Hellish Affairs

Then the originally suppressed and injured opponent broke out with even stronger fighting power.

The curse-like attack and the ability to heal itself bothered Mordred a bit.

God's Punishment Boar (Agrius Metamorphose).

It is said to be the cursed Noble Phantasm of the Calydonian monster shot by Atalanta, who obtained the power of the monster by wrapping its skin around its body.

Mordred didn't know that the opponent's ability was not self-healing, but that damage to the enemy could restore his own vitality.

Once this treasure is used, the spirit will be controlled by the wild boar, so the huntress, who is famous for her handsome feet in Greek mythology, has fallen into a state of deep madness even though she has gained powerful power.

"Ahhh... I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" Atalanta was already staring at Mordred with a grim face.

Atalanta's green and beautiful clothes had changed.

At this time, his appearance was like the incarnation of the legendary wild beast, Calydon the wild boar.

Atalanta, whose expression became ferocious, held the Bow of Dark Sky in her hand, and her magic power turned into arrows of hatred.

Black and purple raging demonic flames cling to the arrows.

"Bang bang bang!"

After waving his sword to resist the continuous attacks, Mordred was also knocked back for a certain distance, which seemed a bit difficult to resist.

She has already noticed that while the opponent can attack continuously, each attack has the power of Noble Phantasm!

"Tsk! Don't underestimate me!" Mordred roared through gritted teeth.

Red thunder flashed on the red and white blade, and the surging magic power was violently swung out by her.

A blade of light slashed towards the red Archer in the distance with a cold edge and attached magic power.

However, Atalanta, who had become more flexible and full of wildness, just slightly lowered her body before flashing past the sharp knife light.

At the same time, he rushed towards Mordred at an extremely fast speed, which seemed to be completely unbehavior of an Archer.

Burned by the hatred condensed into substance, the hands with purple-black magic power have been used by Atalanta as weapons.

Eyes full of tyranny stared at the blond girl, wanting to tear the red Saber in front of him all the time.

"Chong!"

After colliding with Mordred's sword, there was a powerful clanging sound when metal collided.

After seeing the curse-like magic power leaving traces on the sword in her hand, the girl's face changed, and a huge magic power was instantly aroused.

Atalanta, who looked like a beast, sensed the danger and took a step back.

Evading the red Saber's magical power like red thunder, Atalanta, who lowered her body, bared her teeth and issued a low warning.

Like a beast that attacks at any time.

Looking vigilantly at the red Archer who has turned into a demon, Mordred asked through the master-slave contract: "Hey, Master, can you see it? I'm going to release the Noble Phantasm?"

"Oh? Are you going to use the command spell?" The lion Jie Jieli, who was spying on the battlefield through the owl's eyeballs, also saw Mordred's weakness.

It seems that it is because of the influence of popularity.

Mordred's combat effectiveness is not outstanding in the Knights of the Round Table, and his time as a prince in history is too short.

That's why the fighting power is different from the black Saber who is the dragon of disaster.

After thinking for a while, he made a choice: "I understand, then use the treasure! I will support you."

"Oh!" Mordred raised his mouth, his emerald eyes fixed on the red Archer in front of him: "Now let this guy see..."

"boom!!!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another deafening sound behind the girl, and at the same time, the hanging garden under her feet seemed to vibrate.

Mordred knew that it was another scene caused by Joyas fighting with others, and muttered in a low voice: "Is there anyone else who can fight Joyas to such an extent? Are the servants on the red side too strong?" ?”

At this time, the lion Jie Jieli said hastily: "What are you walking? Ahead!"

"What..." Mordred hadn't had time to look up before he was gone.

Then he saw a figure wrapped in purple-black magic all over his body, like a wild boar rushing in, zooming in sharply in his field of vision.

Despite the intuitive reminder, Atalanta's speed was too fast.

Mordred, who only had time to raise his sword sideways, was already knocked into the air as if hit by a large truck at high speed.

Fragments of the armor splashed into the air for a while.

"Damn it!" Lion Jie Jieli no longer cared about the gap between himself and the followers, and ran out from the dark with a double-barreled shotgun in his hand to attack the red Archer, trying to attract him.

However, Atalanta, who possessed beastly intuition, instantly judged that the bullet made of fingers was no threat to him at all.

She rushed towards Mordred who was struggling to get up without looking back.

Lion Jie Jieli gritted his teeth when he saw this, and said, "I use the command spell..."

No, it's too slow.

He immediately noticed the astonishing speed of that crazy red Archer.

Just when Lion Jie Jieli felt powerless and watched the demon rush towards Mordred.

Reflecting the moonlight, a pale silver figure first appeared in front of Mordred like an afterimage.

