People in Type-Moon have a hero simulator.

If the one who is to save humanity this time is someone as powerful as Vortigern, then Fujimaru Kyouya would have already stormed the Holy City and seized the throne.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka can't; she's the only one who absolutely cannot save the world.

Fujimaru Kyoya had experienced the pressure of defying an era, and he didn't want his sister to experience such despair. Even if it meant breaking his sister's legs, he would do so without hesitation.

Ritsuka, if you don't want your legs broken, show your brother enough strength and conviction.

"That's a pity."

Powerful magic began to emerge from Vortigern's body, and his body began to change. Scales appeared on his body, a pair of dragon wings grew on his back, and one of his arms turned into a claw.

"Lloyd, without the blessing of the Sacred Tree, do you still think you're that invincible knight?"

With the ability to fly, high-speed movement, steel-like arms, and a dragon's heart, Vortigern possesses formidable magical power that flows from his heart to every part of his body. Even without the Holy Lance, he would be a formidable enemy. However…

"Old man, do you still think I'm the same person I was back then?"

"what?"

As the sword slashed through the air, crimson dragon blood spilled from Vortigern's chest, a blow that clearly caught him off guard.

"Have you forgotten? I have a record of defeating King Arthur."

As an enemy of dragons, and possessing a powerful A-rank attribute, Lloyd naturally has the advantage when facing dragon-type enemies.

If Lloyd had possessed this attribute back then, he wouldn't have been so easily defeated by Vortigern.

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However, such an attack was not enough to defeat that lowly king. A powerful dragon breath struck and forced Fujimaru Kyoya back.

Good grief, you're addicted to cosplaying Blue-Eyes White Dragon, aren't you?

Fortunately, Fujimaru Kyo wasn't a card player, otherwise, if they saw their beloved Haku's wife, sister-in-law, and bride Haku in this state, they probably would have shrunk back in their "brothers" too.

wrong.

A sense of crisis washed over him, and Fujimaru Kyoya turned to look at the source of the danger. A white-haired knight with androgynous features had somehow sneaked up behind him.

Bedivere?

Fujimaru Kyoya remembered who the person in front of him was.

Bedivere, the one-armed knight, remained stuck in a rut due to his physical defect, even after many new generations of the Round Table joined the fray.

He was a man who knew nothing except for his unwavering loyalty, yet it was this loyalty that made him the one who accompanied King Arthur through the final period of his life.

This time, however, Fujimaru Kyoya discovered that the other party did not have a single arm, but rather a silver-white mechanical arm had been attached to the missing arm.

"My sword, my arm, are all for the king."

Light began to converge on the metal arm, and even Fujimaru Kyouya couldn't help but take it seriously.

Good heavens, this guy took advantage of his missing arm to practice the second-generation male path?

Otherwise, how can we explain this sudden surge in power?

Unfortunately, Bedivere was unaware of Fujimaru Kyoya's inner thoughts, and he didn't understand the bizarre training method of the Second Man's Way; otherwise, he probably wouldn't even be able to unleash his Noble Phantasm now.

"Devour my soul, speed forth, Silver Meteor—Flash of Silver Arm!"

Golden light shot out from his silver-white arms, and endless light engulfed Fujimaru Kyoya's figure, as if it wanted to destroy him.

Chapter 129 I'm fucking Leiner

"As expected, I'm still not capable enough to handle it."

Bedivere was panting heavily. Hidden in his white silver arm was King Arthur's sword. It was because he had failed to throw it into the lake as promised that King Arthur's life had not ended, and he had become the Lion King.

This was his sin, and he lived on bearing this sin, waiting for the day he would return the holy sword.

This is why he was able to wield and use the Holy Sword. However, Bedivere was not King Arthur, and as the master of the Holy Sword, he was destined to be unable to unleash its full power, and might even injure himself.

"How lucky I am! If you hadn't been the one wielding this holy sword, I might not have been able to withstand it."

Fujimaru Kyoya breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't hurriedly gathered water to defend himself, things would have been much worse than just his armor shattering.

"It is because I am unable to wield the holy sword."

Bedivere, already weak, felt deeply guilty. This was an opportunity that Vortigern had created for him, but he had squandered it.

"Bedewell, I never expected to see you here, so loyal, but why do I feel so sad?"

"Tristan, are you senile? This 'reversed' blessing was something you asked for yourself."

The battle in the distance has ended. Although Hassan of the Hundred Faces has many people, he is too weak. Facing the Knights of the Round Table who are blessed, even with the assistance of two Archers, he cannot reverse the defeat.

"I'm sorry, but it's really difficult to stop the two of them."

Tawara Tota and Arash also came to the vicinity of the Chaldea group. Now they also realized that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Moreover, they also hoped that humanity would be maintained, so helping Chaldea was a natural thing to do.

"My mission is only Chaldea; don't expect me to solve much trouble for you."

"Troublesome? These guys aren't really troublesome."

