The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

Magic power was released, and the Wind King's barrier disappeared again. The Sword of Promised Victory, which shone with golden light, collided with the King's Sword, which shone with a dazzling silver light that was no less than golden light. The strong fluctuations of magic power kept blowing the golden hair of the two men, and the wrestling expressions on their faces were no less than each other.

"Hahahaha! What's wrong? Father, is this the extent of your power now? No wonder you can't even take down a guy like that! You can't even reach half of your peak strength!!" Mordred laughed wildly while constantly forcing Artoria to retreat.

In history, Mordred wouldn't necessarily have been able to defeat Altria in a wrestling match. However, this was the Holy Grail War, and Altria's left hand had just been crippled by Diarmait, significantly reducing her combat effectiveness. On the ability panel, the strength displayed varied depending on the Master.

With the magic provided by Kiritsugu Emiya, Altria's statistics are: Strength B-level, Durability A-level, Agility A-level, Magic A-level, Luck D-level, and Noble Phantasm A++-level.

With the boost from Wang Chong and the Power of Ruin, Mordred's stats have already reached a higher level than the Mordred from other worldlines. His stats are: Strength A+, Durability A+, Agility A, Magic A, Luck C, and Noble Phantasm A+.

On paper, Altria's only advantage over Mordred is her Noble Phantasm, the Sword of Promised Victory. However, with her left hand crippled, Altria is unable to unleash her sure-win Sword of Promised Victory.

It can be said without a doubt that at the moment, Altria has absolutely no chance of winning.

"Even if it's only this level, I can deal with you, Mordred! And... don't use that name anymore! I don't have a son like you." Artoria said coldly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a huge wave of magic was instantly released from Mordred, blowing Artoria away in an instant.

"Saber!" Irisviel exclaimed.

Altria fell heavily to the ground, rolled several times, and instantly got up. Her intuition told her that she was about to be in fatal danger. She saw a bright silver light flashing towards her eyes.

Ding--!

"Uh!"

A crisp crashing sound rang out, and Altria narrowly avoided the sword's attack by using her intuition to sidestep. However, Mordred's attack was not limited to the sword. After swinging the sword, he kicked Altria directly in the abdomen, kicking her away.

This kick made Artoria feel as if her body was churning, and she almost vomited bitterly. However, with this kick, Artoria stood up completely. Just as she was about to raise her sword to meet Mordred's charge, she found that she could not see Mordred in her sight.

Suddenly, the crisis came again. Mordred appeared behind her at some point and swept his sword across, about to cut Artoria's waist.

"It's too fast! I can't avoid it!" Artoria could only try her best to use her sword to stop the opponent's attack.

"Die! King Arthur!" Mordred roared.

Currently, Mordred has completely entered a violent state due to anger. Only Wang Chong knows how violent he is. If it weren't for his passive skill of ruthless combo, his hand speed might not be able to keep up with this guy Mordred.

"call out--"

But at that moment, a weapon struck Mordred's heart even faster than his slash. It was a red spear, thrown and hurtling towards him. If Wang Chong hadn't known the summoned Servant was Diarmait, he would have thought it was a piercing death thorn spear thrown by a large dog.

Diarmait took action. He didn't want Altria to be defeated like this, so he kept a close eye on Mordred's whereabouts early in the morning. After determining the most likely location for the other party to appear, he threw out his magic-breaking red rose without hesitation.

However, what people didn't expect was that the seemingly mad and insane Mordred had a sharp intuition beyond that of a wild beast. He kicked the red gun barrel that almost pierced his body with his back foot. But it was this delay that gave Artoria a chance to buffer, and she finally turned around and blocked the cut in the waist.

Of course, Mordred's strength was too great, and he repelled Artoria once again. Just when Mordred was about to continue attacking Artoria, a figure suddenly appeared with a yellow spear and stabbed at the head, the only part without any protection.

"Get out!" Mordred raised his sword and directly knocked Diarmait away with one sword, pushing him back to the same position as Artoria. However, Diarmait was able to easily pull out the red spear that Mordred had just kicked away from the ground. It seemed that even the path of retreat was under Diarmait's control.

"What amazing power, Saber. How did you finally defeat this rebellious knight?" Diarmait said, holding two guns and taking a defensive stance.

"No... There is no winner in that battle." Artoria showed a fleeting bitter expression, and then looked at the knight Mordred who betrayed her with a more determined gaze.

