Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

"As you said, I am indeed fake." Hearing Mordred's doubt, Siegfried, whose voice was now completely Siegfried, raised his sword and pointed it at Mordred: "But, this sword and this power are undoubtedly real!"

"Really? Then let's give it a try!" Modred rushed towards Sieg with a sword in hand. She was shocked at the moment of fighting. Although her hands were constantly moving to suppress Sieg, the power she felt was extremely real.

Just like what Sieg said, he is indeed a fake, but his strength is real and unquestionable, and even his combat experience seems to have been inherited.

This change also shocked the three people in the sky courtyard, and Mo Li shook his head as he watched. It didn't matter anyway. Semiramis and the others were going to seize the Holy Grail next, so it would be better to go somewhere else to participate. As the male protagonist, Sieg would find it difficult to die, and there was no need to worry about Mordred. There was nothing to see here.

If Shirou Kotomine changed his mind and let Semiramis use magic cannon to attack Sieg, then there would indeed be something to worry about, but Shirou Kotomine chose to leave the protagonist Sieg alone, thinking that if he didn't care, the other party would die soon, which led to his ultimate failure.

For Mo Li, it doesn't matter who wins in this world, and he doesn't need to remind anyone. Although Kotomine Shirou is in a cooperative relationship with him on the surface, that's all. If his wish is not to materialize the souls of all mankind, Mo Li might remind him.

Anyway, I just need to retrieve the Holy Grail in the end.

Mo Li flew to the other side and looked at the two female servants below whom he knew, and then looked at the monster-like Spartacus who was rushing towards him from the other side. He always felt that there might be something wrong with this servant, and the other party might not be ready to self-destruct and exit like in the original work.

Atalanta stood on the ruins of the house and looked at Jeanne. She had no memory of the situation, so this was her first time seeing Jeanne. "You are the Ruler, right?"

Seeing another Red Servant standing in front of her, and that the Red Servant had a history of attacking her, Jeanne immediately pointed her spear at Atalanta: "Red Servant, Archer, Atalanta!"

"Don't worry, I don't intend to harm you. After all, I haven't received such an order..." Atalanta lowered her bow slightly as she spoke to show her sincerity, but what she was going to do was probably even worse than an attack.

After all, the completely uncontrollable berserker Spartacus is far more troublesome than an ordinary servant.

Joan of Arc also realized that Atalanta seemed to have brought something. As a judge, she could sense other servants. Now she could sense that in addition to Atalanta here, there was another servant who was coming quickly.

"What on earth is going on..." Joan of Arc stared at Atalanta. She had no idea what was going on with the servant that was approaching, but she also didn't think that the other party was simply chasing Atalanta. There must be something wrong here, otherwise this archer would not have to stand in front of her for so long.

Atalanta smiled upon seeing this. Joan of Arc had obviously realized something and smiled as if her plan had succeeded: "Hmph, at least I won't attack you now..."

Joan of Arc had just finished listening when she heard the monster-like Spartacus, who was chasing her from the other side, shout, "My iron will cannot be stopped!"

What followed was a tremendous force that even shook the earth. The dust raised by Spartacus made it difficult for Joan of Arc to see the whole picture.

But there was no need for the smoke to dissipate. The monstrous Spartacus suddenly stood up. He was now dozens of meters tall. His thick neck had two dog-like heads, and his lower body and upper abdomen were all protruding tumors. He had several pairs of legs. His right hand was thick and his left hand was slightly smaller. His back was covered with glowing and wriggling tumors. He had an extra left hand growing on his back and another left hand at his elbow.

As for the only remaining appearance of Spartacus himself, it was the human head left on top of the largest dog head on the left. The head with blond hair, like a small and inconspicuous tumor on the top of the head was the only part that resembled a human, but that was all.

It doesn't look like a human at all! And it certainly doesn't look like the Servant Spartacus who initially looked only two or three meters tall!

If Atalanta hadn't used her Noble Phantasm to beat Spartacus into this state, she wouldn't have believed that this was the Berserker from the Red Team.

Jeanne was also extremely shocked looking at the monster in front of her. The Berserker Servant reaction she sensed was exactly this thing in front of her. She shouted in disbelief, "Berserker?!"

Atalanta smiled slightly, concentrated an arrow and shot it at the huge eyeball on the right side of the monster Spartacus's head. The arrow hit the opponent's skin as soon as he moved a little. The power was not great, but it was enough to attract the opponent's attention.

The arrow pierced into the monster's flesh without even shedding a drop of blood. The monster's skin was so thick that it was longer than the front half of the arrow.

After shooting the arrow, Atalanta turned around and ran without hesitation. Before leaving, she said to Joan of Arc: "I'm sorry, I'll leave it to you from now on."

Joan of Arc panicked when she heard this and quickly turned around only to see Atalanta's back: "Wait!"

Atalanta ignored her at all. This was her mission. Leading Spartacus here was already completing the mission. As for how to deal with this monster, that was Joan of Arc's own business.

Even the pain had dulled. Spartacus turned his head to look at the arrow. Suddenly, the injured part began to swell up even bigger. He smiled happily: "What a refreshing pain!"

Feeling the pain, the unconscious Spartacus laughed and looked at Joan of Arc on the ground: "You are the one who is hindering me!"

However, at this moment, the collision of Sieg's and Mordred's Noble Phantasms created a pillar of purple light that shot up into the sky. Even the haze of war in the night dissipated at this moment, instantly attracting Spartacus' attention: "Oh! That's the light that illuminates the people!"

Jeanne was also surprised by the pillar of light rising into the sky. Its timely appearance helped to draw attention away. "Is that light a Noble Phantasm?!"

Spartacus, who wanted to pursue the light, turned around and immediately attacked the only obstacle in front of him. No one could stop him from running towards the light of freedom!

At the same time, a large number of Dragon Fang soldiers who were chasing Joan of Arc changed their attack targets and rushed towards Spartacus.

After watching for a long time, Mo Li also wanted to take action. He had already grabbed the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. He always felt that there was something wrong with this Spartacus. In this case, perhaps it would be better to send him to death sooner. After all, he was not truly neutral.