FATE: Target of Grand Master

The four Knights of the Round Table worked in pairs, cooperating perfectly. With each attack fueled by murderous intent, they were deadly.

Despite their desperate attempts to defend themselves, the two men, known as Lionheart and the false crusader commander, were outnumbered and outmatched. Moreover, the Knights of the Round Table were highly experienced in combat and would not give them any chance to unleash their Noble Phantasms.

The two were at a disadvantage from the very beginning, and wounds kept appearing on their bodies.

"I'll finish you off in one fell swoop! My Noble Phantasm!"

Just as Mordred was about to unleash her Noble Phantasm, several black spears fell from the sky, interrupting her attack.

"Who is it?"

Mordred, who had blocked the black spear with his sword, looked up and froze instantly.

"Mother?!"

Gareth also stopped moving at the same time, because she was also the child of the panhuman Smogen.

"Impossible! My mother could not possibly appear here so openly! Even if she is a wicked woman, she is still my mother. What right do you, imposter, have to show your face like her!"

Mordred instantly flew into a rage, raised his sword and leaped high into the air, heading straight for Morgan who was in mid-air.

"While I am indeed not your mother, I am not an imposter either. To call me a wicked woman to my face, Mordred, you are indeed the most unruly child."

Morgan dodged Mordred's attack with a quick retreat and then unleashed a black lightning bolt in retaliation.

Mordred, caught in mid-air, was unable to dodge, but fortunately, Gareth's shield blocked her way.

Although the lightning strike was blocked, the momentum from the attack still sent Gareth and Mordred flying.

Meanwhile, Cú Chulainn and Musashi faced off against Lancelot and Tristan, respectively.

"Who are you? Why are you opposing us?"

Lancelot didn't believe this was a hidden Servant from the Pseudo-Crusaders; after all, if they still had such strength, they would have used it long ago.

"Shouldn't one introduce oneself before asking the other's identity? Has the renowned Chief Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot, forgotten even the most basic code of chivalry?"

Cú Chulainn's words made Lancelot narrow his eyes slightly.

"Who exactly are you people? Depending on your answer, I might kill you on the spot."

"Hahaha. Lancelot, at least look around!"

Lancelot, fearing that Cú Chulainn was deliberately trying to distract him, glanced to the side and saw that Musashi was already fighting Tristan.

"That's our answer."

Cú Chulainn said no more and charged at Lancelot with Gaeberg in his hand.

King Lionheart and the false Crusader Commander watched as the three new Servants fought against the four members of the Round Table, seemingly as outsiders.

"Commander, what do you think?"

The Lionheart asked the man beside him.

"Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, no matter what, they are at least helping us right now, and we shouldn't stand idly by."

"I agree. Let's take this opportunity to kill a few Knights of the Round Table."

The two attacked simultaneously, targeting Tristan, who had previously ambushed them several times.

Tristan, who was originally able to hold his own against Musashi, was suddenly put in an extremely unfavorable situation.

shhhhhh!

As Tristan strummed his bowstring and fired an invisible arrow, he shouted to Mordred and Gareth, who were still fighting two against one, "If you can't finish this guy off in a short time, send one of you to help me. If this keeps up, I'm going to be the one who can't hold on."

Mordred and Gareth, standing to the side, were also not having an easy time. After being subjected to Morgan's series of magic tricks, even if they didn't want to admit it, they acknowledged in their hearts that the other was a witch whose name was no less than Morgan's.

Recalling all that Morgan had done to the King, Morgan's presence here now would inevitably become the Lion King's biggest obstacle to the "Holy Resurrection" plan, posing an even greater threat than the Sun King who possessed the Holy Grail.

"Stop arguing, we're in bigger trouble here!"

Mordred cursed under his breath as he charged at Morgan again with his sword.

"Tristan, Gareth, and Mordred, retreat!"

Seeing that his side was in a serious disadvantage, Lancelot, as the temporary commander of the pursuing team, immediately issued the order to retreat.

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

Seemingly in retaliation, the man named Lionheart unleashed his Noble Phantasm before anyone else.

Golden light condensed on the swords he held in his hands, and his magic power quickly reached the level required to unleash a Noble Phantasm.

"Noble Phantasm! Sword of Eternal Victory!"

Golden magic flowed from the sword, like King Arthur's Excalibur.

"not good!"

Faced with Lionheart's Noble Phantasm, Mordred instinctively wanted to unleash her own Noble Phantasm to counter it, but found that there was simply not enough time.

Lancelot threw Mordred backward, shouting "Run!" as he prepared to block the Noble Phantasm's attack with his own body.

"Lord Lancelot, you cannot fall here."

A petite figure rushed out from beside Lancelot.

"Noble Phantasm! Berserk Wolf Girl!"

Gareth, shield in hand, charged fearlessly toward the golden stream of magic like a raging wolf.

"Gares!"

Lancelot tried to reach out to stop him, but failed to grab Gareth.

boom!

The moment Gareth came into contact with the golden stream of magic, he was unable to move forward even half a step.

"Sir Lancelot, let's go!"

The girl gritted her teeth, desperately trying to stop the powerful artifact.

Lancelot clenched his fists, but finally gritted his teeth and turned away.

"Gareth, I'm sorry, but I won't let your sacrifice be in vain."

Lancelot was about to speed up when someone blocked his way.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to show up at such a touching moment, but I also have a mission to complete, so I have to play the villain today."

Cú Chulainn's magic began to rise, his gaze fixed intently on Lancelot.

Seeing this, Lancelot had no choice but to stop and begin to increase his magic power.

"Noble Phantasm! Beast That Devours Death Fangs!"

"Noble Phantasm! Binding Chains Severed - Overlooking Lake Light!"

The crimson-black bone armor and the blue-white sword blades clashed in a dazzling display, their attacks evenly matched for a time.

By this time, Tristan and Mordred, who had retreated first, were already some distance away from Lancelot and Gareth, but the two dared not slow down at all, because Morgan and Musashi were chasing after them at an even faster speed.

Mordred increased her magic power as she ran, and once she had enough magic power, she turned around and unleashed her Noble Phantasm.

"Noble Phantasm! A betrayal of my magnificent father!"

A massive stream of magic shot towards the two people behind them.

"Tristan, if they catch up with you in the end, I'll haunt you like a vengeful ghost!"

Tristan listened silently to Mordred's words without making any response, because at this moment, the only way to respond to Mordred's sacrifice was to keep moving forward.

However, in the next instant, Tristan felt as if his body was a thousand times heavier, and it was extremely difficult to move even a single step.

A cold and authoritative voice came from the direction of Mordred's Noble Phantasm impact; it was Morgan's voice, of course.

"When did I give you permission to leave?"