Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

The outer shell of the Holy Spear began to manifest around the city. Black flames fell from the sky, seeming to dye the world in only black and gold. The black flames continuously burned the shell of the Holy Spear. Finally, the shell began to show signs of collapse. The Lion King, sitting on her throne, had a change in expression, but her features ultimately relaxed.

No matter. It's just the outer shell of the Holy Spear being opened. It's just that those rebels are about to enter this city. To think they can defeat me is still a pipe dream.

The Lion King sat up straight and began to command and operate the Purge Knights. At the same time, the golden Holy Grail appeared in her hand. The power of the Grail began to spread, and the Demon God Pillar within the Grail became even more cheerful.

The Demon God Pillar also, along with the Grail's power, continuously spread its own influence. The affected Purge Knights began to undergo a subtle change. As their bodies continued to grow larger, golden patterns began to appear on them. On those golden stripes, eyes like topazes appeared. Although these Purge Knights were severely influenced by the Demon God Pillar—if their former selves appeared so holy and solemn, then at this moment, on top of that holiness and solemnity, there was an added, indescribable weirdness hidden beneath the sacred exterior. If, at this moment, the class of these Purge Knights were displayed above their heads, you would surely find that they had all changed from their respective classes to a black color, having been ultimately stained by the power of the Demon God Pillar.

At the same time, the outer shell of the Holy Spear finally burst open. The shell that had been protecting this holy city was now shattered. Now, the originally tightly shut gate could finally be broken open with brute force. Mordred looked at the familiar yet strange gate before her. Seeing that the protective shield here had been broken, a smile appeared on her face. She then kicked the gate.

With this lightning-infused kick, one of the two tightly shut gates flew backward, slamming fiercely against the wall behind it. The shattered stones kicked up a cloud of dust. Logically, there should be no dust in this holy city. But it was a pity; from the moment the protective shield shattered, the myth of this city had already been broken.

"F*ck! How did these puppet knights turn into such a ghostly state?"

Upon seeing the large number of Purge Knights within the city, all of whom had changed in appearance, Mordred couldn't help but let out a British curse. And this curse made Morgan, who was standing not far away and was somewhat weakened from releasing her Noble Phantasm, frown. She didn't remember ever teaching Mordred to speak such vulgar words.

Just how did Artoria raise this child? Since this child had never shown such a bad habit in front of her, she must have become like this on Artoria's side. Morgan couldn't help but feel that while she was a good King of Men, she was a terrible father. What a pity Mordred died so early; she herself didn't have the ability to re-educate her.

"Mordred, calm down!"

Upon hearing her cheap mother's words, Mordred pursed her lips and reluctantly reined in her flippant demeanor.

With the opening of the city gate, the power of the Holy Grail began to spread outwards, affecting the Purge Knights who were already fighting outside. The bodies of these Purge Knights began to twist rapidly, then started to inflate like balloons. Their armor also began to change, shattering under the strain. The broken parts were then filled in with gold, and topaz-like eyes immediately appeared.

Upon seeing this situation, Da Vinci frowned slightly. "Ritsuka, you and Mash should head straight for the royal palace! When you reach the key intersections, I will block these puppet knights for you!"

Morgan glanced at Da Vinci, then the blue flame spear summoned by the staff in her hand shot into her own body. Morgan wasn't injured; instead, the tips of those same spears burst out from within the bodies of the surrounding Purge Knights.

"Aslan... I'm leaving Artoria to you. Although a thousand years have passed, I still don't know how to face her. It's better not to meet. Besides, this Artoria is not the Artoria I knew."

Morgan turned her head slightly to look at the swarming puppet knights, a strange look on her face. She didn't know what kind of mood she should be in when she met Artoria. As mentioned before, acknowledgement was one thing, but dislike was still dislike. To interact in a completely hostile manner seemed inappropriate, but to get along like normal sisters was also out of the question. Moreover, this Lion King was not the Artoria she had harmed. What's more, Artoria probably hated her too. Perhaps after another thousand years, she would be able to face Artoria calmly.

Aslan glanced at Morgan and finally nodded, indicating that he understood. Since Morgan was unwilling, he naturally couldn't force her to see the Lion King. No matter what, Morgan was his teacher; the respect he should have, he would have.

Upon hearing what her cheap mother said, a smile appeared on Mordred's face. "Really? You're not coming along? That's great! I'm so much more relaxed! Hmph! Let's go! Time to see that bastard goddess who's occupying my father's body!"

Mordred looked at the Purge Knights blocking her way with growing annoyance. "Aaargh! Seriously! Why are these knights clogging up the road?! At this rate, when the hell will I get to see that damn goddess!!"

Mordred vaguely remembered that the damn goddess had the Holy Grail in her hand. It was impossible to wait for that damn goddess to run out of mana and for these Purge Knights to be consumed by them. In a long-drawn-out battle, it was more likely that they would be the ones to run into trouble. Perhaps the current Lion King was planning to use these Purge Knights to exhaust their stamina and then wipe them all out in one go. Whether this was the method of a god or a last resort given to the King by Agravain before he went out to fight... after all, such an insidious battle strategy was probably something only Agravain could think of.

And at the previous battle site, Lancelot cut a Purge Knight in two with one sword strike. Agravain, meanwhile, sensed the shattering of Camelot's entire protective shield. "How could this be?! That's the shell of the Holy Spear!! Tch!"

Agravain placed his hands on several Purge Knights and began to absorb the magical energy from their bodies to strengthen himself. Since the protective shield was broken, he had to stop this man before him, even if he became contaminated by the power of the Demon God Pillar!