That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Hall shook his head and said, "But what would happen if I used a contract to force you to comply?"

Ishtar's small face hardened, and her golden eyes shone: "I will break my pact with the Round Table and give up all my possessions. If you dare to do that, I will be absolutely furious! I will never forgive you for the rest of my life! This is not only because of the treasure, but also because you have trampled on my dignity as a goddess!"

Hall's smile remained unchanged, his tone indifferent: "Normally I will give you ample respect, but before considering your own pleasure, you'd better think about whose servant you are now, and who you are standing in front of."

Seeing that Hall seemed genuinely angry, Ishtar quickly softened her tone, pleading pitifully, "I...I know, what can I do? They've given me so much. If I ignore it, I'll die from the pain. So please, don't use force. I promise I'll make it up to you later. I'll do anything you ask!"

"No need for later, it's fine now."

Hall glanced at Mordred on the ground with ill intent: "Go and take care of that Knight of the Round Table on the ground, then I won't make a move before the outcome of this war is decided. Your contract with the Round Table shouldn't prohibit harming them, it only asks to delay my time, right?"

When Bedivere returns the Holy Sword, the outcome will be decided, and that will be the time for Hall and the Lion King to fight.

Anyway, the Divine Beast Legion has enough combat power, and it can even turn the tables on the Knights of the Round Table.

Contracts also have a priority order, and this is even more true of contracts made hastily. They are unlikely to be very perfect. Ishtar judged that delaying Hall's time was more important than killing the Knights of the Round Table.

"what?"

Ishtar's consciousness had already reconnected with the goddess contract she had signed and questioned it, only to find that, just as Hall had said, this behavior did not constitute a violation of her contract with the Knights of the Round Table.

why?

Ishtar couldn't help but look at Hall with a strange gaze, and as if sensing the chill, she crossed her arms and whispered, "I mean... this wasn't part of your plan either, was it?"

Hall smiled gently: "How could that be? I just thought of it myself."

“A demon… a real demon.” Ishtar shuddered. She was known as the Venusian Demon by some, but Hall was on a completely different level.

Chapter 458 Mordred the Rebel

The ground, beneath the shattered walls of the holy city.

Hearing Hall and Ishtar's conversation, Mordred, whose injuries were quite severe, almost ground her teeth to powder: "You damned magician, just how far do you intend to trample on my dignity!"

Ishtar descended to a certain height, looked down at Mordred, raised her right hand, and a golden magic bullet appeared at her fingertips. She said apologetically, "Just like we said before, so I'm sorry. You should also be well aware of his danger. Sacrificing one of you would definitely be more beneficial than harmful to your overall situation."

"Do you really believe that cunning magician?"

"Yes, he is my Master, not the kind governed by Command Seals, but more like the relationship between the Round Table and the Lion King. There is a deeper connection between our souls, so I can sense whether what he said was true or false."

“They’re all such bastards…” Mordred lowered her head, making it impossible to see her face, but her voice revealed her anger and… helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Hall gestured for Ishtar to stop and said calmly, "Isn't you, Mordred, the most despicable of the Knights of the Round Table? I've met you several times, yet I've never felt any remorse from you. All of Lia's ideals in life have been destroyed by your hands."

"Repent? Who do you think you are, my old man?"

In a sense, that is indeed true...

"Give the arrogant a proper despair."

Hall shrugged, sensing the immense magical power about to erupt from Mordred's body, and beckoned to Ishtar: "I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to take a rest."

"Understood~"

“You damned magician, you haven’t forgotten what my blessing was, have you?” Mordred grinned.

Hall sensed something unusual. His magic eye observed the changes in Mordred's spirit origin and discovered that it was being converted into magic power at an extraordinary speed. He then called out the name of the blessing on her body in a deep voice: "Berserk."

Berserk, as the name suggests, is a rather simple and brutal ability that inflicts a thousand damages on the enemy while also inflicting eight hundred on oneself. It involves burning one's spiritual foundation and enduring extraordinary pain to gain an almost unlimited amount of magical power.

To put it bluntly, it's a slow self-destruction, a slow stella.

Mordred smiled and explained, "You know what? Originally, Agrave wanted me, Lancelot, and that bastard Tristan to deal with you together, but allying with her and dealing with you together was the Lion King's order. Now I finally understand the King's intentions. The King must have foreseen this."

"Wang also knows your personality very well. You can't stand being betrayed by your servant more than winning or losing. Plus, she is a tough opponent, so you should try to avoid fighting her as much as possible."

"The king has seen through all of this, so I stand here, standing before you!"

"Even if I can't witness Wang's great achievements, that's great, really great! My death has been worthwhile. Before this body collapses, you will be my last opponent! I can finally go all out and have a big fight."

Hall remained silent, his thoughts racing, and he quickly understood Mordred's meaning. He had never imagined that he would be seen through at one point. He realized, "Although the Lion King possesses the vision of the Magic King, she cannot see through my plans. This arrangement is based on the Lion King's understanding of her own character and her experience in war."

So...

He was a master strategist, outmaneuvering Hall, Ishtar, and Mordred all at once, yet each of the parties involved willingly accepted the outcome.

Ishtar obtained the treasure without needing to become an enemy of Hor, thus not constituting a betrayal in any real sense, though it wouldn't really matter anyway, since she was, after all, the goddess Ishtar.

Hall had fulfilled his role in the war, and there was little point in continuing to intervene. Ishtar and Mordred's alliance gave Hall a reason to slack off.

As for Mordred, she had long wanted to compete with Hall. She knew she could not defeat Hall, but if her death could stop Hall, then it would have achieved its greatest value.

