Chapter 39: 3v3, Budget Explosion!
Clang! Clang! Clang————————!!
The sword, drenched in dark magic, clashed violently with Clarent, generating shockwaves so powerful that they shattered the surrounding rocks.
Lancelot swung down a heavy strike, but Mordred swiftly twisted her body to evade.
Boom!
The sword strike sent sand and debris flying, obscuring the view.
In the blink of an eye, a blazing red light shot straight for Mordred's shoulder!
"A———rthur———!!!"
The red glow from Lancelot's helmet grew increasingly intense and fierce.
Mordred dodged the deadly strike once again.
Whoosh————————!!!
A powerful blade aura from Lancelot's sword swept across, felling countless trees in its path.
"You keep yelling 'Arthur, Arthur' over and over! Why the hell are you shouting my father's name in front of me?! You really are a lunatic Berserker!!!"
Seizing the opportunity, Mordred immediately charged forward, gripping Clarent tightly in both hands and swinging down with full force!
Clang————————!!
A nameless branch actually blocked Clarent's attack?!
Lancelot, having no room to dodge, unexpectedly grabbed a branch from the ground with his free hand and used it to parry the fatal strike.
"What?! A branch turning into a Noble Phantasm???"
Mordred instantly realized something.
"Uaaaaaaaaa!!"
The red light inside Lancelot's helmet flared violently as he swung his arm, sending Mordred flying backward!
Mordred retreated toward her allies, her face filled with frustration.
"Tch, I didn't expect to run into a Knight of the Round Table… and one who's fallen into Berserker madness at that. What a disgrace."
She had recognized her opponent's identity.
"Lancelot, even now, do you still resent my father? There's a limit to how shameless one can be."
Once again, Mordred raised her sword, ready for battle.
"Master, let me handle him. I used to work with him, after all."
"Haa… Alright, I'm counting on you, Mordred."
Ethan nodded.
There was no other choice—he had to let Mordred take on her "former colleague."
After all, among all the Servants here, Mordred was the one who understood Lancelot best.
With Ethan's approval, Mordred charged into battle with Lancelot once more.
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"Hmph, you really can't put a Berserker under command. Charging in without even declaring war first."
From the other side, Vlad III looked at Mash, who had raised her shield, and Johanna standing beside her with a provocative gaze.
"Are the two of you going to attack together?"
"Master, leave him to me."
Popess Johanna stepped forward, gripping her silver cross-shaped staff tightly.
"His body is overflowing with wickedness. As a devotee of God, I cannot allow such an evil existence to persist."
"Be careful. That man is Vlad III, the historical figure behind the infamous vampire, Dracula."
Ethan immediately revealed their opponent's identity to Johanna.
"'Vlad the Impaler'… That ruthless Grand Duke?"
Johanna was momentarily surprised.
At the mention of "Vlad the Impaler," Vlad III's expression slightly darkened.
"Popess, throughout my life, I fought for my homeland. What you call 'brutality' was merely a deterrent against my enemies. The 'vampire' legend attached to me by later generations is nothing more than the slander of weaklings consumed by fear."
Even so, his tone lacked any hint of anger.
"But with 'Mad Enhancement' imposed upon me, I find my enemies' blood more delicious than ever before. Come, Popess, if your faith is strong enough to banish evil, then I am the foe you must defeat."
He drove his spear forcefully into the ground.
In an instant, countless sharp stakes erupted from the earth, surging straight toward Johanna!
"I shall pray… Now is the time to deliver the holy word!!!"
Silver threads appeared around Johanna, intertwining into a sturdy shield of light, completely blocking the attack.
"Senpai, watch out!!!"
Mash immediately tightened her grip on her shield, standing firm to protect herself and her teammates from the incoming stakes.
Just as she was about to check the situation, Mash suddenly sensed something.
She instantly shoved Ethan out of the way!
Whoosh————————!!!
A streak of black light silently shot through the forest, aiming straight for Ethan's back!
Clang!!
Relying on her sharp instincts, Mash managed to raise her shield in time to block the attack, just before it could pierce Ethan.
A laugh echoed from deep within the forest.
"Fufu~… You sensed my attack? What an interesting little girl. I'm really curious just how delicious your blood would be."
"I won't let you harm Senpai, not even a little!"
Rage was evident on Mash's face.
No matter what had happened before, she had always remained composed.
But the moment Ethan's safety was threatened, she immediately became decisive and more battle-ready than ever.
"Don't start crying now, little girl."
From deep within the forest came an eerie crackling sound.
Shadows silently emerged from the darkened treetops…
Humanoid figures?
Most of them were women, dressed in old, tattered rags.
Their skin was deathly pale, their movements unsteady, yet their eyes were filled with murderous intent, locked onto Ethan and Mash.
This was bad—these were people Carmilla had attacked!
Ethan clenched his fists, his expression tense as he stared ahead.
Like Vlad III, Carmilla also possessed the ability to turn her victims into minions.
"Aaaa khà khà———!!"
The creatures let out savage screeches, their soulless faces twisting into horrifying expressions before suddenly charging at Ethan and Mash like a pack of wild beasts!!!
"Senpai, protect yourself!!!"
Mash immediately raised her shield, ready for battle.
At the same time, six Servants clashed fiercely, creating such a chaotic spectacle that the audience in the livestream room couldn't look away.
[Shocking! An internal war among the Knights of the Round Table—who is truly the strongest…?!]
[NTRLot is still too strong, Mordred probably won't win, huh?]
[After all, Sir Netorare once shot down a Mongrel-King's plane. As long as he has mana, he's a true Berserker-class monster.]
[Popess vs. vampire battle!! There's holy light, bindings, piercing, whips, and candles! Come watch now!]
[Wait, that last comment sounded kinda off…]
[Didn't know France had a zombie apocalypse. No wonder foreigners don't visit as much.]
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[System: 'British Prankster' has sent 10 Saint Quartz!]
[Message: Internal bullying among the Knights of the Round Table. If you can't win, you get eliminated. Please save the children!]
[System: 'Real EMIYA' has sent 10 Saint Quartz!]
[Message: Get Lancelot a Gatling Gun and a fighter jet!!! He need it, Unlimited Budget Works!!!]