The Black Faction’s Defeat

At the edge of the crater left by Moon Fall.

*CRAAANG!*

Mordred swung her sword, deflecting an incoming arrow.

*THUD!*

She raised her leg, kicking Astolfo, who charged at her, sending him flying.

Despite facing two opponents, Mordred remained utterly calm. Even if Frankenstein hadn't already "died" she wouldn't have minded taking on three at once. With a Master overflowing with Mana and Avalon's automatic healing, Mordred was brimming with confidence!

Moreover, Chiron had already used his once-a-day Noble Phantasm, and Astolfo's frontline combat strength was insufficient.

'One more Noble Phantasm to finish them all!'

With that thought, Mordred channeled a massive amount of Mana into her sword. Surging red lightning flared once more on the battlefield!

This time, the Black Faction had no Noble Phantasm to counter Mordred.

"Trouble! Trouble! We're done for, Archer! That Noble Phantasm is insanely strong!"

Battered and disheveled, Astolfo let out a cute squeal. He had seen clearly how Mordred's and Frankenstein's Noble Phantasms clashed. In a brief stalemate, Frankenstein was utterly defeated. In terms of raw power, perhaps only Siegfried could have matched her.

Unbeknownst to Astolfo, Siegfried had already been eliminated. Even if he hadn't, with Angelica present, Siegfried wouldn't have been able to help.

"Roar, red lightning—Clarent Blood Arthur!"

The thundering red lightning roared into the sky, heedless of Mana consumption. Mordred swung her sword toward Astolfo and Chiron!

The sword's light surged toward them with overwhelming force.

It was over—or so Astolfo and Chiron thought when a towering figure suddenly appeared before them.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh! ————! Oppressor! I've found you! Oppressor!"

Red Berserker, Spartacus!

'Why is he here? No, more importantly…'

Under the incredulous gazes of all three, including Mordred, Spartacus charged straight into the incoming surge of sword light!

"Suicide?"

Astolfo gasped instinctively. Taking on Mordred's Noble Phantasm directly without any protection was no different from suicide!

What was he trying to do? Fight among themselves?

"No, that's not it!"

Chiron quickly noticed something odd. Without any defense, taking a high-level Anti-Army Noble Phantasm head-on should have obliterated even a Servant. Yet Spartacus, standing before them, was still alive.

Realizing this, Chiron also understood the reason for the scene before him.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm was indeed destroying Spartacus's body, but at the same time, his body was regenerating at an even more terrifying speed.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh! Such powerful oppression! This is the target I must rebel against!"

As if immersed in ultimate bliss, Spartacus laughed maniacally while charging forward recklessly.

The sight instantly ignited Mordred's competitive spirit.

"Interesting!"

'He's taking my Noble Phantasm head-on with his body. Fine, let's see how long you can last!'

Drawing even more Mana from Naoki, Mordred poured it all into her Noble Phantasm without hesitation. The already immense red lightning surged twofold.

The attack's massive range even bypassed Spartacus, striking all directions like a thunderstorm!

'Such astonishing Mana!'

Hiding at a relatively safe distance with Astolfo, Chiron stared at the scene in disbelief. Spartacus's suicidal charge was shocking enough, but the power Mordred was now unleashing was even more staggering.

She could output even greater power?

[By the Command Spell, Mordred, halt your Noble Phantasm.]

At that moment, Naoki's voice suddenly echoed in Mordred's mind. Caught up in her fervor, she felt a sudden emptiness in her body. The surging red lightning vanished instantly, like an illusion.

With the barrier gone, Spartacus, who had been relentlessly charging, reached Mordred. His arm, evolved to giant proportions, swung a massive fist downward.

*SWISH!* *SWISH!* *SWISH!*

Dozens of golden ripples appeared, and hundreds of chains shot out, coiling around Spartacus's body like agile pythons, binding him tightly in place, rendering him immobile.

"Ughh oh oh oh! Another oppressor!"

Seeing the Vimana appear before him and Naoki leaping down, held by Angelica, Spartacus trembled with excitement. He could sense that the two before him were unmatched oppressors—targets he must rebel against!

Angelica glanced coldly at Spartacus, tightening the chains, then assisted Naoki in approaching Mordred.

Seeing Naoki, Mordred complained with great displeasure. "Master, what the hell! I was in the middle of having fun! I was about to crush this giant, and you used a Command Spell to stop me—what's that about?!"

"You really can't read the situation. Didn't you see I needed Angelica's help?" Naoki gave a wry smile. "Even with the Dragon Heart, my Mana recovery is fast, but you, you wasteful brat, didn't hesitate to burn through my Mana! Two Noble Phantasms in a row—you've got some guts!"

Only Naoki, with his vast Mana reserves, could sustain Mordred's consumption. Any other Magus would be drained in minutes, especially after Naoki's earlier feat. Even with the Dragon Heart, he was struggling to keep up.

Noticing Naoki's slightly pale face, Mordred snorted unhappily. "Tch, what's that? If you're out of steam, just say so. No manliness at all—Ow! Don't hit my head…"

"Hmm?!"

The familiar glare and tone instantly softened Mordred's voice. From a fierce delinquent, she turned into an obedient girl scolded by her father, meekly shrinking back.

Taking a few deep breaths and feeling his Mana recover quickly, Naoki looked at Spartacus. "So he showed up at this moment. Berserkers are truly unpredictable. But if Spartacus is here, then…"

Shifting his gaze to the forest, Naoki shouted, "Watching from afar all this time, not planning to come out and introduce yourselves? Red Faction's Archer and Rider—"

*BOOM!*

Before he could call out true names to force Atalanta and the others out, a loud sound from the distance cut him off, drawing everyone's attention.

In the nearby plain, a giant was slowly rising!