Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

Mordred, who was knocked into the air and even seriously injured, finally recovered a lot.

She was a little regretful that she didn't notice the Berserker that suddenly appeared. That Berserker was like Black's weird assassin, elusive, forcing her master to use the Command Spell.

"Damn—a third-rate follower." Mordred's veins bulged, and his eyes distorted and enlarged.

"Yo, oppressor, do you feel my love? Hahahaha—comrades, come on, command me and let me end all the monarchs and bureaucrats who oppress the people, and let the people get the whole world!"

The android girl who was caught by Spartacus on the shoulder and hugged his head trembled, and nodded a little uneasy.

"Let's go-- let's go."

But before the word was spoken, Spartacus ejected and started like a GTR, rushing towards Mordred.

Spartacus, who was rampant and almost lost his wisdom, still stood firm as a warrior against all tyrants.

"First you, an immature oppressor. And then others—and a lot of oppressor smells, oppressor lackeys. Ah—I smell it, that golden, repulsive smell, Must be the cruelest king, the most loathsome oppressor!"

Spartacus slashed at Mordred violently.

Mordred had no idea that the opponent's strength would be so great.

A flash of thunder was suddenly released, and she pushed the opponent away with all her strength.

With an excellent master, Spartacus's muscle strength has reached its peak at this time, which is the strength that Mordred can barely bounce off under the blessing of magic power.

"Ah—won't you accept my love? Oppressors! Feel the love you gave me, and I will return it to you like this!"

Mordred, who could barely catch Spartacus' movements, retreated helplessly, and then retreated, using his excellent agility to create a distance.

She couldn't understand at all, it was a berserker, how could it have the hidden effect of an assassin?

"Damn, are you really just a berserker?"

A small charm shimmered silver.

It was an item that Shirou had left for her in the drawer, and it was an amulet designed for sneaking in.

In fact, this pendant is a shrunken version of Wang Hassan's shield. The concealment effect is much weaker, but it is very convenient to wear.

Assassin is really number one in the world!

Assassins are the strongest!

The android girl is even more convinced of this.

Mordred felt that he had seen hell, a berserker could be so elusive—she had never heard of this Spartacus being so capable.

"A mere berserker—" Mordred growled unwillingly.

Spartacus once again swung his great sword to oppress Mordred.

"Saber, get out of the battle. I seem to have gotten some information just now. It's about the red side from the Magic Association. Let's retreat first!"

Mordred, who was given a reason to leave the battle, gritted his teeth.

Is it time to retreat?

I managed to find a reason for myself to withdraw without hurting my self-esteem. My master is really hard to lead myself, right?

"Understood, master!"

Seeing Mordred who used his own speed to escape from the battle, the android girl helplessly stopped Spartacus.

"Ah—can't you give that oppressor more love?" Spartacus smiled, "Then let's hit the more tyrannical king hard!"

"Smell it, smell it! Oppressor, die!"

The android girl closed her eyes, shivering, and grabbed Berserker's head.

Assassin, come and save me!I can't control this berserker!

…………

When Joan arrived at the artificial man's control room, most of the control room had been destroyed.

The bloody and man-made man died before he was born, not even because his magic power was drained, but because he was raided by the hanging garden.

Gold looked at the fallen artificial man with ashen face.

"Idiots, useless things, I didn't create you to let you lie down like this! You should wake up, wake up! Open your eyes, open your eyes!"

The lack of magic power made Gold's body a little tingling, but he still used some magic to try his best to heal the artificial human who might still be alive.

"Wake up! Useless trash, wake up quickly. It's fine if you're alone, did anyone survive? Did anyone survive!"

Of course not.

In order to completely cut off the supply of black's magic power, the red's fortress was almost steadily smashed to pieces.

This is all due to the perfect planning of Gilgamesh.

Whether it is the bold and wonderful idea of ​​using the Hanging Garden to steal the Great Holy Grail, or cutting off the supply of black magic power.

It was all planned by her.

Gold wailed silently, and with his hands, tried hard to throw the glass shards from the artificial man.

"It's better to wake up."