Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

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"The fighting over there seems even fiercer! Seriously, everyone's acting like madmen," Mordred muttered, as she casually slashed a German soldier to death with her sword. Then, a mad grin spread across her face beneath the shadowy mask of her armor!

Ah, after all, it's an opportunity to walk alongside Father. That's right—you people have quite a good eye.

But—the only person my father values ​​most can be me!!

Even if she's just a fake, she'll still become the most dazzling one in her father's eyes.

In this stage built for God, only one protagonist at the absolute center is needed!

so--!

The next moment, when the Shadow Servants first arrived, they were all shrouded in shadow, their faces obscured like shadow figures. Only a few, who had been given special missions, were able to reveal their figures through their strong sense of self. But at this moment—driven by her obsession, Mordred finally revealed her figure in a bull-head armor that blended silver and crimson.

His body resembled that of a rebellious knight stained with the blood of a king!

The domineering and imposing Crimson Knight exudes a powerful and intimidating aura.

With a series of snaps, the bull-headed armor suddenly transformed and fell away, revealing Mordred's handsome face.

If she was completely arrogant when facing her other father, King Arthur, then facing this man who protected her with his fatherly authority and love, Mordred, who had never experienced the feeling of being recognized before and finally felt her father's love, was only left with her spoiled side and couldn't be arrogant at all.

She might deny her love and longing for the king, deny her expectations of the king, but she would never deny her expectation of the night's approval.

Just like Mordred at the beginning, he also sincerely admired King Arthur, hoping that Arthur would recognize him and respect and love the king...

When exactly did things change?

Perhaps it was on that day that she learned her true identity, and despite her mother's warnings, she ran excitedly to recognize the king.

Born into this world as an artificial life form, she experienced various events like a whirlwind, and her lifespan was very short.

Perhaps for this reason, after dedicating everything to her father, Mordred desperately hoped to gain his approval, but her attitude changed abruptly after being rejected by King Arthur.

He sharpened his fangs in order to trample on the great achievements his father had built.

By denying Mordred's legitimacy and her existence, the king was essentially denying the child.

A heart full of passion and aspirations suffered such a fatal blow.

Even so—Xiao Mo is still a good child, isn't she? Although she's not inherently bad, she's a fool.

As Merlin said, not all Knights of the Round Table could be idiots, but Mordred was definitely an idiot.

Rather than saying that everything she did afterward was out of hatred for King Arthur, it would be more accurate to say that she still harbored a strange longing and awkwardly continued to interact with the king in a way that she herself did not know how to express love.

If you don't agree with me, then I'll destroy everything you have and force you to agree with me.

Children who lack love express it in such a violent way, yet the misfortune of their original family finds warmth in Ye, their second father.

Even though Ye had never been particularly close to her or had any parent-child interaction, his previous stance as a father—his domineering act of physically withstanding the enemy's attack to demonstrate his sense of responsibility to protect his child—still deeply moved this love-starved child.

Even after returning to the Throne of Heroes, this is something rarely carried by a strong will, engraved in the memories of the original body and all the Heroic Spirits Mordred, representing important aspirations and love.

Of course—this is also related to the fact that the night has flowed out of those universes, changing the basic cosmic laws of the original lunar world.

The laws and underlying logic of the world are no longer so strict, which creates the possibility for people to exploit loopholes.

If this were the Moon World, originally controlled by the Restraining Force, even if a Heroic Spirit's will surpasses the heavens, it would be impossible for them to change the rules or affect reality...

Otherwise, those heroic spirits who have so many demands and desires—they must save all mankind, must save their homeland, must resurrect their loved ones—wouldn't have to wait in line for a spot in the Holy Grail War. They could have transcended themselves and fulfilled their wishes while still alive.

Back to the topic——

Mordred longs for "fatherly love".

The love of God is the love of the Father!

Boom!

When Mordred unleashed her magic, crimson lightning swept across the entire street, instantly clearing an area. The Vatican members and the last large contingent of soldiers, who were caught up in the frenzy, temporarily regained their senses and looked at Mordred in terror.

"Wow, so strong—!"

"Who...who are you?"

They knew this must also be a Heroic Spirit, but the power of a Heroic Spirit was far too exaggerated.

And—why did it suddenly regain color?!

Mordred's armor, now adorned with color, seemed to be dyed with crimson silver patterns, instantly instilling even greater fear in the soldiers. Even though she appeared as a cute and adorable girl when her horned helmet was removed, her terrifying aura made it impossible for these soldiers to associate her with words like cute or petite.

A wolf in sheep's clothing, beneath its adorable exterior lies a nature as fierce as a crimson dragon.

Mordred: "Good question!! Son of God, the only heir of the absolute Demon King, and also the only legitimate successor of King Arthur, the strongest among the Knights of the Round Table! If you still don't know my real name, I'll be furious! Give up now, except for Morgan—that old… cough, Mother's not here, I'm Father's favorite son, and you stinking sweet potatoes and rotten eggs dare to compete with me for Father's favor?!"

