Oh No, Someone's Raiding the House!

Looking at the lively red-haired girl in front of her, Artoria smiled and said, "And I have a feeling that this Singularity repair might be very different. I have a premonition that the person I have been waiting for all these years is right there."

As she spoke, a happy and serene smile appeared on her face.

"The person that Senior Artoria has always been concerned about? What kind of person is she?"

This strange scene made Ritsuka, who was Ritsuka to the side, feel a little curious.

Chapter 190 Oh no, someone's raiding our base!

Mordred, the rebellious knight—

He was originally the kind of knightly hero Heroic Spirit who was extremely unpopular among the Round Table. And because of the scoundrels he had done, Agravaine regarded him as a traitorous knight, just like Lancelot, that is, a so-called rebellious knight.

Although the Lion King said he no longer cared about the past, Rovey felt that Mordred still harbored some personal grudges against him.

Otherwise, the Lion King wouldn't have given Mordred such a bizarre blessing [out of control].

While this blessing makes Mordred's attacks more rapid, the price is the loss of her mind and the unrestrained use of magic in battle. In other words, Mordred loses concern for and consideration of her physical condition, turning into a berserker who only knows how to fight and kill.

As for her final fate, if she were allowed to continue as she was, her magic would probably go completely out of control and explode; she was just a disposable commodity.

For a moment, Rovey couldn't help but feel a little sad for this silly boy.

Even though the Lion King, as her biological father, trusted Lancelot, he didn't trust her. However, considering the extent to which the Lion King of this world, who was the previous Artoria, was betrayed by this guy, it's understandable.

Honestly, rather than killing this guy, Rovey would rather capture him and have a proper talk.

He figured he could let her meet Artoria then, and Artoria on his side should have already let it go. This mad little lion might be worth trying to win over; even if that failed, he could just send her back to Camelot to wreak havoc there. However, seeing her unruly berserker style, Rovey realized she was actually quite difficult to deal with. The worst part was that she kept accusing him of deceiving her feelings, followed by a barrage of Noble Phantasm in Clarent Blood Arthur. It was fortunate he wasn't her father, otherwise those Noble Phantasm would easily trigger a special attack.

"Why are you as hard as a turtle shell... You're really annoying me! Can't you just let me kill you with one sword strike?!"

"Maybe it's because you haven't eaten enough? But are you sure your body is okay with using your Noble Phantasm so randomly? Won't it suddenly explode?"

"—Ahhh! Mind your own business! If you just die obediently, then I'll be fine, right?"

Clang!!

The silver cane twirled in mid-air, and the next moment it collided violently with the damned sword like a shooting star.

In an instant, silvery-white light and crimson lightning began to scatter wildly all around.

"Mordred... I really don't want to hit you, so can you just leave quietly? Besides, your father is coming soon, then you can rebel against her, how about that?"

"So... what does my wanting to beat you up have to do with my father? Do you really think you're my dad? I haven't even held you accountable for the time you pinned me down and deceived my feelings!!"

Mordred tried to use her longsword to push back the staff that was pressing down on her head, and immediately released her magic power. However, she was shocked to find that she could not resist it. At this moment, one of her legs was already kneeling on the ground and sinking directly into the sand.

"Pressing down on top of me! Father and daughter! Deceiving my feelings! Hiss..."

Hearing this awful conversation, the refugees who had been watching from the sidelines completely lost their will to run. They all turned around, feeling their faith crumble, and then looked at Rovey with expressions of utter contempt.

They never expected that this person, comparable to God Child, would play such a cunning game...

It can only be said that he truly deserves to be called a big shot; he accomplished something we could never have imagined so easily.

Nitocris, on the other hand, has completely turned to the dark side. Rovey could even see that half of her hair had turned white, and the aura of the Underworld seemed to be solidifying.

"It's not what you think! This guy's got something wrong with his head!" Under so many strange looks, Rovey immediately explained loudly.

"You're the one with a problem in your head! Was there anything wrong with what I just said?"

Mordred immediately retorted.

"No problem, but can you please not speak so strangely? If you can't speak properly, you can just shut up!"

With one hand applying pressure, Rovey used the power of the Earth Angel Uriel with the other to pull Mordred's foot completely into the ground, making it even more difficult for her to move.

"Magecraft? Right! I remember you used to be a Caster! But why is a Caster so strong? Why don't you just chant the spell and chop me to pieces? Why is your strength being amplified?"

"The Britannia Sword Saint, the Uruk Axe King, the Israel King of Fighters, plus me, the Jerusalem Cane Hero—it actually makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Reasonable my foot!!"