The goals of everyone have been achieved, forming a closed loop in which everyone is mutually constrained and unable to break free.

呲味味~

Mordred's magical reaction exceeded the level of a Servant; crimson lightning surged forth, turning sand and rocks into lava wherever it touched, forcing the Sphinx Legion to retreat.

Even Ishtar found it troublesome.

Hall nodded and sighed softly, "I see. You really are spoiled by the lion."

The Lion King could have made a better arrangement for Ishtar.

"Of course, that's why I answered the Lion King's call. This time! This time I will definitely not let my father down! No, I have already achieved it, I am satisfied, so... what follows is my personal indulgence." Mordred laughed gleefully, and crimson lightning pierced the sky, illuminating half of the holy city.

"This is no joke..."

In the sky, Ishtar patted the Heavenly Bow Maana, intending to open a portal to the Age of Gods universe and unleash the true name of her Noble Phantasm.

Hall raised his hand to stop her and said calmly to Mordred, "Since it's the Lion King's arrangement, I'll play along with you for a bit."

Ishtar's Noble Phantasm is too powerful. Not to mention that the outcome of the battle might be decided when she uses it, the Venus concept would definitely wipe out half of the Allied soldiers.

Hall reached out and grabbed the Spirit of the Universe. With a firm grip, the being, symbolizing the concept of the divine universe, shattered and disappeared, its spirit origin merging into Hall's body.

It surpasses the Fantasy Bell, surpasses dragon species, and even surpasses the strongest divine beast.

His long robe shattered and disappeared, replaced by a tight-fitting bodysuit and light armor that allowed for easy movement, full of the style of a Servant from the Celtic mythology series. Behind him, the starry river shone brilliantly, his body connected with the universe, providing endless magical power and a high concentration of existence.

After completing the transformation, Hall's spirit origin reaction radiated outwards, spreading throughout the entire area of ​​the Sixth Singularity.

All the Servants in this world can sense a transcendent presence in the darkness.

Ishtar gasped in surprise, "It has such an ability? What is that treasure that looks like a cosmic artifact?"

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At the main gate of the Holy City, the war begins.

Wave after wave of soldiers charged against the Holy City soldiers' formation. The difference in the soldiers' quality was now clearly visible. The Holy City soldiers were extremely strong individually, and their team combat capabilities far surpassed those of the Allied Forces.

Even though the combined forces outnumbered the Holy Land soldiers tenfold, they could not break through the Holy City's soldiers in a short time.

The one who broke this deadlock was a Servant with stronger individual abilities.

The first Hassan held off Gawain, while Xuanzang used his treasure to break through the main gate of the Holy City, allowing Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group to successfully infiltrate and head towards the tower.

Along the way, they naturally encountered the Knights of the Round Table who came to fight them.

"father!"

The moment he heard the girl's delicate shout, Lancelot's consciousness wavered, and he almost dropped his longsword. An unprecedented and strange feeling welled up inside him, filled with warmth and mixed with deep nostalgia. His thoughts were too busy to process what he was thinking, and he watched helplessly as the shield was raised and smashed towards him.

Boom!

Lancelot was slammed into the ground by the shield, sending debris flying and creating a huge crater several meters in radius, demonstrating the weight of the shield.

Mashu gripped the giant shield, her voice sharp with anger: "I know everything, Lord Lancelot! If you remain obstinate, I will use the weight of a city to persuade you! Do you understand?"

"Huh? This aura? This tone that doesn't treat a father like a father, you...you...you are!?" Lancelot, whose body was embedded in the ground with only his head showing, was stunned by the shield pressing down on him.

"That's right, the one possessing this body is Knight Galahad. Do you have any questions?"

"Forehead···"

"..."

Lancelot smiled wryly: "No wonder it felt familiar back then. I understand now. I won't stop you, but it's too late."

Mashu retorted angrily, "You know what the King is doing, so why didn't you stop him?"

Lancelot offered no explanation: "Although I also disapprove of the King's actions, I do not want to betray the King again and disappoint his expectations."

“Dad! And now?” Mashu demanded sternly.

Lancelot blushed slightly: "I know~ I know~ Don't use that title, I'll explode from my racing heart. I've fulfilled my duty, and now I'm going to fight for myself, to cut through the last vestiges of confusion, so... is there anything you need me to do?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs-up from the side: "Well done, Mashu!"

Bedwell couldn't help but chuckle: "As expected, Lord Lancelot just can't do anything about him."

As they spoke, everyone's expression changed drastically. They looked towards the west side of the Holy City and sensed a powerful aura, filled with oppression. Crimson lightning filled the sky and intertwined with the void of the universe, forming a strange and profound spectacle.

"what?"

"What's going on in that direction?!"

"This pressure is even stronger than when facing the Lion King, but it's not the Sun King, impossible! Who is it?"

"teacher!?"

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Radiant Grand Composite Temple

King Ozymandias, seated on his throne, suddenly opened his eyes and laughed heartily: "As expected of the hero I have chosen! He's finally getting serious. I suppose that Lion King can't hold back any longer."

"Nitocris, prepare your defenses!"

"How could such an interesting thing be complete without Yu?"

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One minute

Mordred's state of burning her spirit origin can only last for one minute. Regardless of the outcome, she will disappear from this world after one minute.

Ishtar stared at Mordred and complained, "Even if you don't allow me to use my Noble Phantasm, our contract won't change, and I will deal with her."

"If this were Uruk, it would be alright, but how much strength do you have left?" Hall scoffed.

This isn't the Age of Gods, and there's no such thing as fame or local advantage here. Ishtar's current strength is at least halved.

"Never mind that! I'm going for it!"