Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

The Lion King's eyes remained calm, her expression still serious, as if the Demon God Pillar's words hadn't affected her in the slightest. The light of the Holy Grail, however, began to spread outwards at this moment.

Tristan and Mordred, who had been dragging their injured bodies to provide support, looked down at their wounded shoulders and arms. The injuries that had been affecting their movements were healing rapidly under the golden light.

But at the same time, the "Gifts" on their bodies also grew stronger and stronger. At this very moment, Mordred, completely disregarding her already-healing left arm, clutched her head with both hands, as if some voice was endlessly whispering in her mind. It was noisy, irritating, and a fire of rage erupted directly from the bottom of her heart.

If the original Mordred was a Knight of the Sword who just had a berserk state, then the current Mordred had probably completely turned into a Berserker, her reason firmly locked away in the depths of her mind.

An unknown anger burned ceaselessly within her. Mordred charged directly towards the gate. Only through battle, only by continuously using her Noble Phantasm to vent the magical energy within her body, could she obtain a few moments of fleeting tranquility. Only slaughter, endless slaughter, endless battle, endless release of her Noble Phantasm. Even as she charged towards the gate, the knight's entire body was wrapped in crimson lightning. There was clearly no need for such a mana burst, but for Mordred, this was a state she had to maintain to keep from self-destructing.

And Tristan's state next to her was even more saddening. As noble as he once was, he was now just as fallen. If before he spoke of sorrow while killing with clean efficiency, now he even felt that killing was what brought him pleasure! To take the lives of others with the same hands that played music—what an exciting thing this was.

The Round Table Knights of the past once struggled with their conscience, moving forward burdened by blood and sin. But now, they were truly mad, truly fallen.

At the gate, Aslan, holding a divine sword in one hand and a spear in the other, gave chase to Gawain, preparing to take advantage of his injured state to eliminate a Knight of the Round Table. Even Gareth, gripping her spear, charged forward like a lone wolf.

This should have been a killing blow. But at this very moment, the power of the Holy Grail spread out. The bright sun that had been confined to the gate instantly expanded to cover the entire city. At the same time, the power in Gawain's body directly doubled. The wounds on his body began to heal rapidly. He swung the sun sword forward, and a burning wall of fire blocked Gareth's attack.

Although this burst of flame was extremely sudden, for Aslan, it was nothing. Avalon bloomed in an instant, creating a shield that protected Aslan personally. As the shield deployed, the flames automatically spread out around it. At the same time, he swung the holy sword in his hand forward.

At this moment, Aslan truly wanted to use his "Fair-Faced Youth" skill on the Sun Knight before him. Even if it couldn't charm him, causing him to be briefly distracted would increase the hit rate of his sword strike. But unfortunately, Gawain had held a repulsive and hostile view of Aslan since long before his life, so this skill was bound to fail. Even the normal Gawain in Chaldea would probably ask Gudako to try and not put him and Aslan on the same team.

Feeling the endless power surging through his body and the enhancement of his speed and defense, Gawain this time reacted quickly, parrying the Sword of Glorious Victory with his sun sword. Gawain, of course, understood where this power came from. The only one who could grant them such immense power at this moment was likely his own King.

"This power! Oh, King! I will surely bring you victory! Aslan! In the past, I never tasted the fruit of victory against you. This time, I will surely win!"

Looking at the supremely confident Gawain, Aslan just frowned slightly. The Sun Knight before him was indeed very strong now, but to say that he could defeat him with just this was a bit too overconfident! Aslan's Sword of Glorious Victory clashed with the sun sword, and he then prepared to use "Dragon's Blood Rampage." No matter how strong Gawain was now, with his own stats boosted by one rank and the absolute defense of Avalon, what could he do to him? But he wasn't the only one here. He could hold off the Gawain before him, but could the others hold off the other Round Table Knights?

Melusine launched a surprise attack on Agravain, who was standing on the city wall. It should have been a sure thing, but with the spread of the Holy Grail's power, Agravain's reaction speed had also improved. He directly ordered the Purge Knights beside him to block Melusine's attack path, using them as shields to protect himself. Melusine's sharp swords easily cut through the necks of these Purge Knights, but Agravain took the opportunity to reposition himself among another group of Purge Knights.

At the same time, the lightning of a released Noble Phantasm flashed from not far away. That crimson lightning shot out from the city walls, tearing through the sky and striking the plains in the distance, narrowly missing the first group of evacuating civilians. Looking up, Mordred, who had advanced at an absurd speed using mana bursts, had already arrived at the front line of the gate, letting out a furious roar. Wrapped in crimson lightning, the demonic sword in her hand danced continuously, bringing forth one pillar of lightning after another.

Agravain, seeing such a frenzied Mordred from a distance, couldn't help but purse his lips. "Has that childish knight finally gone mad? Well, this appearance does suit a knight who started a rebellion." Agravain had died early himself and didn't know that the direct cause of King Arthur's destruction was Mordred's rebellion. This time, having been summoned as a Heroic Spirit and learning of King Arthur's life, he naturally held no goodwill towards Mordred. One would have to be mad to betray that King. This frenzied appearance must be her true self.

Melusine temporarily gave up on Agravain and clashed in battle with the crazed Mordred who was charging at her.

Agravain, with the immediate crisis averted, naturally drove more Purge Knights into a frenzy, granting them even greater power as they charged forward.

Faintly, the sound of a harp came from the gate. One after another, invisible arrows shot forth from a distance. If it weren't for Arash's sharp eyes, these attacks would have likely already taken the heads of the ordinary civilians.