Davidian's Holy Grail War

"It's alright, let's set off right away!" Ritsuka was the one who shouted the loudest. Now was not the time to hesitate; they had to set off to fight!

"Alright! Let's decide on the members of the assault team! Me, Ritsuka, Mash, and Da Vinci! Xuanzang, please stay and protect the Eastern Village! Knight, what do you think? The other side is the Round Table, you know? Can you handle it?" Arash looked at Bedivere and made a final confirmation, although he actually knew the other's answer in his heart.

Bedivere bowed slightly and replied, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but it's not necessary. I am not a Knight of the Round Table of the Lion King."

"Well said! Let's go then! Follow me!" Arash led everyone in one direction, while Ritsuka had no idea that he was about to experience the most thrilling voyage of his life.

As for how exciting it was, it was definitely more exciting than the time he was taken to Chaldea.

Chapter 195 The Impact of Crimson

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! This... is... the Noble Phantasm: Human... Cannon!" Ritsuka's face trembled like a sieve as he flew through the air, and everyone else screamed along with him.

Is this the Arash Express? When it crashed, the entire base must have shattered into hundreds of pieces.

"Everyone! When you land, be in a defensive posture. The base will definitely shatter when you land!" Arash's words startled everyone, and they couldn't help but want to curse.

Even these tough Servants might not be able to withstand it, so if Ritsuka, a human, were to land like that, wouldn't she be shattered beyond repair?!

"We're about to crash!" Bedivere shouted, and everyone immediately assumed a defensive stance. Arash pulled Ritsuka over to protect him, while the other Servants landed in their most perfect defensive positions to mitigate the impact.

But only Arash, with his incredibly strong body, withstood the impact and landed smoothly without even Ritsuka noticing.

After landing, Arash immediately placed Ritsuka on the ground. After moving around and finding herself unharmed, Ritsuka immediately stood up.

The others also checked their condition immediately, and after confirming that there were no problems, they rushed towards the location of the beacon fire.

"I'll lead the way! Follow me!" Hassan, the Cursed Arm, had somehow reached the front of the group. Ritsuka paused for a moment but followed him without hesitation.

Now is not the time to talk about those things; their immediate priority is to get to West Village.

When they arrived at West Village, they could already see Mordred fighting against the clone of the Hundred Faces.

Her berserk state was completely different from that of the Fourth Singularity.

It feels like Mordred has completely abandoned the basics of being a knight and has become a hunting dog chasing prey in the wild. He is brutal and completely different from the Mordred that Ritsuka and the others knew.

"Da Vinci! Arash! You two go deal with Mordred and his Knights of the Righteousness. Mash! Bedivere! The three of us will deal with Mordred. Cursed Arm, please guide the Mountain People to their evacuation and protect them!"

Ritsuka quickly surveyed the battlefield and then issued the best real-time orders. All the Servants gladly accepted their Master's orders and began to complete their tasks.

Fortunately, while the Hundred Faces' Noble Phantasm isn't the best choice for combat, it's excellent for stalling time and leading the mountain people to safety.

Mordred hasn't killed many people yet, relying solely on the Hundred Faces' desperate stalling tactics to delay them. Ritsuka and the others immediately joined the fight against the defeated Hundred Faces, but Mordred paused for a moment when she saw Mash's shield.

"Oh? That's interesting. So the rebels at the city gate were referring to you? Well, you're the only one who would come directly to the king to express your dissatisfaction. But you're a little late, aren't you?"

Mordred's voice, coming from beneath her helmet, was somewhat complex, clearly indicating a strange feeling she had developed towards seeing Mash, or rather, this shield.

Mashu was taken aback by her words. She tentatively asked, "Lord Mordred, would you perhaps... be willing to negotiate with us?"

Hearing her words, Mordred burst into laughter. After she finished laughing, she said, "Fools! Who wants to negotiate with you! Whoever comes here, anyone who tries to get in my way is an enemy!"

The magician next to you is your Master, right? Agrave gave me instructions before we left: you must be killed completely and without fail!

"Mordred, why would you do something like this? You're not that kind of person, are you?"

Ritsuka was not overwhelmed by Mordred's murderous intent. Instead, she asked Mordred why she did this. Unlike Tristan's twisted personality, Mordred's blessing shouldn't have distorted her personality, right?

