24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

"It's so bloody. Is this really something that can be broadcast?"

"Please ask the following minors to leave the live broadcast room voluntarily, and please parents to watch over their children."

In BB's live broadcast room, the main perspective has been following the battle between Mordred and Eric. This is the first time for the audience to intuitively feel the real hand-to-hand combat between heroic spirits. It feels like an eye-opener.

However, some people are worried about something strange at this time, that is, they are afraid that such cruel scenes will leave a psychological shadow on minors.

Regarding this situation, BB was a little numb.

Sure enough, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Now that there are more than one billion viewers in her live broadcast room, it is not surprising that some weird things appear.

"This doesn't mean you'll die...?"

Returning to the center of the battlefield, Mordred held Clarent tightly in his hand, and thick blood flowed out from the gaps in his gauntlet.

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This sticky feeling was a little uncomfortable, but the knight's qualities allowed her to suppress the urge to check the wound.

Among the smoky ruins, the majestic figure of the Blood Ax King stood up with difficulty. The Dragon Climbing Sword just struck him directly, but it did not cause fatal injuries.

"Ooohhhhhhhh...!!!"

"Puha..."

Eric stood up with the beast ax and stared at Mordred with his blood-red eyes. He wanted to roar in anger, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a large amount of blood spurted out.

A sword mark cut from his chin to his side, the wound was so deep that it almost split his body in half.

Through the torn flesh and blood, you can see broken bones and even beating internal organs.

An ordinary person would have died long ago from such an injury, and even a heroic spirit's spiritual core would be severely damaged.

But fortunately Eric the Bloodaxe is a Berserker, has an extremely tough body, and has battle continuation type skills, so he can continue to fight.

"You can run away, because your opponent is me, Mordred."

Seeing the enemy in such miserable condition, Mordred's heart was shaken.

After all, she was just an ordinary girl not long ago, and her empathy for her fellow humans still lingered deep in her heart.

"Roar!!!!"

Mordred responded with the furious roar of Eric Bloodaxe.

He leaned down and allowed the dark blood lines on the beast ax to spread to his body, and abnormal magic power spread out from around his body.

This is the precursor to releasing the Noble Phantasm, and he is going to use the ultimate weapon of the heroic spirit!

"Really, do you still have the will to fight..."

"As expected of a heroic spirit, I admire your perseverance."

"But no matter what, anyone who stands in my way of obtaining the Holy Grail must die...so——"

Looking at the blood-axe king who was still screaming in the sky despite the cracked wounds on his body, and who was already going crazy after assimilating with the beast axe, Mordred's voice was more serious than ever.

"You deserve to receive my sword!"

She held Clarent in front of her and twisted the sword.

"Ha, let me start ravaging you!"

boom!

The black-red magic light beam shot straight into the sky, and the Noble Phantasm was ready to go as the chanting of its true name was chanted.

"It's blood! It's blood! It's blood!"

[Blood-stained crown style]

At the moment when the magic power in his body reached its peak, Eric suddenly rushed out, wrapped in the red light of the blood axe.

"As you wish! Kill you!"

【Rebellion against my gorgeous father】

Not to be outdone, Mordred stepped forward fiercely, the heavy sword in his hand instantly reached his waist, and then swung down suddenly.

A huge energy beam surged out, and an ominous black-red aura wrapped around the light cannon, hitting Eric the Blood Ax in a straight line.

"Bloodaxe: Let me perform a face-catching light cannon."

"Pull, pull, the first heroic spirit without a light cannon appears."

"I'm sorry to meet you in this form, Eric, King of the Vikings."

"It's just a light cannon, watch me push it back with my hands!"

"A real man should have a chest-shattering light cannon. Anyone who uses a light cannon to blast a light cannon is a sissy!"

If you use your physical body to hit the light cannon, you can imagine the results.

The blood light on Eric's body and Clarent's sword light were destroyed after a moment of stalemate, and what followed was the tragic fate of resisting the Noble Phantasm.

After Mordred's sword calmed down, everything in front of her had been completely destroyed.

The audience in the BB live broadcast room also took advantage of their talents as fun-lovers and immediately began to make up various jokes for Eric.

There is no way, modern people are always willing to add insult to injury to losers.