Mordred, who was being gradually pressed into the ground by Rovey, let out a roar and then, with the blessing of [Out of Control], broke through his own limitations, miraculously unleashing even more terrifying lightning without any mercy, and jumped out of the ground.

However, her arms had already been scorched black by her own lightning, and her internal body was in complete chaos due to the power output that reached 300%.

"Come on! Keep fighting with me! Don't act like an adult lecturing a child!!"

"It seems there's no room for further negotiation now..."

"Isn't that obvious? In fact, I never intended to communicate with you in the first place!"

Mordred had no intention of talking to Rovey, or rather, compared to talking to anyone else, her current rationality was only enough to keep her instincts running, meaning that killing the enemy and completing the Lion King's mission were her top priorities.

Her relentless, dog-like attack frequency perfectly illustrates this point.

'Disobedient children really do need to be disciplined properly first.'

Although I really wanted to take her away peacefully or persuade her to go back, given the current situation, capturing Mordred first and then reducing her blessings is the top priority. In other words, knocking her unconscious and taking her back is the most correct course of action.

Thinking about this, Rovey finally became a little more serious.

"Lord Mordred! The opponent's magical reaction has intensified again, and he has too many strange and unusual moves. Please be careful!!"

Since it was just a fall from a horse, such injuries were not fatal to the heavily armored knight puppets. So the remaining knights got up again, drew their weapons, abandoned the refugees, and carefully surrounded Rovey's position.

It doesn't really matter how many people come; after all, small fry are just small fry and can't affect the overall situation. Mordred is just a slightly bigger small fry, and if Rovey didn't try to capture her alive or persuade her peacefully, he would have already pierced her heart.

However, what was happening before their eyes was still extremely dangerous to the refugees.

They shouted warnings to Rovey to be careful, and some of the youths even grabbed wooden sticks and stood in front of the group of Purification Knights, trying to relieve Rovey's burden.

"No, I won't... let you pass!"

"What kind of knight attacks with sneak attacks? Come at us!!"

A dozen or so young men spoke tremblingly, their bodies blocking the way for the Purification Knights. Although the refugees' legs had already begun to tremble uncontrollably when facing the Purification Knights, who were half a meter taller than them and fully armed, they were still unwilling to run away or retreat at this moment.

I just turned back and refused to run away. Although I did want to watch such an exciting family drama, it was mostly because of my worry.

They did not want to abandon the God Child or savior like people did a thousand years ago. They wanted to do everything in their power to protect hope, even if it meant their own death, but they would never back down.

"Madness!"

"Kill them first."

The Purification Knights looked at the refugees before him, who were clearly terrified but refused to back down, and was unmoved. Instead, he coldly gave the order to kill them.

Only...

"Although I am extremely annoyed, I can leave aside that daughter named Mordred for the time being, but you artificial beings should just obediently turn back into junk!"

Purification Knights were about to kill the refugees, Nitocris, emanating a dark aura, slowly walked over. She raised her golden bird scepter with her right hand and spread all their sword blades. Then, as if to vent some anger, she swung a golden scale that appeared out of nowhere and smashed it down on the Purification Knights's head like a meteor hammer.

Bang!!

A dull sound suddenly rang out.

"—!?"

The situation before them was different from the norm in reality. The golden scales, which were clearly just decorations, not only did not deform, but instead smashed the helmet on the head of the Purification Knights like a heavy hammer, and the force was so great that the Purification Knights's body was thrown directly into the ground.

"Are you two out of your minds? You don't use your Magecraft and authority properly, but instead you're smashing my divine artifact around!!" Anubis couldn't help but shout as he saw his golden scales being used like this.

However, Nitocris, who was clearly in a bad mood and wanted to vent, did not hear Anubis's voice. Her personality had been subtly affected when she sacrificed herself to the Underworld.

Anubis also gradually began to discover some clues at this time.

"This is..."

Because the possession lasted for too long, the girl is now being affected by her own power, and those suppressed negative personalities have actually begun to become active.

"Kill her first!"

Seeing that they were being blocked, the remaining Purification Knights intended to rush forward and kill Nitocris first, but at this moment Nitocris's beautiful long purple hair had turned completely white, and her aura had also changed drastically. She only glanced at the Purification Knights in front of her, and death descended upon this land.

Immediately, the enormous Mirror Grimoire appeared on her back, and then she spoke softly like a queen—

"Soulless, sin-ridden knight, fall into the abyss of the Underworld."

As soon as she finished speaking, countless ghosts began to emerge wildly from the huge, dark mirror behind her. In just an instant, they surrounded and entangled the seven or eight Purification Knights, then frantically burrowed into their armor and devoured them completely.