Upon hearing this question, Mordred tapped his shoulder with his Clarentt in annoyance before explaining his reasoning:

"Why, you ask? It's simple, it's fun! Hunting heretics is really interesting. Even though they're incredibly weak, they still have to fight to the death. It's like crushing ants, isn't it? I can probably understand how those useless Crusaders felt~"

[No way! This girl is completely different from Mordred you encountered in the London Singularity! We can't hold back; we have to treat her as an enemy and fight her with all our might, or we'll really be killed!]

Dr. Roman was getting a little anxious. The enemy was Mordred, the Red Knight, who also possessed the blessing given by the Lion King. This was quite a formidable opponent.

"Want to fight? It's not impossible, but let me make it clear beforehand: the blessing I've been given is Berserk! I can unleash the Holy Sword to my heart's content until my soul is completely consumed. A thousand armies are the most suitable opponents for me right now, and you're just three people..."

Mordred finally began to take the enemy in front of her seriously, but she paused when she saw Bedivere.

"Hey hey hey hey hey! What's going on here! Why are you here? You're the only one who shouldn't be here, right? I told you so! You third-rate knight, you've actually gotten involved with the rebels, that's no laughing matter at all!"

Mordred's tone grew increasingly dissatisfied, even becoming somewhat sinister towards the end. Mash and Ritsuka couldn't help but glance at Bedivere behind them. Did the two of them harbor such a deep grudge?

Bedivere stepped forward, drawing his sword as he spoke to Mordred, saying, "I don't want to say anything to you. You have grievances against me, and so do I. Although seeing the Lion King is my current goal, I'll forget about this for now."

"You rebellious knight Mordred, you disloyal one who trampled on the dreams of my king and lord! Your defiled holy sword is a harsh reality that is hard to bear!"

The others, including Fufu, were stunned. Would Bedivere really be the type to say such inflammatory things? This was far beyond their expectations, and a little frightening.

Mordred was utterly enraged by these words. A burst of crimson, lightning-like magic erupted from her body as she gripped Clarent and charged towards the group, shouting as she did so:

"Huh? What a big mouth you have! You coward who ran away as soon as I captured Camelot! Interesting, then let me help you recall the facts that show you have absolutely nothing that can compare to me!"

[It's coming! It's the third battle against the Knights of the Round Table. Beware of their special abilities!]

The doctor warned them over the communicator to be careful of the Knights of the Round Table's blessing, but the next moment, a crimson lightning bolt struck Mash's shield. Mash desperately wished her power could be increased further; the impact of the crimson lightning was simply too ferocious.

However, Bedivere immediately seized the opportunity and thrust his longsword directly at Mordred.

However, Mordred actually used her arm armor and her own strength to deflect Bedivere's attack, and then kicked Bedivere back.

Seeing Bedivere kicked to the ground, Mordred's offensive intensified; she was furious!

Chapter 196 Pecking each other

"Ah! Just as I thought, all talk and no action. When I killed the Lord and caused Camelot to fall from within, you were the first to run away. A guy like you actually has the right to witness the King's end... What a joke, what a joke!"

Mordred walked toward Bedivere while talking to herself. Her aura was so strong that Ritsuka and Mash were terrified. Mordred had never shown such a surge of killing intent in the Fourth Singularity.

But Bedivere was not overwhelmed by the murderous intent. Instead, he sprang up from the ground, drew his sword, and engaged Mordred in battle.

Clarent and Bedivere clashed swords, their battle surprisingly evenly matched.

Even Mashu, who was standing to the side, couldn't interfere at this point; the battle between the two was far too intense. It wasn't something she could easily intervene in.

"Tsk! Where did this prosthetic limb come from! No wonder you have the nerve to challenge me. To actually use something like this to resist my Clarent, I don't remember you having one of these back then!"

Mordred couldn't help but feel annoyed. This prosthetic limb, which came from who-knows-where, could be used to block or grab his holy sword and even cleave through his magic.

If Bedivere had possessed this thing in his lifetime, he wouldn't have run away without even fighting me back then.

"Really? Don't you remember? Is it because Lord Mordred's brain is too small that she forgot about it?"

While fighting, Bedivere verbally provoked Mordred, and his sharp tongue today far surpassed the impressions Mash and Ritsuka had of him before.

