Crossover Anime: Offering Myself as a Sacrifice to the Sword? I Choose to Be the Great Demon King

Mo Li then realized that the collar that had been binding Mordred's neck was nowhere to be found, meaning that she could unleash the full power of the Holy Sword.

"You're the only opponent? Fine, I'm going to go!"

Mordred leaped into the air, her armor gleaming in the sunlight, before crashing heavily to the ground.

boom--!

A deep crater appeared in the ground, but Mo Li had already dodged the heavy blow.

Mordred seemed to have anticipated this, and rushed forward to engage in close combat with Mordred.

Mo Li frowned. If he could, he would not want to be enemies with his former family, even though she had long forgotten that identity.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why aren't you making a move? This is so boring!"

Mordred mocked as he brandished his greatsword.

Meanwhile, Mash, Bedivere, Gudako, and others arrived in West Village aboard Da Vinci's flying machine.

Everyone immediately spotted Mo Li and Mordred fighting below.

"Oh no! Senior Mo Li is in danger, Mashu..."

"Wait a minute, something seems off!"

Sanzang stopped Mashu, who was about to leave the arena, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the battle between the two.

Leonardo da Vinci seemed to have noticed something as well, and shook his head at the two of them.

"What's wrong, Leonardo da Vinci?"

"Didn't you notice? Look, Mo Li has been on the defensive the whole time. He has had many opportunities to counterattack, but he has always chosen to defend and not take the initiative to attack!"

"Yes, that's right. How could Senior Mo Li..."

Gudako covered her mouth, looking at the battle below with a worried expression.

“Leave this place to us for now. Arash and Master Sanzang will take care of the surrounding righteous knights. Cursed Arm Hassan, you go and help the injured villagers.”

The three nodded, quickly jumped off the aircraft, and disappeared in an instant.

Da Vinci piloted the spaceship and slowly landed on the ground. As soon as they got off the ship, Gudako couldn't wait to take Mash and Bedivere to the battlefield.

Mo Li's relentless defense seemed to enrage Mordred, who roared:

"Aren't you very strong? Why haven't you made a move yet?"

"Xiao Mo, you should know that I will never lay a hand on my own family!"

"Ah~ I don't understand what you're saying, but I get it, you're mocking me, right? Unforgivable!"

Mordred's eyes were bloodshot as he roared angrily and broke through Mo Li's defenses with all his might.

Pfft——!

Blood dripped from the sword and fell to the ground.

Chapter 472 Awakening Memories, the Wounded Mo Li

"Senior Mo Li!"

Gudako couldn't believe her eyes; she saw Mordred's greatsword pierce right through Moli's chest.

A few drops of blood stained Mordred's face, giving him an unnaturally cold look.

Upon seeing this, Bedivere immediately jumped behind Moli to support him, while preparing to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

"Grip his sword tightly, silver..."

"Ahem, wait a minute, Beckham!"

Mo Li reached out and tightly grasped Bedivere's silver arm, preventing him from unleashing the true name of his Noble Phantasm.

Although it was somewhat unexpected, his demon blood had indeed fallen into Mordred's body.

Now we'll see if what the system says is true or not.

Mashu and Gudako also ran to Mo Li's side, looking at him with worried expressions.

"Senior Mo Li..."

"I'm fine, none of you get involved, huff... huff "080"... I can handle this...!"

For Mo Li, who possesses the Zafkiel, a non-fatal wound like this is simply a matter of one shot and four bullets.

Mo Li slowly raised her head, looking at Mordred who was standing there in a daze, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Just as he had predicted, Mordred trembled all over, and his hands involuntarily loosened their grip on the sword hilt.

Familiar scenes flashed through Mordred's mind, including herself, her father, many unfamiliar people, and Mo Li standing before her.

Mordred screamed in pain, clutching his head and crouching on the ground.

It worked!

Mo Li secretly praised himself, thinking that all the blood he had shed was worth it, as Mordred seemed to have remembered something.

The seal that the Supreme God had placed on Mordred began to loosen.

"Senior Mo Li, what's wrong with her?"

Gudako asked curiously, "Mo Li is the one who is injured, so why does the other side look even more uncomfortable than him?"

Mo Li licked the blood off his lips but did not answer Gudako's question.

Mordred slowly opened her eyes, her expression still showing a trace of pain. Looking at Mo Li, who was so close to her, she slowly reached out her hand.

"...Mas...ter...!"

When Mordred shouted those words, Mo Li clearly felt a sudden surge of energy within his body.

That was Mordred's unique energy; the Familia Contract had taken effect once again.

A hint of joy appeared on Mo Li's face, and she couldn't help but step forward to take Mordred's hand and say to her:

"Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, I'm back!"

Because of my carelessness and ignorance, I went to face the Supreme God alone, which led to this situation.

