Miss Justice is not motivated

"As a token of my appreciation, I'll just use it once." Disarmed, Asakura began walking towards the sea. That was the area where the Second Beast, Tiamat, roamed. The Primordial Sea had already covered most of Sumer, and if this continued… it might cover the entire Mesopotamia.

In the dark, murky, and malevolent primordial sea, there exists a mountain that has not fallen into the sea. Lying atop it lies a figure covered in black and white armor. His shoulders, arms, and chest are adorned with conspicuous stargazing instruments, while his face features animal-like markings accented with red, resembling a venomous snake's tongue, exuding an indescribable malevolence.

His thighs were covered by three distinct layers of skirt, but this did not hinder his movements; in fact, it might have made his movements even more dashing.

Honestly, if it were just that, probably not many people would believe that he wasn't a righteous Kamen Rider, but rather a member of the "Hunter Star Clan" who destroyed Mars, Evolto.

"What? Have you eaten yet?" Evolto asked Asakura, who was standing behind him, with great interest. As the leader of Banshouka, Evolto cared a lot about his subordinates.

"Delicious." To be honest, this was the first time Asakura had eaten so easily. After all, it was very convenient to have someone help collect souls. In the past, she, as a warrior, had to engage in long battles, so having a priest was quite helpful. "How is she? Is she still in a war of attrition?"

"It's not a war of attrition; she's just trying to undergo a deeper transformation of herself through the Primordial Sea." Evolto said nonchalantly, not believing the Primordial Sea posed much of a threat to his companions. However, he did dislike the thing beneath his feet; the reason... was simply that it was too filthy.

As if detected, countless Rahms flapped their wings and flew in, filling everything in sight with an overwhelming force. Just by looking at them, one could sense that their numbers exceeded seven figures.

Blinking, Asakura didn't make a move. Although she wasn't bad at dealing with large-scale enemies, this many would still take a long time to fight.

Furthermore, because of their spiritualized state, these Rahms are unable to attack him, so there's no need for him to take action himself.

Evolto, who had been lying down, stood up. Although these guys were just small fry, they could still provide a lot of energy if absorbed.

“I’ve had enough of lying here, so let’s get a little exercise.” With that, Evolto placed his hand on the lever on his belt and began to crank it. At the same time, the Cobra Fullbottle and Rider Evolution Bottle, which were inserted into the slots, emitted a dazzling light and emitted a 'Ready go!' sound effect.

That belt is really noisy... Does he like this sound effect that much? He's like a child... As Asakura was lost in thought, Evolto had already completed the basic preparations.

As most of his energy converged, compressed, and gathered, a massive, prototype-shaped black void appeared between Evolto's hands, drawing in the dust from the mountain peak. The surrounding light also began to distort due to this black sphere, and Asakura's shadow stretched out in that direction, as if being sucked in.

That's a black hole, a term that only exists in astronomical phenomena. What Evolto has created at this moment is such a thing... Of course, not entirely. Rather than calling it a black hole, it would be more accurate to call it a pseudo-black hole.

"Then, go!" The pseudo-black hole was released and quickly flew away from the mountain where Evolto was located, disappearing into the cluster of Lahm at an unimaginable speed.

A massive, simulated black hole instantly expanded, hanging high in the sky like a pitch-black disc. Both the Black Sea and Rahm were instantly sucked into it, and everything on the surface began to fly towards the black hole.

Wouldn't doing this attract the attention of the Counter Force? But it wouldn't matter here, would it? Asakura has encountered Servants before; she even used the technology developed by combining her Eye Soul with Fullbottle to steal a Noble Phantasm.

Because this era has come to a complete end... After absorbing a certain amount of matter and life, the pseudo-black hole created by Evolto began to gradually dissipate, leaving only the monster battle line that had turned into a huge crater.

