I really didn't want to burn it.

From a martial arts perspective, Galahad would definitely be on par with ten Mashs.

Despite the fact that Mashu's Servant is Galahad, the two are not on the same level in terms of combat experience, physical fitness, and control over their own bodies.

However, the current situation is that Mash is chasing Galahad and attacking him.

There's no way around it; Mash, who can control two shields simultaneously, is simply unbeatable in a one-on-one melee combat situation.

Mash didn't play any tricks with Galahad; she just manipulated her two shields and smashed them wildly at her brother.

If there is only one shield, Galahad can rely on his combat experience to find a way to knock the shield away.

Unfortunately, Mashu has two shields. Even if Galahad manages to deal with one, he will still face the second shield, resulting in him having to cosplay as a hamburger patty again.

Even if Galahad wanted to use a strategy of trading injuries for injuries, it wouldn't work.

With Mash protecting her vitals so thoroughly, Galahad's sword could at most only make a small cut on her body.

But for Galahad, if he gets hit by the shield, he'll at least cough up blood.

Thus, Galahad, the most powerful knight of the second generation of the Round Table, was thrown from the Arc de Triomphe to the East Road of the Colosseum by his own sister, with no strength left to resist.

boom!

Once again, Galahad was sent flying by the great shield, crashing through three walls before collapsing to the ground in a sorry state.

"Ha ha--"

Galahad, panting heavily, covered his bleeding mouth as he watched Mash approach him.

"It's over, brother."

Mashu announced this.

“It seems so,” Galahad said with a bitter smile. “I never imagined you could grow to this level. As your older brother, I’m truly happy.”

Mashu stopped just inches away from Galahad, looking at him with a sorrowful expression.

"Brother..."

Mash hovered her shields on either side of her, silently watching Galahad.

"Haha... You win, Mashu. Let's do it."

Galahad said this.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

After Mashu finished speaking, she pierced Galahad's body with her sword, pinning him to the ground.

"you……"

Galahad stared blankly at Mashu.

He could clearly feel that Mashu deliberately avoided vital points when she pierced his body; the sword did not kill him.

"You're showing me pity?!"

Galahad questioned Mash as he tried to pull the sword from his body.

“I told you, I would save you, brother.”

"That's what Mashu said," she said, turning back to the battlefield.

"Come back here! Kill me! I don't need your pity!"

Galahad roared at Mash's retreating figure, but she didn't turn around.

"sorry."

Mashu apologized in a voice only she could hear.

"Ignore that guy. He'll realize how good you are as his sister once he sobers up."

Galahad, the Heroic Spirit within Mashu, said easily.

"Is it?"

"Of course, that's just my temperament."

"The spirit Galahad said with certainty."

"Is that so?" Mashu breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought my brother would be upset that I didn't break his limbs."

"Um...why do you have that idea?"

Galahad, the spirit of the hero, felt a chill.

“Because my brother keeps telling me to be ruthless,” Mashu said, tilting her head. “But I just can’t bring myself to do something so drastic.”

"No...you've done very well, really."

Galahad suddenly realized that his seemingly obedient and gentle younger sister might be the most untouchable person in the family.

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Inside the arena, Leon watched everything unfolding in Rome without taking any action.

[Won't the host join in?]

"Which side do you think I should play on? What kind of result would be suitable?"

Li Ang asked in a muffled tone.

[That makes sense. After all, if it were Sanson, you probably couldn't beat anyone, but if it were Leon Falter, you definitely couldn't beat anyone.]

The dirge system demonstrated its superb linguistic skills to Li Ang, expressing completely opposite meanings with the same words.

[So, host, what do you plan to do? Watch the monkey show end here?]

"Well... it seems like someone made the choice for me."

Li Ang looked down the corridor and Romulus, dressed in black armor, slowly walked over.

"Lord Romulus, did you need to see me?"

Li Ang asked in a low voice.

“Indeed,” Romulus nodded. “Rome will not forget those who have given everything for it.”

Li Ang quickly bowed and replied, "You flatter me, I..."

puff.

Li Ang looked at his chest in surprise, where an extra arm had appeared.

Romulus withdrew his hand from Leon's body and said calmly, "Thank you for your hard work. Rest in peace in Rome."