At this moment, it was just like that moment. Atop the Sword Hill, the Knight King, exhausted and no longer at his peak, gazed upon the roaring, raging, rebellious Knight Mordred, as if nothing had changed. The direct cause of the end of the British Kingdom was this very rebellious Knight. And now, she appeared before him once more, attempting to stop him once more. To prevent him from touching the Holy Grail and wishing for a return to the Day of the King's Choice was like preventing him from continuing Britain.

Anger? Hatred? Perhaps a little. Ever since Jianqiu signed the contract and became a chosen heroic spirit, she had unlocked the secrets she had locked away for years. Her chest was truly filled with rage: "It's her! It's all because of her! Britain is destroyed!!"

However, with the magnanimity and foresight of a king, he clearly understood that the true cause of Britain's destruction wasn't this rebellious knight. Mordred was merely a puppet manipulated by fate. If there was anyone to blame, it was only himself... his own inadequacy, his inability to reverse Britain's fate.

Fate was such a coincidence that when Artoria wanted to rely on the Holy Grail's wish to realize her vision of continuing the British Kingdom, the "slave of fate" once again stood in her way, just like the final threshold that she had been unable to cross in the past.

But, Artoria will never give up. Just like she did on the Sword Hill, even if she is already scarred and no hope is in sight, she will fight with all her might! Fight for the future of Britain!

Thinking of this, the anger in her chest was once again filled with the burning belief in her heart, and the high fighting spirit made Artoria rush towards Mordred again.

"Mordred!"

"King Arthur!"

War cries and roars came from the mouths of both sides, the golden light and the silver light merged again, and the huge magic power of both sides was once again in a stalemate. Artoria's instantaneous outburst was actually on par with the now violent Mordred.

However, Diarmait could see that Artoria was running out of steam. This was the price she had to pay for this momentary burst of energy. Therefore, Diarmait prepared to rush forward again to help Artoria. But just as Diarmait was about to attack, Kayneth's voice rang out:

"Lancer, what are you doing? Now is the best chance to defeat that Saber."

Chapter 70: Rebellion against my magnificent father

"Lancer, what are you doing? Now is the best chance to defeat that Saber."

In an instant, Diarmait understood the Master's idea. He did not want him to fight against the powerful Mordred, but wanted to backstab and eliminate the already weak Artoria.

In Kayneth's eyes, every time he eliminated an opponent in this Holy Grail War, his chances of obtaining the Holy Grail would undoubtedly increase! Especially now that there were more than seven Servants, it made the outcome of this Holy Grail War even more difficult.

Therefore, Kenneth couldn't wait to eliminate a servant, especially since this servant was almost defeated by his own servant. If he let him escape now, wouldn't the price he paid before at the cost of exposing his real name and treasure be in vain?

"I, Diarmuid Oudina, swear on my honor that I will defeat Saber! If you don't believe me, I can first take care of this rebellious knight to prove it to you! I beg for your permission, my lord!"

But Diarmait didn't think so. It wasn't just his pride that prevented him from doing such a thing. Judging from the current situation, Mordred was the biggest threat. Saber had already been pierced by his own yellow rose, so she was no longer a concern. If he could unite with Saber to eliminate Mordred, even if there was a truce today, Diarmait would be confident of defeating Saber in the future.

But if we deal with Saber first for the sake of immediate interests, how will we deal with Mordred later?

Unfortunately, Diarmait didn't have time to convey these thoughts directly to Kayneth. Seeing Diarmait's disobedience, Kayneth's face darkened. Kayneth removed his gloves, revealed the Command Seal on the back of his hand, and began to speak slowly, "Command it..."

"My Lord!" Diarmait clenched his spear. He already knew Kayneth's intention, but he truly didn't want things to develop to this point. Why, why was the Lord he served so suspicious of him... Was this the fate he had to bear?

"Cover the red Saber and the blue one... eh?" Kenneth hadn't finished his words when he suddenly frowned, because he saw on the battlefield below that Mordred had cut Artoria in half again with a sword, but this time Mordred didn't chase Artoria anymore, but turned around and slashed at Diarmait with a sword.

"What the hell is the red Saber doing? I was planning to let Diarmait kill the blue Saber for her, so why is she going after Diarmait instead?" Kayneth didn't understand Mordred's manipulation at all, but after Mordred's sudden attack, Kayneth temporarily interrupted the control of the Command Spell.

