"Uh-ahhhhh-" The female servant was knocked into the air by the joint efforts of Mordred and Manlio, feeling her internal organs vibrating violently.
"Hey ah--"
The sword was slashed out, and even though the female servant tried desperately to avoid it, a big hole was still opened in her stomach, and her whole body fell to the ground.
"Sorry, I can see how powerful you are, but you can't defeat me." Mordred was almost unscathed, not even scratching his armor. He looked down at the rider lying on the ground coldly, "Now
, as the loser, tell me your real name and the purpose of being here!"
When the follower heard the word "loser", his eyes suddenly turned red.
The magic power in her body suddenly became restless.
"...Even if you are in a desperate situation, do you still want to make the final resistance?" Mordred sighed, "Although I really want you to have a fair duel with me, you are a strong woman,
But right now... it's more important to save this place."
Without saying another word, under Manlio's somewhat unbearable eyes, Mordred pierced the female servant's spiritual core.
but......
Mordred has already retreated, and the golden light that heralded his exit has appeared, but the female servant has not disappeared.
"...I am, the Queen of Palmyra."
There was a little light in her dull eyes.
"My name is Zenobia!"
"Can the battle continue..." Mordred showed a look of understanding, turned sideways and said to Manlio: "Manlio, you go to support Fujimaru Ritsuka's side first.
, they should also be fighting over there, here... leave it to me."
Manrio did not hesitate, but believed in Mordred.
He nodded: "Then please pay attention to safety!" After saying that, he got into the thick fog.
The armor on Mordred's head was lifted, revealing his appearance inside.
"You said you are the king! Then, as a knight - I will naturally give you a dignified exit!" she said loudly.
She raised her sword, which was the sword given to her by her father, Arthur Pendragon, and its name was Claren.
"Proof, begin -" the female servant named Zenobia chanted wordlessly.
"Those who have met the brave queen on the battlefield, your dreams will break my shackles." She knelt down on one knee, as if holding something in her hands, "In order to be liberated from this shackles, I will deny myself!
"
"This sword is the supreme reward from my father King Duanli, the sword that cuts off evil shining on Kamlan!" Mordred held Clarent in front of him, his eyes serious and nostalgic, "
Please—witness it!”
"Crush the shackles of gold, the shame of gold [Authentic Triumph]!!!"
"The Sword of Radiance is at the side of my beautiful father!!!"
Countless light beams appeared behind Zenobia, accompanied by the sound of the golden chain breaking, and accompanied by the golden unyielding eyes, they bombarded Mordred.
boom--
Mordred ignored it and waved his sword straight towards Zenobia.
Boom boom boom————
The red thunder was wrapped in light, pouring down, and violently collided with Zenobia's Noble Phantasm.
Mordred just put the sword on the ground and looked seriously ahead, watching the confrontation of the Noble Phantasm.
She sighed.
This king named Zenobia was destined not to win, and she knew it.
"Although you can still attack, your magic power is seriously insufficient. Being able to release the Noble Phantasm is unexpected. How can you compare to...me?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Zenobia's screams were heard.
The aftermath of the Noble Phantasm had disappeared. Mordred walked over and looked at Zenobia, who was lying there, about to disappear.
"Is there anything else you want to say? King Zenobia of Palmyra." She looked down at the loser, but she left her pity behind.
"Be careful with those mirrors... don't look into... the mirror..." Zenobia sighed and left a sentence, before Mordred turned into
Golden particles floated in the air.
"...I understand." Mordred did not stay and turned to leave.
On the other side, Matthew and Lawrence have also resolved the battle.
The servant who fought with them, holding a large black crossbow like a gun, was named William Tell.
When he was defeated, he also left the same words as Zenobia.
"I already know why there are no phantoms in this area." Lawrence said slowly while looking at the golden particles scattered by William Tell.
"They must have been killed by these two cavalry servants." Fujimaru Ritsuka touched the head of Mashu who was standing next to him and took up Lawrence's words.
Lawrence nodded and looked at a few people: "William Tell and Zenobia reminded us not to look into the mirror before they left. There is a reason for this."
"Based on their current state, they should... lose themselves." Two gems appeared in Lawrence's palm, one turned into a mirror, and the other turned into a person, "Losing themselves...
...Lost your mind."
Bang.
The villain collided with the mirror and the villain was shattered.
"The mirror should be a medium, not only a medium for summoning phantoms, but summoning phantoms and mirrors are not necessarily related." Manlio hugged his chest and pinched his chin, "So, the mirror should be just a means of performing magic.
, rather than the magic performed?"
"No, it should be the relationship between basic magic and advanced magic." Lawrence shook his head, "The mirror itself can reflect things, and it can be regarded as a kind of magic. The subsequent actions of making people lose themselves and summoning phantoms should be
It is an advanced magic developed based on this magic."
"Ah, if you put it like that, it can be explained. You are worthy of being a teacher!" Manlio said that I am the No. 1 Lawrence player.
He was referring to the stress response of the phantom created by the gem, which would actively go to the place of battle.
But no phantom is approaching here.
Because the two riding servants here have already lost themselves to the magic mirror, and have been automatically "filtered" by the mass-produced phantom.
"There should be nothing valuable in this blank spot." Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her skirt, "Mashu, let's go back."
She glanced to the west. There was still a blank spot on the Croydon side, but the battle here had been delayed for half a day. The blank spot where Sakata Kintoki went was still fighting. Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little worried about the situation there.
"Let's go to the blank spot where Mr. Jekyll is!"
After freeing up their speed, several people quickly rushed in the direction of Ba Jin.
And Ba Jin...
Hundreds of phantoms surrounded the four people in three layers and three layers outside.
"Are these guys still coming out of the mirror? That's outrageous!" Sakata Kintoki complained endlessly as he dealt with the phantoms coming from several directions at the same time.