The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

Chapter 72: Mordred vs. the Emperor

Wang Chong surveyed the current situation. Gilgamesh had finally been driven away by Tōsaka Tokiomi's Command Seal, while Mordred had defeated Diarmait and Altria. Emiya Kiritsugu, having exposed himself, had given Kotomine Kirei a legitimate reason to manipulate Assassin into a cat-and-mouse game, constantly chasing Emiya Kiritsugu and Maiya, completely oblivious to the current battlefield. Jeanne, however, remained faithful to him and waited for his own move, not immediately attacking.

Everything was within his expectations and control. No, to be more precise, it was even better than he had anticipated. Was it because the Servants he summoned were too strong and too good? Wang Chong thought.

However, Wang Chong's focus has never been on winning the Holy Grail War. He has only one goal, which is to continuously reap benefits from this Holy Grail War, benefits related to villain points.

"Ding—your Servant, Mordred, has successfully astonished everyone present with his villainous demeanor. Your reputation as a villain has also benefited from this. After conversion, you will be awarded 300 Villain Points."

"Ding—your Servant Mordred has directly struck a blow to Diarmait's confidence, rewarding the host with 40 Villain Points. Your Servant Mordred has further shattered the shattered faith of the Knight King Altria, causing the fate of the Destined Girl—Knight King Altria—to begin to change, rewarding the host with 400 points."

"Ding—Your plan successfully caused a rift in the relationship between Gilgamesh and Tōsaka Tokiomi, leading Tōsaka Tokiomi to his death. I reward the host with 200 villain points and an Azoth sword."

"Your current villain points are 2640. Please continue to work hard and earn more villain points."

"Hey, hey, hey, that sword at the end is too much. Isn't that a sword that is given to someone to be stabbed? System, you gave me this, could it be..." Wang Chong pondered, and a faint light flashed in his eyes when he looked at the system.

"Danger!" In an instant, the system felt a red word flash above its head, and immediately said, "Alas, this sword doesn't have that kind of cause and effect. After all, the original sword is still in the hands of Tohsaka Tokiomi. I just pressed ctrl+c and then ctrl+v."

"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. There's more fun to watch later." Wang Chong continued to look at Mordred and the chariot in the sky. If nothing unexpected happened, given the Conqueror's character, he would definitely stop Mordred from killing Diarmait.

“Oh la la la la –!!!”

"Wow!!!!!"

The same cry was heard again, and as expected, Iskandar drove his chariot and dived from the air, rushing towards Mordred below.

"Another one looking for death!" Mordred released his magic power and chose to use the sword in his hand to directly confront Iskandar's chariot.

"boom!"

Thunder roared, sparks flew, and Mordred actually withstood the impact of the chariot driven by Iskandar. If Iskandar's sword of Cyprus, which was covered with lightning, had not resisted Mordred's king sword and wrestled with it, Mordred almost could have cut off the heads of the two thunder bulls pulling the chariot.

However, the wrestling between the two sides was equally strong, but before that, with the momentum of the chariot, they managed to push Modred back a lot of steps.

"Hahahaha, for a little girl, you are full of courage. You actually dare to withstand the impact of the chariot. You are really an amazing warrior." King of Conquerors Iskandar said with a laugh while wrestling with Mordred.

"Who are you calling a little girl?!" However, Mordred chose to ignore Iskandar's subsequent compliments. Already irritated by being stopped, the word "little girl" instantly unleashed a surge of magical power. Iskandar, already weaker than Mordred in strength, had only been able to hold out for so long thanks to the momentum of his chariot. Now that Mordred had fully recovered, he unleashed an even more powerful burst of magical power, sending Iskandar reeling back slightly.

"Hey, hey, I was praising your bravery in front of the Knight King. Why are you still so angry?" Iskandar and his chariot retreated a few steps, then confronted Mordred, who did not rush towards him immediately because of his words.

"Who needs your praise and your approval?" Mordred pointed his sword at Iskandar and said sternly.

"After all, I am a king like your father, and a conqueror whose name resounds throughout the world. I cannot dwell on your family affairs, but as a king, I can see that you, Mordred, are a warrior with your own pride. You are powerful, brave, and decisive, and more importantly, you possess a determination to fight for your dreams at all costs. I admire you, Saber Mordred. You seem a little different from the rebellious knights rumored."

