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

"Simulated Noble Phantasm: Foundation of Humanity!!!" A white light shield unfolded, protecting the people behind from the holy light coming from afar.

Anno looked at the black and red holy light, which was clearly corrupted, and murmured, "King..." before fighting Mordred again.

"Uh—" The light of the holy sword was incredibly heavy, and Mash had a hard time resisting it.

"Runic magic!" Cú Chulainn unleashed a power-enhancing spell on Mash.

As the holy light faded, Mash's Noble Phantasm barely managed to withstand it.

Mordred, who was fighting Anno, responded to the Holy Light and roared excitedly, his body radiating red light and his magic power seemingly overflowing.

"It's a skill that enhances oneself. Be careful, Lord Anno!"

An excited Mordred's attack power noticeably increased, and he gradually began to suppress Anno.

After defeating Anor, Mordred lay prone on the ground.

What happened next sent chills down everyone's spines.

Accompanied by a frenzied roar, Mordred's body—no, his armor—rapidly changed.

It sprouted wings, and the skin of the wings quickly covered its entire body, transforming into a white dragon shape.

With his mouth wide open, magic gathered, and Anno's gaze instantly focused.

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Chapter 137 Berserker Mordred Exits

"This is a reaction from a Noble Phantasm!" Roman cried out in despair.

"No way, not again?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was dumbfounded. Mash and Cú Chulainn had just defended against the huge beam of light that came from nowhere, and Mordred was about to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

“Mash, can you still deploy the shield?” Anno asked.

The magic power gathering in Mordred's mouth has become increasingly vast and solid.

No, it's too late!

Anno was somewhat anxious.

Mash forced herself to raise the shield: "...Still...Mr. Anno!"

Before Mash could finish answering, she saw Anno dash off, his target Mordred!

"Lord Anno!" Olga Marie was also flustered. Why did she rush off to deliver it without a word?

Mordred's Noble Phantasm has been fully charged and is about to be unleashed on Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Anno ran.

If the Noble Phantasm is to be fired from the mouth—then…!

The magic was released, and at the same time, chalk covered Anno with a layer of light.

Anno was incredibly fast. He rushed in front of Mordred, and in the last second before Mordred unleashed her Noble Phantasm, Anno shouted, "Cover your ears!"

Then, he kicked Mordred in the side of the face.

“AAAAAAAaaaaaa…” Breath imbued with dragon magic erupted from Mordred’s mouth—

However, they did not encounter Mashu and the others at all.

Anno's kick abruptly altered the trajectory of Mordred's Noble Phantasm.

The sound waves and magic destroyed everything in their path, just brushing past Olga Marie's clothes.

Everyone covered their ears and squatted on the ground with pained expressions.

Although the Noble Phantasm did not directly hit any of them, the sound still reached their ears.

The sound was like a painful wail, a sorrowful sob, or an angry roar.

Although Anno deflected Mordred's Noble Phantasm's trajectory, he himself was standing right in front of Mordred and was hit directly by the Noble Phantasm at the closest distance.

The effect of the Noble Phantasm wore off, and Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her eyes.

What came into view was Anno, still standing in front of Mordred.

Anno's armor was worn out, and her hair was disheveled.

Pfft—whoosh.

Anno spat out a mouthful of blood.

But what's even more striking is the chalk stuck in Mordred's back after she's become a dragon.

Anno, wounded, gritted his teeth: "Lord Mordred! Wake up!"

He controlled the chalk, churning it within Mordred's chest.

The dragon skin peeled away, the armor disintegrated, and in the center appeared a petite woman with golden hair.

The chalk was still stuck in her chest.

Anno pulled out the chalk and picked up Mordred.

Mordred's spirit core has shattered, and she will soon be eliminated.

She looked at this elder who was very familiar, but much younger than she remembered.

She laughed, a weary laugh: "I've made a mistake again..."

Anuo remained silent, only patting her head.

"Knight of the Round Table, Lord Anno, go quickly... The Queen has gone astray. Go and correct my father, our Queen." After saying this, Mordred transformed into countless golden specks of light and vanished.

Anno raised his head and silently watched Mordred disappear.

Cú Chulainn shook his head and sighed.

Mashu looked at Anona sitting on the ground, still holding Mordred, and for some reason, her heart suddenly ached.

“Anno…Qing…”

Anno sheathed the chalk and returned to the group.

With anger and doubt in his eyes, he said to the crowd, "Let's go and pay homage to my king."

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Chapter 138 Clash of Holy Light

The dark-skinned king stood proudly high up, his hands gripping the ground with his sword, staring blankly ahead.

This is a space created using large-scale magic, existing underground in Fuyuki City.

This place holds the ultimate goal of the Holy Grail War—the Greater Grail.

The Greater Grail exists within the King, but it appears to have been tampered with.

The noble and benevolent king has been corrupted and turned upside down. Standing here, it may no longer be appropriate to call her Artoria, but rather to address her as—Artoria Alter.

Although they have not lost their nobility and self-confidence, their good qualities such as compassion and kindness have vanished without a trace, leaving only ruthlessness.

Anno looked up at Artoria, his eyes filled with understanding.

Cú Chulainn and Mash stood behind him, looking at his tall and broad back.

Mashu had felt an itch in her nose and her eyes kept watering from the very beginning.

Anno didn't say much. When he saw Artoria's posture, he understood everything.

"You've come, my teacher, my elder, my knight." Artoria looked down at him, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

“Yes, I’ve come, Your Majesty.” Anno’s expression was incredibly cold at this moment.

“You address me as Master, Knight.” White Chalk slowly drew his sword, making the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard. “Then, I shall fulfill my duties as Master and my subordinate.”

“I’ll correct your mistake!” Anno leaped up, stepping on the wall to stand in front of Artoria.

The two stared at each other, their gazes a mixture of ruthlessness and coldness.

Artoria smiled slightly: "Then, let's give it a try, Lord Anno."

Anno seemed to remember something and smiled, "However, it seems that you and I haven't sparred since you became king."

“Yes, then…” The black Excalibur pointed at Anno, and magic began to gather.

Mashu and the others also climbed onto the high platform made of stone.

Mash wanted to go forward to help Anno, but Cú Chulainn stopped her.

"Mr. Cú Chulainn?" Mashu asked anxiously, not understanding why Cú Chulainn was stopping her.

"Calm down, you three young girls. If you really understood those two heroic spirits, you shouldn't have interfered."

Roman sighed as well: "That kind of magical power... to be honest, Mashu, be prepared for the aftermath of their battle."

Mashu could only reply, "Yes, I understand."

The two holy swords were raised by their respective masters, emitting light.

"The King's Hammer, Reverse the Dawn..."

"The guardian of humanity's crystallization, proclaims to the world with a pale, sharp sword..."

The release verses for the Noble Phantasm were chanted, and immense magical power converged upon the holy sword that carried the holy light.

"The Bloodstained Sword of Evil Breaker—The Pale Holy Sword!!!"

"Excalibur!!!"

The silvery-white holy light and the pitch-black holy light collided violently, tearing apart space and magic.

The light was swallowed up, and the shadows were dispelled.

The final result was that they were evenly matched.

Cú Chulainn smacked his lips: "Although I'm reluctant to admit it, but... Lord Anno is really strong."

Olga Marie nodded with difficulty: "King Arthur was blessed by the Holy Grail, and Anno just withstood Mordred's Noble Phantasm head-on, yet the holy light emanating from the two of them is still evenly matched..."

Mashu remained silent, tears welling up in her eyes.

A thought unconsciously came to her mind.

"King, grandfather, why do you fight?"