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"Watch from behind." Artoria said again. Mordred froze. Despite her unwillingness, she retreated under Artoria's stern reprimand.
At this moment, the battle between the two sides had already begun. The Saints Knights and the fairies engaged in a fierce fight, and the man leading the fairies also lunged at Artoria, a wild smile on his face as he announced his name: "Garm."
"Artoria."
Boom! A violent crash echoed. One could imagine the monstrous strength this man possessed. In their first exchange, Artoria suffered a slight disadvantage, but she skillfully deflected Garm's attack. The Knights of the Round Table also rushed into the battlefield, and for a moment, the battlefield seemed chaotic.
"How strange... where did these guys come from?" Asher secretly observed the situation outside, feeling an inexplicable strangeness in his heart. He noticed that these creatures always fought within the "shadows." Several times, the fairies were almost knocked out of the "shadows," but they immediately fought desperately, preferring to take a blow rather than retreat from the shadows.
"Could it be... that these Nordic country's troops must act within the shadows?" Asher wondered inwardly. And from the shape of the shadows, it looked somewhat like a tree branch. A branch of the World Tree. What was most inexplicable were these gods. Logically, the Age of Gods no longer existed. How were they surviving in this world with thin mana?
"Ahhh! I can't stand it! How can I just stand here and watch?! Sorry, Mother, my hands are itching and I can't control myself!" At this moment, Mordred shouted in frustration, then carried her greatsword and charged into the battlefield. Her combat power was no less than that of most Knights of the Round Table. She quickly adapted to the battlefield and engaged in a fierce fight with the fairies.
"This fellow really can't keep his composure. Who does he take after?" Asher couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. But it was true; everyone else was fighting the enemy, while she was the only one standing by and watching. If it were Asher, he felt he would hardly be able to endure it.
"These enemies are just like this!" Mordred's smile grew wilder. She split a fairy pouncing on her with a single swing of her sword, then gripped her greatsword with both hands and slashed at the shadow. A red light burst from the tip of the greatsword, and the ugly fairies wailed. Seeing Mordred's valiant posture, Asher was somewhat relieved.
Asher was about to withdraw his gaze, but at that moment, the corner of his eye suddenly noticed a pair of hands appearing under Mordred's feet at some unknown point. The hands quietly approached, then suddenly grabbed Mordred's foot. Asher's eyes widened slightly. There are even fairies underground?!
"Damn it, what is this?!" Mordred raised her sword, intending to strike at the hands underground, but at that moment, distant fairies pounced with strange cries. "Get out of the way!" Mordred swung her greatsword, sweeping away the pouncing fairies, then raised her sword to cut at the hands underground.
Just then, a black shadow silently approached from behind in the shadows. He had been hidden in the shadows from the beginning, concealing his presence until now, when he seized the opportunity to appear. An unknown Assassin. The Assassin thrust his hand like a bayonet towards Mordred's back, but Mordred reacted extremely quickly, barely dodging the fatal blow by twisting her body. But at that moment, the hands gripping Mordred from underground suddenly pulled hard, and Mordred stumbled and sat on the ground. Several fairies from the shadows seized the opportunity to pounce on Mordred. Artoria suddenly turned and shouted, "Mordred!"
"Heh, getting distracted in battle isn't a good habit, Lion King!" Garm sneered, blocking Artoria's path.
"Get out of the way!" Artoria said coldly.
"Don't be so anxious, I haven't fought you enough yet. Besides, the Mordred you speak of has probably been completely devoured by the fairies by now," Garm tried to provoke the Lion King with his words. He succeeded; from the moment Artoria drew the Holy Lance, he knew he had indeed angered her. Because, unless absolutely necessary, the Lion King would never use this weapon. She didn't want her personality to be completely influenced and fully deified.
"Come on, Lion King, unleash your anger upon me!" Garm spread his arms. "Avenge your subordinate. Reach her before her corpse is gnawed clean by the fairies." Looking at Artoria, whose aura seemed to be growing more terrifying, Garm snorted coldly: "Come on, blast us all into dust, but after that, you will suffer the wrath of the God-King. The Age of Gods will descend upon this world again under Odin's leadership! The era of the gods will return, and Britain will come to an end."