On the battlefield, Diarmait narrowly avoided Mordred's rapid and continuous slashes. The gusts of wind made Diarmait's face hurt. With such a fierce attack, it was hard to tell how the Knight King could have fought against this ferocious sword so many times.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Try to hurt me with those two spears of yours!" Mordred laughed wildly. As his offensive and momentum continued to increase, the pressure on Diarmait intensified. Finally, Mordred seized the opportunity and struck the intersection of his spears with his sword, entering the wrestling phase that Mordred was so skilled at. It seemed that Mordred was about to use his strength to forcibly kill Diarmait.

"Hah!" At this moment, Artoria also exerted force suddenly and crashed into Mordred. With the combined efforts of the two, Mordred was finally repelled.

"If you have any more tricks up your sleeve, just come at me!" But Mordred quickly stopped himself and continued his outburst, his arrogance unbounded. Just as Diarmuid and Artoria were about to advance again, Kayneth's voice echoed through the sky once more.

"Red Saber, please stop right there. I've already planned to have Lancer assist you in killing the Knight King, whom you regard as your enemy. Why are you still attacking Lancer? Is there any benefit to you in doing so?"

"Master! If we don't solve this problem..."

"Lancer! How many times have you disobeyed my orders? Is this your so-called dream? Your so-called service to the lord?!" The angry voice instantly made Diarmait grit his teeth and shut his mouth, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Red Saber, your Master probably also hopes that you will achieve more victories. Do you really want to give up such a good situation? Destroying the Knight King will not only bring you one step closer to the Holy Grail, but also allow you to avenge your hatred and wash away the shame of failure. Why not…"

"Hahahahaha!" However, Mordred burst into wild laughter, interrupting Kenneth's words. After laughing, Mordred revealed a ferocious scowl and roared, "Stop joking! You ignorant idiot!"

"When does it become anyone else's turn to meddle in what's happening between King Arthur and me? I'll kill anyone who helps King Arthur, and I'll also kill anyone who wants to help me kill King Arthur!" Mordred slashed the ground with his sword, creating a crack.

"You lunatic, you're totally unreasonable!" Kayneth was clearly angered by Mordred's words. He was truly a rebellious knight, wasn't he? He couldn't even use normal thinking to understand the other person's logic.

"Why should I, Mordred, explain my actions in life to others? What's more, a person who can't even hear the voices of his subordinates and servants, who always only moves in the direction he thinks is right and does whatever he wants... I will kill such a guy as soon as I see him! You, a rat, should be glad that you are hiding now!" Mordred said proudly.

"Red Saber, I am very grateful that you have saved me from doing anything that goes against my pride. But if you continue to insult my lord, I will use your blood to wash away this humiliation for my lord with my two spears!" Diarmait raised his red spear, pointed it at Mordred and said sternly.

As for Artoria, for some reason she seemed silent at this moment. Although Mordred's words just now seemed to be insulting Kenneth, the speaker had no intention but the listener had taken it to heart. The words "He can't even hear the voices of his subordinates and servants, and will only move forward in the direction he thinks is right" inadvertently touched Artoria's heart, the belief that was on the verge of breaking, and the self-blame.

"The king does not understand the human heart..." The words of Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table under her command, echoed in Artoria's mind at this time.

"Hehe, his strength is not good, but his awareness is quite high. It's a pity that he follows such a master." Mordred said.

"Although it may not be right for me to say this, Red Saber, is it really okay for you to make this choice? Won't your Master be disappointed by your willfulness?" Diarmait said in a deep voice.

"Hehehe... My Master... Hahaha, yes, I still have my Master." Mordred looked at his father, King Artoria, with an inexplicable look in his eyes. Seeing that she had no expression, he snorted coldly and said loudly again, "My Master is neither a vase that can only heal and needs protection, nor is he like someone who hides in the dark corner, does not even understand his own servants, and only uses them as tools."

"My Master only gave me one order: to act as I please, to make as much trouble as possible, and to take responsibility for anything that happens. Hahahaha, my Master is definitely the most interesting guy in the world. Therefore... you're right, I can't be too willful. I have to do something for my Master. For example..."

