Summoner of Miracles

Meanwhile, intense fighting continued on the remaining two battlefields.

Especially Alter and Mordred. Much bigger than Matthew and Lancelot.

Matthew and Lancelot were just one of the aggressive, defensive parties that kept the situation going, and for a while, they were stuck there.

The opposite of Alter and Mordred, no one intends to give up, anyone intends to put each other to death, allowing pitch-black storms and red thunderstorms to roll and swing in every corner of the battlefield.

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The fierce sword collision has been echoing, allowing dark shadows and red shadows to chase each other at incredible speeds, like two thunderbolts, flashing back and forth and staggering, flying anywhere on the battlefield, blinking hundreds or thousands of times, making the magic and atmosphere frenzy.

“Drink! Drink! ”

Mordred roared frequently, and the King's sword crossed the line of thunder shadows, and stormy madness struck Alter, causing the red thunder to seem to riot and tremble constantly.

“Huh!”

In this regard, Alter was merely chilling. The holy sword in his hand continued to wield like a flash. The thunder struck in the future bounced off, and even deceived himself in the red lightning. It was like a fierce dragon. The holy sword was like its fangs. It bite hard towards Modred and let Modred perish several times to survive.

The fighting between the two men was intense and dangerous, leaving no room for anyone else to intervene.

Altoria's strength should be similar to that of Mordred's if it were to be changed to normal.

Mordred inherited Artoria's lineage, although it was born because of Morgan's conspiracy, but he was also an orthodox successor with the blood of the Knight King. His strength was unlikely to be too different from Artoria's. Even his skill combinations were similar, and he had advanced "intuition" skills, as well as advanced "magic release" skills, plus a holy sword in his hand, a sword in his hand, and perhaps Artoria's performance was slightly higher than that of Mordred's, and the gap was very small.

Now Artoria has turned around and squandered herself with too much magic, more ferocious than usual, and should be stronger than Moderate, but Moderate has three blessings, much stronger than the original Alter, with the support of the three Great Grails.

But now that Alter has made a pact with Rojin, Lingui is being promoted again, and the magic far outweighs the Grail is being supported, which is no weaker than Mordred, who has three blessings.

And even a little bit more.

Therefore, even if Modred's "Magic Release" skills have been greatly improved after the blessings have been strengthened, the fierce and powerful red lightning released has risen significantly when compared to normal. Alter is no worse than Modred in wasting his magic. With the support of planet-level magic, Alter is not at all faint.

So, in this fierce confrontation, the battlefield was like being plowed over by dark storms and red thunderstorms, either as many tortoises as possible, or it burst, shaking the mountains, roaring, so loud that it was a natural disaster level.

It's just...

“It's almost over. ”

Alter made a heartless announcement in a fierce confrontation.

It pisses Mordred off.

“You think you're gonna win...? ”

Mordred shouted.

“Isn't that natural?” Alter said with no expression: "We are now roughly even on pure strength, no, I should have won a little, if not more, than enough against you. ”

“Just say something big! King Arthur!” Mordred shouted furiously: “When I cut off your head again, you will know that winning and losing is not by any means a matter of strength. In the end, winning is the way to go! ”

“Exactly.” Alter didn't deny it, "he said." If you can't win, it's useless. Let me stab you in the stomach, rebel knight. ”

“Come if you can!” Mordred laughed without fear.

So...

“Ha!”

Alter finally drinks loudly, suddenly a spin, his feet hammering down into the ground.

“Boom!”

In the crackling noise, the dust rose.

And in the dust, a dark shadow flies out.

That's the holy sword.

Alter threw his sword straight out in the dust, exposing it to Modred.

“What...? ”

Mordredton was stunned.

Don't say Mordred. Anyone else has to be stunned when it comes to this.

Because the sword that symbolizes King Arthur himself was thrown so directly by him, who would have thought?

Not to mention, for a knight, losing a sword is a loss of life, and no one would have thought Alter would have done so.

“Is there nothing you can do? King Arthur! ”

Mordred reacted quickly and cut out the sword in his hand.

“Boo!”

In the crisp sound, the dark sword was struck by the king's sword of Mordred.

“Lost the sword, I'll see how you beat me...! ”

Mordred spoke out loud and headed for Alter.

The dust that covered Alter was immediately blown away by the wind, exposing the scene inside.

Alter reappeared in front of Mordred.

It's just...

“Shh!”

In a sharp crackling sound, a remnant of the infused magic bursts from it.

Mordred has never been able to react.

And then...

“Pfft! ”

In the tearing sound, blood splashes.

“...... ”

Mordred had to stop and open his eyes.

Alter pressed his body down and stood in front of Mordred with indifference in his eyes.

If you look closely, in Alter's hand, you don't know when to grab a long gun.

It was a long gun that fell unnoticed on the battlefield.

Alter picked it up under the cover of dust and filled it with magic, penetrating through Modred's abdomen and allowing the tip of the gun to penetrate through Modred's back.

Blood, spilling the earth.

Alter just said so.

“Don't forget how I killed you before you died. ”

Yes, it is.

In his lifetime, Mordred was not cut to death by the sword, but by King Arthur's holy gun through his abdomen.

So, um...

“Without the sword, it has no effect on your ability to kill you.” Alter said coldly, "Even now I have no holy gun in my hand. ”

Alter pulled out a long gun and let the blood spill like a fountain.

“Father... king...”

Mordred spit blood in his mouth and slowly fell.

On the other hand, a muffled sound also sounds absolutely complete.

“Boom!”

With such a muffled noise, Lancelot's figure finally flied out, landed on the ground and rolled for several laps before stopping.

“Whoo...”

Matthew just put away the shield and breathe out.

Looks like we've split the wins and losses here.