"Defeated opponent? You really dare to say that!"
Compared to the him of the past, who was somewhat weakened by fatigue and travel, the him of now was much stronger than when he had fought King Arthur. Especially after just having warmed up. At this moment, he could perfectly exert the full power of this body. Under such circumstances, this little brat before him, who it was still unknown if she could surpass King Arthur, was calling him a defeated opponent?
In Lucius's eyes, this was the funniest Roman joke he had heard since he was born!
The next moment, Lucius's figure disappeared from his spot. Mordred quickly raised the knightly sword in her hand. Immediately, an immense force came from the sword in her hand. Mordred was sent flying outwards directly.
Mordred gritted her teeth. At the same time, she immediately understood what kind of monster, what kind of humanoid magical beast, her own father had faced back then. Such explosive power, such speed, such strength, and that one sword strike just now that she had almost failed to block! It was truly... exciting.
Lucius's figure followed quickly, even a few points faster than the flying Mordred. He once again raised his own foot and kicked rapidly at Mordred's chest, as if trying to kick through the armor of this Knight of the Round Table with this one kick, and preferably, to directly kick her out of the stage.
Lucius had also taken all the anger he had just felt towards Abigail and was preparing to vent it on this little brat before him, who didn't know her own strength. After all, this little brat had also provoked a lot of his anger. So let's just settle the old and new scores at once!
Mordred's reaction was also swift. This time, she raised her own hand and directly grabbed Lucius's foot. She then began her own magical energy burst, letting the crimson thunder spread towards the Roman Emperor before her.
It was just a pity that the armor on this Roman Emperor's body emitted a burst of red light and directly destroyed the entangling thunder. This made Mordred feel very annoyed. And so, she directly held onto this Roman Emperor's leg tightly, her body, along with the force from being sent flying before, spun to the side. She was determined to have this Roman Emperor cushion her fall even if she had to slam hard onto the ground.
On the other side, not far from the Hanging Gardens, Jeanne had finally protected Spartacus, and at the same time, had attracted him to the designated location. She was preparing to have Spartacus release his Noble Phantasm here, to open a path for herself to the Hanging Gardens.
No matter what, the third party had already violated the rules, so the Holy Grail absolutely could not fall into their hands!
At this very moment, Spartacus, also because he had absorbed too much attack power, had his entire body's mutation become more and more obvious. At the same time, his spirit also became more and more chaotic and crazy. "Hahahaha, hahahaha!! This is rebellion! Rebellion is my everything!!"
The giant body, which seemed to have three heads, was being continuously attacked by the tentacles. The beast-like head and the twisted human face at the same time let out a roar. Feeling the sharp, bone-like blades on those tentacles cutting through his own body, the magical energy under his muscles turned into a dazzling red light, which could explode at any moment.
"Oh oh ah~ very good... very good! More! Give me more!! Hahahaha! My iron fist is love!! Come, accept my love!"
Spartacus's giant fist was raised, and then smashed hard among these tentacles, directly breaking many of them in the middle. The immense power sent these broken tentacles flying into the distance, at the same time splashing a spray of purple blood.
Jeanne turned her head to look at the few controlled fanatics around her. Even if these people acted so crazy, they were, for now, all victims of this Holy Grail War. Even if the possibility of these people recovering was very low, Jeanne would absolutely not allow the power of Spartacus's Noble Phantasm release to harm these people.
But it was a good thing that because the path forward on the battlefield was so narrow, these fanatics had no way to leave this area and go to other places. As long as she released her Noble Phantasm, she could protect all of them.
"Spartacus, you are a hero, so I cannot agree to you harming these people. While you are opening the path, I will protect these people!"
Unlike the silver banner in Aslan's hand, the banner in Jeanne's hand began to bloom with a golden light.
Spartacus's body also swelled to its extreme at this moment. The compressed points of fire on his body, just looking at them, made one feel terrified. Once he was allowed to release his Noble Phantasm and explode, the destructive power it would create would surely be even greater than imagined.
On the mecha, Aslan, who had just arrived at the edge of the Hanging Gardens, looked at Spartacus on the ground who was preparing to explode, and couldn't help but associate him with a certain weapon of extremely great destructive power.
"The time has come! My one blow will destroy all suppression! Crush all power! This is Spartacus!!"
The power on Spartacus's body, which could no longer be suppressed, quickly broke through his body, and then erupted outwards from the mouths of those strange heads. A purple magical energy shot up into the sky, carrying scorching heat and destruction, and spread out to the surroundings.
Jeanne swung the banner in her hand, pulling it to the side. The golden light was incomparably dazzling in this night sky. The holy banner spun once in her hand. The bottom of the banner lightly collided with the ground, making a crisp sound. Immediately, Jeanne took a step forward and raised this banner high. "O my flag, protect my comrades! [Luminosité Eternelle]!"
The golden light turned into a barrier, into a shield. The purple magical energy destroyed the ground, tore at those tentacles, and then followed.
Aslan, who was piloting the mecha in the sky, was also affected by this aftershock. The entire mecha was blown by the airflow to the point where it was difficult to control. He could only be forced to land on the edge of the Hanging Gardens. At the same time, a portion of the purple magical energy, after being deflected by the golden shield, also crashed onto a part of the Hanging Gardens, making this already-persecuted-by-multiple-Noble-Phantasms Hanging Gardens a bit more broken.
This powerful purple magical energy even carved out a huge trench on the ground. In the trench, because of the high temperature, it had turned into a liquid state. This time, it had truly and utterly changed the terrain. It was simply like creating a river channel. To be precise, two. After all, with Jeanne's Noble Phantasm point as the center, that purple magical energy had split into two and cut outwards.
Looking at the cleared path, Jeanne looked back at the ordinary people she had protected, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. She had to hurry to the Hanging Gardens before those tentacles sealed the path again. If the revelation the Lord had given her was not wrong, this third-party Master who had violated the rules should have already entered that city at this moment.