FATE: Target of Grand Master

While Arjuna, Okita Souji, and Robin Hood were dealing with Minamoto no Tameaki, Morgan had already arrived in Chicago.

Only then did Li Zhuang and Chester truly feel the oppressive aura emanating from the Winter Queen of Fairy Britain.

"Um?"

Morgan naturally noticed the two humans below as well.

"Morgan, what conditions did the Western Army promise you to help them? We, the Eastern Army, can offer three times that amount."

Li Zhuang forced himself to remain calm and tried to win over Morgan.

Do you think I would be swayed by the interests of you humans? Or are you trying to belittle me?

Li Zhuang realized he had said the wrong thing, and cold sweat immediately poured from his forehead.

If it wasn't bribery, then what could it be?

Did the entire Western Army submit to Morgan's command?

Li Zhuang looked at Chester, who was equally shocked; his expression didn't seem to be acting.

Morgan really liked the terrified expressions on the faces of the two people below.

With a casual wave of her hand, she surrounded the two Masters with black spears, then said to Li Zhuang and Chester, "If you want to live, use Command Spells to order your Servants to commit suicide."

Just then, the entire earth began to tremble, the tremor so strong it felt as if the earth was about to be torn apart.

One, two, three... A total of twenty-eight demonic pillars emerged from the ground, and the rolling mud and sand flew in the air, a scene far surpassing any previous trial.

Morgan frowned slightly, adding another roof made of black guns to Li Zhuang and Chester's enclosure. After confirming that the two could not escape the cage, he focused on dealing with the demon pillars.

"Xia Yan, support me with a Command Spell!"

As Morgan drew the jeweled sword, the magic of the Command Seal was also transmitted.

Morgan's lips curled slightly. Her husband's support had always been so reliable, so she had to deal with these guys decisively.

Morgan's figure began to spread like a shadow clone: ​​one, two, three, four, five, six—a total of seven Morgans appeared in the air, including her mental clones and her original body.

Only six? Without a throne, it's clear that the desired effect cannot be achieved.

Morgan was clearly still not satisfied.

"Four each, hurry up!"

With a wave of his hand, Morgan himself launched an attack on the demon pillars.

Black guns, divine magic, and even treasures bombarded the twenty-eight demon god pillars in turn.

The originally menacing demon pillars hadn't even had a chance to play their proper role before being overwhelmed by Morgan's various attacks.

Looking up at Morgan in the sky, which was suppressing the demon pillars below like cooking octopus legs, Chester was in utter despair.

We can't win.

The trial was doomed to failure for the Eastern Army from the moment Morgan appeared.

Even the twenty-eight Demon God Pillars were no match for Morgan, and neither could the Mad King Cú Chulainn nor Minamoto no Tameaki win.

"Li Zhuang, I've fulfilled the troupe's requirements. Give me that!"

Li Zhuang naturally knew what Chester wanted, but at this moment he had already given up hope of this trial.

When Yuan Weichao requested reinforcements, Morgan was staring intently at him, and he didn't dare use a Command Spell, thus missing the opportunity to rescue Yuan Weichao.

With Zhang Jiao dead and Yuan Weichao defeated, if I hesitate any longer, I'm sure I'll perish here.

The sphere in his hand was the only item that could save his life, so he naturally wouldn't hand it over to Chester. As for the group's rules, since Chester was willing to give up his original trial mission for it, it meant that he didn't have the item and would definitely die in this trial.

The dead have no chance to argue or make accusations.

Thinking of this, Li Zhuang didn't even reply and directly activated the sphere in his hand.

Chester, standing nearby, immediately understood Li Zhuang's intention and burst into a tirade: "Li Zhuang! You bastard! You broke your promise! You'll die a horrible death! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

However, Chester's curses could not stop Li Zhuang. With the teleportation array appearing beneath Li Zhuang's feet, Li Zhuang and his follower Li Shuwen escaped the trial.

Chester collapsed to his knees in despair. He understood that his Master Trial had come to an end. He even felt a pang of regret. If he hadn't listened to Li Zhuang and hadn't chosen to betray the Western Army, would his fate have been different?

With Li Zhuang's followers suddenly leaving, the tide of battle turned completely in favor of the Western Army.

The Mad King wanted to return to defend Chicago, but was stopped by Cú Chulainn, Musashi, Robin Hood, and Nightingale, who had healed Okita Souji's injuries.

"The battle is over, but it's not over between you and me. Put aside those distractions and fight me seriously."

Cú Chulainn walked alone to the Mad King, his crimson spear leaving a clear mark on the ground.

"You? You're asking for it!"

At this moment, Cú Chulainn, the Mad King, was like a wild beast trapped in the arena, possessing great strength but unable to escape its confines.

However, a beast is still a beast, and its fighting ability has not been damaged in any way.

In the blink of an eye, the Mad King appeared behind Cú Chulainn, ready to shoot him in the abdomen as he had done last time.

However, the current Cú Chulainn is not the same Cú Chulainn of the past. His Spirit Origin level has been greatly improved, and he dodged the attack with great ease.

"The speed has indeed improved a lot, so let's try the power."

The Mad King predicted where Cú Chulainn would land, and the thorn spear collided with the crimson spear, producing a grating, teeth-grinding sound.

"I heard you ambushed Scáthach earlier?" Cú Chulainn asked.

"That's right. Since they're on the opposing side, the only option is to eliminate them," the Mad King readily admitted.

"That's undeniable. However, as Scáthach's disciple, it's only right that I avenge her."

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

The two exerted force simultaneously, and due to their interaction, they both retreated several meters.

Cú Chulainn gripped his gun with both hands, assuming a pose as if unleashing his Noble Phantasm.

"What era is this? They're still using the Thorn Piercer Spear! Gayeberg has to use it like this!"

The Mad King raised the thorn spear with one hand, his arm muscles bulging instantly, and then forcefully hurled the spear at Cú Chulainn.

"Noble Phantasm! The Spear That Pierces Through the Enemy!"

Upon seeing this, Cú Chulainn immediately changed his posture and also assumed a throwing motion.

"Noble Phantasm! The Lance That Pierces Through Death!"

The thorn spear and the crimson spear collided like two meteors, scorching a straight line of char on the ground in their path. The magic on them was like the will of the two, neither willing to yield to the other.

After a series of crackling sounds and sparks like electricity dissipating, both of their spears lost their magic and fell to the ground.

"Oh? You actually managed to negate my Noble Phantasm. It seems that purple-haired old woman really gave you a good training."

"Stop talking, I don't want to recall what happened."

"Hmph, fool! Without Gaeberg, let's see how you fight me. Noble Phantasm! Devouring Beast of Death Fangs!"

The Mad King Cú Chulainn is preparing to unleash two Noble Phantasms in quick succession.