Artoria's hand gripping the Holy Lance subtly tightened, the rage in her chest becoming increasingly uncontrollable. However, the next second, before she even raised the Holy Lance in her hand, a violent explosion resounded through the sky, accompanied by a golden light shooting down from mid-air. Artoria suddenly turned to look. The fairies tightly surrounding Mordred were directly pierced through.
"I've never heard such a strange request." As the voice came from mid-air, both fighting sides stopped their attacks. Garm's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly turned to look at the direction of the attack.
"Who are you?!" he roared.
Answering him was another weapon thrown from high in the sky, precisely piercing the fairy attacking Mordred. "There?!" Garm suddenly turned his head to look. In mid-air, a young man in a black robe sat on a disguised eight-legged celestial horse, looking down at the crowd below.
"Did I tell you to look up, mongrels!"
Countless halos blossomed behind Asher like fireworks, illuminating the night. The weapons precisely aimed at the Nordic army, then shot out. Even if the soldiers narrowly avoided these weapons, they were still struck by the "causality"-infused power. The Assassin, secretly hidden in the shadows, also couldn't dodge. Even if he avoided the initial impact, he would still be hit, especially since Asher's eyes had already seen through his movements.
"Who are you?!" Garm shouted, his eyes filled with horror.
"Hahahahaha, do you lowly insects dare to ask this King's name? Very well, go back and tell Odin, you can call me Gilgamesh!" Asher said.
"Those unrelated, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. The wrath of the God-King is something no one can withstand!" Garm said furiously.
"God-King?" Asher chuckled. "Does he qualify?" The weapons in mid-air plummeted from the halos with a roar, like ten thousand arrows fired at once.
Asher felt he could finally understand Gilgamesh's feelings. It felt great to insult people.
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The Nordic army retreated in disarray. This newly appeared Servant had currently unclear combat power. His weapons seemed inexhaustible, and what was most astonishing was that these weapons could not be dodged. If this dragged on, the casualties would probably be extremely heavy.
After confirming that Mordred's injuries were fine, Asher was about to return to his room to continue his "confinement," but he was dragged into Artoria's room without a word. The other Knights of the Round Table didn't dare say a single word, just watched Asher being led into the room by Artoria, then they went to tally the casualties.
"Lily... what are you doing?" Asher was led into Artoria's room. He stood in the corner, watching Artoria take off her cloak, and couldn't help but ask curiously.
Artoria said nothing, walked straight up to Asher, and pressed him against the wall behind him. Asher blinked, still seemingly not having recovered. One moment he was fighting on the battlefield, but now he was "wall-slammed" into a corner by the Lion King, his face filled with bewilderment.
But Asher felt he shouldn't have done anything wrong. He was a Servant; wasn't it normal for a Servant to protect his Shishou? Moreover, it was his own daughter who was in danger.
"Are you really Asher? Why have I never seen you use that ability before?" Artoria asked, staring intently into Asher's eyes.
Oh, so it's about that. Asher breathed a sigh of relief. "The situation is special, it's very complicated to explain... but whether I'm Asher or not, you should know better than I do." He had reported himself as Gilgamesh to those people earlier for safety. From his recent observations, it seemed there was someone impersonating Odin in the current Nordic country. Before the enemy was clearly identified, it was safer to hide his identity. Similarly, he had hidden the true appearance of
Dun Stallion for the same reason.
Artoria's previously tense nerves slowly relaxed. She withdrew her gaze. "You're right. My apologies, I was too hasty just now."
"It's alright... I understand. After all, I truly didn't have this ability before," Asher shook his head.
"Lily, what are you doing now?" At this moment, Asher suddenly noticed Artoria leaning her face close to his chest, seemingly sniffing something.
"You have a scent on you. A woman's scent," Artoria looked up, staring into Asher's eyes.
Asher froze. In his mind, the sudden hug from Kiara this evening flashed. Did she do something then?! ...Damn it, I was so careful guarding against Kiara, but she still got me. If there's a scent on me, it can only be Kiara's doing.
While Asher was still regretting his carelessness, Artoria asked coldly again: "Did another woman enter your room this afternoon?!"
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