"Hmph, so what?" Mordred sneered, put down the sword in his hand, and looked at the king, who he thought was foolish, with interest, wondering what big talk he was about to say.

"Join me, Mordred. Conquer this world with me, and enjoy it. Only an indomitable warrior like you can, alongside my legion, flatten and conquer this world, and realize our great ambition. I believe, Mordred, you too have a strong desire. I understand the look in your eyes. You've fought so hard to this point for the sake of your inner desire, haven't you?"

Iskandar began to show his love for talent and his desire to recruit people again.

"Heh... As expected, is this the King? Each and every one of them... is out of their minds." Without further ado, Mordred took a fighting stance and said coldly, "You can't give me what I want. Since you're still quite interesting, this is my last warning. Now get out of my way and let me kill that guy!"

"Alas... the negotiations have broken down again. The warriors of the Holy Grail War are far more stubborn than I imagined. But... let's stop here, Mordred. You've already won and proven yourself, haven't you? Why kill them all?"

"You guy, are you here to fight in the Holy Grail War? Since you want to be a peacemaker so much, I will kill you first!" As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred threw the royal sword directly at Iskandar.

"Hmm?" Iskandar hadn't expected the opponent to use such a move. He saw the weapon thrown at him. While strange, it wasn't impossible to resist. Iskandar swung his sword, ready to deflect the opponent's thrown king sword. But at this moment, the red figure suddenly leaped up, surpassing the bull, rushing in front of Iskandar, and then kicked Iskandar directly in the vitals.

"What?!" Iskandar didn't expect that the king sword thrown by the opponent was just a cover, and the real killer move was close combat. After blocking the king sword, Iskandar immediately took a step back and kneed, intending to use his knee to hit the opponent's kick and resolve the offensive.

"Heh." Mordred curled up the corners of his mouth, and the original kicking action immediately turned into a stomping action. After stepping on Iskandar's knee, he hit Iskandar directly with an iron mountain lean.

"Wow!" Iskandar was hit by this, and with one of his legs fixed by the opponent, he couldn't step back to relieve the force. As a result, his body lost balance and was knocked towards the chariot by Mordred.

"This isn't some Saber at all. This fighting style is practically no different from a Berserker."

Iskandar thought to himself as he slapped the ground with his palms, somersaulted over, and regained his footing. He was not in such a mess, but rather worried about the condition of his master than the embarrassment of being knocked off the chariot.

Fortunately, Waver seemed stunned and huddled in a corner. Mordred paid no attention to Waver and jumped down from the chariot. He pulled up the royal sword that had just been knocked away by Iskandar and said, "Now that you have lost your chariot and your rank advantage, what else can you use to fight me? Leave your life here, King of Conquerors."

"Heh...it's a bit troublesome. However, being able to fight with such a warrior is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and something to be celebrated! Come on, Saber Mordred, let me see your bravery." Iskandar raised the sword of Cyprus and shouted loudly.

Chapter 73: The King's Army

Seeing that the tension between the two sides was getting stronger and stronger, Mordred stared at Iskandar, preparing to gather his magic power again to fight him. Suddenly, Mordred frowned, and then several colorful arrows of light suddenly fell from the sky and shot straight at Iskandar.

"Who are you, the villain! How dare you attack me from behind!" Iskandar suddenly raised his sword of Cyprus and gathered lightning to smash the arrows one after another. At this time, a petite figure came with the sound of chains, raised her hand and swung the sickle at Iskandar.

"Huh? Why is there another little kid running out?" After seeing the other party's appearance, Iskandar frowned, but from the power coming from the sword, there was no doubt that the other party was also a powerful heroic spirit.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Mordred couldn't help but ask.

"Don't forget our mission. How long are you going to continue fighting with them? Also, haven't you already divided your targets into that Lancer and your father? Just leave the King of Conquerors to me and my sister." At this time, the pink-haired girl with twintails who had just shot the light arrow landed on one of the containers, showing her extremely sweet and charming smile as she looked down.

"Well...it's just right. I've already had enough fun in this battle, and I have no interest in the rest." As he said that, Mordred flashed and rushed towards Diarmait, who had recovered some strength and stood up.

"Hey! Saber Mordred, are you trying to escape now..."

“Ding-clang!”

Iskandar was just about to use provocation to force Mordred to stay, but before he could finish his words, he was met with two fierce slashes from the cloaked girl.

