That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

The holy sword was shaken away, and Saber's blue eyes revealed a look of understanding. The Dragon Heart pounded violently, activating the Dragon Factor within her body, releasing magic power. With each breath, powerful magic flowed through her body, and the holy sword's radiance faintly broke through the Wind King's barrier.

Then, in just a few seconds, the Holy Sword and the King Sword clashed hundreds of times.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Slash! Chop! Thrust! Sweep!

The Holy Sword's onslaught surged towards Mordred like a tidal wave, forcing him to retreat and engulfing him. The sounds of metal clanging mingled together, and the bricks and stones of the street cracked open, revealing a dense network of fissures.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why! Why can't we win!

Mordred swung the royal sword back with all her might, her expression ferocious beneath her helmet.

He was transported back to the Battle of Camlann, when he challenged the King of Knights as a rebellious knight, only to find himself powerless against him.

The Knights of the Round Table only have the King's Chef and the Twisted King's Chef.

I can understand Mo Zai's mindset, given her eccentric and immature personality.

But the mistakes she made cannot be undone.

Regarding the question of the protagonist changing bodies, the protagonist created this body himself, so it's unlikely to be changed.

Chapter 154 Chef Wang and the Twisted Chef Wang

This shouldn't be happening!

Mordred roared inwardly, his immense magical power surging within him and flowing into the King's Sword, but it was steadily suppressed by the Holy Sword in the clash.

The blood of the king flows in her veins, and in order to defeat the Knight King, she stole the King's Sword, a radiant sword said to be comparable to Excalibur, from the king's treasury.

Why are they still being suppressed?!

boom!

Wang Jian was knocked away. Mordred barely managed to turn his body back to regain his balance, dodging the Holy Sword's edge and thrusting Wang Jian out like a spear.

"Innocent!"

Saber whispered, her battle intuition anticipating Mordred's movements. Her attacks were full of impetuosity, as always. She fought with beast-like instincts and immense strength, never considering the enemy's next move. It was indeed easier to win against weaker enemies, but against enemies of the same or even stronger level, her swordsmanship was full of flaws, leaving her with no way out.

Saber ducked to avoid the incoming sword, and the holy sword rose from below, the force of which, along with the floor tiles and dirt, was thrown up, blocking Mordred's view.

Oops!

Mordred gritted her teeth. With the sword flying, her body was wide open. She released magic power into her legs and dodged backward.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Saber had anticipated this, gripping the holy sword and charging forward, dragging the invisible blade as it ravaged the streets, raising clouds of dust. He wielded the holy sword with dazzling speed, each strike aimed straight for vital points.

Clang! Clang!

After a short, metallic screech, Mordred, caught off guard, was swept away by the holy sword. Blood streamed down her armor, and a ten-centimeter-long gash appeared on her chest from the sword's cleavage.

Saber stopped in his tracks, staring at Mordred, and said softly, "Lord Mordred, your sword is hesitant. Now that we are on opposing sides, if you still resent me and want to take my head, now is the perfect time."

"I know this without you telling me!" Mordred growled irritably, leaning on his sword to stand up, his injuries being healed by the magical support from his Master.

Mordred gripped the King's Sword tightly as she faced Sabser, crimson cursed magic overflowing and filling her armor.

"King of Knights, why did you participate in the Holy Grail War? What are your hopes for the Holy Grail?"

"Some trivial things."

Mordred scoffed, "Hey, King of Knights, you never used to lie. You joined the Holy Grail War for something so trivial? What a ridiculous joke! Are you resenting me? I destroyed Britain! I destroyed your ideals! I trampled the Round Table!"

Saber shook her head: "Lord Mordred, now that you have become a Heroic Spirit, you should know that these things are meaningless to Heroic Spirits."

Mordred pointed his sword at Saber and roared, "Meaningless? All I did was to say it was meaningless? What a load of bull! Haha~ I almost forgot, King of Knights, you've always been like this, irrationally rational, irrationally just. Even when the most precious things are destroyed, all you can do is forgive."

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with it. No wonder Lancelot turned out that way. If you can be king, so can I!"

Saber calmly said, "I have already said that you are not qualified to be king."

"Qualifications? Those things are proven by strength. If I defeat you, I will have the qualifications to become king."

“You’re right, but that’s just the way of war, not the way a knight should think.”

"What's the difference?" Mordred retorted dismissively.

“I once encountered an opponent named Iskandar the Conqueror. Your ideals are similar to his, although we cannot agree on the path we take. I have witnessed the world he built with the bonds between himself and his subjects, something I admire but cannot obtain. I also have to acknowledge his status as a king.”

Mordred's eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly, "In that case!"

“You are different from him, Lord Mordred. There is only one reason why I refuse you: you are not qualified to be king.”

That same phrase again! And the same reason again!

Beneath the helmet, Mordred's eyes blazed with fury, the memory of being rejected resurfacing, the despair of that time transforming into a burning fire of rage.

"Hahahaha, King of Knights, have you forgotten how you died? The qualifications of a king? You've suffered so much betrayal, the qualifications!? Well said, then go die. Stepping on the king's corpse, those noisy fellows will shut up."

boom!

Mordred, whose body was wreathed in magic, struck first, her power greater and her swordplay more ferocious.

······

The other street was unexpectedly quiet.

