That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Assassin Li Shuwen's Master, Gold, is an obese middle-aged magician.

Fiore, the Master of Lancer Ereshkigal, is a female magician who sits in a wheelchair.

Sereneke, the Master of Rider Astolfo, is a bespectacled female magician with a cold and indifferent gaze like that of a snake. Her gaze occasionally sweeps over her Servant, Rider Astolfo, and she cannot hide her morbid love and fanaticism as if she had spotted prey.

Finally, there's Correspondent, who seems to have little presence, the Master of Berserker Frankenstein and Fiore's younger brother.

This is basically all of Black's fighting strength.

The projections showed two different battlefields: one was Hall, whose battle had ended, and the other was the fierce battle between the black and red Sabers.

The wheelchair-bound magician Fiore hesitated before speaking, "That black Berserker..."

Danic chimed in: "His strength is undoubtedly very strong. He should have a Noble Phantasm that can conceal information. Even using the Master's authority, no information can be seen. But judging from his performance, his overall attributes are at least A-rank or higher."

"What I find even more unbelievable is that the artificial... Caster actually won." The overweight middle-aged magician quickly changed his mind before he could finish speaking, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and saying, "Is he really Caster? He can manipulate elements to deal with the Black Berserker's strong attack."

Now that things have come to this, Gold has no choice but to acknowledge Hall's identity; his strength is the best reason.

Danic looked at Assassin, who was standing upright to the side, and asked, "Assassin, you've fought him before, what did you think?"

Old-fashioned sunglasses covered Assassin's eyes. He nodded and said, "Very strong. His combat awareness, tactics, and skills are more like those of an experienced martial arts fighter. In addition, he is proficient in magic. To use a Chinese idiom, he is like a tiger with wings."

In the audience, Rider, with her pink hair, looked at Hall on the screen with wide, dreamy eyes, like a fangirl seeing her idol, and said, "Wow~ I wonder what era this hero is from. I really want to know his name."

"Speaking of which, what about Saber?" Curles, the Master of Berserker Frankenstein, asked curiously, raising his hand.

Serenekee, the Master of Rider Astolfo, crossed her arms and calmly analyzed with one hand on her chin: "Saber was originally the Servant with the highest overall ability. On this basis, the Sabers of both the Black and Red factions are very capable."

"Huh? Why is the king nowhere to be seen at such an important time?" Rider looked around and asked curiously.

For a moment, no one answered.

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Blue and red figures clashed in the street, with red lightning and golden radiance overflowing with curses intertwining and spreading across the street, causing the walls of houses to collapse.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The swords clashed, and the sparks that flew out were like thunderclaps in the sky.

The human eye could not see what was happening; in the blink of an eye, the two Sabers completed a fierce contest of strength, speed, and skill.

Sometimes the blue figure was suppressed, and sometimes the red figure was knocked away.

With a single sword strike, Saber forced Mordred back. She held her breath and stared intently at the red figure. Mordred's armor was constantly oozing blood, and he was trembling as he gripped his greatsword to support himself, looking like he was at his last gasp.

Saber wasn't in good shape either; her shoulder was also stabbed. She didn't ask Hall for magic to heal her or request support. She sensed Hall and another Servant's presence, and asking for magic would definitely affect Hall's battle.

"Lord Mordred, haven't you noticed yet?"

Mordred hissed impatiently, "Enough talk!"

“You are not qualified to be king. Clarent is a sword of inheritance. Only the one who is qualified to be king can unleash its full power. Originally, it had the same value as Excalibur in my hand, but now it has become a cursed sword.”

"So what? It doesn't matter. As long as it can kill, whether it's a holy sword or a demonic sword, it's just a weapon. Don't act all high and mighty."

"If that's what you think, then I'll show you."

Saber gripped the invisible holy sword with both hands. The Wind King's barrier surrounding the sword dissipated like a hurricane, revealing the true form of the holy sword. The magnificent blade shimmered with golden light, reflecting the indifferent calm in her emerald eyes.

Because the legend of King Arthur is so famous, the holy sword Excalibur can be said to be the symbol of Saber. Anyone who sees Excalibur will be able to guess the identity of its wielder. The purpose of the [Wind King Barrier] is not to hide the holy sword to achieve a surprise attack effect.

The Wind King Barrier brought unexpected benefits, but it also had its drawbacks.

The attack power of the Holy Sword hidden by the [Wind King Barrier] will be greatly reduced, and even the inherent skill [Magic Release] will not be able to exert its proper effect.

Saber casually swung her holy sword, slashing out more than a dozen streaks of light. Golden radiance spread from the sword to her body, healing the injury on her shoulder. Bathed in the golden light, the Knight King stood tall and unapproachable.

Mordred's eyes widened, her shoulders trembling, a familiar feeling welling up in her heart again—the knight king she had once longed for, the ideal king, the ever-victorious king.

She used to feel satisfied just by watching the king's back, so why has it turned out this way?

Mordred seemed to vent all his doubts in anger, growling furiously, "King of Knights! If you have such strength, why didn't you use it in the Battle of Camlann?"

Saber calmly shook her head: "That wasn't my intention, I was just a little tired."

"You're quite the smooth talker," Mordred scoffed, a hint of bitterness hidden in her eyes. Just hearing Saber utter the word "tired" made her acutely aware of the grave mistake she had made back then.

Since everything is beyond repair, the only way to settle this feud is through a single battle.

