Where's the promised harem of Heroic Spirits? Why is it all just me?

You must be kidding... Is this the extent of what the Holy Grail War can achieve?

Weber stared at the sky in despair until he felt a cool sensation on the back of his head as if a bucket of water had been poured over him.

He jerked his head and found himself still in the yard. The heaviness of the world had vanished, and before him stood the Conqueror's hand, about to touch his face.

"Rider?!" Weber was shocked.

"Oh? You're awake, Master." Iskandar's big hand stopped in front of Waver. "Just now, you suddenly fell asleep in the car and wouldn't wake up no matter how I called you."

"Am I hypnotized?" Weber reacted immediately, a chill running down his spine. "Where's Caster?"

"It turned into a petal and ran away." Iskandar pointed his thumb at the tree that had been broken in two. "What a tricky ability."

"Am I really awake?" Waver was terrified until the King of Conquerors raised his hand again. "No, no, no, I'm awake, I'm awake."

Caster was driven away, but the situation did not get better. The assassins surrounded him, including Lancer and Archer who could be seen in the sky.

"Master... I'm going to use my Noble Phantasm." Iskandar mused.

At this point, that's the only option left.

An assassin rushed up, he nimbly jumped over the ox cart and rushed towards Weber behind.

"Get ready..." Iskandar also calmed down and gripped the dagger tightly.

at this time--

"Bang!" A black shadow descended from the sky and smashed the hammer in his hand on the assassin's head.

"Ah!" The pink-haired girl with pointed horns stood up, waving hammers in both hands and showing her teeth at the assassins, like a panting cat.

"It's Berserker!" Weber said in surprise.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of wind chimes rang out lightly, and a girl dressed in witch costume walked in from the main door with her hands in her pockets.

The two fox ears on her head moved back and forth, as agile as those of a small animal.

"Good evening? This is the right place, right?"

"Hmm, hmm, hmm." Frankenstein nodded to Tamamonomae repeatedly, and his movements were so large that you could hear the sound of breaking air.

“These people…” Iskandar was stunned for a moment, then smiled confidently, “Hahaha, our reinforcements have arrived too!”

In the sky, Gilgamesh held up his face and looked at the people who suddenly entered the scene, with a subtle expression on his cold face.

I have never seen the fox or the strange man with horns, but I have heard of the latter.

But he was very familiar with that pool of mercury.

They are all acquaintances.

Tokiomi had been keeping an eye on the battlefield situation, and as the number of enemies increased, he became increasingly nervous.

“King, it’s time to show your might.” Tokiomi pleaded with Gilgamesh again.

Even when he regarded himself as a subject, he did not act like a subject.

Gilgamesh was very dissatisfied with Tōsaka Tokiomi's seemingly subtle order, but he was in a good mood and didn't care.

It just so happened that seeing the chaotic fight on the ground, he also became interested.

“When cattle are slaughtered, they should be tied up with chains.”

As he spoke, a large ripple appeared in the air.

Frankenstein was still fighting with his servants while greeting Waver and the others, when he suddenly felt the sky become brighter.

In the night sky, ripples are reflected in the sky like a pond on a rainy day, and chains with cold light extend out like lotus leaves.

"not good?"

Tamamonomae looked at the sky, feeling the strong divine agent, and said with his head tilted.

At the same time, on the other side of the residence, Mordred was still fighting an endless duel with Altria.

It had been a long time since Bree had felt tired with so many bodies facing different battle scenes, and he now felt quite dazzled.

Time to end this part.

After blocking another sword attack from Altria, Mordred kicked out, sending her back several meters.

Then she gathered her sword above her head.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father..."

Red lightning flashed on her sword, and a surging hurricane of magical power began to shake.

"Is it finally coming? The true name of the Noble Phantasm..." Artoria also raised the weapon in her hand.

Starlight gathered from her side and continuously merged into the weapon, like a moth looking for a light source.

The holy light illuminated her delicate face, and the world seemed to shine with it.

On one side is the extreme anger that wants to destroy everything, and on the other side is the sacred light that represents almost everything.

Both men swung their weapons simultaneously.

"Rebellion against my magnificent father (Clarente Blood Arthur)!!!"

"Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)!!!"

Two beams of light exploded at each other, the high temperature scorched the air, and magic distorted the space.

Although the magic power seems to be very different, it is almost foreseeable that the two light cannons will collide with each other, annihilate each other, and eventually fall on one of the two sides after the magic power is almost consumed.

This is theoretical.

However, unlike what was expected, the red light cannon did not collide head-on with Artoria's bombardment, but instead burst towards the sky.

Artoria looked up in surprise and saw a red light cannon sliding across the sky, like a billiard ball hit by an athlete from a distance, hitting the chains falling from the distant sky.

"boom!!!"

The sacred Heavenly Chains shifted under the roar of the Noble Phantasm. Gilgamesh, the operator, could feel that the releaser of the Noble Phantasm controlled the force and did not actually hurt his best friend.

But even so, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Gilgamesh was the one who owed a favor, and he was just cooperating in the acting. Just like this attack, he didn't intend to hit the target, but was just pretending to be a participant and showing off his own strength.

But the light cannon deliberately fired when it was time for the counterattack, which surprised Gilgamesh.