Li Ang collapsed into a pool of blood with a thud, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion. He seemed unable to believe that Romulus would actually kill him.

"Hmph, do you think you've done it very discreetly?"

Romulus offered a disdainful explanation to Leon's corpse.

"Even with King Arthur Alt covering for you, you still cannot escape my surveillance. I control Rome, and everything in Rome is of my will!"

"Now that the Chaldeans have arrived, you are of no use. Rest in peace in Rome."

Romulus casually flicked the blood off his arm onto Li Ang and slowly walked away.

The corridor fell silent once more...

[Host, you didn't expect this, did you?]

"Ah, indeed."

Li Ang, who should have been face down, dying with his heart pierced, actually spoke up and echoed the words of the mourning system.

"I didn't expect Artoria Alt to cover for me. I thought she would report it to Romulus. I should say, she's truly my woman. What a good girl."

[Host, even a famous matchmaker wouldn't praise herself like this.]

The system once again criticized Li Ang's shamelessness.

[However, host, is it alright for you to deliberately expose Chaldea to him?]

"fine."

Li Ang remained lying down and said in a low voice, "To gain something, you have to pay the corresponding price. Now Romulus and I have already revealed our cards. It's a matter of who has the stronger hand."

So, at this crucial moment when everyone is fighting tooth and nail, you've chosen to just AFK and slack off in the fountain?

“How can doing things according to the plan be called slacking off?” Li Ang snorted. “I’m just waiting for the next phase of the operation plan to begin.”

[Host, you really were slacking off.]

Li Ang didn't take a single word of the sarcasm system's mockery to heart. He lay on the ground and scrolled through the system pop-ups with his hand, looking for something to pass the time.

Just then, the jade pendant in Li Ang's arms began to vibrate.

Li Ang's previously carefree smile faded. He took out a jade pendant from his pocket and asked impatiently, "A-Zheng, you'd better give me a reason why you have to make the call, or next time I'll draw 'My dad is an idiot' on Fusu's face while he's sleeping."

"Li Ang, is your hobby simply making a fool of yourself without any limits? It seems that the etiquette education I gave you is still insufficient."

Inside the jade pendant, Ying Zheng spoke slowly in a helpless tone.

"That's your own problem. I told you not to contact me before the operation is over. What if Ritsuka sees you?"

"I wouldn't contact you unless there were special circumstances!" Ying Zheng retorted directly. "Listen, we've discovered a problem."

"What?"

"The most crucial step in the plan is to recruit the person who will split the world."

"The candidate has not yet been decided..."

"The candidates have been chosen, but how to recruit them is a problem," Ying Zheng said. "After our research, we currently only have one safest method."

After hearing Ying Zheng's suggestion, Li Ang did not answer immediately, but pondered quietly for a while.

"Is there no other way?"

Ying Zheng replied, "This is the safest and most secure method. You probably don't want to try a risky plan, do you?"

"I see."

Li Ang got up from the ground and stretched, ignoring the bloodstains on his body.

"Um...DD, the plans have changed, we have to leave earlier than scheduled."

Li Ang turned around and spoke to the little maid who appeared at the corner.

"Ok?"

DD tilted his head in confusion.

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Romulus was unaware that he had not killed Leon. In his mind, whether human or servant, his attack had definitely destroyed their heart or spirit core.

Therefore, Romulus had now turned his attention to the other invaders in Rome.

"Hmph, you are the last obstacle to Rome's expansion across the world!"

Romulus raised his hands, and red particles spewed from the black wings behind him.

"Now, turn everything into Rome!"

Romulus flew high into the sky and swooped down toward the Knights of the Round Table.

He was like an eagle that looked down on everything, spreading its wings to catch its prey on the ground.

"That guy... him!"

Bedivere, who was fighting Lancelot, exclaimed in surprise.

Tristan, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Romulus's immense magical power made him feel nervous.

"Leave him to me! You all just deal with your own opponents!"

Mashu shouted desperately, raising her two shields in front of her.

With the flight capability added to the armor produced by Leon (the Death System), Mash accelerated and rushed towards the black phantom in the sky.

The other party also noticed her.

"Chaldea's Servants, turn this into Rome!"

Romulus aimed his palm at Mash, and the red beam of light slammed heavily into the shield.