The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The Red side's Berserkers have been released, but their impact on the battle remains minimal. The Black side's strength has just been drastically reduced, and the androids and golems seem unable to withstand the Dragon Fangs...

　"Ha ha..."

　Modred stuck the sword in his hand into the ground for support, and the armor on his body, which had just been restored, became tattered again.

　Frankenstein has completely disappeared, and he can no longer fight. He has already used up two command seals tonight alone. It would be better for him to return to the base to recuperate.

　Mordred looked around, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

　The body of the black Saber she knew, Lancelot's illegitimate daughter, was still lying on the ground.

　"Are you kidding me?"

　Mordred gasped for breath as he limped towards Sieg and collapsed beside her.

　"Cyborg?"

　Modred felt the aura coming from Sieg with some disbelief. She would never mistake this aura in her life because she was a part of it.

　At this moment, a halo even stronger than before emanated from Sieg's chest.

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　Dawn Horizon:a

　Originating from an ancient English legend, the "Border Dragon" that guards the "Horizon" will emit a dazzling light with every breath at night, scaring away those who want to explore.

　The unknown pure lake light:a

　A high-speed assault sword technique, leveraging its own excellent magical talent, adds an extra layer of magic to the sword, capable of analyzing the composition of the opponent's weapons and thereby destroying them.

　The damage and recovery are both top-notch, and can be deployed at will like a normal attack.

　All the chains are broken, and the light of the lake is heavy: a

　It is not Lancelot's true Noble Phantasm; it is merely an imitation with his own interpretation added to it.

　A sword skill that sacrifices area damage in exchange for the ability to crush a single target with overwhelming force.

　It can be deployed at will and is usually used together with the yet-unknown Immaculate Lake Light to cause great armor-piercing damage to the opponent.

　Embark on a Pilgrimage: Chapter 17: The Rebel

　Just minutes before Sieg's death:

　"Hahaha! Come again! Come again!"

　Spartacus waved the weapon in his hand with a twisted smile on his face, and continued to chase Atalanta in an extremely distorted posture.

　"berserker! Are you really betraying me?"

　Atalanta questioned Spartacus while retreating, shooting at him with the longbow in her hand.

　Every arrow that struck Spartacus not only failed to force him back, but instead intensified his aura, and his entire being became even more bizarre and twisted.

　"It's really troublesome!"

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　Atalanta cursed inwardly, then condensed two arrows in her hands and shot them into the sky.

　"I offer this disaster to Apollo and Artemis, asking for their protection with my bow and arrow—"

　The cross star appeared in the sky again, and the light it emitted turned into countless arrows that completely enveloped Spartacus in an instant.

　"Phoiboscatastrophe!"

　Facing the rain of arrows in front of him, Spartacus raised his head high and made a creepy sound from his mouth, which was not sure whether it was out of pain or pleasure.

　“Uooohhh—”

　Each attack made his figure grow more bizarre and swell.

　At this time, Spartacus was like a twisted monster, constantly strengthening himself by absorbing the attacks of others, and when it reached a certain limit, it would be completely detonated.

　This is his Noble Phantasm - Crying Waronger.

　"Endure all the pain the enemy can inflict in order to overcome it, thereby completely defeating the enemy and achieving victory!"

　Spartacus took the legs that had grown out of him at some point and walked towards Atalanta step by step firmly, facing the fierce Noble Phantasm.

　"Archer, lead it to Ruler."

　Just when Atalanta was at a loss, Semiramis and Amakusa Shiro sent her a message.

　"Take this opportunity to get rid of Ruler?"

　Feeling the terrifying magical aura emanating from Spartacus behind her, Atalanta did not ask any questions and immediately changed her attack strategy, switching from a high-frequency annihilation type to a low-frequency lure type, constantly luring Spartacus.

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　"From here!"

　Jeanne ran towards the hillside, which was the highest point in the area and the closest landing point to the Hanging Gardens. If she started from here, she might have a chance to enter.

　Just as Joan of Arc was thinking this, the purple chains that she had seen once before in the church bound her again.

　Then, dozens of Dragon Fang Soldiers were released from the Hanging Gardens, waving their weapons and charging towards Jeanne.

　Jeanne's face darkened, and her magic surged throughout her body. She instantly shattered the chains on her body, and then attacked the Dragon Fang soldier who rushed in front of her.

　The flagpole wrapped with the flag smashed the Dragon Tooth Soldiers hard and cleared a space in an instant.

　Joan of Arc fired a shot and, with no vision at all, used the tip of her gun to break the spine of the Dragon Tooth Soldier who was about to launch a sneak attack.

　This is her unique fighting style - relying on inherent skills to know the opponent's next move and make counterattacks or defenses.

　"What happened to the Red Master..."

　Just now, as a rluer, she felt that almost all the servants on the red side had signed new contracts.

　"What the hell is this..."

　Renegotiating the contract means that the previous Master has withdrawn from the Holy Grail War, whether actively or passively.

　But there is only one thing that is certain, and that is what she must do as the supervisor of this war.