After witnessing Fujimaru Kyoya's power, Mordred decided to give his own power a good test.

The blessing of "Wrath" does not affect Mordred's personality, but it does provide a continuous source of magic.

"I am not the king, but one who follows in his footsteps. For the king's peace, I must drive out all enemies!"

With the release of her true name, a surge of violent magic began to gather on the magic sword. As Artoria's child, Mordred's talent and strength need no further explanation.

The mere pressure of unleashing one's Noble Phantasm was enough to put immense pressure on the Servants before them.

Should we continue fighting?

In fact, many of them possess light-based Noble Phantasms, some of which are even more powerful than Mordred's, and some even have Noble Phantasms that specialize in defense, like Mash's. However, Mordred's magical power is simply too immense.

Once they get into a battle of light cannons, they will be at a significant disadvantage due to their lower magical power. What should they do?

Just when everyone was at a loss and Arash was about to self-destruct, flower petals inexplicably appeared around them.

"Rebellion against my magnificent father!"

With the magic reaching its limit, Mordred channeled this power into the sword and unleashed it in one breath.

Even the gentlest water can be transformed into an indestructible water blade under such high pressure, let alone the even more violent magic.

only……

"This feeling...did I miss?"

Mordred looked at the figures being consumed by magic, but he couldn't feel the touch of hitting them; it was a strange feeling.

"Merlin has made his move."

Fujimaru Kyoya was finally certain that Merlin, that old bastard, had also arrived. He'd heard that after finishing his business in Britain, the guy had secluded himself in a tower.

So, that guy is still a living person?

Okay, let's send him down to play the revival match first.

"Merlin? I heard he's a good-for-nothing?"

Not long after the Vortigern Rebellion, Merlin left Artoria, having completed his mission and now able to return to Avalon for some chicken soup.

For Mordred and other new generation Knights of the Round Table, Merlin was a complete stranger. With Morgan's influence, Mordred had already formed the formula "Merlin = trash" in his mind.

After all, how could someone who can't even chant a spell properly, yet uses swordsmanship to kill people, and who has only just reached the edge of EX rank with his clairvoyance and has become a candidate for Grand rank, possibly earn a lot of respect?

"Even if he's a complete waste, he's still incredibly skilled at illusions and escaping. Otherwise, given his wicked nature, he would have been stabbed to death by his enemies long ago."

Whether or not Tristan is "reversed" in his opinion, he hates Merlin.

After all, whenever he goes to see his girlfriend, this guy is always the one who leaves the fastest. This kind of behavior, treating friends like expendable resources, makes you think you're playing a Clash of Clans tabletop role-playing game.

Merlin's poor interpersonal relationships are not just due to his sharp tongue, but also because he is incredibly quick to abandon his teammates when they are betrayed.

"Now that they've escaped, what do we do?"

"What can we do? The monk may run away, but the temple will. Fujimaru Ritsuka, I'll fucking be Reiner."

Fujimaru Kyoya naturally refused to give up the pursuit. He was determined to make his disobedient younger sister understand the cruelty of society.

Don't be fooled by the fact that she's protected by a group of Servants now. Once she reaches the Grand Temple of Time, which of the seventy-two Demon Gods doesn't have the combat power of a Servant?

Rungomminiad also revealed the special nature of the Grand Time Temples, which give them the ability to resurrect infinitely. With such an absolute numerical advantage, they are enough to offset all the obstacles that Fujimaru Ritsuka has encountered along the way.

Ultimately, someone still needs to face the incineration of humanity.

How could Fujimaru Kyoya be at ease under such circumstances?

“Although these Hassans are agile, they gather a lot of refugees and will take them with them when they escape, which greatly limits their speed of movement.”

Using ordinary people as hostages is certainly not something Fujimaru Kyoya likes to do, but he also understands his sister's personality and that she would definitely help with the relocation of refugees.

That way, you're guaranteed to find them there.

"In the end, will we still be carrying out the original task?"

Mordred glanced at the Knights of the Righteousness behind him. Although the two of them were mostly unharmed, the attacks from Hassan and the two Archers had still caused some damage.

"You guys rest here and catch up with us when you're feeling better."

Mordred left those words behind and went deep into the mountains. With her full power at hand, any additional manpower would only be a hindrance.

On a hilltop unnoticed by everyone, a tall figure stared intently at them, the flames in its pupils revealing its inhuman nature.

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"Wait, shouldn't we be relocating refugees now?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the man in front of her who had just led them away from danger and called himself Merlin. According to the plan, they were supposed to transfer refugees, but Merlin forcibly transferred them and split them into two groups.

“Relocating refugees is indeed important, but we now need a force strong enough to stand up against the Knights of the Round Table.”

Merlin had secretly slipped out of Avalon and was now in his true form; once he was gone, he was truly gone.

A person dies when they are killed, and the same principle applies to nightmares.

“Votingen had met the old man of the mountain before, but he did not agree to help. Instead, he wanted to meet you.”

"See me?"