Hearing Aslan's words, Lucius, who had originally wanted to let go and let Aslan vent his anger, looked carefully at Aslan's eyes. He could be sure that the golden-haired young man before him genuinely wanted to fight him. After a moment of thought, Lucius sighed and raised the enhanced demonic sword in his hand.
Since his beloved had chosen to fight, then he would follow his beloved's wishes. Because he liked him, he chose to accept. It was that simple. Although Lucius himself really didn't want to fight. To put it bluntly, Lucius's current appearance was really like that of a simp. But as long as Lucius himself was happy, how could you say the Roman Emperor was in the wrong? It was still that old saying: although he was a simp, he hadn't broken any laws.
Of course, if Aslan knew what the Roman Emperor was thinking right now, he would probably get another case of goosebumps while also being impressed. Of course, to have a good fight with this Roman Emperor was also something Aslan had wanted to do for a long time. As a warrior, how could he not fight against a powerful person? In fact, 1500 years ago, Aslan had wanted to have a spar with this emperor. But at that time, this emperor was busy stabilizing the rear, and he himself was busy with the creation of the Supreme Masterpiece. Indeed, neither of them had much time or mood for it.
Aslan raised the holy spear in his hand. To fight the Roman Emperor before him, he still chose to fight in his capacity as the blacksmith and knight of Great Britain. Therefore, the Holy Spear could be released as a Noble Phantasm, but it would by no means be the main weapon of this battle.
A dazzling golden holy sword appeared in Aslan's hand. The brilliance that this holy sword shone with made Lucius involuntarily think of that King Arthur of the past. Lucius's mind even wandered. If he had known back then that his dream lover was related to King Arthur, then would he have been able to negotiate peace with King Arthur back then? At that time, they would have been family. They could have at least formed an alliance and withdrawn their troops. But from the personality shown by the young man before him, wanting to turn this young man into his empress was not a simple matter.
"Are you ready, Emperor of Rome?"
Lucius took a deep breath and aimed the demonic sword in his hand at the holy sword before him. "Of course I'm ready. On the contrary, are you ready to experience my might? Let me conquer you!"
Mordred, leaning against the wall, watched the two who were preparing to fight. She clutched her injured chest and her mouth twitched. From the magical energy and aura that was erupting now, these two were truly worthy of being the leaders of their time. Should one say, "as expected of the Roman Emperor and the master of the artificial god"?
At this moment, Mordred had to admit that the magical energy and temperament that these two erupted with were much stronger than the power she could erupt with. Although she was by no means weak, compared to these two before her, perhaps it was really that she had lived for too short a time. Compared to these two, she had not yet taken that step towards ultimate strength.
"Honestly, to still have to use your strength to hit me at a time like this. How can you act as elders like this..."
The first moment the holy sword and the demonic sword clashed, a powerful magical energy spread out to the surroundings. The power that erupted outwards was simply as if it were preparing to flatten everything. The rubble and all the protruding decorations that had been left on the ground from the previous battle were all swept into a surface as smooth as a mirror by this magical energy.
Just how powerful of a clash of magical energy could create such a scene? Mordred couldn't help but use her magical energy to form a shield of spreading crimson thunder on her body to prevent this powerful impact from affecting her.
"Simply two monsters..."
Only then did Mordred realize that when he was fighting her, this Roman Emperor seemed not to have used his full strength. Now, the power that erupted from the battle between the Roman Emperor and her cheap elder was much greater than the power when he had fought her.
The golden holy sword in Aslan's hand clashed with the demonic sword once again. The brilliance of the swords that the two erupted with alone formed a pillar of magical energy that shot up into the sky.
At a large gate in this Hanging Gardens, the old insect, who had walked out from the gate that Abigail had opened, looked back at this spiraling, soaring, powerful magical energy. The old insect couldn't help but exclaim. He had not expected that the Roman Emperor would have a day where he would seriously help him fight. If the old insect knew that Lucius was actually encountering someone he couldn't quite refuse, he would probably be so annoyed that he would spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing as this old insect was already very old, let's not tell him this heart-breaking news for now.
After arriving inside this Hanging Gardens, the old insect's body began to continuously twist, changing into the form of a swarm of insects. He turned his head and glanced at the only useful Heroic Spirit he had summoned. The old insect took a deep breath. "By my Command Spell, I order you, strengthen Abigail Williams's Noble Phantasm and strength, and eliminate the master of this Hanging Gardens."
The old insect's lips curled into a smile. He would have Abigail go and fight that Empress of Assyria, and at the same time, attract their attention. And he, as the Master, would go directly to the location of the Holy Grail. There, he would directly make a wish. After devouring and absorbing the souls of so many Heroic Spirits, the current Greater Grail should have already met the conditions for a wish. There was no need to wait for the end of the Holy Grail War at all. He could realize his long-cherished wish. After he had realized his wish, he would then turn his head to deal with the person who had stolen this Holy Grail. It was a bit of a pity that he had received the news that Darnic was already dead. This made the old insect feel a little bit regretful. Why hadn't that arrogant man died at his hands? To be killed by a ghost who was already dead in his eyes must have been a great blow to that proud heart.
The old insect walked step by step into the darkness. At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the priest of the Red Faction he had seen. Although it was just a glimpse from afar, he always felt that that priest's appearance was extremely familiar. But when he tried to think about it specifically, also because he hadn't paid attention to these things for too long, he couldn't recall when he had seen that priest. The old insect shook his head. Since he couldn't remember, he might as well not think about it. Right now, nothing was more attractive than the Holy Grail.
Over there, Amakusa, after sensing that the magical energy in the Holy Grail was sufficient, also stood up. "I'll leave this to you. It's time to declare the end of the Holy Grail War."
As long as he made a wish, the Holy Grail War would end. The Heroic Spirits should also make their exit because of this. It was time to write the final chapter, although this Great Holy Grail War had only been held for a few days.