That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Ishtar piloted the Sky Bow Maana towards Mordred on the ground.

"Humph."

Mordred scoffed, unleashing the full power of his Berserk Blessing, completely freeing himself from all constraints, and raised his longsword: "I'm in better shape than ever before, and I have nothing to fear even if you're my opponent."

呲味~

Mordred's body transformed into crimson lightning and vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

“What…” Ishtar was stunned.

Mordred possesses the A-rank innate skill [Magic Release], which allows her to enhance her body and even her weapons with magic. Having obtained infinite magic power, Mordred is similar to Black Saber, who possesses infinite magic power.

Even a simple release of magic can achieve the effect of a Noble Phantasm, continuously enhancing physical speed and strength through [Magic Release].

A flash of red light appeared, and Mordred appeared before Hall, gripping the ominous royal sword and slashing down, roaring, "This kind of battle suits me best!"

Ishtar cried out in alarm, "Watch out!"

Hall remained calm. His Magic Eyes saw through Mordred's movements. Putting aside her speed, her offensive intentions were quite simple.

In the Type-Moon universe, high-level battles should be a clash between concepts.

In fact, Hall could have ended the battle by standing still and using the Mystic Eye.

But this method is good in every way except that it lacks romance and a sense of exhilaration.

Since they're not on the same level, there's no need to escalate the fight to that level. Teaching a brat a lesson is all about doing whatever feels good.

Before the ominous sword of kings could strike, Hall, who was already prepared, reacted with even greater speed, whipping out a thunderous whip with his right leg.

boom!

It struck Mordred squarely in the abdomen, shattering his armor and sending metal fragments into his body.

The crimson lightning covering Mordred's body exploded, and his body flew thousands of meters across the pure white holy city.

The mere "Magic Release" technique can be seen through at a glance by the Magic Eye, which can then be calculated and integrated into one's own Spirit Origin for use in a more complete and perfect form.

[Magic Unleashed]: A+

"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Mordred wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, heard the sound of the waves, and glanced behind him into the deep darkness.

The final wave has arrived, and its roar is the sound of the world crumbling.

"We can't win."

"But I will fight on!"

"Just a little bit more, and the king's dream will be realized..."

Mordred steadied his longsword, gazing at Hall in the distance. Crimson lightning rose again, its roar drowning out the sound of the waves.

Her spiritual energy can burn for one minute, during which her combat power increases several times over.

However, it's questionable whether she can even last a minute against Hall.

A sky full of crimson lightning struck the barrier around Hall, but it couldn't even create a ripple.

Mordred launched a desperate attack on Hall, each time he got close he was knocked away even faster, either crashing to the ground and causing a massive collapse, flying out of sight, or crashing into the high walls of the Holy City and shattering them.

Each attack inflicted wounds severe enough to kill a Servant, yet Mordred's aura remained unchanged as she roared as she continued her assault.

On the other side, Ishtar gave up on stopping Mordred, and sighed as if she had seen something: "The wretched fellow."

Even with the blessing of rampage, Mordred is still significantly weaker than Hall in terms of strength.

boom!

Hall's fist passed through Mordred's body without drawing blood, and in his palm he grasped a faint light—Mordred's spirit core, which flickered like a candle in the wind.

"Have you given up?" Hall asked calmly. The most effective way to discipline a brat is always with your fists.

Mordred leaned weakly against Hall, her limbs almost transparent, utterly powerless to fight back. Yet, a satisfied smile graced her face as she murmured, "What a... nice dream."

Other Knights of the Round Table might feel guilty about the Lion King's actions, but Mordred alone would not. Known as the Rebellious Knight, her only wish was to fulfill the King's expectations.

This singularity granted all her wishes.

Hall was about to extinguish her spiritual light.

Mordred continued, "Now I understand. You are the Queen's greatest obstacle, her greatest enemy, regardless of whether she is the Lion King or the Knight King, because..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mordred's body turned into light and disappeared.

"What a disappointment."

Hall released the possession of the Cosmic Spirit, which then returned to its original spherical form.

Hall didn't care much about Mordred's words. Mordred was a bit thick-skinned and had a carefree personality. What could she possibly understand?

It seems like 5 words isn't enough to finish writing this.

Chapter 459 The Return of the Holy Sword

Mordred is dealt with.

Hall's Demon Eye sensed the anomaly and turned to look at the pure white holy city. Golden light fell from the sky, forming curtains that covered the holy city like the Northern Lights, which was very beautiful.

The concept of the end of the world is thus established; the Tower of the End is being built, and the waves of the end are surging forth.