"—" An excited dragon's roar echoed from afar as the two-headed dragon relentlessly suppressed the Second Beast, Tiamat. As a newcomer from another world, she was not bound by the opponent's anti-Genesis technique, and under these circumstances… possessing Dark Dragon Slayer Magic and the Dragon's Remnant, she would not lose to this Earth Mother Goddess who was restricting her!

Having completely suppressed its opponent, the two-headed dragon, using its mouthparts evolved from the remaining G cells within its body, greedily plundered everything belonging to Tiamat. If it could seize the power known as the Mother of Beasts, that would be even better…

The Seventh Singularity, Absolute Demonic Front, is now heading towards the abyss.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Acquisition of Little Dragon

Although it seemed like the four of them, including Baina, had been talking for a long time, it actually hadn't. After the first few sentences, the automatic scribe established a mental communication platform, allowing them to communicate through thought and exchange information.

Having obtained information on the Shocker branch and the Universal Shocker, Bai Aina was extremely surprised to see the leader of the Universal Shocker, after all... his performance on TV was truly impressive.

"Can I smash this guy?" Bai Ai Na was obviously referring to Evolto. Neither Ichijo nor the Automatic Secretary said anything, because Katsuragi Takumi frowned after hearing this.

"No, it's me who has to deal with Evolto." Even so, if the other insisted on fighting, Katsuragi Takumi had no way to stop him. "Don't underestimate him. Although he couldn't obtain Pandora's Box and evolve into a monster form beyond his perfect form because of Kiryu Sento and Kadoya Tsukasa's interference, with Shocker's help, he will only become stronger than before. You..."

"Don't worry, if you ask why... because I'm an angel now!" Bai Aina, jumping up and down like a madwoman, immediately sent everyone running three feet away. Then, she calmed down and said indifferently, "I understand. You can challenge Evolto first. As for the others... leave them to me, her, and the rest of the Round Table to handle?"

“That’s wonderful.” Katsuragi Takumi seemed to have considered something, and fumbled at the hem of his trench coat, pulling out a delicate dragon-shaped mechanical device and handing it to Bai Aina, explaining, “This is a dragon-shaped auxiliary device. It can hold a full bottle, which can be used for detoxification. Putting Evolto aside for now, Shocker is quite proficient in poison gas tactics.”

At this point, Katsuragi Takumi took out a full bottle from his pocket and added, "This is a full bottle for detoxification. Just insert it into the groove on the back of the auxiliary device and you can use it."

The full bottle was inserted into the groove, and the dragon-shaped auxiliary device flapped its metal dragon wings on both sides before landing in Bai Aina's palm.

She pulled the full bottle out directly. Bai Aina seemed to like the toy quite a bit, and she replied with a smile, "Thank you, I really like this little gadget."

Katsuragi Takumi didn't think too much about it. He walked over to the Knights of the Round Table and gave each of them a similar purification device.

"Your Majesty, Lord Mordred requests entry into the throne room." Just then, the guard knocked on the door again and delivered the message.

"Let her in." Artoria nodded slightly, agreeing to the request. Then, the knight, completely covered in heavy armor and carrying a red longsword, walked in. When she saw Tristan, she paused slightly, and the disgust in her demeanor was palpable to anyone.

"Mordred, return to Camelot." Accompanied by the sound of metal scraping, a heavily armored knight knelt on one knee and spoke in a voice that was difficult to discern as gender.

“Very good, Lord Mordred has returned safely.” Artoria breathed a sigh of relief. Shocker’s assassinations of the Knights of the Round Table were remarkably precise. Gawain, Geraint, Gahris, Lanmarok, and Percival had all been assassinated. Of the remaining Knights of the Round Table, Galahad’s whereabouts were unknown, and Lancelot was far away in France…

"Um... I'm here." The last surviving Knight of the Round Table entered the arena. It was a young girl clad in heavy steel armor, wielding a large shield, and looking somewhat sorrowful. She was Gareth, one of the few female Knights of the Round Table, and the younger sister of Gaheris and Gawain. The deaths of her two brothers had dealt a significant blow to this already innocent girl.

