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

How relaxed and carefree!

Yes, this man is qualified.

After several rounds of fighting, even with hundreds of grievances and anger in my heart, I still cannot deny it.

How hateful, so hateful that I want to cleave him in two.

The man she felt so much hatred for was the first one.

At the same time, I also want to continue fighting with him.

Although there was a huge disparity in combat strength, Artoria wanted to see his limits.

Is it really impossible for me to cause even the slightest harm?

At the very least, we need to make him drop his composed demeanor.

In the blink of an eye, Du Wei's figure disappeared, and when he rubbed his eyes to look again, he realized that he had moved to Morgan's side.

"First battle complete, now it's over."

"It's taken too long... But let's talk about that later. From now on, this is my battlefield all to myself."

Morgan moved quickly using teleportation magic.

It's clear she can't wait.

Next, Du Wei and the women around him can simply watch the game.

Upon seeing Atalanta and Melusin, one cannot help but feel an unavoidable concern about the two women's new demeanor.

Yes, the amount of skin exposed has increased significantly.

He didn't care about these things (this is a lie).

Before I knew it, a group of women had appeared around me, but it wasn't something I did intentionally.

It can only be said that this is how fate arranges things.

It truly makes one sigh with admiration.

Lying in the deep pit, Artoria tried to move her body, clenched her fists, and slowly got up from the ground.

The factors that prevented self-healing have disappeared.

Only in this way can the body be healed through magic.

The curse seemed to have dissipated after Du Wei left, so it seems it was indeed a method imposed by the other party.

"Artoria, even if you are innocent, I will never forgive you! Blame it on taking Britain."

"Morgan is like a mother or sister to me, and I won't say much about it."

Morgan and Artoria faced off.

The atmosphere between the two sides was thick with tension.

"Hmph, how annoying. Even that obviously destructive Noble Phantasm is named after me. I will repay such contempt and arrogance tenfold here!"

"Then let's explain it through combat."

Morgan's sense of disgust gradually intensified.

The first to spread was the dark, turbid current.

The ominous sea, surging at near supersonic speed, was extremely powerful, and Artoria, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, could not avoid it.

They could only escape being swallowed by the flood.

The immense pressure of a lake weighed down on her, and without her armor, she was burned and corroded every second.

A light shone from the center of the dark, turbid stream.

That's a reaction caused by the compression of heat released through magic.

The turbid flow expanded to an unacceptable degree, reaching its limit and releasing a radiant heat from scorched eyes.

The explosion occurred in the Turbid Lake.

The polluted air, swept up by the airflow, fell like rain.

"snort...."

Artoria stood on the surface of the lake.

Blessed by the lake fairy, she can float on the water, so she doesn't need to worry about moving around.

The piercing curse shook the surroundings.

A more corrosive tsunami than before swept in.

"Let him be swallowed by the sea of ​​misfortune; that is the fitting end for dying with resentment."

Morgan controls the vortex at the heart of the curse.

His attitude towards Artoria was nothing but coldness.

The black light swept across again, slicing the corrosive tsunami in two with a simple raise of the sword.

Each sword strike possesses the power of an anti-military Noble Phantasm.

Its magic power level is a full A+.

The source she is connected to is the dragon vein of this land, so she doesn't need to worry about using magic recklessly.

...divide...line...

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As long as there is a thought in one's heart, that is the Spartacus (free will) flowing within.

Chapter 75 An Ideal Land That Is No Longer Reachable [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"Sink into mountains of corpses. Collapse, [Excalibur.Morgan]!!"

Artoria shouted out the true name of her Noble Phantasm.

As mentioned earlier, she added Morgan's name to the suffix of the Holy Sword's Noble Phantasm.

I don't know why they chose this name.

It's unlikely we'll find the answer now, so let's focus on the battle between the two.

A burst of black light scorched the earth.

It charged toward Morgan with unstoppable force, breaking through the enemy ranks, with nothing in its path able to stop it.

"Hmph, how can we let it pass!"

Morgan snorted and summoned the Demon Spear, which was also from the opposing city.

Responding head-on to Artoria's provocation, they unleash and fire their magic spears to fight and battle each other.

The ultimate impact erases all surrounding sound and sensation.

In a world where time seems to stand still, one doesn't even know where their own body is.

Now that things have come to this, the Holy Grail War is meaningless.

The battlefield became a battleground for the black dragon and the witch, who wielded magic and sharp blades without bloodshed or tears.

The magical energy rippled outwards in layers.

"It really is quite a grand affair."

Du Wei looked as relaxed as if he were admiring a beautiful view.

He was the only one who escaped the magical shockwave, and the girls were with him.

Whenever energy rushes in, it is neutralized.

It's like there's an invisible shield blocking the way.

It goes without saying that it was Du Wei who did it.

Ensuring a good viewing spot is a top priority; he's quite interested in the battle between Artoria and Morgan.

"That Artoria is Mother's sister? Is she also a fairy? She doesn't seem like it..."

"Actually, she's closer to Melusin. If you don't know, you can read the book. That's not a bad idea."

Du Wei explained to Bawanshi beside him.

The real legend of King Arthur is not that simple.

For example, Artoria's is a dragon demon created by Uther and Merlin using a special method.

This point could not possibly be recorded in legends.

Things related to mystical knowledge are not easily passed down.

The people involved probably know the most about these things.

"You can sense the dragon's nature emanating from her, very strongly. However, she is no match for His Majesty at the moment."

Melusine seemed to actually sniff it.