It must be said that Mordred's berserk nature in her Shadow Servant form seems to have deepened, but the way it affects her sanity doesn't seem to manifest in confused thinking. Her will is clear, but she also seems to have become more unrestrained! She even shamelessly began to call herself the strongest member of the Round Table.

P.S.: Happy New Year!

100

Chapter 100 The True Angel of Death, Maxwell: Help!!!

Mordred's string of titles truly frightened them.

Especially now that the gods have revealed themselves, who else dares to claim to be the son of God without facing divine punishment, even specifying themselves as the offspring of the absolute Demon King?

It can only be that one, right!?

The heir of the Golden God, the true Holy Son?!

hiss--!

This made people's hearts pound.

But what's with the fact that he's also a Knight of the Round Table and the rightful heir of King Arthur?! The only son of King Arthur is that rebellious knight, right?

Being on the English battlefield, and with several sides whose armies were largely based on Celtic mythology and developed from European nations, it was impossible for them to be unfamiliar with the most popular myth in England—the legend of King Arthur. Oh no, it seems I've stumbled upon some incredible historical anecdote.

God, could it be that you have some kind of relationship with that vixen Morgan... cough cough, that's a realm I wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Who would dare to slander that God when he is the one who is above them?

Suddenly, even the number of people surrounding Mordred dwindled significantly!

This is the real 'Crown Prince'! We can't hit him!

What if I anger the Crown Prince and then he makes things difficult for me?

As a result, the number of soldiers on the other Heroic Spirits' side gradually increased, which infuriated Mordred, who had originally planned to show off her skills.

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Don't run away!! Is that all the courage you have? If you all run away, what will happen to her battle merits?!

ITO......

At the same time, unlike the heroic spirits who are engaged in fierce battles in various places.

Meanwhile, a certain heroic spirit, lurking in the shadows since its arrival, had its sights set solely on Archbishop Maxwell of the Vatican, who was trembling with fear in the heavens. Inside the hot air balloon and its specially tempered glass enclosure, the archbishop, a far cry from his previous high spirits, was now huddled in a ball, trembling, not daring to peek out—fearing discovery by the three monsters battling below!

Even with the glass's unique design, which allows even rocket launchers to penetrate to the inside, Maxwell felt utterly unsafe.

Judging from the performance of the Heroic Spirit, the now-powerful teacher, and that monster Alucard, he had no doubt that they could even pierce through this tortoise shell with a single blow. Not to mention the sprawling, piercing rainforests below, seemingly endless. Were they really going to gamble the hardness and sharpness of a Noble Phantasm with this artificially synthesized material? What a joke!

I'm going to die in one fell swoop! Die, die, die!

To come into this world so lonely and alone, and to leave it alone and alone—the thought of that ending is unbearable!

It was as if he could already foresee his bleak future on some timeline, seeing himself lying in a pool of blood, being devoured by countless corpses.

Although it's just a terrifying imagined future, in today's chaotic environment, anything is possible.

Let's just stay here and wait until it's all over.

Anyway, the holy war will eventually be won, right?

God is watching!

God is on our side, isn't He?!

Even if God, in the name of justice, treats all heroes equally, surely the heroic spirits wouldn't harm those who have lost the will to resist, as long as they don't wield weapons?!

Joan of Arc could even shelter those heretical Englishmen, so if she were to shelter herself...

“Yes—to Joan of Arc, to Saint Joan of Arc… Such a devout, beautiful, and gentle saint, she will surely protect me… As a fellow faithful servant of the Lord—she will surely understand me and accept me.” Maxwell murmured excitedly.

Sudden--

"I simply can't stand it any longer." A dignified voice sounded calmly from behind him.

Maxwell was immediately jolted awake, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Who?"

He was terrified—how could there be anyone behind him, alone in a special glass container beneath a hot air balloon a thousand meters in the air?

It's a ghost!

However—the voice continued to come: "Everything is the instruction of Heaven, and all things have an end. Can you hear the sound of this bell?"

Ding~!!

It was like the resounding sound of the evening bells that once tolled from the unbombed Tower of London.

Such an ethereal and awe-inspiring sound suddenly exploded in Maxwell's mind.

For a moment, Archbishop Maxwell was stunned and bewildered by this strange experience.

"What... what is this?"

The bell tolls?

"This is the end of your destiny. Accept it, and your soul will be freed." As the majestic voice rang out again with the tolling of the bells, Maxwell panicked, chilled to the bone! The end of your destiny?! What a joke???

he?

The overly religious interpretation immediately conjured up images of Maxwell's own death.

No way! He still has a chance! He still has a chance! As long as he escapes there, as long as he escapes into the holy light zone of the heretics in this city protected by that saint, he can be saved, he can safely survive this holy war, and perhaps because of this special experience... the experience of surviving by witnessing God with his own eyes, he can climb to an even higher peak in the Vatican!

So he—he absolutely will not 'sleep peacefully'!

"I—I won't...! Ahhh, I'll crawl if I have to..." Overwhelmed by fear and a sense of crisis, Maxwell instinctively realized that he seemed to be targeted by monsters like Alucard, his teacher, and Vlad III!