The Master of Chaldea looked at the enemy and said, "Morgan, do you want to join forces with me?"
Crazy!
Crazy!
Everything had left the Child of Prophecy completely bewildered, unable to understand anything.
"What a pity. I refuse! This is my world. If you want to destroy it, you'll have to kill me!"
Morgan launched an attack without hesitation.
Countless spells lit up with dazzling radiance.
It was like a dense artillery position opening up with a barrage of bombardment against Nameless and the others.
Morgan herself held the Holy Lance and engaged Nameless in close-quarters combat.
The battle between the two sides instantly grew intensely heated.
That made Artoria Caster increasingly tense and uneasy.
But she was surprised to discover that, perhaps thanks to the boost from ringing six Pilgrimage Bells, she could easily withstand the opponent's merciless barrage.
The battle grew fiercer by the moment.
Countless spells bombarded the area wildly, smashing the surrounding houses to pieces like tofu.
Just then.
Nameless swung his sword at Morgan, and she seemed to deliberately send her heart onto the blade.
The entire scene looked "dangerous" to the extreme.
However.
Nameless slightly furrowed his brow and deftly shifted the blade, slicing across her abdomen.
Morgan staggered back several steps, only for Artoria Caster's magecraft to blast her heart apart!
Morgan's gaze went slightly vacant. She lowered her head and looked at the gaping hole in her chest before sighing. "Ah... I've suffered a fatal wound. I ruled Britain for more than two thousand years, yet I've never suffered such a serious injury."
"Eh? I actually injured you?" Artoria Caster was stunned.
Even after ringing six Pilgrimage Bells, she had not possessed the slightest confidence that she could injure Morgan.
The gap between them was like a natural chasm. It was