Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Journey

Mordred was not surprised, but even so, she could not dispel the resentment in her heart. Mordred-themed phone case

"Damn it!!!"

The anger in her heart surged ever higher.

Mordred clenched the sword in her hand once more, scarlet lightning coiling around her body. Clearly, this was another sign of a Noble Phantasm being unleashed.

Rather than sit and wait for death, the Rebellious Knight chose to fight this nearly invincible illusion to the bitter end.

"A mere illusion, a mere fake—don't underestimate me!!!" Mordred-themed phone case

Suppression

Clang—!!!

The silver and purple greatswords passed one another, as did the silver and purple figures.

The silver "Gawain" suppressed the purple Lancelot with only one hand on his sword. That bull-like strength made the latter's palm ache faintly.

A melody suddenly rang out. Tristan lightly plucked the strings of his harp with five fingers, his slender fingers pressing down upon the strings as he played a beautiful piece.

Unfortunately, no one else present had the leisure to focus on his performance. Beneath that pleasant music lurked deadly intent.

Rose-colored rays of energy flew from the harp in his arms alongside the beautiful, elegant melody.

Each one flew toward different parts of the enemy's body.

This was Tristan's unique method of attack.

Every strike landed solidly on the enemy, yet without exception, none inflicted even the slightest damage upon that bull-like opponent.

Like a "city wall," it could not be shaken in the slightest.

It had to be said that the enemy's "imitation" was not merely an illusion. It had even reproduced the Sun Knight's "stats" remarkably well.

A fierce gust suddenly swept across the battlefield. It was the aftermath of the fake "Gawain" using swordsmanship identical to the real Gawain's as he fought Lancelot.

A head of rose-colored long hair