In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Although they didn't kill it in one blow, Anan was not discouraged. With half of the counterattack spells gone, the power of the Hanging Gardens had been significantly weakened. With the protection of Eden's Star, they could easily dismantle the remaining spells.

Once the [Black Mansion of Ten and One] and these twelve EX-level magic arrays are cracked, the empty Sky Garden will be nothing more than a pile of toys under Nidhogg's minions.

The scales of victory have begun to tip in their favor.

Bang!

The silver greatsword Balmonk, which slays dragons, slashed down vertically. Although Mordred blocked the attack by wielding Clarent, the terrifying force still sent her flying a considerable distance.

"Damn it, just how thick is your skin?" Mordred was breathing heavily. Most of her armor was already broken, while Siegfried on the other side had only suffered minor injuries so far.

"You're about to lose," Siegfried said seriously. Due to the elemental advantage and the powerful defense provided by the Dragon Blood Armor, he didn't have much trouble fighting Mordred and even had the energy to observe the situation in other battles.

Currently, their Rider has gained a certain advantage. Although Archer is struggling, he has managed to hold off the opposing Rider. Lancer has also returned to the battlefield and is fighting against the red team's Lancer again. The latter is currently lacking in mana due to the release of his Noble Phantasm, and can only barely hold his own against their Lacner.

With the Sky Garden tied down, the Black side's Assassin couldn't spare the extra energy to create Dragon Tooth Soldiers. Instead, they were gradually gaining the upper hand by relying on the puppet's inherent regeneration ability.

From every perspective, they have an absolute advantage, and if the fight continues, they will definitely be the final victors.

"Tch, what does that have to do with me? Anyway, I'm not on their side," Mordred said, scoffing.

"How is it, Saber? Did you win?" Shiki, who was watching from a distance, clearly noticed that Mordred's condition was a bit off, and quickly contacted her through the contract.

"It's just an enemy of this level. Don't worry, leave it to me, Master." Mordred grinned, and the demonic sword in his hand spewed out crimson lightning, shooting out like a cannonball amidst a deafening roar. "I am destined to become king!"

"Ok?"

Siegfried frowned slightly. Logically speaking, Red Saber should have already realized the strength of his defense. In this situation, instead of choosing to look for an opening, he charged head-on, which was no different from courting death.

What is this guy thinking?

Despite his doubts, Siegfried, with his extensive combat experience, did not hesitate. He quickly got into position, ready to take the opportunity to cut off Mordred's head.

"watch out!"

Mordred shouted and, without warning, threw the demon sword in his hand straight at Siegfried.

"!" Siegfried's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously swung his sword upwards to deflect the oncoming greatsword.

But this move also left him wide open.

Let me teach you a lesson!

Mordred, wreathed in crimson lightning, mercilessly kicked Siegfried in the stomach. His B+ level strength sent the latter flying as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy truck, smashing all the golems and dragon tooth soldiers in his path to pieces.

Mordred caught the demonic sword that fell from the sky and casually hoisted it onto his shoulder: "There are no rules when you're fighting."

"Is that even allowed? Who throws their own sword to attack?" Shishigaki couldn't help but complain.

"Well~ that just shows how little you know, Master." Mordred grinned, then looked at Siegfried, who had stood up again not far away, with a slightly serious expression. "It seems that ordinary attacks are not very effective. Master, I'm going to use my Noble Phantasm."

"It's up to you now. I'll be ready to support you with Command Spells at any time."

"I take back what I said before. Master, you're still pretty reliable." Mordred raised the magic sword, and terrifying and vast magic power spread out. Blood-red lightning, as deep as blood, shot into the sky, as if to paint the entire world into an ocean of lightning.

"Master!" Siegfried raised his sword with a solemn expression. His Dragon Blood Armor could reduce any attack by a fixed B-rank damage, but the Noble Phantasm that Red Saber was about to unleash was definitely at least A-rank. Even with the protection of the Dragon Blood Armor, he would definitely not be able to withstand this attack.

However, if he were to unleash his Noble Phantasm, it would mean his true name would be completely exposed, and then his weakness on his back would be revealed...

