Chapter 36. Run

I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 36. Run

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"Bang----"

The silver greatsword darted towards Mordred's abdomen at incredible speed, but it was blocked by the radiant sword. Nevertheless, Mordred was still knocked away by Siegfried's attack.

"Impressive. By the way, your armor is really tough," Mordred panted, her armor already shattered in many places.

Sieg did not respond to Mordred but instead readied his stance again. The few wounds on his body were rapidly healing.

[Did you win, Saber?]

Seeing Mordred's unstable condition from a distance, Sisigou quickly contacted Mordred through the contract.

"Duh!" Mordred grinned and removed her armor. In front of that sword, the magical armor was as flimsy as paper. It was better to remove all constraints.

With a defiant smile, Mordred lifted her sword and tapped it on her shoulder. "I'm going to become a king. I can easily overcome challenges of this level."

[Did you win?]

Gordes also contacted Siegfried through the contract.

[It is possible to win.]

Without hesitation, Siegfried nodded.

Compared to the exceptional Achilles, Mordred's pressure on him was minimal. The Armor of Fafnir provided defense that made attacks below rank B ineffective, and attacks above rank B were reduced by rank B.

Mordred's killing sword techniques were indeed powerful, but it was hard to inflict particularly effective damage on Siegfried. On the contrary, Mordred seemed to have a dragon attribute, which gave Siegfried an advantage as a dragon slayer.

If this continued, victory was certain.

"Che, Crimson Thunder!"

Mordred roared, and crimson lightning erupted. With a deafening roar, Mordred shot towards Siegfried like a cannonball.

"Huh?"

Siegfried was somewhat surprised. Mordred should have noticed his defense by now. At this point, retreating to find his weakness would be the correct choice. Reckless attacks would only speed up her destruction, especially such a particularly reckless attack.

However, Siegfried had no intention of letting up. He raised his sword, ready to confront Mordred.

"Take this!"

Mordred shouted and, without any hesitation or warning, threw the radiant sword at Siegfried.

"!"

Siegfried's eyes narrowed, and he reflexively swung his sword upward, deflecting the radiant sword into the air, which left his front wide open.

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

Accompanied by crimson lightning, Mordred spun around and kicked Siegfried in the stomach, the terrifying explosive force sending him flying.

Mordred caught the radiant sword and flicked it to her side. "There are no rules in a fight."

[Is this okay? The knight threw away his weapon.]

Sisigou expressed frustration through the contract.

"Winning is all that matters," Mordred shrugged and then looked seriously at Siegfried, who was climbing out of the pit not far away. "General attacks aren't very effective. Master, I'm going to use my Noble Phantasm."

[Leave it to you. If necessary, I will use a command seal to pull you out.]

"Ah, trust me a bit more," Mordred raised her sword, and the radiant blade was immediately replaced by a blood-red hue. Accompanied by a piercing roar, crimson lightning wrapped around the sword.

"Master!" Siegfried's expression grew serious. His Armor of Fafnir wasn't invincible, but using his Noble Phantasm might reveal his true name and corresponding weaknesses.

[Go!]

Gordes didn't hesitate.

"I understand, Master. I will definitely bring victory to you," Siegfried took a deep breath, turning the sword's hilt. Divine Ether from the age of gods gushed out, and yellow light seemed to bring the world to its end.

"O sword, let thee be filled!"

"Rebel against my noble father, Clarent Blood Arthur!"

"Phantasmal Great Sword: Balmung!"

Crimson lightning collided with the twilight glow, and a storm like a natural disaster swept across the world, smashing dragon bone soldiers, remnants of homunculi, and fragments of golems into pieces.

"Wow~ That's really exaggerated."

The scales floating around acted as a shield, swirling around Cyd. The impact of the A+ ranked army-class Noble Phantasms was softened by the scales, passing over his hair like a gentle breeze.

"This will probably end in mutual destruction," Jeanne observed the fading light and speculated.

"This duel favors the Black Faction's Saber. However, in a direct Noble Phantasm clash, the Black Faction's Saber's Noble Phantasm might be at a disadvantage," Cyd said, shaking his hand. All the scales neatly reattached to his right shoulder's cloak.

"However, it doesn't make a big difference. The Black Faction's Saber still holds the advantage, but it doesn't concern us."

Cyd pointed to the hanging garden.

"We still need to have a friendly discussion with them."

"No way!" Mordred knelt on the ground, panting heavily, her gaze fixed on Siegfried, who was also half-kneeling.

To her, the Clarent: Brilliantly Shining Royal Sword felt like a curse, but at the same time, it was a source of pride. This sword had dealt a fatal blow to the king! She wouldn't allow anyone to survive under this sword!

"Just wait! I'll take you down immediately!"

Mordred forced herself to stand up despite the pain.

[Don't push yourself. Saber, we should retreat!]

Sisigou's voice echoed in Mordred's mind.

"No! I won't have another chance to beat him!" Mordred gritted her teeth.

Even her proud self had to admit she wasn't Siegfried's match. If Siegfried weren't confident in his own Noble Phantasm and unaware of her Noble Phantasm's characteristics, she probably wouldn't have had a chance to inflict such damage. She might not win next time!

[Don't forget the opponent also has command seals!]

Mordred's expression stiffened. At this moment, Siegfried had already stood up. Although his armor was mostly shattered, his determined stance made it clear he wasn't an opponent she could defeat now. Moreover, her current inability to handle his shameless defensive Noble Phantasm was frustrating.

"I'm so pissed off!"

Siegfried was also bewildered. Mordred, who had initially seemed to be fiercely battling him, was now stomping her feet like a child throwing a tantrum.

Before B+ strength, the pitiful ground was once again becoming pockmarked.

"Hey! Black Faction's Saber! Next time, I'll definitely take you down! Don't die at someone else's hands before then! Do you hear me!"

After venting her anger, Mordred glared fiercely at Siegfried and then disappeared. It wasn't spiritualization but a retreat called by the command seal.

She ran away?

Siegfried's mouth opened.

The dragon bone soldiers around him were also blasted away by his area-of-effect destruction Noble Phantasm. It seemed there was nothing left.

Siegfried glanced around before turning his attention to Vlad III's position.

I should go help him!

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