The Disliked Hans Christian Andersen

"Mordred!" Artoria rode her steed into the sky, gathering the power of the storm.

The red Dragon roared. In the name of the End, even if he had been summoned in an Alter form, he would still protect Britain and sweep away every obstacle!

"Father! Here I come!" Mordred used the boulder Artoria had hurled up to leap into the air as well.

The storm swept in crimson lightning.

"You hopping little insects—!!!" Cain roared in the voice of a young man, thick with fury.

Clang—

"You ought to shut that filthy mouth of yours already! Disgusting maggot!" Mordred slashed with her sword, and a huge spray of nauseating fluid burst from Cain's main body, splattering across the ground. "You keep repeating the same few insults. Are you really a Demon God?"

"Don't lose focus, Mordred!" Artoria thrust out her lance, and a torrent of magical energy struck Cain together with it.

Both sides were fighting fiercely, and Mash had already reached the foot of the platform.

As though Lawrence had known someone would come, he had long since placed a staircase of gemstones along the side of the platform. Mash stepped onto it and quickly climbed upward.

Meanwhile, Lawrence and Rosong had already begun fighting Barbatos atop the platform.

"Urgh—"

Boom—!!!

Although Lawrence had just shown off some fancy moves, it still could not hide the fact that his offensive power was weak. His son Adelson was handling most of the attacking.

Several enormous gemstone blades circled around Rosong's body, while several magic mirrors had been positioned around the platform's corners, reflecting magical energy and ready to change angles at any moment to bombard Barbatos.

Lawrence focused on fending off the magical explosions and lasers Barbatos might fire at any time. He concentrated fully on providing his son with