"I will bring victory to my Master!" After saying this, Mordred's expression suddenly froze, and then an ecstatic smile appeared on his face again. "Hahaha! The Master liked what I said very much, so he specially allowed it. Allowed me to release the Noble Phantasm!"

"What? The red Saber and her Master are also watching here?" Everyone present was shocked, but what made Diarmait and Artoria even more alert was the last sentence: Release the Noble Phantasm.

Modred raised his royal sword, and the originally brilliant silver light suddenly converged and disappeared, the hilt of the sword deformed, and then a burst of red light shot up into the sky in an instant, and the entire ground began to tremble. This huge magical power even made Gilgamesh, who was still fighting with Kuanglan in the distance, look sideways.

"What...what is this!?" Kenneth had never seen such a huge fluctuation of magical power. In an instant he could conclude that his servant could not withstand this move.

"This is really..." Iskandar's expression was solemn, but his eyes were also filled with excitement. He immediately steered the chariot to temporarily avoid the aftermath.

"Look carefully! This is the evil sword that destroyed my father!" Mordred smiled excitedly and raised the red light cannon high into the sky.

"Clarent-Blood-Arthur (Rebellion against my magnificent father)!!!"

Chapter 71: Prelude to Tokiomi's Death

"Clarent-Blood-Arthur (Rebellion against my magnificent father)!!!"

The red light cannon blasted forward with an extremely powerful momentum. The huge light cannon with a radius of 1 meter was like a broken bamboo, splitting the earth and destroying all the buildings that could withstand it.

"Tsk!" Gilgamesh frowned, watching the beam of light separating him from the black mad dog, giving him some peace and quiet. However, Gilgamesh wasn't about to sit there and watch. He noticed that after dodging, the Berserker Lancelot was staring blankly at the red light for some reason. Gilgamesh seized the opportunity, vowing to utterly slay the mad dog that had touched his Noble Phantasm.

It must be said that Lancelot's ability to hold out for this long, aside from the Berserker class's bonus, was more importantly due to the current Matou Kariya. With the Power of Destruction supporting him, his own magecraft aptitude had also been optimized, making Lancelot's panel significantly more powerful than before. This was also the reason why Lancelot was able to hold out for so long under Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm's barrage.

However, even so, Matou Kariya was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed. At this moment, Wang Chong's voice echoed through the black mist ring around his ears: "It's time to withdraw Lancelot. He seems to have been slightly stimulated by the influence of Mordred's Noble Phantasm, and there's a high possibility that he will wake up and attack Mordred."

"Yes! What a pity, it almost made Tokiomi lose face. Haha, but the situation on the scene is completely beyond his control, right? Tōsaka Tokiomi, I really want to see your face when you can't maintain the dignity of a magician!" Matou Kariya sighed and ordered Lancelot to retreat immediately.

Lancelot, who received the order, woke up from his dazed state instantly. Seeing the Noble Phantasm that was about to attack him, he dodged it with a standard iron bridge. Then he grabbed the two Noble Phantasms with both hands, threw them towards Gilgamesh, and began to retreat quickly.

"Want to run!?" Gilgamesh waved his hand and asked Wang Cai to shoot out his own treasure to block the treasure thrown by Lancelot. Then, when he was about to chase Lancelot, suddenly several arrows with rainbow light shot towards him.

"What a joke!" Seeing this attack, Gilgamesh was furious to the extreme. Here he comes again! Another damn guy comes to block him! And what made Gilgamesh most angry was that the other party actually had the same class aura as him.

"A new Archer!?" Tōsaka Tokiomi, who had been watching the battle, was completely overwhelmed. He could now conclude that there were at least two Servants of each class in this Holy Grail War. This meant that at least seven Masters were completely out of his control.

"You... you have an aura that disgusts me. A god? Or a goddess..." Gilgamesh looked at the figure on the crane arm with disgust. He hated those high-ranking gods, especially because of a certain goddess, which made him particularly dissatisfied with female gods.

"How rude of you to show such an expression upon seeing a goddess! Don't you, a glittering creature, know how to appreciate beauty?" And on the crane arm, the girl's voice, like the melody of a cuckoo, was light and melodious, echoing through the forest at dawn. Each note that drifted between her words was like a delicate thread, gently touching the chords of a heart.

"Oh! The goddess of beauty? That's even more disgusting and nauseating. Are you also the kind of vase-like role placed by the gods, and then do all kinds of stupid things?" Some treasures appeared behind Gilgamesh again, but this time, his eyes were slightly focused, and he seemed particularly serious. A golden chain began to be quietly prepared.

