Lords of Camelot

Joan of Arc gave the Command Spell to everyone to recover. Siegfried and Chiron recovered, but Mordred and Frankenstein could no longer be recovered.

Mordred was the closest just now, and his physical attributes were not as good as Siegfried's, so his spirit core was really damaged.

As for Frankenstein…if that tattered mess over there could be repaired, then she would indeed be invincible.

"Retreat, all three of you, move quickly. I will hold off the pursuers myself." Mordred spoke to the remaining three people. Now he was the only one who could cover the departure of these three people. His soul core was damaged, and it was only a matter of time before he disappeared. To put it bluntly, he could only linger on for the last time.

However, Siegfried, Joan of Arc and Chiron came to his side, and they smiled at each other, with no intention of retreating.

If we withdraw now, there will be no chance in the future. The gap in strength has widened to this extent, so we can only give it a try here.

Then everyone heard an explosion. Amakusa turned around suddenly and felt incredulously that Semiramis's condition had plummeted.

Jeanne and Amakusa sensed it at the same time. The red side's Berserker reaction disappeared. Was the explosion caused by his Noble Phantasm?

At this moment, Xiao Mo ran towards this side at full speed. She landed on the ground and laughed, saying that it was really a refreshing experience just now.

"Swordsman?! Could it be that you lured the Berserker to the throne room?"

Xiao Mo nodded nonchalantly, and Tiancao almost wanted to yell, "What a rip-off!" This guy is really good at messing things up. Originally, the red team should have five people in good condition beating up the four people on the other side who are in terrible condition, but now it's like this...

There are indeed five people, but Amakusa can feel that Xiao Mo and he are not on the same page at all. He is even more outrageous than the other three. This guy probably wants to have the most food alone.

"This is really the worst case scenario. Achilles was only shot through the heel. Karna should have lost two of his Noble Phantasms. The other one is in perfect condition. And with Atalanta... I'm sorry, everyone. Even if we tried our best, it was still difficult to win."

Before the others on the black side could comfort him, Karna spoke first.

"That's fine. You've fought very well. You made full use of your own resources, fought to the death and never gave up. You were brave and courageous. You are worthy of being the son of Lord Davian Slyrick of Camelot and King Arthur Arthur Pendragon. Here, I want to express my admiration for your strength."

How many people in this world can receive such sincere praise from Karna? Mordred smiled, then held Clarent tightly in his hand and rushed towards the crowd in front!

This is the final fight, and the winner will be decided at this moment. Old Mo once again faces Karna and Achilles, Young Mo faces Siegfried, Atalanta faces Chiron, Jeanne faces Amakusa, and in Amakusa's heart, this is the last bloody fight of mankind.

"It looks like they're going to lose." Artoria sat next to Davian, and the two of them watched the final battle together. They watched the final battle from beginning to end, and Artoria really wanted to praise Old Mo for fighting very well.

If it weren't for the fact that Karna's strength was too unreasonable and the destructive power of the Spear of the God of Death was too terrifying, the victory would probably have been won by the black side with the more developed light of wisdom.

"But if the Red Team wins, do you really intend to let the Greater Holy Grail fulfill Amakusa Tokisashiro's twisted desires?"

Altria asked him so, and after thinking for a while, Davian said that he could make it happen and he didn't care.

"But after that, the Holy Grail War is over, and my mission as the Judge is over. I can do whatever I want. The wish that he fulfilled, I can reverse it again."

Altria laughed in silence. She had never expected that Davian would resort to such a rogue approach to get everything back on track. This made her very happy. Although she didn't know why she was happy, it was enough to know that Davian also had such a side.

"Moreover, I don't think Mordred has lost now. He still has the strength and courage to continue fighting."

While Davian was speaking, he was staring at the battle on the screen. Altria knew that he had given help to Old Mo before, but she didn't know what kind of help he had given.

At this moment, Mordred was knocked away by the two of them. Now he couldn't even use his own treasure [Glory of the Former Lion]. Perhaps he really had reached the end, or perhaps he really had no extra strength left.

[Did I lose? Did I...lose? ]

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and while he was thinking after landing, the golden light in his heart let out a sigh of pity.

[Mordred, my son, have you given up? Have you admitted your failure?]

In that corner of his heart, Old Mordred saw his biological father, who looked at him with a tired but gentle face. In Mordred's heart, King Arthur has always been like this, shining with golden light, full of glory, but always with fatigue and pity.

[Father, I have reached my limit. I really have no strength left. I can no longer fight.]

Mordred lamented like this, but the golden King Arthur in front of him just shook his head.

[No, Mordred, my son, you have not yet failed. It is true that you can no longer obtain the Holy Grail. However, you still have the power to win the battle ahead.]

Hearing this, Mordred showed an incredible expression. Does he still have the strength to continue fighting?

The golden King Arthur nodded at him, then he made way, allowing Mordred to see the blue phantom behind the golden King Arthur, the spiritual power that had always existed in Mordred's heart.

[Mordred, believe in your own strength, believe in the strength that still exists here - your biological father's strength... and my strength... Mordred, we, have always been with you...]

After saying that, the blue phantom split into three and entered Mordred's heart again together with the golden Arthur.

The key to the power within him now came into his body.

[Master, use the Command Seals... Give me all three Command Seals... Command me, command me to win victory for the Black side, command me to bring you glory...]

Fiore in the Yugdomirenia Castle suddenly heard this voice. At this moment, she clenched her hands and used all her Command Spells on Mordred.

"Swordsman! Bring victory to us, to everyone on the black side!"

Jiu Mo, who was far away in the sky courtyard, opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that there were traces of tears on his face.

Several other people are now beside him, and it can be seen that they were all knocked out just now.

"This is the end. I will end you without causing you too much pain. This is the last massacre before all mankind is redeemed."

Amakusa said this, but Jiu Mo stood up with a red magical aura.