Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed a figure quietly appearing in the clouds.

Is this... Ishtar?

Lan Ze subtly shifted his gaze, refocusing on Gilgamesh.

As if having made up his mind, the ancient Golden King slowly took a deep breath.

"Since that's the case, then I will show you my true strength."

As these words fell, it was as if even the raindrops froze. A dazzling golden light emanated from behind Gilgamesh, instantly illuminating the night, like a mythical descent.

From within the golden gate, the sharp edge of a weapon emerged.

It was a weapon shaped much like a key.

"Holy crap, you're unleashing your ultimate move right from the start? You have no sportsmanship..." Lan Ze remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was slightly startled.

This was the first time he had ever seen Gilgamesh use Ea immediately upon entering the battlefield.

"Greetings, EA, Lan Ze!"

Gilgamesh pulled this ultimate Noble Phantasm, symbolizing the beginning of all things, from the Golden Gate.

Sword of Rupture.

Medea's heart tightened, and she subconsciously looked at Lan Ze, only to hear him calmly say:

"Don't worry, I can get you out of here."

Medea's mind stirred slightly as she gazed at Lan Ze's face.

She didn't know where this master got such confidence, that he could utter such confident words when facing such a terrifying Noble Phantasm.

"What's wrong? Are you planning to give up resisting, Lan Ze?!" At this moment, Gilgamesh looked down at Lan Ze, his red eyes shining with a majestic light, looking down at the black-robed Servant on the ground.

"Your Majesty, Black Caster must not be killed!" Black Saber cried out urgently.

He had guessed that Gilgamesh incredibly powerful, but he hadn't expected him to possess such a terrifying Noble Phantasm.

With this kind of magical power, this attack would probably reduce Archer's Master Magic Power by a significant amount.

The oldest King of Heroes, his name is well-deserved.

What will the enemy's Caster do...? Black Saber subconsciously looked up, only to see that Lan Ze did nothing, his mouth was just slightly open.

Gilgamesh frowned slightly, wondering what Lan Ze was planning to do.

"Aaaa!"

A song that was completely unrelated to beauty suddenly rang out in the rainy night. Gilgamesh's pupils contracted slightly, and the EA in his hand dimmed for a moment. He cried out urgently, "Stop him!"

He thought Lan Ze was going to use the same trick again, summoning Tiamat.

Black Saber didn't understand, but still rushed towards the direction of Lan Ze.

Even the King of Heroes is so wary; this is definitely not a good thing!

At the same time, the Black Faction Berserker, who had been lurking in the darkness waiting for his chance, also rushed forward a few steps, his feet shattering the floor, and attacked Lan Ze like a phantom, his katana mercilessly stabbing towards his chest.

Lan Ze remained expressionless, raised his hand and waved it, and a chain emerged from the golden gate, trapping Black Saber.

A sharp blade whistled past beside him. Although this Berserker seemed gentle, just as Lan Ze had predicted, he was extremely fierce when it came to actual combat.

Lan Ze dodged the sharp blade, holding Medea tightly with one arm to ensure her safety.

Berserker seemed to have anticipated that the attack would be avoided. With a graceful turn, she raised her leg and delivered a vicious knee strike to Lan Ze's abdomen.

Lan Ze raised his hand and pressed it against her knee, then stretched out his right hand, a dragon claw-like hand reaching for her high, firm breasts.

Berserker's expression changed slightly, a hint of coldness appearing in her gentle, beautiful eyes as she hastily dodged away.

"Master, watch out above!" Medea suddenly cried out urgently.

On the streetlight, Gilgamesh's EA was poised to fire, ready to unleash its power.

At this moment, Lan Ze suddenly looked up and shouted:

"Fire!"

As the voice faded, a clear and melodious voice rang out from high above. "The time for revenge has come, Golden Flash!"

High in the sky, Ishtar, hidden among the clouds, smiled smugly. Ma'anna, having gathered her magic power, unleashed a powerful attack on Gilgamesh.

"Ma'anna's Noble Phantasm (An Gal Tā Kigal Shē)!"

Lan Ze didn't even look, raised his hand to summon a Heavenly Ark, picked up Medea, and jumped into the Heavenly Ark.

Not far away, Mordred, panting heavily, looked at the woman not far ahead, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like you'll have a bit of a hard time dealing with me, Mother."

Although she said that, she felt immense pressure.

She could clearly feel that her mother had turned off the water.

Seeing that Artoria didn't speak, but simply adjusted her breathing slightly and looked at her calmly.

Mordred frowned slightly. "I hate this perfunctory attitude of yours, Mother."

"Give up, there's no need for you to fight us," Artoria said calmly.

"I'm on the Black Faction, and you're on the Red Faction. We're bound to fight sooner or later... Do you expect me to defect to the Red Faction?" Mordred stared at Artoria. "What do you take me for?"

"I am Rebellious Knight!" Mordred declared loudly.

"So, are you ready to fight him?" Artoria countered.

Mordred's eyes flickered slightly. She didn't speak, but slowly pulled the greatsword out of the ground.

"The battle we just fought is almost over. I am indeed inferior to you in martial arts, but what about in terms of Noble Phantasm?"

Mordred raised her greatsword high, drawing in the surrounding magic. Red light gathered on the sword, shooting into the sky like a pillar of light.

"Mother, let me show you the true power of the Rebellious Knight!"

As he spoke, Mordred's greatsword quietly emitted an even more dazzling light, and magic gradually gathered on the greatsword.

"To my magnificent father—"

Artoria frowned slightly and quietly tightened her grip on the Holy Lance.