"Hey, that thing—"

Boom!!

"!?"

Sensing something amiss, Mordred on the other side stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

She clearly sensed that the woman on the other side, who had been tricked by this guy, had suddenly raised her Spirit Origin level to an extremely terrifying degree. Although it was still far less terrifying than the Lion King's oppressive power, it was still extremely terrifying. Moreover, she inadvertently witnessed the scene of the Purification Knights being dragged directly into the abyss by the other party's ghost.

"..."

Nitocris looked over at that moment, but she didn't attack Mordred.

Because no matter who her biological mother is, since the other party is Rovey's child, that child is also her own. Even though they are not her own flesh and blood, she must take care of them and absolutely cannot kill them. Moreover, the outcome of the battle on the other side has already been decided.

"Don't get distracted, Mordred."

"Remember what I told you when we first met? You have to be vigilant at all times on the battlefield. Now it's over."

While Mordred was lost in thought, Rovey's hand had already been placed on Mordred's chest without her noticing. Then, a ball of white light entered her body, causing Mordred to feel a slight pain.

"Wow! You're seriously underestimating me!"

"No, this is a very serious move. You'll have to bear with it, because it might hurt a little."

Seeing that the attack had worked, Rovey put away his cane, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers with a "snap!"

"... However, the pain only lasts for a moment."

The words fell softly.

"—Ughh..."

In the next instant, Mordred, who had been completely frenzied, stopped attacking and let out a miserable scream.

The ball of light that Rovey had just slapped into his body exploded inside him, as if it were being scorched by charcoal. It began to relentlessly erode, spread, burn, and tear into his body, only to recover and recombine again, repeating this process over and over.

The pain felt like being stripped naked and pressed onto a hot plate to be roasted; she could even feel her body burning fiercely inside.

"Ughhhhhh... What did you do to me?!"

Mordred knelt on the ground and cried out in anguish.

"Bear with it. It's just using magic to inject Michael's sacred fire into your body and then ignite the blessing bestowed by the Lion King. This fire doesn't burn the flesh, only the soul and the curse. Your blessing can be considered another form of curse, which is why it was ignited. Once it's burned away, your mind should return to normal soon. However, since fire is still fire, your soul will have to endure excruciating pain to remove the curse."

"Damn it—you bastard!!"

His entire body felt as if it had been filled with magma, and the intense pain was even more terrifying than when his father had stabbed him in the chest. Even the usually stubborn Mordred knelt on the ground and began to gasp for breath in agony.

"Just bear with it. Once you get through this, you'll be back to normal. Then we can have a proper talk."

As he spoke, Rovey approached Mordred, leaning on his cane.

"Or rather, you didn't actually need to risk your life for the Lion King to this extent—what are you doing... wait, what are you trying to do?"

Rovey suddenly noticed that the magic flowing through Mordred's body had changed once again.

The rate of magical energy flow increased from 300% to 500%, or even more, and it was still increasing endlessly. The electric current flowing through her entire body had become so enormous that it completely exceeded the limits of her Spirit Origin.

If Mordred's magic was previously like an inexhaustible, ever-flowing nuclear reactor, then now she's more like a brain concentrating all that energy, without considering any risk of collapse, making her as terrifying as a nuclear power plant about to explode.

"Haha... Who wants to talk to you? Idiot! I knew all along that I couldn't beat you, so I was waiting for this last resort!"

Curled up on the ground, Mordred endured the pain and mocked Rovey loudly. Her attitude was clear: she was activating her backup hidden energy... and wanted to drag Lowe down with her in a self-destruction.

"Are you an idiot? The Lion King doesn't need you to be so loyal, does he? Besides, your own father is coming..."

"Haha, perhaps. Even though I can't understand you now, I've managed to eliminate you. That would complete my mission! Now, come with me—whoa! What do you intend to do to me?!"

Just as Mordred was arrogantly giving her victory speech, a strange sensation in her chest made her let out a strange cry.

"Hidden energy on your back? Self-destruction? When I'm setting off fireworks with the Great Hero, you won't even know where you are."

Rovey felt around on her chest and successfully located the spot he was looking for.

"What are you talking about?!"

Mordred tried to stop him, but in the next moment, Rovey forcefully ripped her entire suit of armor off her body. In a short instant, Mordred felt a chill run down her spine, and in the blink of an eye, she was left with only a red strip of cloth covering her vital parts, completely exposed to Rovey's eyes.

"Are you some kind of pervert like Lancelot? You want to have your way with me while you're still hot before you die?"