“Go, Saber, bring me victory!” Gordes said without any hesitation.

Siegfried's lips curled into a slight smile as he raised the greatsword high in his hand: "Rest assured, Master, I will deliver the final victory for you."

The true ether originating from the Age of Gods surged forth, and a terrifying and vast pillar of magical light shot into the sky, its dim and yellowish light seemingly leading the entire world to its final end.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father, [rebellion against my handsome father (Clarent BloodArthur)]!"

"An evil dragon falls from the sky, and the world is about to enter its twilight. Smash it—the Fantasy Greatsword: Balmung!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

The crimson lightning collided with the dim yellow pillar of light, and in an instant it was as if mountains collapsed and the sky and earth shattered. A storm like a natural disaster swept across most of the battlefield. Whether it was the dragon tooth soldiers or the magic puppets, they were all torn to dust in the face of this terrifying power, leaving not even a trace.

Such a violent commotion naturally caught Yanan's attention. Staring at the crimson lightning, he couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

“It looks like Little Mo, should we…” Nidhogg’s voice echoed in his ears.

After a moment's thought, Yanan said, "I'll go. You continue dealing with the Sky Garden."

“Hmm.” Nidhogg nodded. Now, the eleven black palaces in the Sky Garden have been basically all dealt with. Although there are still twelve EX-level magic circles left, they are no longer enough to pose a great threat to her.

"You must be joking." Mordred, leaning on his magic sword, knelt on the ground, his armor almost completely shattered, his gaze fixed on Siegfried opposite him.

Although Siegfried's armor was almost completely shattered, his aura had not diminished much, and he still looked full of fighting spirit.

"Damn it, I'm definitely going to kill you!" Mordred forced himself to stand up despite the aches and pains all over his body.

"Stop being stubborn, Saber. You can't possibly beat him this time. Let's retreat!" Lion's voice echoed in her mind.

"No! I'll have even less of a chance next time!" Mordred gritted her teeth. Even someone as proud as her had to admit that she was no match for Saber of the Black Faction. If she couldn't take advantage of this opportunity to defeat her in one fell swoop, she would have no chance at all.

"Hurry up, Saber! We absolutely can't let that guy get away!" Gorde urged urgently.

"Yes, Master!" Siegfried took a deep breath, raised the Dragon Slayer Sword, and charged forward.

call out--!!

Suddenly, a black and white spear descended from the sky and plunged straight into the ground, blocking Mordred and Siegfried's path.

"You two have had enough of fighting, haven't you?"

Anan landed on the ground, reached out and picked up the Black Abyss White Flower, his majestic gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"Now, all of you, stop!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Powerful Assault, the Radiant Great Composite Temple!

"Rider?"

Siegfried immediately stopped his charge, looking at Yanan with some confusion, not understanding why the other party would appear here at this time.

Mordred looked at Yanan with a complicated expression, spat lightly, and turned her head to the side.

"Leave this to me, Saber. Go and support Archer," Yanan said calmly.

Siegfried hesitated. Although he was a bit slow-witted, he wasn't stupid. He could handle Red Saber's current condition on his own, but Rider suddenly interfered at this moment. This didn't seem right at all.

"Master, what should I do?" Unable to make a decision, he decided to seek instructions from his master.

"This..." Gold was also a little unsure.

“Let’s do as Rider says,” Danic said. Rider is far more important than Saber right now, and it would be unwise to have a falling out with him over such a small matter.

Gold secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he didn't want to ruin his relationship with Rider, since Rider had cured Sieg's body before, and from a certain perspective, Rider had done him a favor.

“Saber, do as Rider says.”

Upon receiving the instruction from his Master, Siegfried silently nodded, sheathed his dragon-slaying greatsword, but before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help turning back to Mordred and saying:

"You are a very strong opponent. I enjoyed this battle very much and hope to have the opportunity to fight you again next time."

"Hmph, you won't be so lucky next time," Mordred said, pursing his lips.