"Your opponent is me." The cloaked girl's cold gaze was like that of a ferocious little beast. However, if you underestimate her for this reason, you will probably pay the price with your death.

"It's actually Euryale, the second of the three Gorgon sisters, and Medusa, the youngest but most famous. They are also the second Archer and the second Lancer respectively." Joan of Arc once again looked at the panel information of the two servants who appeared. As of now, four abnormal servants have been confirmed to have appeared tonight. Could it be that the guy in the dark really controls seven servants?

"Why isn't Wang Chong-jun taking action now? Does he think it's possible to force out more Servants? Or... is Wang Chong-jun planning to let the alien Servants help him get rid of some normal Servants so that he can have a greater chance of winning the Holy Grail War?" Jeanne couldn't help but doubt.

Originally, Joan of Arc still trusted Wang Chong very much, but after being suppressed for a long time and not allowed to take action, Joan of Arc would still have doubts no matter what.

"Jeanne...if Mordred is about to kill Lancer, I'll take action, but wait a little longer. I have a feeling there's some heavyweight waiting to appear. You're the most crucial trump card, and you have to stay until last." Wang Chong suddenly said, "Gilgamesh is very powerful, and his departure was an accident after all. Since those people dared to appear when the King of Heroes is here, Mordred alone won't be enough. We need at least another Servant to truly balance the Hero King. We have to leave him nowhere to hide."

"Eh?" Jeanne was a little surprised, but the doubts that had just risen in her heart disappeared instantly. It seemed that Wang Chongjun was really thinking about her. She nodded and advised, "Don't force yourself, Wang Chongjun."

"Hmm..." Wang Chong nodded and secretly raised his sword, but his eyes did not look at Diarmait, but at Director Kenneth who was hiding in the dark.

"Hehe, there's no need to take action for now. I don't believe you, Director Kenneth, can keep your composure." Wang Chong thought to himself.

"Use the Command Seal! Lancer! Return to my side immediately!"

As expected, seeing that no one was stopping Mordred from attacking his servant, Kayneth had to use the Command Spell with great pain, and immediately evacuated Diarmait from the battlefield. He also immediately left the place with the seriously injured Diarmait.

"Damn it! That damned weakling Master, don't let me touch him next time!" Mordred saw his sword strike empty, and after learning how Diarmuid had escaped, he was furious. But whatever, his ultimate goal was the same from the beginning to the end.

"Finally...finally no one can disturb us, King Arthur." Mordred came to Altria with a sword in hand.

"Mordred..." Artoria raised her sword again, wanting to resist to the end.

"Ding--"

Altria's sword struck Mordred's shoulder without any hindrance, and blood began to seep out and slide down the blade.

"Weak..." Mordred spat out this word coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he hit Artoria's hand directly with his knife, and actually knocked Artoria's sword down.

"You should have aimed for my head, King Arthur. You can't even hold a sword steady, how can you stop me now?" Mordred said, "You've always been the victor before, so you could trample on my feelings like that. But now, you experience defeat again, watching your ideals annihilated at my hands again. What do you think? This is the anger you once brought me, and now, I will return it all to you!"

"You are wrong, Mordred." Artoria closed her eyes and then said, "I have long since fallen into eternal reincarnation. In order to realize that vision, I will continue to fight. Always... always... My enemy is no longer you, Mordred, nor is it limited to you, Mordred."

"So, put away your boring humiliations, fight, or die." Artoria leaned over and picked up the sword that fell on the ground. Her eyes were looking directly at Mordred, but seemed to pass through Mordred.

Who is she looking at? Why will she keep fighting like this?

After looking into Altria's eyes, Mordred suddenly seemed to understand something.

Altria has never faced herself squarely, in the past, present... and future.

"Oh..." A deep sense of sadness rose in Mordred's heart. The king had never once looked at him. Even when he emerged victorious, stepping on her head, she wouldn't even glance at him. So, what was the point of everything he had done?

"Then die! King Arthur!" Mordred's magic finally erupted again. Picking up the sword, she was ready to end everything, kill Artoria... and then kill herself.

"No wonder the teacher said not to meddle in other people's family affairs. But..."

Suddenly, a massive gust of air swept over Mordred's back, startling even Artoria, who had rushed forward, and she stopped dead in her tracks. This time, their gazes coincidentally met at the same spot.

A huge airflow appeared around King of Conquerors Iskandar, which directly forced back the attacking little Medusa. Everyone else present resisted this strong airflow.