Hall stood on the rooftop examining the dead man's finger in his hand, his magic eye analyzing its magical properties. He smiled and asked, "A spell bullet made from a dead man's finger, I see. A good magic idea. My name is Hall, and yours is Hall."

Down on the street, Mordred's Master looked up at Hall and forced a smile: "After all, I am a necromancer. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Shishikatsu Kairi, and you are the Master of the Black Faction Servant?"

Damn!

Shishikage Kairi cursed inwardly. The cursed bullet he fired with his Mystic Code was easily blocked by Hall. The moment he saw Hall, Shishikage Kairi knew that he had no chance of winning. The difference in their abilities was too great. Shishikage Kairi had no doubt that if Hall wanted to, he could vaporize his body in less than a second.

He's not the type to waste time with enemies unless they're far more powerful than him.

“Yes.” Hall laughed heartily.

"Why don't you kill me?"

Why should I kill you?

nonsense!

Shishikage Kairi swallowed the words in his mouth, considered his situation, and reorganized his words, saying in a more polite way: "I am the Master of the Red Team. If you kill me, the Servant will also leave the stage."

“You pose no threat to me, and there is no point in killing you. Besides, my servants also wish to rekindle our old camaraderie.”

Comradeship?

Shiki-kai was taken aback. His servant was the rebellious knight Mordred, and his only ally was the Knights of the Round Table.

"Just as you thought, my servant is the Knight King, one of the Knights of the Round Table."

Shiki Jie Li chuckled dryly: "Uh... isn't this a rather terrible reunion?"

King Arthur and the rebellious knight who led to the downfall of Britain...

"But it's interesting. By the way, although I won't kill you for now, considering that you are the Master of the Red Team, as the price for releasing you, you need to provide useful information in exchange for your freedom, such as the identity of the Servant summoned by the Red Team."

After a moment's hesitation, Shizi Jieli decisively chose to betray his companion, holding up three fingers and saying, "I've only met three of them, but I don't know their real names."

"Describe their facial features."

"Assassin, a woman with an extravagant black dress, long black hair, elven ears, and a beautiful face."

Yes, Semiramis, the Assyrian queen, as expected.

"Archer, also a woman with long black hair, wears very little clothing and carries what appears to be a Noble Phantasm. It is gold and blue, and very large, looking like a giant bow without a bowstring. It is said that her Master is one of the three families that once constructed the Holy Grail system."

The information was a bit vague, but when Shishikage Kairi mentioned that the Master was one of the three starter families, Hall guessed that it was Ishtar.

"Caster, a blue-haired male, whose weapon is a wooden staff, judging from the pattern on his clothes, should be a servant from the Celtic gods."

Among the male Casters carrying wooden staffs, only Cú Chulainn fits the description.

Hall's expression was strange. Coincidentally, he and Cú Chulainn were now considered fellow disciples.

Chapter 155 The Four Heavenly Kings Who Roam the Moon

Shishikage Kairi and Mordred are one of Hall's favorite pairings in the Fate/Apocrypha world, and they have a father-daughter feel to them.

Of course, this is not enough to justify Hall letting him go. They play positive roles in the original work, and it is uncertain what consequences would result from killing them rashly when the situation is still unresolved.

The bigger reason why Hall let the Lion's Revenge go is probably that he couldn't bear to disturb Saber and Mordred's "father-son reunion".

In any case, the scene was very interesting and enjoyable.

"Don't die too quickly, Red Team Master."

After gathering the intelligence, Hall smiled, said goodbye to Lion's Robbery, and left.

"Whoo~"

Shiki-kai watched Hall's figure disappear, exhaled a breath of turbid air, took off his sunglasses with his right hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and muttered, "He actually let me go so easily. Isn't he the Black Faction's Master? Why did he do this? And the aura on his body... it's more like a Servant than a Master."

Shizi Jieli trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, leaned against the wall, lit it, and took a deep drag: "I'll definitely ask that guy for extra pay after I finish this job."

The three Knight-class Servants are of great significance in the Holy Grail War, and the battles between factions are affected by the Holy Grail system. Even if it is a test, the Red side will not allow Mordred to venture into the Black side's territory alone.

Hall sensed the presence of the second Red Team Servant.

The body landed on the roof of a building, looking down at the dark figures on the street below.

"what?"

Like Mordred, he was covered in armor, which was black and dull, yet did not appear bulky. Black mist permeated the gaps in the armor, and the closed helmet was tied with a blue ribbon, which flowed gracefully. There was a V-shaped crack on the face of the armor, through which a faint red light shone.

The black knight's armor was shrouded in a chaotic and violent aura, and even Hall's mastery of the armor could not see through his attribute values.

Despite being unable to obtain any information from him, Hall knew very well his identity: Lancelot, who was supposed to be summoned in the Fourth Holy Grail War as a Berserker.

"One of the four kings of the old Type-Moon universe, haha, now we have two traitors among the Knights of the Round Table." Hall's lips curled into a strange smile, but he dared not underestimate the Berserker in front of him.

Without considering compatibility issues, in terms of Noble Phantasm and stats, Lancelot is comparable to Hercules, a Berserker-class Servant, and stands at the pinnacle of first-rate Servants.

Possessing two A++ rank Noble Phantasms, "Indestructible Lake Light" and "Knights Never Die Barehanded," with Strength A, Agility A+, and Durability A, a typical overpowered stat distribution.