In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

She was already a very powerful Servant, and now that she had signed a temporary contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka and was further empowered by Lawrence, Mordred's magical power was almost overflowing.

She squinted, sensing the source of the magic. Lawrence had already half-squatted down, opening up a vast magical array, and Manrio's figure had disappeared.

call out--

谷蠕

The arrows came again, but unlike before, this time... they came from two different directions!

Mordred and Mash each blocked one of the arrows, while Lawrence seized the opportunity to unleash his jeweled blade—

"Ugh—" A woman's cry of pain seemed to come from within the thick fog.

"I hit her!" Lawrence felt a fleeting magical reaction.

Almost everything happened in an instant: the arrows shot from two positions, Mordred and Mash's defense, and Lawrence's swift counterattack—all in a split second.

Mordred's speed increased dramatically as he ran towards the direction Lawrence had hit.

The figure in the mist seemed to want to escape, but another voice rang out.

"Don't even think about running!"

Manlio's youthful voice carried a serious tone as he unleashed a twisting magic spell, altering some minor structures beneath the rider's feet.

"Uh—" The rider tripped and was about to fall, but he spun around in the air and regained his footing.

Manlio's pupils contracted slightly, and the next second, several arrows shot towards Manlio from the crossbow-like object floating on the female servant's shoulder.

Clang—!!!

boom------

Mordred's sword cleaved a large crater in the ground.

Without a word, Mordred charged forward and engaged the woman in close combat.

Holding her sword in one hand, Mordred's sword flashed with crimson lightning as she probed towards the female Servant's heart.

The female servant also produced a sword, trying to block Mordred's blade, but was directly suppressed by Mordred and forced to retreat continuously, with crossbow bolts shot out from her shoulder.

Dodging the arrow at extremely close range, Mordred stomped down hard: "Manrio!"

"it is good!"

The immense force shook the surrounding ground, and combined with Manlio's distortion magic, the female servant was involuntarily lifted off the ground.

While Mordred, Manrio, and the female servants were locked in combat, Lawrence and Mash also encountered enemies on the other side.

Sensing the danger to their companions, another rider, hidden in the thick fog, also appeared and began rapidly firing arrows at the group.

"Miss Lawrence, interference! Mash, close-range pursuit! With Miss Lawrence by my side, I don't need to worry about you!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a brief order.

"Yes!" Mash was carrying a huge shield, but she was not slow at all.

Lawrence snapped his fingers, and a massive array of jeweled blades, which he had once glimpsed in Rome, appeared, spreading like colorful snowflakes.

"We must block his escape route!" Lawrence warned.

"Leave it to me!" Mashger deflected several arrows and ran forward.

With a swing of his arm, the jeweled blade swept backward, blocking the man's path.

"Drink-"

bang——

The shield struck the ground with a loud thud, and the rider, not daring to take the hit head-on, dodged it with a backflip.

Mashu relentlessly pursued him, using her shield as a base to kick the Servant in the chest.

"Tch—" The servant who looked like an old man rolled over and landed on the ground while holding his large black crossbow. Mash felt her hair stand on end and instinctively jumped.

boom--

The crimson arrow, carrying a large amount of magic power, narrowly missed Mash's leg.

Lawrence wielded the jeweled blade downwards, but the follower swiftly dodged it.

In an instant, the three directions were embroiled in a fierce battle.

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Chapter 713 Zenobia and William Tell

"Ugh—ahhh—" The female servant was sent flying into the air by Mordred and Manrio's combined attack, feeling her internal organs trembling violently.

"Hey ah—"

With a single sword strike, even though the female servant desperately wanted to dodge, her stomach was still ripped open, and she rolled to the ground.

"Sorry, I can see your strength, but you cannot defeat me." Mordred was virtually unharmed, not even a scratch on his armor, and coldly looked down at the rider lying on the ground. "Now, as the loser, tell me your true name and your purpose here!"

Upon hearing the word "loser," the follower's eyes suddenly turned red.

The magic within her suddenly stirred.

"...Even when you're in dire straits, you still want to put up a final stand?" Mordred sighed. "While I'd love to have a fair duel with you, you powerful woman, right now... saving this place is more important."

Without another word, Mordred pierced the female Servant's core under Manlio's somewhat reluctant gaze.

but......

