Anchor, stop pretending, you are in Chaldea

"Are you planning to sacrifice yourself, Assassin?"

Martha's fists were not inferior to Emiya Kiritsugu's hidden weapons and firearms, and all the flying dragons that dared to get close were killed with one punch.

"I just took the optimal countermeasures. I didn't think too much about other things, and I didn't need to think about them."

Emiya Kiritsugu raised the Calico M950 again and started shooting.

"If the countermeasure is to abandon yourself, then I believe that the Master will never allow such a countermeasure!"

Martha turned back to look at Emiya Kiritsugu.

"Oh? Why do you think that young man thinks so."

Sometimes in order to achieve goals, sacrifices must be made. That young man should understand such a simple thing.

Why is this saint so sure, but the boy doesn't think so?

Emiya Kiritsugu was suddenly curious about what the answer was.

"Because he summoned me and the female pope. Being able to summon us means that this young man is the one chosen by the Lord."

Martha said with a firm expression.

“Those chosen by the Lord will never give up any of their companions.”

"companion……"

Emiya Kiritsugu murmured to himself.

This word is for Emiya Kiritsugu.

It's strange, luxurious, and even more distant.

Servants are just tools and can be discarded after use.

Even if that young man behaves very friendly to him, the relationship between him and himself is nothing more than that of a servant and a master.

Not a companion.

Along with the wail of the flying dragon, Malda waved her iron fist again.

"Don't worry, that boy will definitely come to us. Before that, just try your best to hold on!"

The flying dragons in the sky roared, and the enemy Archer was always aiming at this place in the distance. The magic power was no longer enough to last long.

But since this saint said so, let’s just believe her words.

"boom------!!!"

Suddenly, a red thunder and lightning rose into the sky in the valley behind the two people, even lighting up the entire sky! ! !

Chapter 42 The Second Noble Phantasm!

The dark magic seeped through Lancelot's armor, eating away at the Brilliant King's Sword like a poisonous snake.

"Let me go! Lancelot!!!"

Mordred tried hard to pull out the sword before it was taken away, but one end of the King of Brilliance's sword had been twisted by the red and black magic power.

Damn it, if you forcibly release the Noble Phantasm here, the magic power will continue to gather in the sword and eventually go berserk, causing a huge explosion.

But even if this sword is lost, it must not be taken away by Lancelot!

Mordred made up his mind and immediately began preparing to liberate the Noble Phantasm at close range.

Bai Qiu's voice suddenly came from behind.

"By command spell, Mordred, the time has come to release the second Noble Phantasm!!!"

The moment the command spell took effect, Mordred felt huge magic power surging within his body.

"Ah, thank you very much, Master."

At this time, Mordred also smiled.

"Lancelot, let me give you a piece of advice. You'd better let go now. I'm afraid I don't know what will happen next."

Lancelot also noticed something strange, so he used all his magic power to snatch the sword from Mordred's hand immediately.

"Speaking of which, you were kept in my father's arsenal. I'm afraid even my father himself doesn't remember you, right?"

The blade of the Brilliant King's Sword suddenly began to glow with silver light.

"But it doesn't matter, because whether my father admits it or not, I am the heir to the throne!!!"

Mordred gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and shouted loudly:

"The liberation here is more dazzling than the 'Golden Sword of Oath'. As the holy sword chosen by the king, it is also the legendary sword that ended the king, Clarent!!!"

The silver radiance cleared away all the dark aura originally entangled on it, and the radiance it exuded had the power to keep others away.

Then a huge vortex of magic suddenly appeared around Clarent, and its true form continued to appear in the vortex!

The silver is the king's glory of the King's Chosen Sword, and the black is the evil aura stained by the king's blood.

When these two rays of light intertwined, a huge impact began to spread around!

"Ga!!!"

Lancelot immediately let go of his hand and waved the severely damaged heavy sword towards Mordred again!

“Puff————————!!!”

Red lightning suddenly fell from the sky, directly hitting Lancelot below.

Lancelot was completely knocked away, rolling on the ground several times and hitting a stone wall before stopping.

"Uaaaaaaaaa!!!"

There were tears in the armor, but Lancelot still stood up unsteadily.

"Even if you are facing the king's successor, will you continue to fight, Lancelot?"

Mordred held the completely liberated Clarent and walked over.

"Ya——Ser————!!!"