"But it is really sad to see you two sinking into the abyss of despair because of your own mistakes. So let me show you today what a king is and what a family is!" Iskandar smiled, and then white light spread out from him.

"Here it comes... It's your turn. Remember to put on the mask I gave you. Bai Zhen doesn't care, just don't let others see your true appearance." When Wang Chong was about to be enveloped by the light, he immediately began to instruct the last heroic spirit he had prepared.

"I understand~ Hehe, hahahaha, just watch my performance." The unruly laughter sounded in my mind.

At the end of the light, a black figure holding a flag stepped on a pterosaur and entered the white light. Behind him, many pterosaurs followed and flew into it.

……

"Woo! Where...is this place?" At this time, Weber felt that the airflow had disappeared, and he began to open his eyes. When he looked around, he found that he was actually in a desert.

"This is... an inherent barrier? How is this possible? It's actually the materialization of the mental landscape..." Irisviel was also involved in it. Looking at the scene around her, she instantly understood what kind of treasure Iskandar had activated.

"This is the land where my army once galloped. This is the scene that will always remain in the hearts of the warriors who shared my joys and sorrows." After Iskandar finished speaking, he grinned. Behind everyone, the sound of uniform footsteps was heard, and the legion of thousands of people appeared in everyone's sight.

"My bond with them is my greatest treasure, my kingly way! It is my, Iskandar's, most powerful Noble Phantasm! Ionioi Hetairoi (King's Army)!"

Chapter 74: Roar! I’m so angry!

Seeing the thousands of troops slowly marching towards them, coupled with the vast expanse of the desert surrounding them, a sense of grandeur, desolation, and shock emerged from the hearts of those present.

This was the Noble Phantasm of King Iskandar, the Conqueror. It possessed the strength of an entire legion. Jeanne could clearly sense the aura of Heroic Spirits emanating from those soldiers and warriors. However, it seemed that because they were summoned by Iskandar, they had not been assigned to specific classes according to the rules of the Holy Grail War. Therefore, none of them possessed any classes or class-related skills, let alone Noble Phantasms.

However, one shouldn't underestimate these individuals. They are all genuine Heroic Spirits, possessing genuine power. Some even surpass the King of Conquerors himself. After all, Iskandar's greatest strength lies in his leadership and his kingly ways, not his bravery.

But this is the true power of being a conqueror king. His legion and his men will always follow this great emperor even if they step into the underworld.

Artoria seemed to be shocked when she saw this scene. She looked at the soldiers who were shouting the name of the King of Conquerors, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and she fell silent.

Mordred, upon witnessing this scene, was similarly moved. However, unlike Artoria, she saw something more. She could see the passion, lust, and happiness in the eyes of the soldiers who followed the Conqueror King, Iskandar. Mordred had also seen that in the Knights of the Round Table, and even in her own eyes.

But in the end, for everyone in the Knights of the Round Table, including himself, those things were twisted, twisted by the hands of the man called "King Arthur." Some suffered pain and sorrow, some were trapped in a cycle of self-blame, some chose to sacrifice themselves in anger, and some embraced madness and raised the sword of rebellion.

Why is it that, despite being kings, the King of Conquerors' most powerful Noble Phantasm is the very legion that has accompanied him his entire life? Meanwhile, the King of Knights is alone, possessing only his holy sword.

What caused us (them), who were once like those soldiers, to eventually become like that?

This question not only flashed through Mordred's mind, but also settled deeply in Artoria's heart.

"So, do you two want to continue fighting? If you choose to fight to the death, then you will experience the ravages of my army. Then... recall the memories of you fighting together! The Kingdom of Britain, I, the King of Conquerors, will lead my compatriots to completely conquer it!!!" King of Conquerors Iskandar jumped onto his black warhorse, brandishing the sword of Cyprus, and loudly announced his words of conquest.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The soldiers behind the King of Conquerors responded to his call in unison, their momentum as high as a rainbow.

"So that's how it is. Although the King of Conquerors doesn't understand the complex relationship between Mordred and Artoria, and doesn't know how to fundamentally resolve the problem, he can use this pressure and, in the name of kingdom conquering kingdom, force Artoria to join forces with Mordred, thereby reminding them of their past battles with the Knights of the Round Table and temporarily resolving the conflict. Haha, as expected of a renowned King of Conquerors in history, he can come up with such a simple and efficient solution."