She didn't want to use her Noble Phantasm, but her daughter had gone to such lengths. If she didn't use her Noble Phantasm, even she would be seriously injured, or even forced to leave the stage prematurely.

It seems like it's really time to make a move... Artoria took a deep breath and slowly raised the Holy Lance.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

Not far away, when Lan Ze jumped onto the Heavenly Ark and was still holding Medea, Black Saber swiftly slashed at his back with her sword, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"Caster, being so distracted during battle is not a good thing!"

Just as the sword was about to strike Lan Ze, a red beam of light suddenly burst forth from nearby, heading straight for Black Saber!

"We pay our highest respects!"

As Mordred's high-pitched voice faded, her Noble Phantasm erupted, the red beam blasting towards Black Saber. At the same time, Lan Ze had already picked up Medea, boarded the Heavenly Ark, and flown towards the distant horizon.

Noticing the astonished looks from the Servant present, Mordred grinned and said, "Sorry, I'm defecting."

"Was that... Assassin's Noble Phantasm?"

Medea's mouth gaped open in surprise as she watched the red beam of light blast fiercely towards Black Saber.

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, still in a state of extreme shock.

Putting aside the fact that Assassin's Noble Phantasm is so terrifying, the most crucial point is... isn't Assassin from the Black Faction?

Why did they instead unleash a beam attack on Black Saber?

"Medea, can you use your Noble Phantasm?" Lan Ze suddenly asked, while simultaneously maneuvering the Heavenly Ark back.

Medea regained consciousness and nodded. "Barely acceptable."

Her Noble Phantasm can turn magical contracts into blank paper, and any life forms born from magic will be instantly destroyed.

This Noble Phantasm may seem ordinary, but it's practically a god-tier skill in the Holy Grail War, because she can use Noble Phantasm to sever the contract between any Servant and Master.

"Sever Mordred's Noble Phantasm," Lan Ze said.

Medea paused for a moment, then nodded.

Lan Ze piloted the Heavenly Ark and sped towards Mordred. In the sky, Gilgamesh and Ishtar were locked in a fierce battle, with deafening roars echoing through the night like fireworks bursting in the air.

"Before, in Uruk, Goddess Ben didn't attack you because she prioritized the greater good, but now it's different, Golden Flash!"

Ishtar flew under the night sky, Ma'anna once again gathered her strength, silently condensing a beam of light that was blasted mercilessly toward Gilgamesh.

"An incompetent goddess is an incompetent goddess. Even if I stand here and let you attack me a hundred times, you still can't do anything to me!"

Gilgamesh's voice was loud and clear. Facing Ishtar, he did not hold back as he had when facing Lan Ze.

After all, when facing Lan Ze, he couldn't be sure whether the Mother Goddess was secretly observing him... but when facing others, he didn't need to have too many concerns.

Rather, he will take it more seriously.

Although he always cursed Ishtar as "incompetent goddess, incompetent goddess," she was, after all, Goddess of Heaven, and if he didn't take her seriously, he would most likely mess things up.

This Holy Grail War is truly delightful!

A smug smile spread across Gilgamesh's face as the golden gate behind him quietly opened.

The two beams of light collided in mid-air. Lan Ze, riding his Heavenly Ark, sped past almost touching the ground, heading towards Mordred.

"Caster, use your Noble Phantasm!" Lan Ze suddenly shouted.

Medea raised her hand, and a sharp blade silently materialized in her grasp. She raised the blade and thrust it towards Mordred.

"Rule Breaker!"

A sharp blade pierced towards Mordred's head.

Berserker was about to step forward to stop her, but Artoria had already blocked her way.

Two female Servant with similar bust sizes engaged in a fierce battle, each swing of their weapons seemingly accompanied by the swaying of their breasts... It was not only breathtaking, but also incredibly awe-inspiring.

Click.

At that moment, Mordred could vaguely hear the sound of shattering glass beside her, and she felt as if the contract connecting her and her Master had completely vanished in that instant.

She looked up at Lan Ze, scratched her head, and was about to say something haughtily, but Lan Ze had already reached out his hand to her.

"Xiao Mo, come with me."

Mordred glanced at Lan Ze, then his gaze lingered on Medea for a moment.

The woman was looking at her with gentle, loving eyes, as if she were looking at her own daughter.

Mordred hesitated for a moment, then finally scratched his head. "I just can't do anything with you. In that case, I'll go back with you."

"Assassin!"

At this moment, Black Saber, who had been ambushed by her unsportsmanlike teammates, struggled to her feet. She glared at Mordred: "Are you going to betray your Master?! Is this what you meant by loyally serving your Master?!"

Mordred paused, then looked at Black Saber with a puzzled expression and said, "Don't you know my title? I'm Rebellious Knight. Is it any wonder that I would betray my Master?"

On one side is a strange Master treats her like a familiar, and on the other side is her loving Father King, and her mother is also here.

Even a fool wouldn't lose points on such an easy question.

Just as the Heavenly Ark was about to take off, Black Saber raised her head again, her gaze fixed on Medea, who was standing close to Lan Ze on the Heavenly Ark. She was at the most alluring young woman's age, with bright eyes like stars, snow-white skin, and a mage's robe that accentuated her well-proportioned breasts.

"Medea!" Black Saber suddenly raised her head and stared at the woman on the Heavenly Ark.

"Are you really going to betray the Black Faction?!"

Medea...? Upon hearing this title, Lan Ze looked at Black Saber with a strange expression, then glanced at Medea beside her.

Why do I feel like these two know each other?

"Betray?"

Medea repeated herself, and from beneath her hood, her beautiful eyes glanced at him indifferently, letting out a cold laugh, "Don't you know my name?"

Black Saber was clearly stunned.