Mordred has retreated, and the golden light that foreshadows her departure has appeared, but the female Servant has not disappeared.

“...I am the Queen of Palmyra.”

A glimmer of light appeared in her lifeless eyes.

"My name is Zenopius!"

"The battle continues..." Mordred showed a knowing look, turned to Manrio and said, "Manrio, you go and support Fujimaru Ritsuka's side first. They should be fighting there too. Leave this to me."

Manrio didn't hesitate and instead trusted Mordred.

He nodded: "Then be careful!" After saying that, he disappeared into the thick fog.

Mordred removed the armor from her head, revealing her face underneath.

“You say you are a king! Then, as a knight—I will naturally grant you a dignified exit!” she said loudly.

She raised the sword in her hand, the sword that had been presented to her father, Arthur Pendragon, and whose name was Clarent.

“Proof, begin—” the female follower named Zenobi chanted listlessly.

“Those who have witnessed the valiant queen on the battlefield, your dreams will shatter my shackles.” She knelt on one knee, her hands seemingly holding something, “To break free from this bondage, I will deny myself!”

"This sword is the supreme gift from my handsome father, the sword that slays evil, shining brightly upon Camlann!" Mordred held Clarentt up before him, his eyes earnest and nostalgic. "Witness!"

"Smash the shackles of gold, the shame of gold! [Authentic Triumph]!!!"

"The Sword of Radiance, by the side of my handsome father [Arthur]!!!"

Countless beams of light appeared behind Zenobi, accompanied by the sound of shattering golden chains and an indomitable golden gaze, as they hurtled towards Mordred.

boom--

Mordred, however, disregarded everything and swung his sword straight at Zenobi.

Boom boom boom————

Crimson lightning, enveloped in light, poured down and collided violently with Zenobi's Noble Phantasm.

Mordred planted her sword on the ground, staring intently ahead at the clash of Noble Phantasms.

谷閣

She sighed.

She knew in her heart that this king named Zenobi was destined to lose.

"Although you can still launch attacks, your magic power is severely depleted. It's already unexpected that you can unleash a Noble Phantasm, so how could you possibly compare to... me?"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The aftershocks of the Noble Phantasm had subsided, and Mordred walked over to look at Zenobi, who was lying there, truly about to vanish.

"Is there anything else to say, Zenobia the King of Palmyra?" She looked down at the defeated, yet left behind her pity.

"Be careful of those mirrors... Don't look into... the mirrors..." Zenobi sighed, leaving behind these words, which turned into golden particles in front of Mordred and scattered into the air.

“…I understand.” Mordred didn’t linger and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, Mash and Lawrence had also finished their battle.

The servant who fought them, wielding a large black crossbow that looked like a gun, was named William Tell.

When he was defeated, he left behind the same words as Zenobia.

“I now know why there are no phantoms in this area,” Lawrence said slowly, watching the golden particles that William Tell was scattering.

"They were probably wiped out by those two Servants." Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Mash's head, who was standing guard nearby, and continued Lawrence's words.

Lawrence nodded and looked at the group: "William Tell and Zenobi both reminded us not to look into mirrors before they left, and there's a reason for that."

"Judging from their current state, they should be... losing themselves." Two gems appeared in Lawrence's palm, one turning into a mirror and the other into a person. "Losing themselves... losing their reason."

Bang.

The little figure collided with the mirror, and the little figure shattered.

“A mirror should be a medium, not just a medium for summoning phantoms, and summoning phantoms and mirrors are not necessarily related.” Manlio crossed his arms and pinched his chin. “Therefore, a mirror should just be a means of performing magic, not the magic itself?”

“No, it should be the relationship between basic magic and advanced magic.” Lawrence shook his head. “Mirrors can reflect things, so they can be considered a kind of magic. The subsequent techniques of making people lose themselves and summoning phantoms should be advanced magic developed based on this magic.”

"Ah, if that's the case, then it makes sense. As expected of the teacher!" Manrio declared, "I'm the number one Lawrence fan."

He was referring to the stress response of the gem-crafted phantoms, which would actively go to the battleground.

However, no phantom spirits approached.

Because both Servants here have had their identities stolen by the Magic Mirror and were automatically "filtered" out by the mass-produced Phantom Spirits.

“There shouldn’t be anything of value in this blank space.” Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her skirt. “Mash, let’s go back.”