"I'm sorry, Lord Gareth, but under these circumstances, you still need to go to the front lines to fight..." Artoria's apology was genuine; in her view, the assassination of the Knights of the Round Table was... entirely her fault.

"No, Your Majesty, please don't do this." If it were her brother, perhaps he would have said something to persuade the king... Gareth felt even more heartbroken at the thought, but before she could say anything more, Mordred pulled her aside.

Mordred simply didn't want to watch any more melodrama. Although Gareth was somewhat displeased with her actions, he didn't say anything.

“Well then, let’s talk about the current situation.” Agravain cleared his throat, just as he was about to speak, Katsuragi Takumi took out a box. The box quickly transformed into a platform filled with sand dunes and a map.

"Let's talk here." Katsuragi Takumi didn't know anything about leading troops into battle, but if the natives could share the burden, his job would be easier.

“Okay.” Agravan was slightly surprised; he could sense that the other party wasn’t using magic. But that was all. He quickly got into the zone, stood in front of the platform, and began to plan.

“First, the cities guarded by Geraint, Gaheris, Lanmarok, and Percival have all been captured. Second, the remaining alien races on the island have all been absorbed by the enemy's allied forces, the ‘Shoka.’” Agraven marked the sand with a long pole, his tone clearly serious. “Not only that, the enemy has also acquired the ability to grow food on the island; even the worst land can produce an astonishing amount of grain.”

“That’s indeed true. According to the intelligence I’ve gathered from the surrounding villages, these seeds are growing by absorbing the Great Source and the Dragon Vein.” As a member of the Knights of the Round Table, Bedivere wasn’t known for his martial arts skills, and his magic was, to put it mildly, abysmal, but he did possess a basic understanding of the world. “If this continues for a long time…”

“This land will fall into a state of great depletion, and at that time, various natural disasters will become even more severe.” Tristan took over the explanation, and he also used a long pole to draw a diagram on the sand dunes. “The mystery of the island is closely related to nature, and if it cannot transition normally and smoothly, it will trigger extremely adverse reactions.”

"The enemy has established Lundinium here, attempting to seize our righteousness." Artoria said loudly, placing her hands on the hilt of the sword between the Electors, with a beautiful white dove perched on her shoulder.

The young queen laughed, a rare occurrence for her. Looking at the Knights of the Round Table who were still fighting alongside her, she said, "In terms of troop strength, we are at a disadvantage. In terms of the strength of their generals, the enemy is capable of killing several Knights of the Round Table and escaping unscathed."

"The special technology they possess allows them to win the hearts and minds of the people. In this respect, they far surpass us... But even so, now is not the time to retreat or run away. This city of dreams, Camelot, is a city built upon the ideals of many people. If we retreat or stand still here..."

"Then, who can stop the Shocker Alliance's actions?"

Chapter Twenty-Five: Deploying Troops

Sitting in the captain's cabin of the Root Destruction, Evolto looked at the three members of the Shocker branch before him. Although their faces were completely obscured by their armor, anyone could sense that this alien life form... was smiling.

"So, you still haven't been able to conquer this singularity?" Evolto said with great interest, tapping his finger lightly back and forth among the three elemental warriors. "The task I gave you wasn't too difficult, was it?"

“That’s because of the obstacles posed by the Reincarnators; otherwise, we would have wiped out the local forces long ago,” Soga explained, stepping forward first. Evolto, without even looking, pointed a finger at him. As the red shockwave spread, his body was violently thrown back, spinning several times on the ground before falling still.

“Don’t interrupt me before I’ve finished,” Evolto said casually, then looked at Bu Tianzhong and pressed for details. “How’s the intelligence gathering going? How many British troops are there, and from which direction are they coming?”