Once Siegfried had gone far away, Yanan turned his gaze to Mordred and rubbed his temples with a headache.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, seeing this brat actually appear on the battlefield still made him feel a wave of exhaustion.

"Hey, what kind of look is that?!" Under Anan's gaze, Mordred felt inexplicably guilty, just like when she was a child facing her mother Morgan. To bolster her courage, she raised her voice slightly, "I'm a Servant, isn't it normal for me to be here?"

"Didn't you already leave the red team?" Yanan said helplessly.

“I’m not helping them,” Mordred said, pursing his lips. “I just want to find an opponent to have a good fight with.”

"I don't care what your reasons are." Looking at Mordred's tattered armor, Ananon frowned slightly. "Now, go back and heal your wounds immediately. If I see you on the battlefield again, I'll..."

After a slight hesitation, Yanan said with a stern face, "I'll spank you!"

Mordred paused for a moment, then blushed slightly, saying with embarrassment and annoyance, "You, you've gone too far! Even if you are King Arthur, it has nothing to do with me, and besides, I'm a rebel..."

"Hmm?" Yanan drawled out the last syllable, raising the Black Abyss White Flower in his hand.

"Whoa!" Mordred was so frightened that she instinctively covered her butt and took a few steps back. Even in her prime, she might not be able to beat Yanan, let alone in this situation.

If she were to get spanked in public, her reputation as Lady Mordred would be completely ruined!

Seeing that his threat had an effect, Yanan felt a strange sense of accomplishment as a father. It turns out that disciplining a naughty child is such a satisfying thing!

Sigh, it feels like I've accidentally opened the door to a whole new world...

Yanan coughed lightly, composed himself, and said calmly, "Stay here and don't cause me any more trouble."

Having said that, he drew out the runes and returned to the battlefield in the sky.

Watching Yanan's departing figure, Mordred stomped her feet on the ground like an angry child, creating deep craters.

"Damn it, who does that guy think he is? Even that other person has never treated me like this, so what gives him the right..."

Lion Robber stood not far away with his arms crossed. After spending some time together, he had gained a considerable understanding of Mordred's temper. Although she appeared to be very unwilling on the surface, she was not actually that angry.

If I really had to pinpoint the reason, it would probably be because—

She finally got the attention of "King Arthur".

Boom! ...

The giant electric ball of Dendra, with a diameter of over ten meters, fell from the top of the Great Composite Temple of Radiance to the ground. Its terrifying destructive force created a huge, charred crater in the ground. Countless arcs of electricity, like countless silver snakes, leaped in all directions, covering the land within a radius of a hundred meters.

Relying on his A+ level agility, Hercules managed to escape the range of the electric arcs in time. These arcs, in addition to their considerable destructive power, also had a paralyzing effect. Once entangled, one was essentially turned into a fixed target.

Although he possessed the fur of a Nemean lion capable of negating human reasoning, these electric orbs were not tools of human civilization, but rather manifestations of divine power, attacks from which even he could not be immune.

To some extent, Ozymandias is the kind of enemy that Heracles is not good at dealing with. In a one-on-one situation, Heracles, with his unparalleled martial arts and various top-notch Noble Phantasms, would definitely be able to crush most Servants.

But now Ozymandias is sitting firmly inside the pyramid, only able to attack Heracles with the giant electric ball, leaving Heracles with great martial arts skills but unable to use them, which is a very bad situation.

This situation, which seems almost unsolvable, is truly...

Hercules drew back his obsidian bow, and nine arrows, resembling dragons, shot out, colliding with the oncoming Dendra's giant electric ball and unleashing visible shockwaves.

It's something we've always taken for granted.

Taking advantage of this brief buffer period, Hercules, with his feet firmly planted on the ground, unleashed an agility completely inconsistent with his towering figure, rushing towards the Great Composite Temple of Radiance like lightning.

"Oh? So you intend to challenge me head-on?" Ozymandias, seated on his throne, raised an eyebrow, a look of interest on his face. "Very well, considering your efforts, I will grant you this opportunity, but—"

A mysterious smile played at the corners of his lips: "I hope you won't regret your decision."