Chapter 50: Gord's Redemption

Mordred shot Rider an annoyed look, but quickly realized that Rider's strength was merely on the level of a second-rate, or even third-rate, Servant.

His tone turned arrogant. "Sorry, but having magical energy means I can do whatever I want."

"Oppressor? Do whatever you want?"

Spartacus appeared soundlessly behind Mordred.

"Fuck your mother! Die, oppressor!"

Chapter 50: Gord's Redemption

"Feel my love, oppressor!"

Without hesitation, Spartacus swung his sword at Mordred.

Caught off guard, Mordred was struck by the greatsword and sent flying.

"Saber!" Shishigou Kairi had already been unable to resist hiding in the back, but after running only a short distance, he raised the Command Spell on his right hand. "Heal!"

Mordred, who had been sent flying and severely injured, finally recovered quite a bit.

He felt somewhat regretful that he had failed to notice the Berserker who had suddenly appeared. That Berserker was like the Black Faction's strange Assassin—appearing and vanishing unpredictably, forcing his Master to use a Command Spell.

"Damn it—just a third-rate Servant." Veins bulged on Mordred's forehead, and his eyes widened as if distorted.

"Yo, oppressor, did you feel my love? Hahahaha—comrade, come! Command me to put an end to every monarch and bureaucrat who oppresses the people, so the people may have the whole world!"

The artificial girl whose head Spartacus had grabbed and tucked under his arm trembled, nodding uneasily.

"Let's go—"

But before she could finish the word, Spartacus launched forward like a GTR, charging at Mordred.

Rushing about wildly, Spartacus, who had nearly lost his reason, still stood firm as a warrior against all tyrants.

"First, I will defeat you, an immature oppressor. Then I will defeat the others—there are still so many scents of oppressors, scents of the lackeys of oppressors. Ah—I smell it. That glittering golden, revolting scent