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

Upon closer inspection, one can see that Bagst raised his arm to block Mordred's frontal slash.

Mordred's lips curled into a smile.

Crimson lightning once again coiled around the sharp blade in his hand.

However, this time it didn't work.

Just as the electric current was about to erupt, some extremely strange force surged from Bagst's body.

what! ?

The lightning was directly absorbed into her body.

Mordred felt some of his magic being consumed.

Is this guy devouring my magic?!

"Humph!"

Bagst caught the gap precisely.

He flicked Mordred's grip on the longsword away, and in that instant, his right hand swung down with the greatsword.

The blade struck Mordred in the chest.

With a single blow, he sent the man flying more than ten meters away, his entire body embedded in the wall.

A momentary mistake created a disadvantage.

Furthermore, Bagst possesses extremely unique magical properties.

Vali and rubble rolled out of the crater in the wall.

Mordred felt his magical energy decreasing too quickly.

I have never felt such a strange power before.

The magic power within one's body is devoured in the instant of contact, and there is a faint feeling of being unable to exert any strength when exchanging swords.

Moreover, her sword was quite heavy.

In addition, there's the silver armor that makes it almost impossible to attack.

The guy in front of me who calls himself Gawain is quite influential, and dealing with him will definitely be a lot more troublesome.

"Hmph, I'll admit it. This guy does have the same hard shell as Gawain! But I don't even know how many times I've fought Gawain—don't get too cocky!"

Mordred gripped her sword with both hands and arched her back...

At the same time, her helmet automatically retracted into her armor.

It releases crimson lightning from its body.

Mordred is maximizing the power of her magic, intending to use it to defeat her enemy in one fell swoop.

"...That face?"

Bagst saw Mordred in person.

She was slightly taken aback when she saw that face, because it reminded her of His Majesty Morgan.

It looks so much like it.

At the same time, the moment she revealed a weakness was the perfect opportunity for Mordred to strike.

"Go to hell!"

Mordred swooped down and launched himself with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Bagst, and with a swift and powerful strike, he aimed his sword at Bagst's shoulder.

Bang--!!

The moment it hits, it detonates an explosion powerful enough to alter the terrain.

Two figures danced amidst the scorching sun.

"This guy!"

Mordred pressed the sword down forcefully.

It was Bagst's left arm that blocked the blade.

His left arm extended as Mordred swung his sword, and he withstood Mordred's heavy blow thanks to his wrist guard.

However, she also suffered a wound on her left arm from the sword blade.

The blood of fairies stained the sword of rebellion.

"You humans of pan-human history are nothing more than this! How could you possibly be a match for us fairy knights!? 1.1"

Bagst roared angrily.

The magic emanating from her body created a shockwave, which blasted Mordred, who was nearby, back several meters.

She absorbed another portion of the magic power within her body.

The wound on Bagst's left arm that had just been noticed healed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was back to being completely unharmed.

She was definitely distracted just now.

This still doesn't change her contempt for pan-human history.

How fragile is the history of humankind as a whole.

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The immense magic transformed into a hurricane that swept across the battlefield.

Centered on Bagst, it transformed into a vortex-like spiral, swirling all the surrounding Vali rubble into the sky.

A heavy pressure was overflowing from her body.

"I will fight with this sword! I will seize victory!"

Bagst's hidden wildness is revealed.

Her delicate, emerald-like left eye had been tinged with intense flames, making it look like a black hole.

The greatsword that he had been gripping tightly was now stuck into the ground.

Bagst released his weapon.

Mordred did not feel relieved; instead, a sense of crisis arose within him.

She immediately contacted Lion's Den through telepathy.

"Master! The enemy is about to use their Noble Phantasm!"

"Noble Phantasm!?

I understand. I'll strengthen myself with a Command Spell, but don't fall on the first night of the Holy Grail War, Saber!

Far from the battlefield, Lion's Roar is entangled in a fight with the androids.

The process of leaving the city was not as smooth as he had imagined.

Who would have thought that the number of artificial humans and puppets in the city had not decreased, and the number of Black Fang's had even increased to twice the original number.

A red light flashed on the back of Lion 27's hand.

The immense magical power contained within the Command Seal was transferred into Mordred's body.

Mordred, now enhanced, smiled.

Having a Master who lets her move freely is perfect; all she needs to do now is beat the enemies in front of her away.

"Hmph! Bark now! Once I sever your head, you won't even be able to utter a mournful cry!"

Mordred raised her sword with both hands and made a sarcastic declaration.

Crimson currents coiled around the sword, converging into a beam of light that pierced the sky, illuminating the dark town in its dazzling glow.

In terms of Noble Phantasm activation speed, she is faster.

"This is the demonic sword that destroyed my father—[Rebellion against my magnificent father (Clarent.Blood.Arthur)]!!"

A crimson light, tearing through the sky, crashed forward along with the sword blade.

A beam of light, burning with magical heat, struck Bagst on the street, and the surrounding houses crumbled under its terrifying destructive force.

The entire Tulipas is visible.

Du Wei, walking down the street, looked in the direction of the red light.

A slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Morgan was strolling down the street with Dewey.