They already have a chat group, why bother with the plot?

"But we've already been looking at the river all afternoon," Xiao Mo complained.

Ling Yu: "..."

"Almost there, do you see those containers?"

"In a little while, someone will actively release their aura to attract other heroic spirits," Ling Yu said patiently.

"But Master, why should we wait for them to come to us instead of taking the initiative?" Xiao Mo asked.

She didn't really like this passive feeling.

This has a lot to do with her personality; in battle, she is always the first to charge in.

Ling Yu was taken aback.

Yes.

He's even come to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Isn't it too boring to just wait for the battle to start in such a conventional way?

"Xiao Mo, you're right."

Mordred: “…”

She had corrected her way of addressing Ling Yu.

After being defeated by Ling Yu in one move, she was convinced of his superiority.

Mordred found it strange that Ling Yu, who was already so strong, would still summon a Servant.

Why don't you just do it yourself?

"Xiao Mo, do you hate your father?"

Ling Yu's sudden words startled Mordred.

I don't understand why Ling Yu would suddenly say something like that.

But what if you hate?

She didn't.

In her heart, all she ever wanted was Arthur's approval.

That's it.

She just wanted the other person to pay more attention to her.

Even without Mordred saying anything, Ling Yu knew what she was thinking.

"Now you have an opportunity to gain your father's approval. Do you want to take it?"

"Father is here too?" Mordred was shocked.

"Yes, she is Saber, one of the seven classes summoned by the Holy Grail."

“Unlike you, she is still alive.”

"Not dead?"

Mordred was puzzled.

"At this moment, Artoria is at Sword Orchid Hill, the time it would take her to pierce you with the Holy Lance," Ling Yu said.

Mordred: “…”

"Doesn't that mean that my father hates me the most right now?"

Only the person in charge knows what's going on in their own life.

She clearly remembered how loving and filial she was to her daughter before she died.

Although she was stabbed to death, she also shattered Artoria's skull and blinded one of her eyes.

Thinking like this.

She had no idea how crazy her 'father' would go after seeing her.

"But why is Father pursuing the Holy Grail?"

At this moment, Xiao Mo discovered the blind spot and asked in confusion.

"She wants to reopen it."

Next, Ling Yu explained that Saber was unwilling to accept the fact that Britannia had been overthrown and destroyed, so she made a contract with the "world" Alaya, hoping to obtain the Holy Grail and wish to "return to the day of the selection of kings" even at the cost of eternal reincarnation.

After listening, Mordred fell silent.

in fact

She regretted it too.

If given another chance, she would definitely pledge unconditional loyalty to her king.

"Master, are we going to stand against Father?" Mo asked.

Even if I wanted to, would you really be willing?

Xiao Mo remained silent.

Silence is the best answer.

Clearly, Mordred was unwilling to be an enemy of her father, the king.

Moreover, if the Holy Grail is her father's wish, she wants to do everything in her power to help him obtain it.

The problem is, she is now Ling Yu's servant.

"Also, let me tell you something."

Xiao Mo looked up.

Then, Ling Yu said something that shocked her.

“Lancelot is here too.”

"What! Lancelot is here too?"

Mordred looked shocked.

Including her, there were three Knights of the Round Table.

If they join forces, wouldn't the Holy Grail be within their grasp?

at this time

A burst of fire suddenly erupted in the distance, attracting the attention of the two.

Look in the direction.

In the container area by the Weiyuan River, a woman in a red dress, wielding a red longsword, was fighting a man wielding two guns.

Every time she swung her sword, it was like a graceful dancer in motion.

And opposite her.

He was a handsome man with a beauty mark under his eye, holding two guns, one long and one short.

"Hmm, I acknowledge your strength."

“In terms of bravery, you are worthy to be my opponent,” Nero said, looking at the man before him.

"It is truly an honor."

The man first expressed his gratitude, then said with a hint of melancholy:

"It's a pity that we can't even exchange names with our opponents in a life-or-death battle. It's a really disappointing constraint."

"Can't we give our names, Master? What should we say here?"

Nero looked at Hajime Nagumo beside him.

Nagumo Hajime gave an OK sign: "Say whatever you want."

"As expected of your master who summoned me, I am very satisfied with your personality. You are much better than some of those sneaky and underhanded people," Nero said with a smile.

dark place

Kenneth clicked his tongue.

Enraged by Nero's words, he immediately shouted, "Lancer, I grant you permission to use your Noble Phantasm to kill her!"

Upon hearing this, Lancer paused, a helpless expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, but my lord has given the order, and I have no choice but to obey."

“Saber, fighting with you made me very happy, but unfortunately, it has to end here.”

Lancer put down the short gun wrapped in bandages, then slowly removed the bandages from the long gun, revealing a blood-red barrel.

In contrast to the vibrant red of Nero's gun, which bloomed like a rose, Lancer's gun was a darker, blood-red color.

"You just didn't have a good master."

"I am Nero, Nero Claudius, Emperor of the Roman Empire!"

Nero placed his hand lightly on his chest and said loudly.

"It's that Roman tyrant?" Lancer was extremely shocked to hear Nero introduce himself.

He then said very sincerely, "It is my honor to fight you."

"Hmm, I also acknowledge your strength. Come on, after you use your Noble Phantasm, don't disappoint me."

"Of course not."

Dirumdo's pupils narrowed.

Next second

He charged toward Nero, spear in hand.

The crimson spear, gleaming with a blood-red light, thrust straight at Nero.

Seeing this, Nero swung his longsword, seemingly stirring up countless rose petals.

then

"Bah!"

The gun and sword clashed, producing a metallic clang.

Nero's face lit up with joy as he felt the force coming from his hand.

Don’t retreat but advance.

The longsword in his hand suddenly burst into flames, and the burning sensation coming from the spear startled Diarmuid.

He quickly swung his spear to deflect the approaching Nero.

But he wanted to retreat, while Nero did not.

The battle fueled her enthusiasm, making her movements even more agile.

Fight fiercely! Fight passionately!

Chapter 242

Every clash between sword and gun sends sparks flying.

Nero was like a graceful dancer, attacking without defending, constantly advancing forward.

Nero was able to deflect Diarmuid's attacks with perfect timing with every swing of his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between her and Diarmuid had shrunk.

The scarlet spear swung back and forth so fast that only a blurry shadow could be seen.

Spearmen are supposed to be fearless pioneers, paving the way for others.

However, under Nero's dance-like attacks, his proud spear skills and martial arts were gradually dismantled as he retreated.

This gave Diarmuid a sense of urgency amidst his inner joy.

He truly lived up to his reputation as the emperor of the Roman Empire.