Eric's performance in this battle was indeed a bit stretched, and his Noble Phantasm was of the type that didn't look very flashy, so everyone didn't have a very strong impression of his strength.

But in fact, the upper limit of Eric the Blood Ax is very high.

If Mordred had listened to Snow's suggestion and cleaned up the surrounding monsters before fighting Eric the Blood Axe, she would have discovered the horror of the Blood Axe.

As long as the creatures that die around him will provide him with blood, the strength that the beast ax can exert after drinking enough blood cannot be generalized from the original one.

It can be said that it was Mordred's pride that made this battle much easier.

"Heroic spirits are indeed different from monsters. They feel much harder when cutting."

Taking off his gauntlet, Mordred inspected his injuries.

The tiger's mouth tore open a thick wound due to excessive force, and blood was slowly flowing out from it.

There were bursts of pain in other parts of the body. It seemed that the muscles could no longer bear the load due to the frequent use of magic power.

And the most important thing is that, with the blood of the red dragon, she now feels that her spiritual core is a little empty, and the recovery of magic power cannot keep up with the consumption rate.

"Well... after all, this is the last level to get the Holy Grail, so it should be a little difficult."

After confirming that there was nothing serious about his body, but that he could not use the Noble Phantasm temporarily, but he could still fight normally, Mordred breathed a sigh of relief.

You know, there are a lot of monsters around the Holy Grail.

Now, stone giants, chimeras, and wyverns have surrounded them.

They chose wisely to wait and see while the two heroic spirits were fighting each other. Now that the victory between the lions has been decided, it's time for the hyenas to take advantage.

"Hmph... You ignorant beasts, let me chop you into pieces next..."

Surrounded by a pack of wolves, Mordred looked as usual.

To her, these huge numbers of monsters were not as threatening as the Blood Ax King.

Lions are not afraid of hyenas. Even lions who have just experienced a war and are physically and mentally exhausted still have their own pride.

But just as Mordred looked around to see where to start the killing, a strange thing caught her mind.

Directly in front of her, where Eric was wiped out by the light cannon, there was a card floating and spinning in mid-air, flashing and emitting psychedelic colors.

83. I got the Holy Grail!

Seeing the cards that appeared inexplicably on the battlefield, which were somewhat inconsistent with the bloody and evil painting style here, and full of fantasy colors, Mordred felt familiar.

"That is……?"

The memory flipped quickly, and the body acted subconsciously.

She rushed out like a cheetah and quickly took the floating card in her hand.

[Heroic Spirit Card—Eric the Blood Axe]

Summary:

Heroic spirits summoned by the self-protection mechanism of the Holy Grail will leave some traces after being killed.

You can use this as a holy relic to call upon the heroic spirits on the throne, or you can also try to take this power as your own.

If...you have this qualification.

From the Master's unique information panel, Mordred saw detailed information about this card.

"It is indeed a Heroic Spirit Card!"

She said it looked familiar, and it turned out to be the same thing as the Mordred Heroic Spirit card she had obtained before.

In other words, can you use this card to summon a heroic spirit, or possess it to others to become a pseudo-server similar to her?

But looking at the last sentence, it's obviously a warning.

What would happen if I tried to possess this power without being recognized by the heroic spirit?

"Wait... Is this a heroic spirit summoned by the Holy Grail to protect itself?"

Without delving too deeply into how much shock this card would have on human society, Mordred suddenly noticed this sentence on the card's information list.

"Could it be that!"

She was startled and immediately raised her head, and sure enough she saw some changes in the Holy Grail in the sky.

The Holy Grail, which originally stayed quietly high in the sky, is now emitting bursts of colorful light, with dots of spiritual beings condensing around it.

"It's summoning heroic spirits!"

Realizing this, Mordred immediately gave up the idea of ​​killing all the monsters and harvesting a large wave of loot to level up quickly.

Her current state is not suitable for continuing to fight the heroic spirits. It would be very dangerous if the Holy Grail is allowed to summon the heroic spirits again.

"Wait for me..."

Mordred's steps were always faster than her thoughts. Before she could think through everything, her actions were already unfolding.

Carrying a terrifying momentum, Mordred directly knocked away the Chimera and Stone Giant in front of him, aiming directly at a bipedal flying dragon parked on a telephone pole.