Wang Chong understood the logic behind Iskandar's actions and couldn't help but chuckle. As expected, one shouldn't mistake him for a fool just because of his seemingly abnormal behavior. After all, he was Emperor Iskandar, considered one of the Four Great Military Gods by Western nations.

"This drama has finally come to an end." Wang Chong knew it was the final moment. No one could escape Iskandar's barrier. Only Emiya Kiritsugu and Maiya, who had been driven away, and the Matou Kariya and Kenneth groups, who had left the battlefield, were not dragged into the battle.

"Isn't that the Assassin who was killed earlier? Why is he here? And there's more than one of them?" At this moment, the sharp-eyed Waver observed several masked Assassins appearing in the desert. As for Jeanne, upon learning of Hassan's Noble Phantasm, she immediately understood the reason for his multiple appearances, having paid little attention to him.

Far away in the Tohsaka family, Tohsaka Tokiomi, after calming Gilgamesh's anger, heard information about Iskandar's Noble Phantasm from Kotomine Kirei.

"I see. An inherent barrier, an army of tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits... As expected, this King of Conquerors, who left a profound mark on history, is a Heroic Spirit as powerful as the King of Heroes. It's a blessing that he revealed his hand so easily."

"Yes, but I'm afraid those Assassins won't be able to come back." Kotomine Kirei said.

"It doesn't matter. We only lost a few chess pieces, but we can get the biggest trump card of this legendary figure. It can be said to be quite a bargain." Toosaka Tokiomi said slowly. This was one of the few good news after the first night of the battle.

……

Inside the inherent barrier, King Iskandar glanced at the Hassans who had revealed their true forms, then looked at Euryale and Little Medusa, two of the Gorgon sisters, and said loudly:

"There are quite a few sneaky people tonight, but I don't care what kind of plots you have! I, the King of Conquerors, have already said that those cowards who are afraid to show their faces will be despised by me, the King of Conquerors, Iskandar! So let's begin, the two of Britain, and you cowards. As you can see, the battlefield we materialize is a desert plain. Unfortunately, we have the advantage of terrain due to our large numbers. So-"

"--Ravage!" The voice was as loud as thunder. Iskandar led his legion and began to charge towards Mordred, Artoria and all the heroes present except for a certain hero known as the "Ruined King".

This made Irisviel, who was watching the battle, a little confused. Wasn't she trying to help her own Altria just now? Why did they suddenly rush in together?

As for Wang Chong being let go, it was normal. After all, in the eyes of others, Wang Chong had lost his combat effectiveness, but he was still protecting some Masters, including Iskandar's Master. The King of Conquerors would not attack them all in a fit of rage.

"Okay, in that case, let's see if you have enough people to stop my power." Seeing the famous Macedonian phalanx charging towards her in a mighty force, Mordred's eyes became excited, and the warlike factor once again climbed into her mind. She was ready to release the treasure again.

Hassan, on the other hand, seemed somewhat panicked and lost. Whether it was intentional or fate, they were the closest to the legion and were instantly engulfed, clearly doomed. Then, the soldiers began chasing the Gorgon sisters. Little Medusa, carrying Euryale on her back, quickly distanced themselves. Euryale, however, frowned and kept scolding, "Hurry up! I hate those rough men the most. I can smell their stench from a hundred meters away. It's really disgusting."

Seeing that the legion was about to catch up and face Mordred, at this time, the magic power of Mordred's treasure began to gather and was ready to be released.

"Alright, Mordred, you've done quite well. No need to release your Noble Phantasm, just put away your sword." The Master's voice echoed in his ears. "I know you still want to duel him, but, wait for another time. Tonight's goal has been achieved, and you've already expended too much of your physical strength and magic power. Wouldn't it be better to reserve this contest for your prime?"

"...Okay, my Master." Although he didn't know what his Master had prepared, since he was watching from the other side, Mordred naturally trusted his Master's decision. Therefore, he stopped releasing magic power.

At this time, Euryale and little Medusa also came to Mordred's side. They stopped running and turned around to confront the soldiers who were chasing them.

When Iskandar saw this scene, he became puzzled. Why did Mordred suddenly stop releasing the Noble Phantasm, and why did the two escaping Heroic Spirits stop?

But soon, Iskandar got the answer. Countless thick pillars of fire suddenly rose up in front of them, and in an instant the soldiers who rushed in were completely devoured by the flames.