Facing the maddened Red Archer, the Holy Sword Master uttered a word in a cold tone: "Get lost!"

"boom!"

I saw that black and purple figure was slapped back like a fly.

Chapter 253 Joyas, the parent of the bear child

A faint silver glow fell on the silver-blue armor, and the golden hair seemed to emit a soft light in the night.

"Joyas?" Mordred raised his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his emerald pupils.

She didn't expect Joyas to arrive from another battlefield so soon.

"I didn't expect her to use this treasure... Did you finish off Little Jack?" Joyas, who was slightly angry, held the blade and looked down at Mordred who was only slightly injured. relieved.

It seems that the armor given by Morgan is still quite hard.

"Little Jack? The Red Assassin?" Mordred had stood up again, shaking his head: "I just chopped her up. I didn't see her again during the battle just now. She should be summoned back by my master." Alright."

"Really..." Joyas nodded, then looked up at Atalanta who had turned into a demon in the distance.

After being shot flying, Atalanta turned over and landed on the ground lightly, as if she was about to bite her silver teeth, staring at Joyas, and roared in a low voice: "Saber of Black!"

"Don't stare so scary, I haven't done anything?" Joyas, who thought he was already very gentle, looked at the other party innocently, and then sighed with regret: "But now it seems I can only ask you to leave."

After all, Atalanta was unable to communicate after going mad, unless she was summoned in the form of a demonic pig from the beginning.

In that case, even the berserk Atalanta was able to keep his head sane rarely.

...Well, although the berserkers I met in Chaldea seem to have several guys who look more normal than other classes.

Atalanta opened her eyes full of hatred: "I want to kill you! For insulting me on the battlefield, you and the red Saber's lives will be used to pay for it!"

"Joyas did this kind of thing on the battlefield?!" Circe, who came late, didn't expect to hear such an explosive thing as soon as he arrived, and his face was blushed: "Insulting... insulting the other party What! This is too perverted!"

"Tell me in advance, it's not what you think at all! You idiot!" Joyas, who was full of black lines, didn't expect that the Eagle Witch would turn the topic off as soon as he came, and he was going to politely say something Say something harsh before the battle.

Mordred, who was standing behind Joyas, looked at the two of them suspiciously: "What are you talking about? I don't quite understand it?"

Sigurd beside Circe also asked his followers curiously.

"Hey, you are still young, so you don't need to understand this." Joyas coughed lightly, and then comforted the girl.

"Huh? Why are you so young!" Mordred straightened his body, opened his eyes wide, and said dissatisfiedly: "I have obviously grown up!"

"...Let's just treat it like this." In order to suppress his smile, Joyas looked at the red Archer with a serious expression: "Then let's deal with the enemies first."

As if aware of Joyas' intentions, Atalanta took the lead in attacking.

The black-purple magic flames attacked the black Saber densely like a rain of arrows.

Facing the arrow with the power of the Noble Phantasm in every blow, the magic flow from Joyas' body poured into the Noble Phantasm in his hand like a key.

In an instant, dozens of golden ripples appeared in front of him.

Use the treasure to defeat the treasure!

The golden treasure that pierced through the air accurately defeated every arrow transformed from magic power.

Joyas with shining red eyes also took the opportunity to shuttle through the intertwined rays of light, and rushed straight to the red Archer.

"Whoosh!"

Atalanta spread out her black-purple magic-woven wings on her back, and flew directly into the air.

Ability to fly?

Joyas, who had just approached the Red Archer, raised his head and poured out magic power with his expression unchanged, while tensing all the muscles in his body.

Then the whole person shot up from the ground like a bullet, and the broken ground cracked into a big crater centered on Joyas.

Finding that the black Saber also appeared in midair, Atalanta flapped her wings and accelerated her speed, trying to distance herself from him.

However, the chains that looked like a long golden snake pierced through the air again, trying to wrap around the opponent in all directions.

Joyas also used the chain protruding from the void to keep stepping and jumping, approaching the nimble and agile Atalanta.

As the chains continued to shrink, Joyas approached.

Finally, Atalanta, who was unavoidable like a caged animal, was ablaze with hatred all over her body, and chose to use the Noble Phantasm.

She let out a roar full of murderous intent: "Shadow of Burning, Arrow of Backing the Moon, Saber of Black! Bear my hatred! Dark sky eclipse shot!"

As if crushing the air, Atalanta, who regarded herself as an arrow, ignored all obstacles around her.

The purplish-black figure that looked more like a missile than an arrow walked through the thorny golden chains.

With hatred enough to turn into a curse, the blow was released with all the magic power of Atalanta.

Joyas, who was stagnant in mid-air, looked at the other party calmly.

"boom!!!"