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"Yes, Uruk was destroyed by him. He was the tyrant of Central Asia. If this happened in our country, he would be dragged out and cursed for thousands of years. Oh, Uruk is gone, then it's alright."

A voice suddenly cut in.

With the unnamed Red Archer and Rosser working together in a frenzy, the three Servants engaged in a barrage of insults and comparisons, effectively putting Gilgamesh and Zhao Gou at the same table.

Well, I didn't mock the village chief, after all, Uruk is a very important city in the history of the Moon.

As for city-states?

Saber was also, in fact, the queen of Camelot and the surrounding villages, and the leader of the alliance of the kings of Britain.

"Wait a minute, your little aunt... um?"

Rother narrowed his eyes as he looked at the 154cm tall girl who looked remarkably like King Arthur, dressed in red and white heavy armor, with a face that screamed "I am Mordred."

Why do my hands feel itchy and restless, and I really want to punch this Servant to death?

"I?"

The servant who had appeared at some unknown time suddenly changed his expression, becoming arrogant and rebellious: "Hmph, I am Mordred, the sole heir of the Knight King Arthur Pendragon, and the most powerful Knight of the Round Table."

Red A, standing next to her, was taken aback and looked at her suspiciously.

Although it perfectly matches the legendary unruliness and wildness, something just feels off.

Rosser looked her up and down, then suddenly realized, "I know, you're Mei..."

"I am Mordred!"

The girl's tone was defiant, but her eyes were flashing wild signals.

Rother understands, but... is there a difference?

Do you really think Saber would show favoritism?

They'll still kill you, okay?

Almost at the same time.

"Mordred..."

Saber's deep, authoritative growl echoed, filled with complex emotions.

But she quickly composed herself, and like a rational and indifferent queen, she drew her holy sword to execute the traitor.

"The moment you raised the flag of rebellion, you ceased to be a Knight of the Round Table. Your actions plunged Britain into flames."

His tone was icy, as if delivering an unquestionable judgment.

"what...."

Before the girl could react, Rosser had already focused his voice into a whisper, reminding her, "At this moment, you should scream wildly, roaring ferociously: I'm going to destroy all of this, Arthur—!, like a little girl who hasn't been acknowledged..."

"Yes...that's just how Mo Zai is..."

The girl nodded repeatedly, then suddenly realized what she had said and exclaimed in shock:

"Wait, why do you know so much? Who exactly are you?"

But before she could ask any further questions, Saber had already slashed at her with her sword.

"Quickly...shout:..."

Rosser's voice came to the "girl's" ears.

The "young girl" was dumbfounded; how could she understand more than I, a nightmare who uses clairvoyance to spy on the filial piety between father and son?

But there was no time. The next moment, his eyes were bloodshot as he raised his silver demon sword, which resembled a curry stick, and blocked the attack with a crimson aura.

(It looks basically the same as the curry stick from the old sword.)

His pupils shrank to tiny dots with remarkable professionalism, and his face contorted in a ferocious expression as he recited his lines: "Do you hate me that much? Do you hate me for being the son of a witch? Arthur—!!!"

Rosser silently gave a thumbs up.

"Remember, although Morgan gave Mo Zai the mission to kill Saber, Mo Zai was already shrouded in glory and believed that King Arthur's actions of making more people smile and be happy, and giving everything for them, were more noble than any king."

The pain of not being recognized was also a desire to soothe his father's loneliness; if he became king, his father wouldn't have to suffer so much.

No longer needing to be an ideal king who can neither laugh nor cry, and who has given up on emotions.

Like a little kid who's doing something naughty and hoping to get his parents' attention. Oh, no, Mo Zai is really only five years old, just a little kid.

In short, immerse yourself in, experience, and understand this feeling...

Rosser patiently guided him.

Merlin, who has no human emotions, understands everything instantly, making him the absolute top choice for Best Actor.

This moment is filled with the anger of being denied recognition and giving up entirely:

"Look at me! Acknowledge me! Why can't it be me?!"

As Saber brandished her holy sword, she replied with utmost calm and rationality: "I have never considered you my successor..."

really.

Do you hate me? Do you really hate me that much?

Mordred was even angrier: "Well, well, King Arthur, your kingdom is now over. This is your punishment for not relinquishing the throne to me."

Saber remained calm, and that calmness was the greatest provocation: "I have never hated you. The reason I did not pass the throne to you is because you do not have the talent to be a king."

So calm it was as if he were stating a fact.