This is the treasure that Gilgamesh will definitely use when he kills gods or demigods.

"Be careful, sister. The Master has warned you that guy has a special treasure against divinities." At this time, another servant in a cloak appeared, standing in front of the girl who was shooting the arrow, and looking at Gilgamesh vigilantly.

However, when Gilgamesh saw the cloaked girl appear, for some reason, his eyes narrowed slightly. He felt as if he and the girl had some connection, but he couldn't see it clearly at the moment. Or rather, as Archer, he couldn't see clearly.

However, Gilgamesh hesitated only for a moment before deciding to kill the two Servants who bore the aura of the goddess. Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm was about to be unleashed, ready to shoot towards the "god" who was high above.

"I obey the Command Seal, Hero King, please calm down and retreat."

Gilgamesh froze, instantly feeling the restraint of the Command Seals coming towards him. He clenched his fists and tilted his head to look in the direction of the Tōsaka family. Fate had unfolded as planned. Tōsaka Tokiomi had already decided that if a new Servant appeared, he would, for the sake of caution, have Gilgamesh retreat.

And now, not only had a new Archer appeared, but he was also a god-level Servant! One would have been fine, but two had appeared!? This made Tōsaka Tokiomi completely panic. After seeing that the Servant at home was actually trying to kill the gods, he immediately activated the Command Seals, hoping that the King of Heroes would quickly leave this troubled place.

"You think you can calm me down and make me retreat based on your advice? You're quite courageous, Tokiomi."

Gilgamesh said this in the direction of the Tōsaka family, and with a wave of his hand, the apertures of the King's Treasure were completely closed.

"You have saved your lives, gods." Gilgamesh then stopped looking at the two goddesses and turned his gaze towards the messy land and the injured and wounded people. He had completely lost interest and said only, "You bastards! Until we meet again, continue this meaningless slaughter. Only true heroes will meet me."

After saying this, Gilgamesh, under the effect of the Command Spell, turned into golden particles and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Huh? Who are you calling a bastard? If you have the guts, don't run away!" After hearing this, Mordred, who was still standing, roared in the direction where Gilgamesh left.

Seeing that he couldn't call him back, Mordred simply stopped looking at the direction Gilgamesh left and turned to look at the two servants who were kneeling on the ground in a mess.

At this moment, Diarmait and Altria, who had been directly bombarded by Mordred's Noble Phantasm, had their clothes stained with their own blood. Both were seriously injured and unable to move. The Noble Phantasm unleashed by Mordred was too powerful. Even though Diarmait and Altria tried their best to dodge, they were still affected by the outermost magic beam.

"Is this the end?" Diarmait clenched his fists in dismay. He hadn't expected this first battle to be the final one, and it was already coming to an end. Was he still too weak in this Holy Grail War?

On the other side, Artoria struggled to stand up, using the holy sword to support her body.

“Saber!” Irisviel was about to rush over and use healing magic to heal Altria, but Mordred shouted, “Stand there and don’t move!”

"If you dare to treat her, I will kill you even if there is that layer of black stuff!" Mordred stared at Irisviel with a ferocious look, as if as long as the other party used magic, he would release magic power again without hesitation and kill the other party.

"Listen to her, Irisviel. Do as she says and she won't touch you... Her only target is me." Altria said, panting heavily and her face a little pale.

"How touching, King Arthur! I told you I would slowly destroy everything you have! This is the price you must pay! Don't worry, wait until I've dealt with this guy, then I'll come back to you." Without even a glance at Altria, Mordred walked towards Diarmuid. Knowing Altria wouldn't flee, Mordred had saved her for last, intending to deal with the man who had previously brought shame upon her father.

"Saber... Kiritsugu, where are you now... What exactly happened just now? Why did it turn out like this?" Ever since the gunshot, the entire situation has changed drastically and is no longer under Irisviel's control. She can only pray silently, praying that her husband can turn the situation around.

"Do you really think your husband can turn all this around?" Suddenly, a strange voice suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Who!" Alice was startled and looked around, but she didn't hear any sound.

"Illusion?" No one answered Irisviel's question, except for the Caster team who had been leaning against the surface near the container. Wang Chong looked at Irisviel, a faint light flashing in his eyes.