"They have 120,000 troops assembled from their homeland, and they also have troops in places like Gaul and Ireland, but because of Miss Lula, they can't get here." Bu Tianzhong glanced at the red-haired girl gnawing on a large bone in the corner and answered slowly. "If we continue along their route, we should pass through Mount Barton."

Around 500 AD, the Saxons, a Germanic tribe, launched a major invasion, burning, killing, and looting. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table led the British people in a fierce resistance, ultimately repelling the Saxon invasion from the north through twelve battles. Finally, in the Battle of Baton Hill, they decisively defeated the enemy army, driving all the invaders out of Britain.

In Bu Tianzhong's view, this was a rather interesting place. It was the perfect stage to defeat the current British dynasty.

At this point, Evolto seemed to remember something, and he turned to Bai Choufei and asked, "I heard that your branch has found a suitable candidate and is preparing to make Shangwei the leader? But where is she now? Isn't she going to come out and meet the senior?"

"His Highness is still undergoing modifications, and I believe that he will be able to meet Lord Evolto in a while." Even though he knew that Evolto could kill him with the slightest move, Bai Choufei still maintained a humble yet arrogant attitude.

"That would be best. I wish her modification goes smoothly." Evolto seemed tired of this conversation. He walked to the mainframe computer and began adjusting something, beckoning Bu Tianzhong to come and help. "With our current resources, how many mature Zerg can we create?"

“While it’s true that we can obtain mature alien insects through induced breeding, the locust monsters we’re currently using are superior in terms of basic attributes, and the acceleration ability gained after their armor breaks is more practical.” At this point, Bu Tianzhong proposed a more effective method that could also enhance combat power. “If the leader wants to enhance their combat power, then I suggest using memory modules and mass-produced drive swords. These memory modules can be inserted for internal enhancement, thus increasing combat power while maintaining speed.”

“Good suggestion, let’s do it your way.” Evolto was quite satisfied with Bu Tianzhong’s suggestion, and then said, “Your trident seems to have been confiscated? Are there enemies capable of taking away weapons?”

"He's a mage who uses Dragon Shout, but his melee skills... shouldn't be too weak." Recalling the axe-cannon the other was wielding, Bu Tianzhong didn't think that thing's sharp blade was just for show. "Are you worried about the black hole trigger?"

Without responding to Bu Tianzhong's question, Evolto placed his hand on the black hole trigger on his belt and gently stroked it.

……

Squads of fully armed soldiers emerged from Camelot. Thanks to Katsuragi Takumi's help, otherwise Artoria would have struggled to even scrape together the necessary provisions for the expedition. And she had gathered all the troops she could.

Artoria should have been able to gather at least 180,000 troops, but Shocker offered her very good terms, causing some of her legions to defect. The abundance of food alone was enough to draw in regions of Britain that hadn't seen crops for years.

After much deliberation, Artoria finally decided that Lord Bedivere would guard Camelot. Agravure initially considered this decision rather impulsive, but after the Auto-Scriptor demonstrated a long-range teleportation technique, he ultimately agreed.

Katsuragi Takumi volunteered to be at the very front of the army. Artoria agreed to his request.

Although Agravain didn't trust Beaina and the others, Artoria generously expressed her support. Upon hearing that the three of them would be slacking off in the rear, she agreed without hesitation.

At the rear of the column, this area served as a crucial logistical support hub. Gareth, the beautiful leader among the Knights of the Round Table, with her delicate, slender hands, naturally held this position, along with… Mordred.

Pairing Mordred, the least likable of the Knights of the Round Table, with Gareth, who is most familiar with logistics but lacks self-awareness, is, in a sense, the best combination. This is a conclusion Artoria reached after some experimentation, and the results have been very good.

"Miss Gareth, would you like to have afternoon tea?" After brewing tea and preparing desserts in his tent, Ichijo noticed Gareth's furtive behavior and invited her over.

"Huh? Can I?" Gareth paused for a moment, then nodded frantically, as if afraid that a single word would negate his invitation.

