To become a king and a magician

He swung his sword to deflect the incoming arrows.

"boom--!"

He kicked Astolfo, who was charging at him, away.

Despite being outnumbered two to one, Mordred handled the situation with remarkable ease. Although Frankenstein had been deactivated, she could easily take on three opponents even if it hadn't. With a Master who had an abundance of mana and a scabbard that automatically healed her, Mordred was just that confident!

Not to mention that Chiron has already used up his Noble Phantasm once a day, and Astolfo's direct combat strength is still insufficient.

(Let's finish them off with one more Noble Phantasm!)

With that thought in mind, Mordred once again poured a large amount of magic power into the magic sword, and the surging crimson lightning once again shone on the battlefield!

This time, the Red team no longer has any Noble Phantasms that can rival Mordred's.

"It's all over! Archer is doomed! That Noble Phantasm is incredibly powerful!"

The already battered and disheveled Astolfo let out a cute wail upon seeing this. She had clearly witnessed Mordred and Frankenstein's Noble Phantasm clash. After only a moment of stalemate, Frankenstein was completely defeated. In terms of firepower, perhaps only Siegfried could match her.

But now, even if Astolfo didn't know that Siegfried had already left the stage, with Angelica there, Siegfried couldn't come over.

"Roar, Crimson Lightning—[Rebellion against my magnificent father (Clarent BloodArthur)]!"

A deafening roar of crimson lightning soared into the sky, utterly disregarding the waste of magic power, as Mordred slashed down at Astolfo and Chiron! The demonic sword's light hurtled towards the two with overwhelming force!

"All is lost"—just as Astolfo and Chiron were having this thought, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Ohh ...

Spartacus, the Red Berserker!

Why is he here?

No, more important than that is...

Under the incredulous gazes of Mordred and the other two, Spartacus actually used his bare body to directly collide with the incoming demonic sword beam!

"suicide?"

Astolfo instinctively cried out in alarm. To take Mordred's Noble Phantasm head-on without any protection was indeed tantamount to suicide!

What exactly is he trying to do? Infighting?

"No, that's not right!"

Chiron quickly noticed the anomaly. Logically, taking such a high-level anti-army Noble Phantasm head-on without any defense would instantly annihilate even a Servant, yet Spartacus was still alive before their eyes!

Similarly, upon realizing this, Chiron immediately understood the reason for the scene before him.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm was indeed destroying Spartacus's body, but at the same time as it was being destroyed, Spartacus's body regenerated at an even more terrifying speed!

"Ohhhhhhh! What immense oppression! This is precisely the kind of oppression I need to rebel against!"

As if immersed in supreme bliss, Spartacus laughed wildly as he charged forward recklessly!

This scene immediately ignited Mordred's competitive spirit!

"interesting!"

He actually used his body to resist the release of the Noble Phantasm.

Then let's see how long you can hold out!

Mordred further extracted more magic power from Natsukawa Torato, pouring it all into her Noble Phantasm without reservation. The already formidable Crimson Lightning immediately expanded by two levels! Its excessively large attack range even surpassed Spartacus, striking in all directions like a bolt of lightning!

(What amazing magic!)

Hiding far away in a relatively safe location with Astolfo, Chiron stared in disbelief at the scene before him. Spartacus's suicide attack had already surprised him, but Mordred's current display of power shocked him even more.

Could she have unleashed even greater power?

[By Command Spell, Mordred, cease unleashing your Noble Phantasm]

Just then, Xia Chuanhu's abrupt voice entered Mordred's mind. She was enjoying the explosion of power when she suddenly felt a sense of emptiness rise within her body, and the raging torrent of crimson lightning vanished like a phantom in that instant.

Suddenly finding himself without any resistance, Spartacus, who had been charging forward, was immediately in front of Mordred! His arm, which had multiplied and evolved to be comparable to that of a giant, swung down with a powerful punch!

"Click-click-click-click-click-click—!"

Dozens of golden ripples suddenly appeared, and hundreds of chains shot out from them, like agile pythons, instantly wrapping around Spartacus's entire body, locking him firmly in place and unable to move.

"Whoa! Another suppressor!"

Upon seeing Vimana appear before his eyes, and Natsukawa Tora being carried off Vimana by Angelica, Spartacus trembled violently with excitement. He could sense that the two over there were unparalleled oppressors, people he had to rebel against!

Angelica gave Spartacus a cold glance, tightened the chains to secure him, and then helped Natsukawa Tora to Mordred's side.

Upon seeing Natsukawa Torata arrive, Mordred immediately complained with extreme dissatisfaction, "Master, what are you doing! I was having so much fun bombarding him! I was about to blast this big guy to death, and suddenly you're using a Command Spell to make me stop!?"

"You really can't read the room, can you? Can't you see I need Angelica to support me now?" Natsukawa Torama gave a wry smile. "Although having the Dragon Heart makes mana regeneration fast, you spendthrift really don't hold back when it comes to squandering my mana! Two Noble Phantasms in a row, how could you even use them!"

Only someone like Natsukawa Tora, a mana powerhouse, could withstand Mordred's drain. Any other magician would be completely drained in no time, not to mention that Natsukawa Tora had previously pulled off a major stunt. Even with the Heart of the Dragon, he's struggling to keep up now.

