FATE: Target of Grand Master

Morgan's expression turned cold upon hearing Martha's words.

"How dare you look down on me! You shall pay for this sin with your death!"

Morgan raised his left hand, still starting with several black spears, but these high-quality replicas were all deflected after touching Martha's cross staff.

"Is that all? You're the one who's looking down on people."

Martha lunged forward and was in front of Morgan in the blink of an eye, swinging her cross-shaped staff directly at Morgan's abdomen.

So fast!

Morgan hurriedly used his wand to block, but was still knocked back a full five meters by Martha.

Morgan, having regained his footing, immediately used a displacement spell to dodge Martha's following flying kick.

Seeing Morgan completely on the defensive, Xia Yan was extremely anxious.

After the fierce battle just now, Morgan's magic power was almost gone, and she couldn't even use one-tenth of her peak strength.

What should I do?

We must find a way to help Morgan!

Should we use another Command Seal to boost Morgan's magic?

Just as Xia Yan was desperately trying to come up with a solution, Hu Qiu said from the side, "Brother Xia Yan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lured Marda here."

Xia Yan had no interest in paying attention to Hu Qiu at the moment, but Hu Qiu continued, "Although I'm just a newbie, I know what I have to do now."

With that, Hu Qiu raised his right hand and said, "In the name of the Command Seal, I command you, Assassin, to use your Noble Phantasm to crush the enemy before you!"

The red light shot into Hassan the Hundred Faces, allowing him to stand up again after being badly injured by Martha, and he immediately unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

"Delusion and fantasy"

In an instant, more than seventy people appeared around Bai Mao. They were men, women, children, and people of all ages and heights, but they were all dressed in the same black clothes and wore the same white skull masks.

The Noble Phantasm of Hassan the Hundred Faces was also seen by Xia Yan in Fate/Zero. It was formed based on his multiple personalities in his previous life.

All the Hassans started up at the same time, each holding their own weapon, and charged toward Marda one after another.

"Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

Martha wielded her cross and mercilessly struck down the Hassans one by one. Before she knew it, the number of Hassans defeated had reached more than ten.

But as more and more Hassans appeared around her, Martha found that her cross was being held down by their bodies, making it impossible for her to swing it freely.

Martha decisively abandoned her staff and countered with her fists. With each punch Martha threw, a Hassan fell, but Martha dared not relax her guard in the slightest.

She finally realized how troublesome Hassan's Noble Phantasm was.

Although compared to the earth-shattering effects of other Servants' Noble Phantasms, Hassan the Hundred Faces' Noble Phantasm is not as spectacular, the sheer number of enemies means that even if Martha could kill them one by one with a single punch, she would still be outnumbered.

After eliminating more than twenty Hassans, Martha was finally caught in close combat by one of them, who used a martial arts technique to lock one of her arms.

Martha tried to break free by throwing a punch with her other arm, but the remaining Hassans swarmed her, some strangling her neck, others binding her legs, using various martial arts techniques to completely restrict Martha's movements.

"Let me go!"

Martha tried to struggle, but to little avail. In desperation, she began to gather her magic power, a signal to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

Hu Qiu hurriedly said to Xia Yan, "Now, Brother Xia Yan, have your Servants launch an attack! Don't worry about Assassin, this is a tactic we agreed on beforehand."

Xia Yan naturally knew that such an opportunity would not come again, and shouted to Morgan, "Your Majesty!"

"I'm already doing it!"

Morgan aimed the tip of his wand at Martha, and a black ball of energy condensed at the tip of the wand.

"Noble Phantasm!"

Martha's magic reached its peak.

"Don't even think about unleashing your Noble Phantasm!"

Morgan released black energy almost simultaneously.

Black energy pierced through the chests of Martha and the two Hassans who were imprisoning her, interrupting Martha's process of releasing her Noble Phantasm.

puff--

Blood seeped from Martha's lips, but she did not fall. The magic power she had gathered returned to its peak after a brief dip.

"It's not over yet! Noble Phantasm! The tragedy of not knowing love..."

Pfft!

Martha's Noble Phantasm was ultimately not released.

Looking down at the black wand embedded in her chest, Martha realized that Morgan had thrown the wand at her after firing the magic beam.

What magician would throw their wand like a javelin?

This action is more like something a Lancer or Berserker would do than a Caster.

However, there's no point in dwelling on this now.

Having realized she had lost, the saintess closed her eyes and collapsed straight down.

That's fine too. I never wanted to serve Jeanne Alter, but I was bound by the Berserker contract and had no choice but to do so. It would be even better if I could be summoned by a normal Master next time.

As Martha's figure disappeared, so did the figures of Hassan and his companions, who had also been pierced by the black wand.

Seeing this scene of mutual destruction, Xia Yan asked, "Uncle, is your follower also...?"

Hu Qiu plopped down on the ground and began to apologize.

"Sorry, sir, that's all I can do to help."

Xia Yan shook his head and said, "Assassins are not suited for head-on combat, so this is already quite good."

Hu Qiu seemed to have become more open-minded because of the death of his only reliable follower. He laughed and said, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you, little brother. I don't want to die yet, but if I end up holding you back, don't worry too much. Just leave me behind."

Looking at Hu Qiu, Xia Yan could sense the conflicting emotions of this middle-aged man—both open-minded and nervous—when he uttered those words.

"Don't worry, uncle. As long as I'm alive, I'll do everything I can to keep you safe."

"Then thank you very much, Brother Xia Yan."

Just as Xia Yan and Hu Qiu, the two Masters, were feeling the relief of surviving a calamity, Morgan, who was nearing his limit, slowly walked to the wand, picked it up, and immediately became a spirit.

"Master, I have exhausted too much magic power and need to take spiritual form for a period of time to recuperate. During this time, you will have to rely on yourself. Please be very careful."

Morgan's words reached Xia Yan's mind, and Xia Yan hurriedly inquired about Morgan's situation, but Morgan never replied.

Fortunately, Xia Yan could still feel the magical connection between himself and Morgan, otherwise Xia Yan would have really thought that he would lose his servant like Hu Qiu.

Seeing Xia Yan's unusually anxious expression, Hu Qiu asked, "Brother Xia Yan, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, let's find a secluded place to hide first."

Xia Yan thought about it for a while, but ultimately didn't reveal the fact that Morgan couldn't fight again in the short term.

At the same time, on another battlefield, Lü Bu gradually lost interest in the battle where only D'Angelo and Sanson were fighting.

After deflecting the combined attack of the two, Lü Bu pointed the tip of his halberd at Black Mary, who had been watching from the sidelines.

"If you don't make a move soon, I'm going to take care of both of your men."