"It's almost a spacetime rift barrier. You can't help them anymore. Do you really think humanity can defeat that storm goddess? In the end, humans and gods are not beings from the same dimension." Ishtar crossed her arms, her golden eyes fixed on the dazzling golden barrier, which resembled a golden storm, with layers of light curtains rotating around the tower.

The barrier created by the Holy Lance Rungomminiad is the true form of the Tower of the End. Its essence is the highest-level Reality Barrier, just like the Feathered Serpent God's Noble Phantasm [Solar Calendar Stone]. It is equivalent to a small world, and even Ishtar in the present day cannot do anything to the Tower of the End.

Hall did not answer Ishtar's question, but calmly surveyed the battlefield.

Egypt's mythical beast legion entered the Pure White Holy City, where they fought against the elite Cautionary Knights, delaying the Holy City's counterattack.

The first Hassan was still fighting Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, at the main gate. The sandstorm blocked out the sun. The black swordsman's greatsword was steady and powerful, and he was unhurried. He seemed to be at a disadvantage in the battle, but in fact, every sword he struck perfectly neutralized Gawain's offensive.

Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, was destined not for his sword, but for the city.

The first Hassan only needed to stall for time and wait for destiny to arrive.

The great hero Arash occupied the high walls of the Holy City, providing ranged support, and each arrow could take down a Holy City knight.

Xuanzang sacrificed his spirit to activate his Noble Phantasm, shattering the main gate of the Holy Capital. His disciple, Taisho Omote, then engaged in battle with the Holy Capital's soldiers.

Hassan the Hundred-Faced and Hassan the Cursed Arm fought together against Tristan, but were at a disadvantage.

Gareth led the Allied soldiers to defeat the reinforcements of the Righteous Knights.

The rest of the people have entered the royal city and cannot be observed. Such a chaotic situation cannot be discerned by observing the spirit base reactions.

Holmer said, "Despite subtle differences, the core issue remains the same, and the same outcome will ultimately be reached."

"There's nothing I need to do, at least not right now."

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More than ten minutes later, the dazzling lightning crossed the light curtain of the Tower of the End at the edge of the world, followed by the sky filled with golden radiance, which materialized into a magnificent and huge pyramid that crashed down.

The Radiant Great Composite Temple.

Its quality is comparable to that of the Holy City, and its essence is the same as that of the Tower of the End, a top-level inherent barrier. When the two collide, it is a collision between two worlds.

"Look at the sky!"

"Lightning followed by pyramids, this is too chaotic!"

"Could it be the Sun King?"

"hold onto!"

Under the horrified gazes of all the soldiers, the golden spiral of light shattered and vanished along with the magnificent pyramid.

The final wave surged beyond the Holy City, and the world was eroded by the storm, continuously collapsing and disintegrating.

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Before the throne, Bedivere is confronting the Lion King.

The silver-haired knight's eyes filled with nostalgia: "That's because I still remember your smile that day, King Arthur."

As he spoke, Bedivere raised his right hand, and his silver right arm was gradually covered with a layer of gold.

Influenced by its radiance, the Lion King sensed a change in his Spirit Origin, recalled past memories, and laboriously tried to dissuade him: "Wait... don't use that. If you lose that, you will..."

“On behalf of the Knights of the Round Table, I thank you and apologize to you. This must also be the reason why they stand here to fight. I am a sinner just like them, and you alone have borne all the darkness of that era. You are the only one who has never experienced the glory of the Round Table.”

Bedivere closed his eyes, his voice filled with radiant sincerity: "King of Britain, King Arthur who saved Britain, you are our brightest star, the source of our glory."

"Now, I can finally return this sword and atone for my sins."

"The silver arm shines with its light. (Excalibur)"

The silver-haired knight's right arm shone with a dazzling light that overshadowed the brilliance of the holy lance.

Before this golden radiance, the body of Bedivere, the owner of the arm, dissipated like a candle in the wind, his face bearing a serene and contented smile.

There were no tears, because they had already run dry before we even arrived here.

The Lion King instinctively took a step back.

Faced with the golden radiance, faced with the smile of the silver-haired knight.

The Lion King endured the mental anguish as long-buried memories were awakened, and he slowly reached out to touch the golden radiance.

"I see."

"That forest, that hill, and the knight who stayed by my side until the very end, weeping for me."

"So that's how it is. This is the truth that Lord Holmes was talking about."

"To eliminate that regret, you endured countless hardships and wandered endlessly."

"Well done, I will be the best knight in the end."

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At one point, the storm abruptly stopped.

When the final wave receded, Hall knew the battle was over.