I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Mordred nodded slightly after hearing Arthas's words, a cheerful smile appearing on his face, and his eyes showing agreement.

"Although I don't want it to be this way, I still have to agree with what you said."

Lion's Claw was slightly surprised to hear this. Although he did not know about the Lich King's past, he was very familiar with Mordred, the famous rebellious knight.

"What? Mordred, didn't you rebel against your father, King Arthur, precisely because of the throne?"

Arthas stiffened for a moment, then turned his head to look at Mordred standing next to Lion's Claw, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable meaning.

Mordred was naturally not pleased when asked this question. He immediately recalled some things from his past life, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

"Tsk! Because that Wang refuses to acknowledge me just because of my background. My talents and everything else are the same, even though I admire her so much."

"That's why I want her to understand this clearly, to realize that her politics is meaningless!"

Arthas listened to Mordred's confession in silence, while Shikigami continued to press for answers.

"Then isn't the wish you entrusted to the Holy Grail simply to become king?"

"I have no intention of becoming king through the power of the Holy Grail, or rather, that is not my ultimate goal at all."

As Mordred spoke, she dissipated her magic and removed her heavy armor, revealing a very revealing outfit.

"You are probably familiar with the legend of how King Arthur became king, Master. My wish is simply to challenge the sword that the King of Knights once drew. That's all."

"Just a challenge?"

Shiki Jie Li stroked the small mustache on his chin, and his opinion of Mordred began to change.

Although his impression of this rebellious knight had already crumbled the moment the other party revealed his face, King Arthur's son was actually a girl?

However, Lion's Demise was very glad that he hadn't said those words out loud. Didn't he see that the Lich King was attacked on the spot just for calling her "little girl"?

(Voiceover: Actually, when Mordred's father participated in the Holy Grail War, he was also called a little girl by a king, but the good-natured King Arthur didn't go berserk.)

“That’s right. Because there’s no way I can’t pull out that sword, after all, we share the same blood.”

Mordred looked quite confident; without such a firm belief, he would never have rebelled against King Arthur.

Arthas was deeply moved by the act of drawing the sword, but he also fully understood Mordred's thoughts.

The biggest difference between the two is that Mordred never reached the position he dreamed of, while he was successfully crowned king.

"Compared to the status and power of a king, do you desire to be recognized as qualified to be a king? A very mature idea, worthy of my approval."

"Tch! Who needs your approval? Even if you don't approve, I'll still do it."

Although Mordred was pleased to be recognized, he couldn't bring himself to say it outwardly and could only respond in this way.

"Since you're somewhat sensible, I'll reluctantly agree to join you as a companion. However, I won't compromise on the magic supply!"

Arthas did not find Mordred's childish behavior inappropriate or offensive, because he did see a reflection of his younger self in this rebellious knight.

However, back then, as a paladin, he was an exceptionally outstanding individual, far more polite and well-mannered than Mordred, that wild girl.

"You will definitely succeed, Mordred. As you can see now, you are indeed a very good knight."

Seeing that the two Servants were willing to coexist peacefully, Shiki-kai Kairi breathed a sigh of relief and gave Arthas a grateful look. It was truly kind of this king to be so magnanimous.

Arthas nodded slightly in response. Compared to the eccentric subordinates in the Scourge, Mordred's actions were hardly out of line.

Moreover, there used to be someone with an MAX imagination who would say "I understand" at the drop of a hat, which meant that even if Arthas didn't understand what was happening, he had to try to respond in order to maintain his kingly dignity.

That's what you call mentally exhausted.

"Now that we've reached a consensus, where is our enemy? Master, I can't wait to get started!"

Mordred shouted eagerly, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, as if his whole body was burning with fighting spirit.

However, Shizi Jieli did not hesitate to pour cold water on Mordred's head, clearly telling her that it was not the time to cause trouble yet.

"Calm down, we need to go to church first and confess to the priest."

Arthas understood the sarcasm in Shishikage Kairi's words, and knew that he was going to meet up with the other Masters and Servants of the Red Faction, but he still said:

"Send the Lich King to the Land of Light to repent? Jie Li, are you already prepared to break with everyone and declare war?"

"When the time comes, I will not hesitate to take action. Destroy everything within sight."

Cold sweat immediately trickled down Lion Jie Li's forehead. He had indeed forgotten to consider the irreconcilable conflict between the dead and the church that had existed for thousands of years.

"Well, I'll trouble you to wait outside for a while, Your Majesty. Mordred and I can go in."

Arthas nodded. In truth, his animosity toward the Church wasn't that severe, because as a former paladin, he wasn't afraid of the Holy Light even after becoming an undead.

This was thanks to the premium items from the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Even the Scourge was mutated due to the Lich King's changes, becoming a truly fearless undead Scourge.

"After all, I am an unofficial official, so I should be considered a hidden trump card in your hands, Jie Li, right? Therefore, it is best not to reveal myself easily unless absolutely necessary."

Chapter 151 The Double Judge

Lion's Claw agreed with Arthas's suggestion that, regardless of whether it was for the Red or Black side, the eighth-class Avengers should avoid being exposed as much as possible.

After all, the Lich King is an illegal being.

Although fairness seems to have been completely ruined in this Holy Grail War.

Neither the Yggdrasil clan, who had long held the Holy Grail in their hands, nor the seemingly harmless priest Shirou Kotomine, were kind-hearted individuals.

rule.

Ultimately, it's just something the strong set out and demanded the weak follow, while the strong themselves are not bound by it at all.

When the rules of the Holy Grail War break down, this situation will naturally not be allowed, so Servants who act as referees will descend as adjudicators.