So Bedy can say things like that? This is completely different from his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

Mordred grew increasingly annoyed, and could only retort while simultaneously firing back:

"Are you trying to say I'm stupid? No, that's exactly what I meant! You've been wanting to say that all along! Don't get too cocky, you bastard! Bedivere, you just got a seat in an extra spot because the Lord didn't get to sit there! If the Lord had a seat, someone like you wouldn't have a place at the round table!"

"I became a Knight of the Round Table long before you! Those who came later have no right to say that about me!"

Bedivere retorted sharply, for it was indeed true. By the time Mordred sat at the Round Table, Bedivere had been following King Arthur on his campaigns for many years.

"You are nothing but the king's attendant, a mere soldier trainer! If it weren't for the Lord and our king's appreciation of you, you would have spent your entire life training soldiers and serving tea to King Arthur, never even reaching a seat at the Round Table! A third-rate knight, even inferior to me!"

Mordred's sword sent Bedivere staggering back several steps, but Bedivere refused to concede. Instead, he charged forward again, determined to fight Mordred to a standstill!

As he brandished his sword, he said, "Ah, yes! I am indeed different from others. I have neither the protection of the sun nor the blessing of the elves, nor am I a superhuman like Lord Davidian. I am merely an ordinary knight, yet the King entrusted his final mission to me!"

"I received this arm to repay the king's great kindness; it was given to me by the great magician Merlin—"

"The Arm of Nuada!" With that, Bedivere seized an opening in Mordred's swordsmanship. He raised his silver arm and punched Mordred's helmet, sending her flying.

This punch sent Mordred flying several meters away, leaving even Mash and Ritsuka stunned.

The battle between the two sides ceased for half a minute, after which Mordred staggered to her feet, revealing her face to everyone as her helmet deformed.

Half of her face, which had just been hit by Bedivere, was swollen, and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth.

But Mordred paid no heed to the pain on her face. She casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and then raised her head to stare at Bedivere like a wild beast.

"Finally...you said the king's last...you bastard, now you've really enraged me! I'm going to kill you right now, I'm going to kill you until there's not a single piece of flesh left!"

I will not report your actions here to the Lion King. How could the King entrust his final affairs to someone like you! The boiling rage of shattered stars—unleashed upon my father…”

Just as Mordred was about to unleash her full Noble Phantasm to wipe out the entire field, an arrow struck from the air, hitting her arm and shoulder joints from the side, interrupting her charge and forcing her to stop using her Noble Phantasm.

"Who is it! Interrupting my attack? Do you want to die?" She looked in the direction from which the arrows came. Arash was there, drawing his bow and arrow. If Mordred intended to continue, his attacks would continue relentlessly.

“This is a battle, it’s normal for one side to die, especially those who ignore their own limits and try to force their way in.” Arash continued to aim at Mordred, while Ritsuka and Mash felt relieved by his arrival.

Since Arash is here, it means that all the Righteous Knights Mordred brought must have been defeated.

Sure enough, Arash smiled and said to the group, "Well done, Mash, Ritsuka, and Bedivere. Thanks to you all for delaying the Knights of the Round Table, we've defeated all the Caliber Knights she brought."

However, to be fair, this guy was planning to drag everyone down with him.

"It must be the blessing of rampage. Mordred was just about to unleash that power and blast the whole mountain away with it." Da Vinci arrived as well, her artificial flying fist already aimed at Mordred.

It's now four against one, Mordred has absolutely no chance of winning.

Ritsuka and Mash happily called out to Da Vinci, who continued to explain what had just happened to them: "Even for Heroic Spirits, uncontrolled magical energy will only lead to self-destruction, at most increasing the power of their Noble Phantasms. 'Berserk' sounds nice, but it's really just the furnace core overloading and melting down."

Mordred, do you really understand? The Lion King, who blessed you, sees you as something like this.

"Tch!" Mordred spat on the ground in dissatisfaction before addressing the group, "Ah, you're right! All that trickery. I'm just a hunting dog, content with hunting down enemies and leaving my corpse to rot in the wilderness! That's why I'm dragging you all down with me!"

Having said that, she actually raised her holy sword, intending to unleash a devastating attack that would wipe out everyone here. But Arash's arrow arrived much faster than the time it would take her to charge it up.

"What is this! Even if it's an enemy, I'll still get angry! Just because you lost, you think about self-destructing and destroying everything? You have no dignity as a warrior! I say, are you even a Knight of the Round Table? Were you only brave at the beginning?"