Could it be that Bree or Ruler hadn't told her about themselves?

Or... is there some other purpose?

Gilgamesh sat back down.

He looked at the battlefield in the distance. Mordred tried his best to avoid the holy light cannon, but was still blown away by the aftermath.

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117. Mood

The Sword of Promised Victory represents the most core part of the legend of King Arthur, and is also the most complex holy sword in the Type-Moon world.

Even if the one standing here is just a Servant, the power of the Holy Sword cannot be denied.

As the holy light cannon released violent magic explosions, the entire street in front was burned to pieces. Fortunately, Artoria's angle was upwards, so the houses across the street were not burned into ruins.

The petals all over the street were swept into the air by the aftermath. These flowers guarded the world of the residents on this street, making them sleep soundly, as if they were in a different time and space from the devastating battle outside.

The light cannon, like solar wind, gradually died down. Artoria kept holding her sword, silently watching the melting asphalt road in front of her.

Modred sat under the house opposite, with her head lowered. Her armor was damaged and she no longer looked as majestic as before.

Artoria turned her head and saw that the ripples in the sky had receded, and the golden throne carrying Archer was floating into the air, as if retreating.

She looked back at Mordred.

"Ahem..." Mordred coughed up a mouthful of blood. She looked up at Altria, "What are you waiting for?"

"You gave up victory," said Artoria.

"I gave up the victory against you." Mordred exhaled through his nose. "I can win against you by myself, but if we drive Archer away, our team will win."

"If you die, your Master will withdraw from this Holy Grail War."

"The rules are different... Besides, you know nothing about my Master. She will never quit." Mordred snorted and laughed.

"Don't you want to kill me? Are you going to give up even this for your Master?" Altria didn't know what kind of look to give her.

"Once upon a time, I could have given up everything for you." Mordred said with his head lowered.

These words were like a sharp arrow piercing Altria's heart, causing her pupils to tremble.

She thought of the knight in front of Sunset Hill, who was as crazy as a devil and only wanted to destroy herself.

He also recalled how she had hidden silently in the corner before the rebellion when the Knights of the Round Table were still together.

The two figures simultaneously overlapped with the heroic spirit in front of them.

Like Artoria, Bree has now calmed down and completely entered into the role.

She felt her own state of mind and recalled the dream that had left a lasting impression on her.

As a prematurely matured android, Mordred is essentially just a manipulated child.

She has admired the great Knight King since she was a child, and therefore, she can't wait to reveal her life story after learning about it.

However, King Arthur refused to acknowledge her, which not only made her feel abandoned by her father as a child, but also made her feel betrayed by her faith as a moralist.

Dreams allow Bree to empathize with Mordred and fully experience her state of mind, but they are ultimately not her.

Even so, he still put himself into the mindset of Mordred, and the divine light seemed to bring them back to the battlefield of Britain.

Bree suddenly wanted to ask a question, not just to get the role, but also because he really wanted to hear Altria's answer.

Mordred raised his head and looked at Artoria: "Father, what am I?"

"..." Artoria looked at Mordred's face, which was almost identical to her own. She sighed, "You don't have the courage to be king. If I acknowledge you, it means you have the potential to inherit the throne."

Mordred lowered his head again.

Thinking about it, it was obvious that this was indeed the right answer. It was a complete waste of time. Bree felt ashamed of her sudden urge to seek clarification on behalf of Mordred, who didn't exist.

Altria suddenly put down her sword, the tip of the sword touching the ground, her eyes buried behind her veil: "But... at least there is no Camelot here."

"..." Mordred raised his head again, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Can this sentence be understood as, there is no so-called throne now, so there is no problem in recognizing an illegitimate child?

A sense of surprise came over me.

It was not only because of Altria's coy and soft words, but also because Mordred's role in the panel suddenly increased a lot. In that instant, it went from 49% to 61%.

Bree certainly knew that the interaction between Mordred and Artoria could greatly improve the character's playability, and therefore, Bree often sent Mordred to fight King Shrew.

But the current situation is incredible. Logically speaking, a one-time increase of more than 10% of points is only possible when there are points available for distribution.

Mordred stretched his neck, trying hard to see clearly into Altria's eyes beneath her veil.

Is it because I have accomplished what the original clone wanted very much to accomplish?

If you think about it carefully, the second sister who likes humans has never really been an idol because of her self-exile, but when she plays Euryale and performs under the attention of many stars, she can still significantly improve her acting skills.

I should have thought of it earlier...

Mordred suddenly raised her hand, and a sword appeared in her hand. She stood up with the sword.

Artoria immediately raised her weapon and stepped back in surprise.

This guy looked like he was about to die just now?

This is natural. Originally, Brook wanted to let Modred leave, but now he has changed his mind.

Since playing with Altria can increase your role-playing ability so much, why not play for a few more days and gain a few more points? Maybe by the end of the game, you can have a max-level account again.

Having said that, that will be after today. Controlling four clones to fight at the same time is still a bit difficult for Bree. Mordred looks tattered now, so he can take this opportunity to retreat.

Seeing Altria's shocked expression, Mordred smiled carefreely: "The battle continues, father."

Because of the story that he was able to raise his sword and chop off Altria's skull even after being pierced by the Holy Lance, it is not ridiculous that Mordred really has combat continuation skills.