　She needed to personally confirm the Red Master's life or death. If they were already dead, the next thing to do would be to determine the cause of death and whether the new Master's actions violated the prohibitions. If they were alive, it would mean that they had withdrawn from the war and were irrelevant personnel. She had the obligation and responsibility to protect them and ensure they left the war alive.

　But now, the red team is trying to kill her completely, kill her as the supervisor.

　From the moment she showed up, he wanted to kill her, without even any reason.

　Joan of Arc held the flag in front of her to block the bombardment from the Hanging Gardens. The scattered magic bombardment fell into the plain behind her and caused a violent explosion.

　Then, Spartacus's immense magical aura entered her perception range. He was approaching her, and it was clear something was wrong. It was like a powder keg with the fuse already lit.

　And further away on the plain behind him was a town that had fallen asleep.

　"Is the target me..."

　Without any hesitation, Joan of Arc gave up the opportunity to land on the Hanging Gardens and ran away.

　The priority now is to lure Spartacus away from town, or at least get him away a little!

　The golden figure kept passing over the plain filled with debris and scorched earth, and Spartacus' completely distorted figure slowly appeared in the darkness.

　"What a shame!"

　The Spartacus in front of him no longer had any connection with humans. He looked like a huge tumor that kept swelling. In order to support his huge body, his feet had grown insect-like abdominal feet. Several arms hung on his body as if they had no bones or flesh. Through his skin, one could even see the dim magic power flowing beneath his skin.

　"Oppressor ooooohhhh oppressor ooooohhhh!"

　As Joan of Arc tried to lure Spartacus away, she saw Mordred sitting over Sieg's body.

　"Zig!"

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　Joan of Arc walked all the way to Mordred's side, but all she saw was Sieg's broken body and Mordred who was obviously not in good condition.

　Before he could say anything, two arrows hit Spartacus' body one after another.

　These two blows pushed Spartacus' body to its limit.

　The fuse has burned out.

　Joan of Arc looked at the town in the distance, her expression became resolute, and she slowly walked in front of Mordred and Sieg and raised the flag in her hand, and huge magical power continued to pour into it.

　"No no no! I'm not! I'm not!"

　Spartacus, who had been controlled by Caster, was released from control at the last second before he exploded. He saw the town in the distance and the innocent people in it, and he saw the saint leading the people in rebellion.

　"No no no!"

　He is Spartacus, a rebellious hero. He cannot attack the weak or the oppressed innocents.

　"Do not--"

　Spartacus gritted his teeth and tried to control his body to face the sky.

　"I'm sorry, Spartacus, but I can't let a hero like you hurt innocent people!"

　The flag embroidered with irises slowly unfolded and fluttered under the influence of the magic power.

　"I am definitely not an oppressor!"

　Spartacus used all his strength to adjust the trajectory of his explosive attack.

　Golden magic gathered between Joan of Arc and Spartacus.

　Spartacus' mouth twisted and grew larger, his body expanded, and finally an extremely huge torrent of magic power gushed out of his mouth.

　"My flag, please protect my compatriots!"

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　Embark on a Pilgrimage: Eighteen Plans

　"My flag, please protect my compatriots!"

　Joan of Arc held it upright in front of her, and the huge amount of magic power continued to accumulate in front of her like a waterfall, forming a transparent barrier that trapped Mordred and Sieg inside.

　"Here is my Lord (luminosite eternelle)!"

　A sharp explosion sounded from the point where the two equally powerful magical powers came into contact. Jeanne's feet sank deeply into the mud and continued to retreat, leaving deep marks on the ground.

　"Do you need to use the Command Spell? One last stroke..."

　An eye flew in front of Mordred and stared at him.

　"Do not."

　Mordred frowned, then a smile of triumph appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　"I want Ruler to use the Command Spell."

　"I see..."

　Lion Jie Jieli, who was watching the battle from a distance, nodded with a cigarette in his mouth.

　If he could keep the last stroke of the Command Seal in his hand, then he and Mordred would still be able to fight no matter who they faced.

　"I'm running low on mana. You'll need to act accordingly. If you succeed, use the Berserker's Noble Phantasm and then retreat immediately."

　"no problem."

　Mordred used his sword to support his body and then slowly approached Jeanne d'Arc, who was trying her best to block Spartacus's Noble Phantasm.

　"Ruler, do you have any extra Command Seals here? Lend me one."

　"Saber from the red team?"

　Joan of Arc glanced at Mordred, her golden hair fluttering back with the impact of magic.

　"If this continues, the town behind us will be covered!"

　If my father were in this situation now, he would definitely choose to help Ruker, right?

　"I understand! Command with the Command Spell!"

　A red light lit up from behind Joan of Arc. Mordred slowly raised the shining royal sword in his hand and stood beside Joan of Arc.

　"Look at me firing on all cylinders!"

　Mordred raised high the sword in his hand that was constantly emitting pressure, and then with a stern look in his eyes, he activated his treasure towards the torrent of magic in front of him.

　"Treason against my illustrious father (clarent blood arthur)!"