I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"Bastard thing!"

Mordred unleashed her magic and broke free from her restraints.

The burst of magic propelled him toward Bagst, and the magic sword gathered magic to condense into a ten-meter-long blade of light.

He unleashed another full-force sword strike at the enemy.

When the crimson blade struck Bagst's neck, it was suddenly stopped by a tremendous force.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Bagst had raised his right hand.

She gripped the light blade tightly in her palm, devouring it, and the burst of magic gradually transformed into meat to satisfy her hunger.

"It's not enough, it's far from enough."

Bagst's tone was extremely cold.

Click!

He easily crushed the ten-meter-long light blade.

The magical fragments flying in the air reflected Mordred's face, revealing the horror hidden in her heart.

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It was too late to retreat.

The black flame greatsword slammed into Mordred's shoulder.

Boom!

The immense pressure prevented her from rolling over on the ground, and she was violently pinned to the ground.

Astolfo and Mashu were bound by restrictions.

The fact that they defeated the Chaldea team in just a few rounds demonstrates their overwhelming power.

Ritsuka was also unable to provide support at this time.

The only servant capable of breaking the status quo is Jeanne d'Arc.

She took a step forward, intending to rescue Mash and Astolfo who were trapped.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A black arrow pierced the air and shot towards her.

Looking in the direction of the archer, you can see Atalanta, her claws gripping an arrow, her killing intent palpable.

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"I'll kill you before I can grant my wish!"

Atalanta's eyes were bloodshot.

Hatred and anger surged from the depths of my heart.

If looks could kill, Joan of Arc would probably have been shot a hundred times over by now.

Chaldea is in grave danger.

Joan of Arc, the only one capable of taking action, became the key to breaking the deadlock.

Mash and Astolfo, their movements bound by flaming chains, and Mordred, pinned to the ground by Bagst's blade...

Spartacus paid with his life to bring them here.

In order to prevent the Lostbelts from interfering with and disrupting the history of humankind, Joan of Arc had only one thing left to do.

"That's... Lady Joan of Arc...!"

Mash saw Jeanne reach for the sword at her waist.

There's no need to say more about what needs to be done.

Both Mash and Ritsuka knew that Jeanne d'Arc possessed a second Noble Phantasm.

"Spartacus gave his life to allow you all to enter the royal city, and I, Jeanne d'Arc, as a Heroic Spirit, will also pave the way for you!"

Joan of Arc drew her rapier from its scabbard.

The holy banner that should have been held was pierced into the ground in front of it, but instead, several jet-black arrows shot towards it.

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The arrow pierced his shoulder and leg.

Even so, Joan of Arc's expression did not change.

It was a pity that she could not grant Atalanta's wish, and for this, Joan of Arc was willing to bear her hatred and anger.

Joan of Arc drew her sword but did not grasp the hilt.

Instead, despite her injuries, she gripped the sword with both hands, knelt down, closed her eyes, and displayed a devout and holy demeanor.

"Lady Joan of Arc...!?"

Ritsuka reached out her hand as if to say something.

However, they couldn't think of a strategy to change the situation, and time was of the essence.

Joan of Arc and Spartacus were very similar in their views on enlightenment.

Both were heroes who existed to save others, so it's not surprising that they met the same tragic end.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, the vast sky is the Lord's great work. By day he delivers his word, by night he delivers his knowledge..."

Joan of Arc clasped her hands together in a prayerful gesture.

They sang a prayer to the Lord.

The "113" gesture only aroused Atalanta's disgust, and her murderous intent did not diminish in the slightest.

"Calydon, give me strength!!"

Atalanta did not stop attacking.

She continuously gathered her magic, drew her bowstring, and fired arrows; three arrows had already hit Joan of Arc.

She absolutely cannot stop him with her physical body alone.

"We won't let anyone stop the Ruler!"

Astolfo swung the horn at his waist with all his might.

This is also one of his Noble Phantasms.

The moment it was thrown out, he quickly grabbed the end of the horn with his mouth and blew it out with all his might.

Buzzing!

The demonic sound, like the roar of a giant dragon, vibrated the air.

The arrows were thrown off course, and most of them struck the ground beside Joan of Arc.

Although the power of this Noble Phantasm is not great.

However, it is perfectly adequate for disturbing others.

"Gulp... Damn it! Since that's how it is...!"

Atalanta still hasn't given up.

If shooting arrows normally doesn't work, then use your Noble Phantasm again to destroy the opponent.

As soon as the idea came to mind, I set about taking action.

"My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here. My existence is tantamount to nothingness, like a shadow wandering aimlessly. My bow cannot be relied upon, nor can my sword save me..."

Joan of Arc exuded a holy aura when she sang.

He clenched his fists, cut them open, and blood flowed out, gradually dripping down the tip of the sword to the ground.

A dazzling light emanated from Saint Catherine's sword.

"You bastard! Get out of here!!"

Mordred unleashed her magic once more.

Even Joan of Arc was fighting desperately at the moment, so how could she, as a member of the Knights of the Round Table, be suppressed like this?

Even though the magic power within her body was constantly being devoured by Bagst.

Mordred was also swinging her sword with all her might.

"Hmph, you still want to resist me?! The weak will obediently crawl on the ground!"

Bagst raised his sword and slammed it down.

The heavy blow sent Mordred flying dozens of meters away, and she flew into the house, covered in black flames.