They came to oversee the proper conduct of the Holy Grail War and to prevent anything from going against the rules.

In this way, the existence of the Arbitrator is clearly an absolute obstacle for Masters and Servants.

This guy made it impossible for everyone to cheat, which severely impacted the gaming experience.

In response, some people naturally began to think of ways to solve this problem, and the simplest way was to take action and kill the adjudicator.

Inside the church, Father Kotomine Shiro, with his dark skin and white hair, was silently praying before the statue of the Lord, while behind him, a layer of magical ripples emanated.

A handsome servant with white hair and red eyes, dressed in golden armor, appeared, holding a strangely shaped spear in his hand. His mere presence brought a few rays of light to the dark surroundings.

"I received orders from my Master to come and support you."

Kotomine Shiro had just finished praying when he heard his servant's words and slowly turned around, his face bearing the gentle smile that was typical of a priest.

“Yes, I do need your help. The Arbiter has arrived, and I need you to eliminate him on the way, Karna.”

Karna nodded without hesitation, completely disregarding the fact that doing so violated the rules of the Holy Grail War.

For him, the Master's command is supreme.

"Leave it to me, but I still need you to provide the other party's exact location."

Kotomine Shiro had great confidence in Karna's abilities, or rather, he was full of confidence in winning this Holy Grail War.

Thanks to the wealthy and powerful Clock Tower, the Servants summoned by the Red Team can only be described as an "overpowered concentration camp".

Apart from Shakespeare, who is relatively weak in the Caster class, the other Archer class Atalanta, Rider class Achilles, Lancer class Karna, and Berserker class Heracles are all famous heroes in mythology.

In addition, there's the Assassin-class Servant Semiramis that I summoned in advance, and the Saber-class Servant that I'll get tomorrow.

Kotomine Shirou really didn't know what to say. Unless the opponent was a Grand Servant directly dispatched by the Counter Force, even a Breakthrough-class Servant couldn't turn the tide.

Thinking of this, Kotomine Shiro closed his eyes again, clasped his hands together, and began to pray devoutly.

"Almighty Lord, thank you for giving me the opportunity to finally fulfill my compassionate wish and save mankind."

Although Shiro Kotomine felt confident that he had everything under control, the actual situation of this Holy Grail War was far more complicated than he had anticipated.

Not only Arthas, the eighth-class Avenger who was summoned illegally, but even the Arbitrators underwent changes that no one was aware of.

Although the adjudicators are prohibited from interfering in the Holy Grail War at will, they can use force to suppress those who disagree when necessary.

Just like in some boxing matches, when a boxer is unhappy or disagrees with the referee's decision, he might get angry and directly hit the referee. But such people are often the ones who end up getting punched and knocked to the ground by the referee.

This fully demonstrates that the reason a referee is a referee is not because he is old and has stepped down, but because he has already defeated all opponents on the field and entered a lonely state of seeking no one to defeat.

The Holy Grail War is no different. If you want all the unruly Masters and Servants to obey the rules, the Arbiter must first be strong enough.

However, for some reason, he could only rely on Joan of Arc, who had appeared in person, and it was clear that his own strength was insufficient to undertake such a heavy and difficult task.

Therefore, adhering to the principle that since the participants are divided into two sides anyway, and the rules do not stipulate that a Holy Grail War can only have one arbitrator.

To ensure the Holy Grail War proceeded smoothly, the mischievous and ambitious Holy Grail once again pulled a suitable Servant from the Throne of Heroes and bestowed upon him the title of Judge.

In other words, the Arbiter exists in two forms in this Holy Grail War, and the newly arrived Servant is much stronger in combat than Jeanne d'Arc.

"Well, I really didn't expect that I would be chosen to be in charge of maintaining the fairness of the Holy Grail War, while the other adjudicator's task is to focus on dealing with the so-called mastermind?"

Saint Martha, who had just arrived by a clear river in Romania, stood there muttering complaints, extremely dissatisfied with being pulled into overtime work at the last minute.

"The power of restraint really goes all out when it comes to manipulating people, squeezing out every last bit of value. Why not send the Grand Ranks to handle something this troublesome!"

Martha may have said it, but since she was already here, she would diligently fulfill her duties, after all, the restraining force Alaya had already instructed her on many things before she came.

Although Martha disagreed with Alaya's various hints that she should blow the whistle unfairly, she was not a conservative person. In the end, all she had to do was find the most despicable troublemaker and teach him a lesson.

"Hmph! I'll be sure to give you a good beating to vent my anger, don't you think, Tarask?"

Tarask, who was lying at Martha's feet, felt the intense resentment and displeasure of his older sister, which was so strong that it was almost tangible. So he quietly stayed there without saying a word and simply pretended to be dead.

But in the end, Tarask still couldn't escape being used as a punching bag. In this desolate place, Marda once again recreated the glory days when she persuaded Tarask.

Since no one around could see it, Martha didn't need to maintain her glorious image as a saint, thus revealing the truth of the so-called persuasion in the legend.

After all the Servants had arrived, the last Servant who had not yet appeared was summoned, namely the assassin belonging to the Black faction.

Inside a residence in Tulipas City, the Master belonging to the Yggdrasil drew a magic circle and placed the relic he had prepared on it.

With the infusion of magic and the chanting of incantations, the magic circle lit up with a dazzling light, illuminating the pitch-black room that had been devoid of any light.

Chapter 152 The Madman

Tulipas, a city of dilapidated houses.

Cloud, the last Master of the Yggdrasil clan to participate in the war, begins his own summoning.

Although he was not entirely satisfied with his future role in the Holy Grail War, he couldn't blame anyone else.