The sudden burst of magical energy, naturally, could not have only attracted Jeanne, who was the referee of this Holy Grail War. In a city not far away, the white-haired girl who was preparing to hunt for food also lifted her head. Such a powerful magical energy has erupted. I'm really a bit curious, but should I go there?
The magical energy brought by hunting ordinary magi was really a bit low. If she could hunt a Master, she should be able to return to her best state in a short period of time. So, she should go and take a look...
The white-haired girl frowned. After a moment of thought, she lightly leaped and disappeared from her spot.
At the same time, in a city not far away, Mordred lifted her head from the dinner plate in front of her. In front of him, the table was already piled high with plates. Each plate was stained with the sauce left over from a meat steak. Clearly, these plates had once been filled with meat, and it seemed that all of it had been eaten by Mordred.
Although he did not inherit the throne, he did inherit the royal stomach.
Perhaps the Pendragon family of Great Britain, in the future, if they wanted to see who was of the true family bloodline, they should just hold a big-eater competition.
"Master!"
Mordred quickly grabbed a napkin from the side, wiped his mouth, and his eyes stared straight at Shishigou before him. Clearly, he really wanted to participate in the upcoming battle. Mordred was not a well-behaved Heroic Spirit to begin with. Plus, with such a violent burst of magical energy, a large number of warriors would surely be attracted there. This was a good opportunity to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop!
However, this was an ideal situation. If there really were some people who were too cowardly to go to the battlefield, that was also a helpless matter. Mordred did not want to think about that bad situation. Of course, even if it really was a bad situation, as a Knight of the Round Table, he would, like a fierce thunderbolt, tear everything to shreds.
Shishigou nodded. This was exactly what he was thinking. "Very good. I just happened to rent a jeep for us to quickly get to our destination!"
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In the castle of Yggdmillennia, Darnic naturally also sensed this powerful magical aura. In Darnic's eyes, this was, of course, a trap that the Red Faction might have set up. Therefore, even if he were to send out a Heroic Spirit, he definitely could not send just one. But what if this was the enemy's feint...
"Caster, Berserker, you two go and see what on earth happened at the place where the magic came from. If you are no match, retreat at any time. The advantage is still on our side. Therefore, even a temporary avoidance will not change the final outcome."
What Darnic said was reasonable. After all, the Holy Grail was still in their hands. The King of Romania, Vlad III, was still in this castle. As long as their combat power did not suffer a large amount of loss, from the current look of things, they were already in an invincible position.
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In the church, Amakusa Shirou closed the Bible in his hand, then turned his gaze to the area where the magical energy had erupted. As a Ruler, he naturally knew some information that others did not. Of course, it was just a moment's revelation. But even so, it was enough for him to learn a lot of information that many people did not know.
"Saber is already approaching the area where the magical energy erupted. With the loss of Berserker, we cannot afford to lose any more people. Of course, this is not to look down on you, but to ensure victory."
Amakusa Shirou glanced at the Empress, the smile on his face still the same. At the same time, his words inexplicably sounded a bit like sweet nothings. But for the Empress, these sweet-nothing-like words did indeed make her feel happy.
"Then let Archer go. Paired with Saber, it's also a decent combat force."
Amakusa Shirou supported his chin with both hands. Actually, just as the Black Faction was very worried about the Red Faction using a feint, this young priest was now also very worried about whether this was a trap set up by the Black Faction. The reason was very simple. The location of the magical energy burst was not the Black Faction's main base. Even if the other side wanted to decide the winner, they would not choose this location.
In short, you probe, I also probe. The result was that in the end, the forces sent out by both sides were about the same. After all, no one thought that the magical energy that had erupted would be the bait for the other side to decide on a life-and-death battle. This was only the second day. Neither side had lost a large amount of combat power. To choose to have a decisive battle at this time was a bit too desperate.
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And compared to the Black and Red factions, which had already started to move, at this moment, the old insect's mood was extremely angry. He even directly threw the teacup in his hand. The good mood of the whole day was thus gone with the wind. Originally, relying on Abigail's ability, he had already gathered a pile of cannon fodder. Now... was this preparing to directly expose himself to the enemy's view?
The old insect immediately stood up and raised his own hand. Since that was the case, he would just use a Command Spell to have this Heroic Spirit make her exit. He still needed to remain hidden now. He absolutely could not be exposed at this time. Otherwise, in a three-way chaotic battle, he would be the weakest side, and the possibility of winning would also be the lowest. Most importantly, compared to the Black and Red factions, he was the one who was breaking the rules. So, before the other Heroic Spirits discovered him, he would just declare Estée Lauder's life to be over. This way, after the Black and Red factions arrived at that location, they would only think that it was a trap set by the other side, and then engage in internal strife.
However, just before the old insect gave the order, a red demonic sword was pressed against his throat. The demonic sword also had a rose pattern on it. Clearly, this was a blessing from the Goddess of Flowers. The old insect was sure that if he dared to give the order with a Command Spell, then he would probably have his throat slit before he could give the order.
In fact, this Roman Emperor could have directly slit his throat. The reason she was now pressing it against his neck and had not directly stabbed in should also be because the previous Command Spell was still in effect. These Heroic Spirits who had been summoned also had their own wishes. If they didn't want to make a trip for nothing, they would, of course, not casually kill their own Master. Clearly, this Roman Emperor still wanted to show some mercy for now.
"You should know that I care a lot about that girl, right? Give me some face. Let it end here. Just pretend nothing happened today."
The Roman Emperor's tone was very firm, leaving no possibility for refusal. The old insect gritted his teeth. He could, of course, pretend to agree, and then order these two Heroic Spirits to commit suicide. But in that case, he would only be left with one pawn. With only one pawn left, how could he possibly win this war? It was impossible to even think about.
The old insect finally gritted his teeth, and with a flick of his hand, sat back down in his original position. As expected, he had not been given enough time. Otherwise, he could surely have researched a summoning incantation that would make all Heroic Spirits completely obedient.