It even caused his family members to lose their memories of themselves and return to their original world.

"Master, I'm so sorry, how could I... how could I..."

"Lord Mordred, although we were once colleagues, I will never forgive you for harming my Master!"

Bedivere stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Li, his eyes more determined than ever before.

Even though he was human, Bedivere truly considered himself Mori's Servant.

His Master was injured, and he, as a Servant, hid behind his Master. This was a humiliation that no knight could tolerate, especially not a pure and noble Knight of the Round Table like Bedivere.

The light in Mordred's eyes gradually faded, and she closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

Having regained her memories, she naturally believed that her crimes were unforgivable, and that even a rebellious knight had his dignity.

"Lord Bedivere, I never thought I would die at the hands of a third-rate Servant like you. But it's all for the best; perhaps this is the only way to cleanse my sins."

"Your tainted holy sword not only pierced King Arthur's ideals but also harmed your Master. A disloyal person like you should realize the tragic fact that you will be killed."

After saying that, Bedivere's arm lit up again, the silver arm shining with the light of the holy sword thrusting straight at Mordred.

Just as Mordred closed her eyes to accept her fate, a familiar figure shielded her from the attack.

"Master—!"

"Ahem... No one is to be touched except me!"

Mo Li forced herself to speak, her expression still retaining a gentleness unique to them.

Well, not only was his chest pierced, but now his back has also been stabbed.

"Master, why..."

Bedivere didn't understand why Morley would step forward to block the attack for Mordred, who had hurt him.

"Xiao Mo... she is my familiar, and besides, it was my arrogance that led them to this state, so... this is the punishment I deserve...!"

After saying that, Mo Li finally couldn't hold on any longer and lay back down.

Fortunately, Mashu had been keeping an eye on Mo Li's condition and caught him immediately.

"Senior Mo Li, wake up! Don't sleep!"

In an instant, everyone crowded around, even the half-dead Hassan joined in.

Mo Li took a deep breath. Although both wounds avoided fatal points, the pain was real.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, you take Mash and Da Vinci to help Mr. Arash; Little Beelzebub, you take Hundred-Faced Hassan to find the Cursed Arm, mainly to treat the disaster victims!"

Everyone could tell that Mo Li wanted to speak with Mordred alone, so they didn't refuse and left reluctantly.

Now only Mordred remained kneeling before Mo Li, without uttering a word.

Mo Li sighed and reached out to pat Mordred's head.

"Xiao Mo, are you alright?"

"I'm sorry, Master, please punish me!"

"I told you this isn't your fault. Do you remember what happened before you were brought into this world?"

Faced with Mo Li's question, Mordred shook his head in confusion.

Her only remaining memory is of the day before Mo Li went to the Deep God Realm; she knows nothing about what happened after that.

Mo Li sighed. It seemed that his journey back was still long and arduous.

"Zaphkiel!"

From the shadow behind Mo Li, a huge golden clock slowly emerged, with each hand in the center of the dial designed as an old-fashioned rifle and pistol with intricate decorations.

Mo Li smiled slightly. Thanks to Kurumi's angelic presence, he was able to escape danger multiple times.

He took the gun, which resembled a short hand, off the huge dial and held it in his hand.

"Zfkl - [Fourth Bullet]!"

After absorbing enough time, Mo Li aimed at his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The chest and back, which had been pierced by the sword, were healing at an extremely fast pace.

This is the power of the Fourth Bullet: time reversal.

"Thank you, Kurumi!"

Mo Li checked her body and suddenly stood up, but the next moment, a wave of dizziness hit her.

Seeing this, Mordred quickly used her petite body to support Mo Li.

It seems that even though the physical injuries have healed, the spirit has not.

Looking at Mordred's worried face, Mordred had a detailed plan in mind.

"Xiao Mo, I need your help."

"Oh, Master, just tell me what you want me to do!"

"I want you..."

Chapter 473 Dr. Roman, the Changes of Hassan the Hundred-Faced

Watching Mordred's departing figure, Mo Li straightened up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The seeds of hatred have been sown; now it's just a matter of time before they blossom and bear fruit.

Night fell quickly. After Hassan of Cursed Arm and Bedivere settled the refugees, they went to find Mori with Gudako, Da Vinci, and the others.

"Your Highness Mo Li, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I just took a walk around the village. Thanks to you, the damage has been kept to a minimum. I am truly grateful."

Mo Li waved his hand, since his goal was to awaken Mordred's memories and save West Village in the process.

The group sat around the fire, and a blue shadow appeared above the flames.

"Hello, I am Romani Archman, you can just call me Dr. Roman. Thank you for your help!"

Dr. Roman, who had her hair tied in an orange ponytail, thanked Mo Li.

Mo Li narrowed her eyes, glanced cautiously at Dr. Roman, and then nodded.