Just as the real Mordred understood, Saber didn't draw the sword of the King for the shining jewels, but for the stone by the roadside.

The direct culprit behind the kingdom's collapse was someone who betrayed the knightly oath.

King Arthur could not, and would never, condone Mordred's motive of "yearning for fatherly love."

Because in her righteous path, personal feelings must never supersede the state.

Regardless of the circumstances, Mordred, who did this and directly or indirectly killed so many people she was protecting, could never gain her approval.

"Arthur—!"

A ferocious swordsman brandishes his weapon.

From calm to cold-blooded.

Two Servants, who looked almost identical and whose swordsmanship was somewhat similar, one mad and violent, the other upright and dignified, engaged in a fierce battle.

Oh, there are still some differences.

Mo Zai has breasts, at least a B to a C cup.

(It really is in f/a.)

The two were a loving father and son, and their fight was fierce and heated.

But the Golden King couldn't take it anymore after being mocked, ignored, and even having his reminiscing with his best friend interrupted.

"Mongrel—!"

His nose was crooked with anger, and his voice was trembling with rage, even though Enkidu was right next to him:

"How dare you—"

"...You inherently despicable monstrous cultivators, I will personally punish you..."

Brilliant golden ripples unfolded one after another, spreading out like wings reaching the sky.

"Knife," "axe," "hammer," "sword," "spear"... a series of magical weapons, each imbued with a different concept and radiating an awe-inspiring power, are poised to be unleashed.

I was just about to wipe out those damn Servants along with the port.

At this time.

“Jill..…”

Enkidu's gentle and clear voice rang out.

"Oh~"

Jin Shanshan fell silent, though her expression was displeased, she acted as obediently as a child.

There's nothing we can do; after all, Enkidu's Master is this city.

But his anger was still unbearable. The Golden King looked at the Servants making a ruckus below and decisively plunged one hand into the golden ripples. After feeling around for a while, he found that there were just too many Noble Phantasms.

Even the number of teleportation-type Noble Phantasms was countless, and the extravagance of Luo made him itchy to use them.

(During the Holy Grail War in the Snowfield, they all pulled out elixirs of immortality, and their speed in flying and escaping was so fast it was like teleportation, instantly crossing forests to wastelands.)

soon.

He casually picked up a treasure and threw it out.

It was a flowing, shimmering, pale silver crystal cube.

It had just landed when it froze in mid-air. A tiny light shone from it, quickly growing stronger, and finally, a dazzling aurora radiated from it, rapidly expanding and engulfing everything.

.....

Within the field of view.

Everyone felt a flash of light before their eyes, and then the world changed.

"Hey, where am I?"

"The sea."

"Holy crap, that golden thing just threw something and teleported everyone?"

"Is this thing a one-time use item? Something that can even transfer Servants must be a treasure, right? So decisive?"

.....

"Now, scream, tremble in fear, and die in the king's wrath!"

Gilgamesh's furious aura emanated from him, his unparalleled power overwhelming everything like the ocean.

next moment.

Spreading to the horizon, hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of golden ripples spread out, forming magnificent wings.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom —

Each golden ripple spewed out fine golden threads like a machine gun, almost like a violent storm.

But the torrential rain wasn't from raindrops, but from a powerful Noble Phantasm.

Perhaps driven to the extreme by anger, his Noble Phantasms were at least C-rank, with countless A-ranks.

Endless, golden-light-filled blades bombarded the area, transforming into golden rays that poured down like a torrential rain!

An overwhelming numerical superiority, a suffocating display of power.

From the perspective of.

People's voices trembled: "Am I seeing things? They're all Noble Phantasms?"

Is this a human being?

That's cheating!

Is this even a hammer? Others might only have two or three pieces at most, and you bought it wholesale?

.....

Amidst the clanging of metal, rays of light tore through the clouds, radiating boundless power and piercing through the ocean, revealing the seabed unseen for hundreds of thousands of years.

Then the seabed was blasted open and crushed layer by layer.

"Hey, isn't this blatant cheating?"

Using Saber's immense strength, Mordred flashed thousands of meters away, wildly swinging her sword and displaying exquisite swordsmanship, easily deflecting the Noble Phantasms that had turned into beams of light with minimal force.

"Um--?"

Saber, who was resisting the rain of Noble Phantasms, was taken aback.

Is this the kind of swordsmanship Mordred possesses?

"Hahaha, Arthur, did you really think I'd been hiding some secret skills all these years?"

Mordred offered a dry laugh to make amends.