Click~ Click~

Mordred's head armor deformed and retracted, becoming one with the armor. Powerful magic flowed into the evil king's sword in his hand, unleashing its true power.

Chapter 158 Rebellion against my magnificent father

"King of Knights, in the days I have followed you, I have never once removed this helmet, and no one knows my true face. Now, this is the second time I have taken it off," Mordred said through gritted teeth, gripping the evil royal sword in both hands before him.

Click!

The armor covering the sword was opened, and the sword burst forth with bright red flames. The cursed magic transformed into lightning that shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire street with burning crimson lightning.

This was not the power of the King's Sword, but rather the hatred of Mordred himself.

"As my son, you are qualified to inherit the throne. For now, conceal your identity and serve the king. Then, on the day Arthur falls, you will become king," Morgan told her.

Mordred was created as a homunculus, burdened by her mother's obsession, yet ashamed of her origins. Even with an adult body, she yearns for the King deep in her heart, who is her only spiritual sustenance.

This dream was soon tainted by Morgan, who told her that she was created from King Arthur's genetic material, that is, she was King Arthur's son.

This news naturally filled Mordred, who was ashamed of her origins and had no father, with extreme ecstasy. She was the son of the ideal king who surpassed all humans and was admired by all his subjects, and she was qualified to inherit that glory.

Mordred defied her mother's dying wish and secretly approached the king to reveal her origins, only to be met with a response that plunged her from the heights of fame into despair.

"I see. Although it was my sister's trick, you are indeed my child."

"However, I am not prepared to acknowledge this, nor will I entrust the throne to you."

"You do not have the capacity to be a king."

No matter how many times I asked or how much effort I put in, I always got the same answer.

Is everything negated simply because of my background?

Ideals are denied, the meaning of existence is stripped away, everything is abandoned, and in the end, only the figure of the king can be seen.

A Knight of the Round Table once said, "Your Majesty, you do not understand the human heart."

Countless knights responded and launched a series of betrayals.

When Mordred lost everything during the suppression of the rebellion, she readily accepted this explanation. Unable to find a single flaw in the king, she could only accept the inability to find a flaw as a flaw in itself, even if it was just self-deception.

No king is perfect; kings make mistakes. When Mordred came to this conclusion, she had a different opinion about the king's refusal to acknowledge his status as the successor.

Is it possible that, Wang, is wrong?

Mordred grasped at the last straw, and after countless days and nights of tossing and turning, pondering and struggling, she gradually became convinced of this. She followed the instructions of Morgan, whom she had created, to divide the forces of the Round Table when Britain was in crisis, to promote herself and build up her prestige at home, and to deliver a fatal blow when the king returned from his expedition.

In the Battle of Camlann, Mordred destroyed everything the Knight King had, and was himself killed by the Knight King with the Holy Lance.

But even at the end, Mordred was still not satisfied.

What to hate.

What do we get?

Even Mordred himself didn't know the answer to the question.

The only thing that's clear is probably the deep-seated obsession with King Arthur.

Therefore, the name of the treasure is—

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Without hesitation, Saber raised the holy sword in his hand, and the blade transformed into golden light, continuously converting magic into light.

At first, the golden light was not conspicuous under that beam of burning crimson lightning.

Gradually, golden particles filled the city and converged on the blade of the holy sword.

That is the belief of countless soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, transcending time and space, and entrusted to the sword of the ideal king.

Countless light particles converge, converge, and accelerate.

Saber stepped forward, chanting the true name of her Noble Phantasm: "Excalibur! [Sword of Excalibur]"

Mordred roared and swung his royal sword down: "Clarent Blood Arthur! [Rebellion against my magnificent father!]"

Crimson lightning and holy light streams struck down simultaneously.

The light is surging.

The light is roaring.

The earth trembled, and the surrounding houses and bricks were swept into the torrent of light and vanished. Intertwined pillars of light shot into the sky, dispersing the clouds. The light entangled and repelled each other, making the city seem as if it were exposed to the sun.

This situation only lasted for a few seconds, and golden light particles continued to flow into the torrent of light.

"Aaaaaah! The Knight King!"

Mordred roared furiously, channeling all her magic into the king's sword in her hand, struggling to unleash her hatred upon the king.

However, the outcome remained unchanged.

The surging torrent of light completely shattered the burning crimson lightning, engulfing Mordred's body head-on until the entire city was enveloped in golden light.

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As the radiance faded, Saber stood calmly in place, holding her holy sword, her azure eyes fixed on Mordred, who was too exhausted to fight any longer.

Mordred bravely stood up after taking the full force of Excalibur, half of his armor shattered, and the roadside beside him was melted into lava by the power of the holy sword.

Clarent Blood Arthur [Rebellion against my magnificent father] negated most of the power of Excalibur [Sword of Excalibur]. Secondly, Mordred's armor provided protection. Finally, Saber's release of her Noble Phantasm and the infusion of her true name did not provide much magic power, so Excalibur only contributed the minimum amount of power.

It wasn't that Saber didn't want to kill Mordred; she was just a little worried about Howl's situation and wanted to minimize her need for Master's magical energy.

The battle is over, and Saber can execute Mordred just like she did in the Battle of Camlann.

Suddenly, a flippant voice interrupted: "Excuse me, although I don't want to get involved in your battle, Saber, it's time to retreat."

The blue-haired Caster emerged from the shadows, draped in a long robe and holding a wooden staff, watching the scene unfold with a playful and intrigued gaze.

"Retreat!?" Mordred roared as he propped himself up, his voice filled with intense resentment.