After carefully observing Natsukawa Tora's pale face, Mordred curled her lip in displeasure: "Tch, what's wrong with you? Just admit you're weak, you have no manliness at all—ouch! Don't hit my head..."

"Um?!"

The familiar gaze and voice immediately softened Mordred's tone, transforming her from a fierce, rebellious girl into a well-behaved daughter being scolded by her father, obediently shrinking her neck.

Taking a few deep breaths and feeling his magic power rapidly recovering, Natsukawa Torama looked at Spartacus: "To suddenly appear at this moment... Berserkers are indeed unpredictable. But if Spartacus is here, that means..."

Shifting his gaze to the other side of the woods, Natsukawa Tora called out, "You've been spectating and loafing around all this time, aren't you going to come out and introduce yourselves? Archer and Rider from the red team—"

"Boom—!"

Before he could reveal his real name to force Atalanta and the others to come out, another loud noise from not far away abruptly interrupted Natsukawa Tiger's words and drew everyone's attention.

On a flat area not far away, a giant was slowly standing up!

57. Humanity and the world do not need to be saved by others.

"Born of the earth, it is nourished by the wind, filled with water, and wielded by fire, thus dispelling disease."

Those were incantations that echoed across the entire battlefield.

“Inhumanity is to shatter one’s own skull, while righteousness is to guide one’s blood towards purity.”

The ground began to tremble.

"Like the colossal body of a sacred peak, its sturdiness rivals that of a rocky mountain, possessing the aura of protecting, ruling, and dominating all people."

A colossal figure slowly emerged amidst the roar of the battlefield.

"Though you are a lump of clay, you are not a lump of clay; though you are a human being, you are not a human being. You are one who stands in Paradise, one who rules over Paradise, one who is our dream, our hope, our love."

At that very moment, the golem, burdened with the responsibility of rewriting the world, was born in this world.

"Embrace the name of the Holy Spirit, for you are the original human being (Adam)."

The incantation then fell.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone observing the battlefield, the enormous golem slowly rose to its feet.

The golem is about fifteen meters tall and its appearance is not much different from that of a regular golem. It is made entirely of rock, soil and wood, and looks extremely heavy. In addition, its huge size makes it look like a humanoid ancient city, full of ancient atmosphere.

However, the moment this enormous golem appeared, the earth around it began to change.

The vegetation grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flowers and grasslands transformed into fruit the moment they touched the giant. Birds, beasts, insects and all sorts of animals appeared out of thin air, as if on a pilgrimage, converging on the giant and circling around him.

A scene resembling the Garden of Eden from mythology unfolded before everyone's eyes.

How beautiful!

However, only one, no, only two people sensed that something was wrong immediately.

"Mr. Xia Chuan!"

Gray's voice came from Vimana. Because of the battle, Natsukawa Torato had asked Gray and Karen to stay on Vimana.

nimbly leaping down from the Vimana, Gray came to Natsukawa Torato's side—no, judging from her eyes and tone, she should be Joan of Arc now.

"That golem...is dangerous!"

The moment the golem appeared, Joan of Arc received a revelation, clearly understanding its power. The seemingly beautiful scene before her was actually the result of a forced alteration of the world; as long as the golem continued to appear, the world would be continuously eroded, gradually descending into "paradise-like" existence.

In short, this golem is a self-governing inherent barrier.

Xia Chuanhu was also very clear about this, not because he already knew, but because he felt it. His sparse elven qualities made him keenly aware of the changes in the world, and he even felt a little happy about this gradually becoming paradise-like world.

Perhaps a paradise is more suitable for fairies and elves.

"It's done, my Noble Phantasm."

Standing on the golem's shoulder, Avisbro looked at the golem beside him with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

In his lifetime, he gave everything for this Noble Phantasm, but he failed to complete it, failed to realize his inner dream. Now that the golem is complete, he can finally, finally, finally—

"Alright, my golem! Let's begin to save the world! Through battle, slaughter, and destruction, build your paradise! End the boring battles! And end the boring society!"

"Let us save this world, let us save all mankind!"

With unprecedented passion, Avisbro lowered his head and looked down!

"Let's start here!"

"Zheng—!"

As Avisbro's voice faded, the golem's eyes shone brightly, and a gale howled as the giant fist rose, crashing down on the Black Faction Masters below like a meteorite!

Avisbron had little affection for these so-called Masters. As long as he could complete his Noble Phantasm, he didn't care who he acknowledged as his Master. Now that his Noble Phantasm was complete, these people were naturally useless. In fact, from his ideal perspective, these mages who actively provoked conflict were the ones who needed to be eliminated.

"Boom--!"

A heavy roar resounded, and dust and shockwaves swept across the land in an instant!

No one could withstand this punch, not even a Servant. Facing a heavy blow made of pure physical mass, choosing to take it head-on would be a foolish move.

However, if it's not a [human].

"call------!"

The strong wind blew away the dust.

Standing among the Black Faction Masters who had been knocked unconscious by the impact and were staggering around in disarray, Natsukawa Tora raised one hand high, forcefully stopping the Primal Giant's punch above his head!

Then—