"Hahahaha!! Where?! Where are the enemies?! Come out! If you have the guts, stand up and fight me face-to-face!"
Crimson lightning enveloped the petite knight. Immense magical energy roared as the knight charged about wantonly, turning the already dilapidated city into ruins even more unfit for habitation. This berserker-like fighting style seemed to be no problem at all for the knight before them.
Firstly, she knew the enemy was here, she just didn't know where they were hiding. In that case, she just had to destroy all the places where the enemy could possibly be hiding.
Secondly, she was truly overflowing with energy right now, so much so that she couldn't suppress the magical power surging through her body. If she didn't release all this magic, she would be blown apart by it. In that case, being a little rough shouldn't matter, right? That's right, that's right~ Her attack power was high, and she had a lot of mana. If the enemy had any complaints, please endure it! After all, one chop to the head from the demonic sword in her hand would end all this suffering.
"Hahahaha!! Ahahahaha! Hey, come on out! Come out and fight me!!"
Listening to the confident and arrogant laughter from not far away, and the sound of one building after another collapsing, the two Hassans couldn't help but shake their heads. While they complained to themselves about what kind of crazy monster this was, they also had to admit that this knight was, just like her actions suggested, as difficult to deal with as a monster. For assassins like them, if they were hit head-on by this knight, they'd probably lose half their life.
First, they would deal with those annoying regular knights. Hassan of the Computer flashed behind the enemies like a shadow, his hands continuously covering their heads. An electric current shot into their brains from their temples. With a wave of warmth, these Purge Knights would die amidst auditory hallucinations. Perhaps, in their ears, they would hear a sentence like this: "Are you still going to surf the net? Tell me, are you still going to surf the net?"
With the fall of these regular Purge Knights, the two Hassans finally had to face their target for this mission: the knight who was still destroying everything like a beast that would never stop. The two Hassans looked at each other. Hassan of the Poison Mist took a deep breath and was the first to attack.
Although he was hidden in the dense fog, the knight before them somehow seemed to sense where he would attack from. Just as his poisoned dagger stabbed out, the knight with the bull-headed helmet immediately turned, reached out her hand, and grabbed Hassan of the Poison Mist's wrist. The immense strength directly shattered his bones.
"I say... you little rats are quite insidious. But that's all you are. Who do you think I am? I am the one and only child of King Arthur, the Knight of the Round Table, Mordred!!"
The demonic sword, wrapped in crimson lightning, swung down, directly striking Hassan of the Poison Mist's body. Blood instantly spewed from beneath his skull mask. The demonic sword even cut from his shoulder to the center of his body, likely having already destroyed his Spirit Core.
Hassan of the Poison Mist was long prepared for this outcome. The residents of this city had already been moved by them. No matter what kind of battle happened here, even if he died, it wouldn't affect anyone else. What's more, they had already prepared for sacrifice when they decided to assassinate this Knight of the Round Table. Of course, this applied not only to the knight before them but to any of the others as well.
Hassan of the Poison Mist grabbed Mordred's sword hand with his other hand, even forcing the demonic sword deeper into his own body. "Cough cough... We never underestimated you... Now, it is I who have caught you! Do it!"
Hassan of the Computer shot out from behind Mordred, his hands flashing with electric light. "[Delusional Computer]!!"
Mordred's eyes widened, but the smile on her face became even more frantic. Good! This is how it should be! This is a real fight to the death! This is a battle! If she died like this, then she could finally let go of all this restless turmoil. But before she let go of everything, she would rampage desperately, destroy everything with abandon, and fight with abandon!
Immense magical energy was injected directly into the demonic sword. The hilt of the sword opened up, gradually turning purplish-red. The Noble Phantasm was already released. It was just that at this moment, this knight did not want to speak its name aloud. Perhaps it was out of regret, or perhaps some other feeling. Although its power was affected, releasing a Noble Phantasm directly inside an enemy's body was still enough to tear a Heroic Spirit's body to shreds.
Maintaining this state of a released Noble Phantasm, she swung a powerful beam of red lightning behind her. Of course, before that, Mordred also reached out her other hand towards the NP-releasing Hassan of the Computer. The electric current directly shattered her gauntlet and struck her palm, even tearing the skin and splattering blood into the dense fog.
Hassan of the Computer looked at the pillar of crimson lightning swinging down at him, then at the knight's nearly ruined left arm, and shouted, "You're a madman!"
This knight before him, whether it was blocking his Noble Phantasm with her bare hand or maintaining a released Noble Phantasm without speaking its True Name, forcibly twisting the continuously releasing attack... which of these was something a normal person could do?
The crimson lightning completely engulfed the Hassan's body and utterly destroyed the city.
Looking at the two disappearing assassins, Mordred glanced at her nearly destroyed arm. She was stunned for a moment, then stabbed her demonic sword into the ground, covered her face, and began to laugh at the sky. "Hahahaha... Ahahaha!!"
It seemed that fate wanted her to continue rampaging. But this time, she would probably need to rest for a while before she could continue her campaign against these disloyal subjects.
"Heh... this is so fcked up!"
Mordred cursed as she walked in the direction of New Camelot.
Let's rewind time a bit. At the moment when the Holy Lance descended from the sky and the light of the Sword of Glorious Victory rose from the ground to resist it, a witch wearing a black veil and a black dress, holding a staff, lifted her head. A hint of nostalgia appeared in her eyes.
This familiar magical energy, this familiar light... she hadn't seen it in over 1000 years. Although she didn't know why the owner of this light had descended at this moment, their arrival was just in time. The King sitting in the so-called Camelot was not the person she knew. Therefore, this Camelot, she did not acknowledge it!