Scarlet light burst out from Lancelot's helmet, and the dark magic generated several tentacle-like cloaks behind his armor.

"Crack!"

The next second, the heavy sword that Lancelot used as a D-level treasure was cut off.

At this time, Clarent briefly gave Mordred the characteristics of a "king". Holding the Sword of the King's Choice will greatly improve Mordred's basic abilities.

"Wake up, Lancelot!"

Mordred held his sword in both hands.

"You were tortured by madness, and in the end you didn't see the truth clearly, and you were even used by others. But that's okay, let me replace your father to end your madness."

She held Clarent high, and huge magic power began to gather on the sword.

"I am not a king, but a person who follows in the king's footsteps. For the sake of the king's peace, I will expel all enemies! Rebellion against my gorgeous father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!!"

"Hooooooo!!!"

Lancelot swung his heavy sword with only half left in it and rushed towards Mordred.

“Puff————————!!!”

The magic power emitted by the Clarent Sword is far more powerful than before, like the power of a king, destroying any enemy in front who dares to challenge the king's power!

The pitch-black armor shattered in this majestic light.

Lancelot's face appeared.

The spiritual core was shattered, and the madness that bound Lancelot was released.

Perhaps this light was somewhat similar to the majesty displayed by the king he once served, so Lancelot couldn't help but stop and gave up resistance.

"King, I can't let go of my feelings for Guinevere, and I can't forgive myself."

"King, why don't you ask me for my sin? Why don't you let me atone for my sin?"

"I am unable to repay my deep sins, so I will fall into the abyss and become a sinner forever."

"King, if you can personally judge me, just like you can personally execute me because of your anger, then I will definitely..."

Lancelot's breath gradually disappeared.

There was only a huge hole around it that was directly penetrated by this magic power, and even the huge mountain in front of it was completely destroyed by the blow just now.

"Tch, if you have anything to say, go and tell your father yourself, Lancelot."

Mordred lifted Clarent onto his shoulders and sighed.

"...But if I can see my father, maybe I can help you pass on a message."

On the screen of the live broadcast room, the battle just now was displayed without any omission.

"Sure enough, the Knights of the Round Table are all kings of chefs. It's a pity that Lancelot got the wrong person this time."

"Although I recognized the wrong person, I still hope that Lancelot can be redeemed."

"To make him not even look at the true colors of his former colleagues..."

"Father's debt is repaid by his son, thank you for your hard work."

"Anchor, can Lancelot come back? Please!"

"Good guy, this is a Knights of the Round Table card game, right? Is it going to be eldest brother Gawain's turn next?"

"System message: 'British Kid' sends Rocket X3!"

"Message: Thank you to the host for the command spell, it's fierce!"

"System message: 'Start worshiping today' and send out the golden cruise ship!"

"Leave a message: Xiao Mo, please help the female pope. The Archduke will come over soon and say some heart-wrenching words!"

……

"That Berserker actually retired?"

Realizing that Lancelot's magic power had disappeared, Vlad III's expression darkened.

"It seems that Yu must solve this problem as soon as possible...?!"

At some point, silver chains had already tightly bound Vlad III's spear and body.

Ruoan, whose chest was pierced, stood up. The spikes on his chest had long disappeared, and even the blood stains on his body began to slowly disappear.

"Still dying?"

Vlad III directly clenched his fist and planned to activate the Noble Phantasm again.

But nothing happened.

Joan stood just right there, with no spikes piercing her body anywhere.

"How is that possible? This is obviously still Yu's territory!!!"

Vlad III shouted in disbelief.

"Your Noble Phantasm can be activated at will in your own territory. I was negligent in not realizing this in advance. But the 'Piercing Lord' who carries the legend of vampires is a figment of my imagination. Your Noble Phantasm, I'm afraid, You can’t catch me now.”

"—————————?!"

Then the silver cross holy staff in Ruoan's hand began to shine.

"Lord, I will send down the glorious glory on Your behalf."

Chapter 43 The special effects of this battle are on fire!

"Do you want to defeat Yu just for this reason!!!"

Vlad III's eyes were full of anger, his hands and feet were bound by silver chains, and blood slowly oozed from his tightened arms.

Then the blood seemed to be alive, suddenly turning into bright red spikes and starting to fly towards Ruoan! ! !

"Since it can't be captured, let's eliminate it completely!"

The spikes of blood were aimed at Ruo An's body, trying to penetrate her with absolute power.