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The three kings walked towards Mordred, with Qin Zhou and Alicia following behind, each holding a melon.

Although Mordred had her back to them, she still sensed something, and her eyes sharpened.

Realizing something was amiss, Mordred picked up the damn sword.

[To my magnificent father—]

Three sharp gazes, though silent, conveyed everything.

Before Mordred could even unleash her damn sword, two swords and a spear were already at her neck, and she was asked, "Are you moved?"

"Excalibur", this is the real deal.

"The End of the Child's Shot" caused phantom pain to inexplicably appear in his body.

"Three fathers?"

Mordred was stunned. There were two with ahoge (cowlicks) and one without. That one must be the imposter.

As the king's glory, how could his father possibly abandon his own ahoge (cowlick)?

"Why are you taking out weapons? Trying to screw over your dad?" Blackie looked at Mordred with a half-smile.

Sword energy flowed along the blade, causing Mordred to feel a slight stinging pain in his neck.

"This... hasn't been used for a long time, take it out and wipe it clean," Mordred said awkwardly.

If you only have one father, you might rebel, but if you rebel against so many fathers, you'll really die.

As she spoke, she wiped the damn sword with the corner of her clothes.

Master, why didn't you explain the situation here beforehand?

Faced with Mordred's resentful gaze, Xing simply looked up at the sky.

Who knew it would summon Little Mo? Who could have imagined that you'd start off like this?

"Xiao Mo, I'm your father," Qin Zhou said sincerely.

"Huh? Who the hell are you?"

Mordred immediately started swearing, looking at Qin Zhou fiercely like an enraged lion.

Want to be her father? Who do you think you are? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror.

"Mordred, call me Daddy." The Lion King cooperated with Qin Zhou and took his arm.

Qin Zhou felt his arm being wrapped in something soft and yielding; as expected of the king who understood people's hearts.

"Father, are you awake?"

"He is not worthy of you, Father."

Mordred's eyes twitched incessantly; this was no joke, it really was his father.

"Mordred, don't talk to your father like that," the Lion King said sternly.

"I ******* (British profanity)"

Her father's words, coupled with Qin Zhou's teasing expression, truly broke her defenses, and she swore again.

Being summoned here, what on earth is it all for? This is truly torture.

"...Mother, is that enough?"

After taking a deep breath, Mordred smiled. Her father's partner was none other than her mother, so she hadn't made a mistake.

Mordred, you are truly brilliant.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhou's smile vanished. Mordred, this big son of his, is a bit rebellious. It seems he wants to experience the profound love of a father.

"It's up to you. Don't hold back when you do it. Let Xiao Mo feel the love of her three fathers." Qin Zhou didn't make a move, leaving the space to the Lion King and the others.

"Sure, sure, I'll make sure it's done perfectly for you."

Blackie kicked Mordred to the ground and then began to stomp on him.

The Lion King joined in immediately, and Artoria hesitated for a moment before joining as well, otherwise she would seem out of place.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Mordred: Three against one, no sportsmanship, roar!

Chapter 348 Conditioned Reflexes

The spinning blue spearman watched Mordred get brutally beaten and fell into deep thought, wondering what was going on.

How come there are so many King Arthur faces in a Holy Grail War? He felt like he had been set up.

"Hey, Sashibuli, isn't that the big dog?"

As he was deep in thought, Qin Zhou quietly appeared beside him and patted Cú Chulainn on the shoulder.

"To become ammunition?"

Qin Zhou took out a pincer attack and extended an invitation to enter the formation.

“Forget it, I recommend you launch that red arrow-wielding man.” Cú Chulainn shook his head.

"Dog, how was the Master you encountered this time?" Qin Zhou asked.

"Don't call me that. This Master is quite good." Cú Chulainn was quite satisfied with Porpo Shark.

Having experienced being driven to suicide by a Command Spell, this Bobo Shark is already quite to his liking.

"Didn't he teach you to respect yourself?" Qin Zhou asked with a smile.

Potio's synesthetic beacon has been altered; even suicide can be replaced with self-love.

Portio as Master

"What is this? But this Master always calls me 'precious' and 'cutie,' and his verbal tic is a bit strange."

Cú Chulainn shrugged. Of all the Masters he had encountered, Portio was undoubtedly the best.

"Let's go, there's no point in fighting here." Cú Chulainn glanced around, thinking, "What's the point of fighting?"

He didn't want to become a spinning blue spearman, so he had no choice but to disappear as a spirit.

Let's go fishing somewhere; Pinocchio should have a place like that.

Knowing he couldn't stay in the Great World forever, Otto cherished the time he spent with Karen.

"Great inventor, tell me, if I were to try and climb the tree, what would my chances of success be?"

After learning about Otto's tree, Karen couldn't help but have this thought in her mind.

Five hundred years, five hundred years... she doesn't want to be the Bishop of Destiny anymore.

Tree of Imaginary Numbers: ?

Otto, embarrassed, chuckled and said, "Karen, stop, don't think about it."

He spent over five hundred years preparing and finally succeeded in climbing the tree, and now you want to climb it too? Do you really think the Tree of Imaginary Numbers has no temper?

There is absolutely no chance of success.

“奥托？！”

"Who called me?"

"Oh, it's you, my old friend."

Hearing someone call his name, Otto turned around and saw Walter panting heavily. He flashed his signature smile and opened his arms wide.

"Sashibuli, have you missed me?"

Walter's pupils dilated, and his face contorted in a ferocious expression. It was indeed Otto; even if he were reduced to ashes, he would still recognize him at a glance.

“Otto”

“拟似黑洞！”

Almost instantly, as a conditioned reflex, without any thought, his body reacted instinctively, and a simulated black hole appeared in his hand, rushing towards Otto.

Old Otto, die!

Why don't you just lie quietly in your coffin? What are you doing out here?

Otto shook his head, and in an instant, countless feathers fell.

"Otto" was torn to pieces by the simulated black hole, but Walter then felt a heavy punch to his chest.

A sudden, sharp pain caused his body to involuntarily kneel on the ground, temporarily rendering him unable to fight.

“Old friend, so impetuous, like a greenhorn.” Otto stood unharmed before Walter, the golden cube floating in his hand.

This is not the Void Treasury that he threw into the Imaginary Space, but one of the Noble Phantasms of a Servant.

Mimicry - Feather Crossing Dust

Walter was a little confused; this scene felt so familiar...

Ah, I remember now, I remember everything. During the second Honkai Impact, I was about to deal with Sirin when that bastard Otto came out and messed things up.

So many years have passed, and he has become so much stronger, yet he still can't defeat Otto.

There's nothing I can do...

When the old master saw this, he had a sense of déjà vu seeing Lao Lu, and couldn't help but smile and give a thumbs up.

Karen didn't stop Otto, after all, it was Welt who made the first move, and Welt was unharmed.

"Still so impulsive. It seems you still hate me that much," Otto sighed.

"This is not good...this is not good..."

“Walter, I killed your father because I had no other choice…”

“You may not have a father, but you still have me. I can definitely be the leader of your life, can’t I?”

"Sigh... If you still feel bad, I can find a monument, kneel down on the spot, and put on a show of weeping for you."

Otto spoke sincerely, but inwardly he felt helpless. He didn't want to talk about this, since there was no need to provoke them now.

But, well, my Master really has a twisted sense of humor, using a Command Spell to make him say that.