"Shall I go see it too?" Mordred asked, surprisingly cheerful and direct, asking to join Baina and the others at their tea party.

"Oh...no problem." Without refusing Mordred, Ichijo nodded in agreement and led the two fully armed girls into the tent where Beaina and the others were. "Just, please keep your voices down."

It was almost identical to the other tents, except for a huge experimental table. Baina and the Automaton stood in front of a blackboard, on which a large number of runes were drawn in a closed format. Even Gareth and Mordred could see the extraordinary nature of it.

"Wow, that's amazing! You actually managed to find the original text of the Rune. I searched for a long time but couldn't find a record of the same value as this handwritten copy."

"Although there are methods to interpret it, I still can't understand it, so I need your help."

Chapter Twenty-Six Mordred

Just as one hand couldn't handle everything, the Automatic Secretary's long, silver-white hair transformed into several hands, each holding chalk and writing something on the blackboard. Around Baina, several figures also emerged—special personalities such as Nuen, Lambda, Saya, and Muen—each holding a portion of the notebook and reciting bitter, incomprehensible words.

"Great! Now I can replace all the runes in my hair and bones!" The orange cat jumped onto her arrow and recorded all the annotations written on the blackboard, inputting them into the magic device. The automatic scribe itself mobilized the magic power accumulated in its body and began to update the runes inscribed on the protective suit and magical artifacts.

"It's not very useful to me... but it's better than nothing." Bai'ina called to Saya, asking her to write everything down. Then, she had Lambda synthesize bio-metals using the Steel Force's genes, and Nuen refined the magic to conduct experiments. Through repeated comparisons, they determined which metals were suitable for use with runes in which environments.

Yi Tiao didn't say much, but simply found a table in the corner, placed tea and desserts on it, and invited Gareth and Mordred to sit down.

At this point, Mordred seemed to hesitate, as if considering whether to remove her mask. She had only originally intended to check on things; Beaina and the Autobiography hadn't come out of their tent all day—what were they up to?

The two of them drew a bunch of nonsensical symbols that Mordred couldn't understand at all. And now that they'd put down the dessert, should she take off her helmet...?

"Take off your helmet. The three of us know your true identity anyway," Bai Aina said nonchalantly, without even turning her head. Meanwhile, several special personalities entered her body, returning to the reflection of her inner thoughts.

"—" Gripping the red longsword tightly in his hand, Mordred stared intently at Baina with his eyes hidden behind his armor, the hostility in them needing no further explanation.

Baina didn't seem to mind Mordred's rather rude behavior. In her opinion, while Mordred's actions were a bit disrespectful, they were still acceptable, given that she wasn't exactly unattractive. After all, if a cat with its fur standing on end stares at a human, the human wouldn't feel scared or annoyed; they might even stroke its fur.

“There’s nothing strange about it. We are humans from the future, so it’s not surprising that we know about the present history.” The Auto-Book took out a heavy metal book, her own magic book. Although it was only in its infancy, it already contained many elements that were unique to her… “However, Miss Mordred, if we follow the normal historical trajectory, the future of this world… will definitely not be the future you want.”

Gareth, who had initially thought a fight was about to break out, breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to get involved in a violent conflict just because she wanted to eat dessert.

"Explain yourself clearly, what do you mean by that?" Mordred's tone was clearly displeased. Although she had not yet obtained the Rebellious Demon Sword, her confidence in her own strength was beyond question.

She then pulled out a textbook about the Type-Moon universe from her storage space and casually tossed it to Mordred, saying, "This is the correct historical course. If you're interested, you can take a look yourself."

Because she was worried that Mordred might not be able to understand it, Baina casually smeared the text on the textbook and changed all the words to a type that they could understand.

Such a dismissive gesture made Mordred have no intention of picking up the textbook. Instead, Gareth took the initiative to pick up the book, followed the clues in the table of contents to the section on British history, and then his mouth dropped open in surprise.