Chapter 120: The Evil Emerges! The Command Spell Backfires!
The battlefield was split in two, Servants clashing, Masters dueling.
As Arthur calmly faced the challenge, Gord's mind completely shut down.
He stared intently at the small figure in silver armor, with only one thought remaining in his mind.
Siegfried was fighting two against one!
He couldn't rely on his Servant!
He had to immediately deal with the enemy Master and then retreat!
At this thought, malice surged within him!
Gord roared, channeling his Magic, and the Iron Armament spell instantly activated, covering his hands and feet in cold, hard black light as he lunged forward like a beast!
"Heh."
Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling a hint of helplessness at his enemy's reckless fighting style.
He had intended to extract some information about Yggdmillennia during the battle, but this Magus, who was skilled in alchemy according to the intel—
He neither summoned a familiar nor used any tools, yet he foolishly attempted to challenge him, who possessed the Grace of God, in close combat?
How foolish.
Arthur's right hand seemingly lifted casually, but in reality, his Magic surged to the extreme, and his Magic Circuits instantly lit up!
Crimson Magic bullets tore through the air, forming an impenetrable net of firepower that descended upon Gord!
With killing intent upon him, Gord's pupils contracted, and in a hurry, he could only curl his body, using his spell-covered arms to take the brunt of the impact.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Magic smoke and fire exploded on his body one after another, each explosion tearing at his defenses, and intense pain immediately spread throughout his body.
A Magus accustomed to a life of luxury, he had never endured such suffering, and he roared repeatedly in his heart!
Why?
Why was this happening!
No matter how excellent a Magus from the Clock Tower was, summoning a Servant and supplying him with Magic should be a heavy burden!
Their Yggdmillennia family had already leveled the Magic gap with artificial batteries, so their strength should have been greatly narrowed!
What kind of terrifying Magic was compressed within these unremarkable Magic bullets!?
Gord rolled clumsily amidst the explosions, while Arthur, who was continuously pouring out firepower, remained composed.
He even had the leisure to divide his attention, carefully observing every detail of the opponent, from circuit activation to defense completion.
Unfortunately, the starlight mark on his palm showed no reaction.
'It can be basically confirmed that the Yggdmillennia Master has no abnormalities.'
'The mission target… could it really be within our own faction?'
Boom!!!
Explosive flames and crimson lightning burst forth, followed closely by a pillar of True Ether light mixed with an ominous aura, soaring into the sky!
At the center of the charred giant crater, Siegfried held up his greatsword, his skin covered in hideous crimson bloodstains, and his eyes completely consumed by viscous black ink!
Evil, first appeared!
A Magic storm mixed with True Ether particles raged, and that pure malice made everyone present look sideways!
The concept of a Heroic Spirit, moreover, instinctively sounded the alarm for the two Servants!
Witnessing this sudden anomaly, Karna and Mordred simultaneously pulled back.
Jeanne, who had been observing, also had a solemn expression; in the knowledge she had been granted, the Dragon-Slaying Hero Siegfried had no precedent for berserking!
At the same time, along with the Servant's anomaly, Gord, as his Master, also let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground in pain.
The Command Spell on the back of his hand was flickering rapidly at a strange frequency, and thick black marks were devouring the original vermilion, spreading and proliferating like poison along his arm!
Seeing this tragic sight, Arthur's eyes darkened, and he abandoned the idea of interrogating him.
He quickly walked up to Gord, looking down at him as he asked.
"Hey, your Servant is clearly not right. Do you mind telling me his True Name?"
Gord clutched his arm tightly, ignoring his question, only rolling and groaning in pain on the ground.
"Tsk."
Arthur clicked his tongue, looked up at the anomalous Servant who was still stirring up the True Ether storm, and transmitted a message secretly.
'Mordred, you personally fought him; can you guess the True Name of the Black Faction Saber?'
[…Who has time to think about that during a fight!]
Mordred's reply sounded a bit embarrassed.
Arthur gently tapped his chin with a finger, his thoughts racing.
'Then does he have any distinct characteristics?'
[Characteristics… being particularly resistant to cuts, does that count?]
Mordred's voice was full of displeasure, clearly still bothered by her inability to achieve a quick victory.
[That guy's body is ridiculously strong; even if my slashes bypassed his armor, they could only leave a bloodstain on his skin.]
[But precisely because of that, it forced me to unleash all my Magic, which made him reveal his trump card!]
Arthur heard this and chuckled wryly.
He no longer paid attention to the half-dead Gord on the ground, his gaze coldly fixed on the True Ether storm mixed with filth and evil, his eyes full of disdain.
'That's not his trump card; it's just the mastermind losing his rationality and exposing himself prematurely.'
'Go communicate with Lancer, team up, and prioritize eliminating the enemy Saber.'
[…Understood. But in exchange, after the battle, Master must tell me who that 'mastermind' is!]
'Alright.'
The communication ended, and Mordred glanced sideways at Karna, who was clad in golden sun armor, and laughed arrogantly.
"Lancer! My Master suggests we continue to cooperate. What's your opinion?"
Karna lowered his head and remained silent for several seconds, presumably communicating with his mysterious Master.
Soon, the Son of the Sun God nodded sternly.
He raised his God-Slaying Spear, pointing it distantly at the black and red intertwined, expressionless Siegfried in the eye of the storm, and said solemnly.
"Master permits, prioritize dealing with the Black Faction Saber. Red Faction Saber, this battle is dangerous, be sure to be careful."
"Ha! Worry about yourself more! My Magic is plentiful over here!"
Mordred scoffed, and to prove her words, she suddenly removed her horned helmet!
Surging Magic poured out from her body like a tangible substance, and she angrily raised her sword!
「Clarent Blood Arthur」!
Crimson lightning instantly dyed the entire silver-white blade, and an overwhelming torrent of Magic tore through the atmosphere, directly dispersing the True Ether storm!
Siegfried, who bore the full brunt of the Noble Phantasm's bombardment, still had a vacant look in his eyes, completely unconcerned about his body, which was on the verge of collapse from overuse.
He merely remained silent, thrusting his illusory sword forward, a twilight hue overflowing from the blade!
Greatsword of Illusion · Balmung!
True Ether, full power unleashed!
The crimson torrent of rebellion and the dim yellow dragon-slaying Magic light collided head-on!
At the center of the collision, space surged and wild winds raged!
The ground cracked and collapsed inch by inch under the terrifying pressure of Magic!
At the edge of the wilderness, Arthur raised his palm, and the Command Spell on the back of his hand burst forth with dazzling light.
[In the name of the Command Spell, Mordred, crush the enemy!]
Words turned into power, and the crimson lightning, at this moment, completely erupted!
In the next instant, the dim yellow light was completely devoured and crushed!
The scales of victory tilted, but just as the crimson lightning was about to pierce Siegfried's chest, a message echoed in Mordred's ear.
'Don't be careless, the enemy will not die even if his Spirit Core is shattered.'
Mordred looked up, glaring at Siegfried, and found that his body, which was on the verge of collapse, truly did not dissipate?
Just as she was about to step forward to deliver another blow, scorching sunlight burst forth!