FATE: Target of Grand Master

"I didn't get enough fun yesterday, so today I should be able to pierce your belly, Artoria!"

Morgan floated in mid-air, surrounded by dozens of black guns layered and intertwined, encircling Artoria Alter (Lancer) riding on the back of the black steed Ramirez.

"That's what I should be asking you. Morgan, are you prepared to be torn apart, ravaged, and turned into minced meat by my storm?"

Artoria Alter (Lancer) was not intimidated at all and retorted sharply.

"court death!"

Morgan waved his hand, and the floating black spears rained down on Artoria Altera (Lancer). If anyone were hit, they would be turned into a pincushion.

"snort."

Artoria Alter (Lancer) merely hummed softly, raising her black holy lance high. A storm barrier, almost connecting the arena floor and ceiling, appeared around her, sucking all the black lances back into the air before crushing them completely.

"Morgan, is this all you're capable of?"

Despite the storm barrier, Morgan still heard Artoria Alter (Lancer)'s mocking voice.

You won't be laughing for long.

Morgan summoned eight black spears again, but this time, these spears were aimed at their master—Morgan.

Morgan clenched his fist, and eight black spears immediately shot towards himself, which left Artoria Alter (Lancer), who could observe the outside world through the storm barrier, somewhat bewildered.

However, just as the black guns were about to pierce Morgan, eight extremely tiny spatial rifts appeared around Morgan, and at the same instant, eight spatial rifts also appeared between Artoria Altera (Lancer) and the storm barrier protecting her.

A chill ran through her, and Artoria Altera (Lancer) immediately pulled on the reins, causing her mount to leap high into the air. At the same time, she aimed the black holy lance at the ground and fired a stream of air, accelerating Ramree into the air. This was how she barely dodged Morgan's almost fatal blow.

Looking back at the black gun that had grazed Ramree's hind hooves, Artoria Alter (Lancer) prepared to teach Morgan a lesson.

She pulled on the reins again, causing Ramri to leap back and forth on the storm barrier, soaring into the sky. Then, she swung the black holy spear in her hand, absorbing the surrounding storm barrier back into the holy spear.

If the density and power of the storm barrier surrounding Artoria Altera (Lancer) could be rated as a 6 out of 10, the compressed storm now absorbed and compressed around the Holy Lance and in the direction of the spear tip can be rated as a 9 out of 10 in terms of both density and power.

Looking at the compressed storm, where every wisp of air was visible to the naked eye, even Morgan, who always held himself in high esteem, frowned slightly.

"Morgan, this is a return gift for your attack just now!"

Artoria Alter (Lancer) aimed the black holy lance at Morgan, and the compressed storm slashed down straight like a sword blade.

Morgan immediately used teleportation magic to dodge the storm.

Boom!

The compression storm left a very conspicuous mark on the arena floor.

"No matter how powerful the attack is, it's meaningless if it can't hit anyone."

Morgan scoffed.

Artoria Alter (Lancer) did not reply, but continued to wield the black holy lance in her attack.

That's enough.

After dodging several times, Morgan finally couldn't hold back and prepared to fight back. However, when she looked at Artoria Alter (Lancer), she saw the woman's lips curl up.

That expression was the smile of someone who had succeeded in their scheme, and Morgan immediately had a bad feeling.

She raised her hand to summon the black spear to attack, but found that even though she had used magic, the black spear did not come to her side as usual.

It was only then that Morgan noticed that the airflow around him was moving in an extremely unnatural way.

"This is?"

Morgan squinted slightly and noticed that there was still a lot of swirling magical energy left in the air around him, which was the residual effect after the compression storm had swept through.

Even though it's just a remnant, the vortex that's like a meat grinder is still something that ordinary Servants can't withstand.

Normally, Morgan should have noticed such obvious magical residue immediately, but the magical power on Artoria Altera (Lancer)'s black holy lance was so immense that Morgan overlooked the situation around him.

Morgan belatedly realized that she was surrounded in a fan-shaped area, and just as she was about to use displacement magic to teleport again, Artoria Alter (Lancer)'s black holy lance was already aimed at her.

"You can't escape."

The compressed storm on the black holy lance suddenly expanded as if it had been released from its restraints, instantly engulfing the fan-shaped area where Morgan was located.

boom!

Morgan's figure was battered by the storm, falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Using the vortex, Artoria Altera (Lancer) slowly rode Ramree down to the blood-soaked Morgan. With an arrogant and condescending air, she said, "Great Witch Morgan, your performance has disappointed me somewhat."

Morgan's body was covered in wounds that looked like they had been cut by sharp blades, and even her cold and beautiful face was disfigured, making her look as miserable as could be.

"Hmm!"

Morgan reached out with difficulty to grasp the cross wand that had fallen to the side, but his palm was pierced by the black holy spear and firmly stuck to the ground, letting out a painful groan.

"Considering that Hu Xia is quite interested in your master Xia Yan, I can spare your life. However, from now on, whenever and wherever you see me, you must kneel on one knee and perform the rites of a subject."

hiss~

Suddenly, Ramri hissed, which made Artoria Altera (Lancer), who was in sync with him, sense something was wrong and instinctively released her magic.

boom!

At the same instant, Morgan, who had fallen to the ground, rapidly inflated like a balloon, followed by an artistic explosion.

As the smoke cleared, Artoria Altera (Lancer) gasped for breath, a wave of fear washing over her. Had it not been for Ramree's warning, she would likely have suffered a great loss. Even with the release of magic to counteract the damage, Artoria Altera (Lancer)'s black armor still bore numerous cracks, and her spirit origin had sustained some damage.

After the initial shock, Artoria Alter (Lancer) frowned even more deeply.

She's in trouble.

Unexpectedly, Morgan couldn't even bear this humiliation and chose to self-destruct without any mercy. Now, it seems that Hu Xia and Xia Yan are destined to be enemies to the death.

"Artoria, don't just stand there, look up!"

Hu Xia's voice echoed in her mind, and Artoria Alter (Lancer) immediately looked up, only to see a black gun less than five meters away from her.

clang!

The black holy lance was raised, and the fragile black lance was easily deflected. However, Artoria Alter (Lancer)'s gaze was completely drawn to the figure in the air.

Morgan!

She didn't die!

Could this be the clone ability that Hu Xia had warned her about earlier?

But she clearly didn't give the other party a chance to perform magic.

This time it was Morgan's turn to look down at Artoria Altera (Lancer). Her thin lips, painted with blue lip gloss, parted slightly: "Artoria, are you so happy to have killed one of my thought entities? Don't get cocky. If Xia Yan hadn't asked me to gather information on you, you wouldn't have been able to defeat me so easily."

After saying that, two more Morgans appeared in mid-air, surrounding Artoria Alter (Lancer) on the ground in a triangular formation.

The three Morgans said simultaneously, "We've gathered enough intelligence. Now, let's begin the second round."