FATE: Target of Grand Master

The legend of King Arthur is my favorite hero story, and if I had to name my most admired idol, it would undoubtedly be King Arthur.

Therefore, after learning that she had become a Servant, she was still looking forward to meeting the legendary King Arthur. Even if they were to face each other with swords drawn, she wanted to show her idol the "Sword of Excalibur".

But why?

Why did I have to run into King Arthur of all people?!

No, to be precise, that person, that goddess, can no longer be considered King Arthur.

Those Knights of the Round Table who were supposed to be loyal to the king and point out his mistakes chose to support him. Since that was the case, even if it meant going against his former idols and the Knights of the Round Table, he had to shoulder the responsibility of correcting the king's mistakes!

Seeing Gareth fearlessly confront his Noble Phantasm, it would be a lie to say that Richard I, the Lionheart, was not moved at all, but his determination to correct the Lion King's mistakes made him unyielding.

"Haaaaaaah!"

After relentlessly pouring all his magic power into the stream of golden magic, Gareth's figure began to blur in the golden flow of magic until he finally disappeared completely.

"Haa, haa, haa..."

Richard I sat on the ground, panting heavily. Despite having defeated the enemy, he felt no joy.

Meanwhile, in the holy city of Camelot, the Lion King, who had been listening to Agraven's report, raised his hand, signaling Agraven to pause.

She stood up, and magic emanated from her body, forming a tangible ripple of magic.

Agravan, standing beneath the throne, immediately realized the Lion King's meaning and hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, what has happened that made you activate the Gun of End?"

But the Lion King did not reply to him immediately; instead, he slowly raised his right hand.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor—"

As the Lion King swung his right hand down, a massive golden pillar of light descended from the sky on the battlefield, a great distance from the Holy City. That was none other than the Lion King's Holy Lance—Rongomminiad!

Everyone present looked up at the sky in shock. The three Knights of the Round Table naturally understood what this was. They were shocked by the reason why the King used the Holy Lance. Had they been abandoned by him?

No, even if that king underwent a transformation, she was still a benevolent king. The reason she did that must have been because she sensed Gareth's death, so she released the Holy Lance to help them escape.

Meanwhile, Morgan and the others were more shocked by the power of this earth-shattering attack. Even though the attack had not yet hit its target, the magic contained within it was enough to shock everyone.

No, if this attack hits, Xia Yan will also be affected!

Morgan said to Musashi beside him, "Musashi, Mordred's Noble Phantasm won't last long. I'll leave the rest of the pursuit to you. I need to focus on dealing with that thing in the sky."

"it is good."

Musashi didn't wait for Mordred to finish releasing her Noble Phantasm. Instead, she entered the Zero Realm and cleaved the already weakened Noble Phantasm in two with a single strike. Then, she charged straight at Mordred.

With his hands free, Morgan took out the gem sword and extracted its magic in one go. Then, without hesitation, he summoned a giant spear that emitted a blue light.

One, two, three, four, five, six—at this point, Morgan was able to unleash half the full power of Rungominiad's Noble Phantasm.

"Then let me see whether your Gun of Limits is stronger or mine is stronger."

Morgan raised his arm, and a giant spear around him crashed head-on into the golden pillar of light in the sky.

boom!

After a muffled sound like thunder, the Rungominiad summoned by Morgan turned into fragments and dissipated into the sky.

"One is definitely not enough."

Another giant spear shot out from around Morgan.

boom!

With the same rumbling thunder and the same shattering into pieces, the second giant spear suffered the same fate as the first.

"Again!"

boom!

"Again!"

boom!

After this process repeated four times, Morgan finally noticed that the golden beam of light was beginning to slow down.

"Fifth one, up!"

boom!

After another violent collision, the golden beam of light not only slowed down, but also began to crack, and its surface became unstable.

"It takes six roots to defeat it?"

Morgan seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the test results, but Xia Yan, watching from afar, was quite pleased.

No matter what, this is the Lion King's Holy Lance. Arash used his own Spirit Origin as a price to cancel it out. It's already quite an achievement that Morgan was able to cancel it out with half the power of the Noble Phantasm without getting hurt.

boom!

The sixth giant spear collided with the golden beam of light and both began to shatter.

The Knights of the Round Table were all dumbfounded when they saw this.

This is the Lion King's sacred spear!

In the two attacks they had previously witnessed, one easily repelled the Sun King, and the other annihilated nearly 80% of the false crusaders in an instant.

Such a terrifying attack was completely neutralized by Morgan at this moment without him suffering any damage.

Lionheart and the false crusader were equally shocked. They felt both relieved and wary. They were relieved that the silver-haired servant was on their side, but wary that they didn't know if they would still be on the same side after this battle.

"Don't get distracted!"

Cú Chulainn seized the moment when Lancelot was shocked, using one claw to deflect Lancelot's sword and the other to pierce Lancelot's armor, from which bright red blood seeped out.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong. May I ask your name?"

Lancelot knew that all was lost, so he used his sword to brace himself on the ground and barely managed to stay standing.

"Cú Chulainn".

After a high-speed battle, Cú Chulainn also acknowledged Lancelot's strength.

"So you're the Child of Light, huh? But your appearance is quite unique."

Cú Chulainn did not explain the state of his spirit origin, as it was not something that could be explained in a few words.

Pfft!

Suddenly, a sword blade pierced through the Knight of the Lake's chest.

Lancelot turned his head and saw the hooded pseudo-Crusader standing behind him.

"Even if you don't do this, he won't live much longer."

Cú Chulainn said somewhat displeased.

"You great heroes love to do this arrogant thing. This is a battlefield, what's there to talk about with the enemy?"

The false crusader commander drew his cross sword, and Lancelot fell to the ground, his spirit origin immediately beginning to dissipate.

"Oh? Speaking of which, I still don't know your name, you unassuming fellow?"

Although Cú Chulainn had a smile on his face, a murderous aura was faintly emanating from him.

"Compared to the Light Child of Celt, I am nothing but an ordinary loser."

The false crusader commander removed his hood, revealing his silver-gray hair and handsome face framed by full-rimmed glasses.

"My name is Jacques de Morais, the 23rd and most unsuccessful last Grand Master of the Knights Templar."