In the mountains and forests of nowhere, a red light shrouded the place.

Accompanied by an earth-shattering bang.

The birds and beasts in the mountains and forests were frightened by this loud noise and this light and fled in all directions, as if the end of the world had come.

After the crimson light disappeared, it was followed by smoke and dust that swept in all directions.

"Ahem, ahem."

Somewhere on the edge of a mountain wall, Mordred sat on the ground with her back to a huge rock.

From her mouth, large expanses of blood were coughed up.

Even if there was a treasure in the end to cancel out most of the impact of her fall.

But the remaining impact and the pressure that came out of the counteract still hit Mordred hard.

Risk-taking, comes at a price.

"Ahem......"

Mordred reached out and covered her chest.

She clearly felt that most of the internal organs in her body were broken, and they were still very serious.

But fortunately, she is a heroic spirit, and she still has the red dragon factor in her body, so she is not so easy to die.

But the fight could no longer be done.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Mordred tried to adjust her breath, but her injuries didn't allow it.

And after landing, the back that was numb in the wind gradually regained consciousness, and the severe pain began to rush into the brain.

"Hmm...... Not!!! ”

The pain of broken internal organs, the pain of the back muscles being torn by the wind.

The two pains alternated, leaving Mordred nearly unconscious.

But she gritted her teeth and endured it.

"I'm Lord Mordred."

She told herself so in her heart.

"I am the heir of the Knight King, Mordred Pendragon, an existence recognized by the king himself, how can I be beaten by a mere pain."

The brain recalled Artoria's worried face before parting, and Mordred didn't know why she had gained strength again.

"No, let down such a lovely father, I said I would go back."

Mordred gritted her teeth to endure the pain, using the strength she had left, and slowly stood up against the rock behind her.

He stood up at a slower pace than the old man, leaning on the rock behind him to keep himself from falling immediately.

Turning his head to look at the place where the black meteor fell not far away.

There was still a little smoke and dust drifting there, and the aftermath of the Noble Phantasm set fire to the surrounding trees, bringing light to the dark night.

"Is she dead?"

Mordred asked herself in her mind.

With the extreme speed just now, he hit the ground straight into the ground, and he also had his own treasure mending knife.

There should be no chance that the other party will survive.

But thinking of the past, the other party could recover again even if he was split in half by his own sword.

In my heart, I can't help but have a bad premonition.

After standing still and thinking for a moment, Mordred walked with great difficulty, moving his body step by step, towards the place where the meteor fell.

Although I guessed in my mind that the enemy might not be dead, or even restored intact.

But she still chose to go.

If the enemy is dead, let yourself breathe a sigh of relief and rest.

If the enemy is not dead, it means that the battle is not over.

How could Lord Mordred, the heir of the Knight King, escape in battle? That's something you can't do.

"Ha~Ha~"

Gasping for air, Mordred had to stop every time she didn't go far to catch her breath and regain her strength.

At the same time, she had to be careful not to hurt herself by the burning trees around her, which would make her journey even more difficult.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Consciousness began to blur a little, and Mordred knew she was approaching her limit.

But fortunately, the fall is just around the corner, and it's almost there.

Picking himself up again, Mordred used the last of his strength to step out of the burning woods.

What appeared in front of her was a large crater smashed by a meteor that fell at a rapid speed, the land that had been scorched by the heat, and ......

Located in the center of the Great Pit, the king holding a black holy sword.

Mordred used Clarent to prop up her crumbling self, even though her body was on the verge of her limit, even though her consciousness was blurred to the point that she was about to faint in the next moment.

But Mordred's eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Everything that has suffered from me is less than one-ten-thousandth of what I see in front of me.

"Why...... Why...... Be...... You...... Father. ”

The Black King in the middle of the pit opened his eyes, his blood-red eyes filled with a playful look.

"Why can't it be me?"

The Black Lord said softly.

Then, the next moment, she turned into a black shadow and rushed to Mordred, kicking her in the chest.

"Wow......"

A large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs was spat out.

Mordred crashed into five trees in a row and fainted completely.

After kicking Mordred, the Black King's face showed a rather comfortable expression.

She walked up to Mordred unhurriedly, her eyes full of cruelty.

"Ahh

The Black King rubbed his temples.

"I was really careless when I was killed twice by you, and I should have used all my strength in the first place."

"Although the process was bad, the current result is not unacceptable."

"Prey, after all, is just prey."

The demonized holy sword was raised high, and the face of the Black Lord was full of cruelty.

"Die!"

Clang!

Underneath the Demon Sword, a white shield blocked the Black King's attack.

Behind the round shield is an orange-haired girl in a white dress.

"I'm sorry, though I just happened to be passing by, but since I was allowed to see it, I couldn't have watched you kill Mordred."

"You! Who is it! ”

The Black King's face was full of hideousness.

"It's just a passing master, give me a good memory."

The girl said with a relaxed smile.

"No matter who you are, since you are here, let me die!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword in the Black King's hand immediately bloomed with a powerful black brilliance.

"I still have a lot of things to do, all I can't die yet, plus I'm in a hurry, so ......"

Reaching out and grabbing Mordred behind her, she stepped back, while the girl raised her left hand.

On the girl's left arm there are five rings of different brilliance.

In it, a fourth ring of light flew in front of the maiden, turning into a long sword without a hilt.

At the moment when the sword appeared, the breath of destruction and creation of the world escaped from it.

"It's ......"

Feeling the breath coming from the sword, the Black King was a little surprised for a moment.

The girl held the sword in her left hand and said, "This sword can be said to be my second biggest attack so far, take this blow." ”

"This sword is a fantasy reproduction of the sword of reincarnation, so let's feel the power of the reincarnation of this world—'Emptiness Maha Pralaya'"