Anchor, Stop Pretending, You're in Chaldea - Chapter 40

“Gaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Continuously blocked by Mordred’s sword, Lancelot became enraged.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong!”

After finding out the opponent’s true name, Mordred suddenly became more confident.

“You can’t just have this little ability, Lancelot. Although your martial skills were not much worse than mine at the Round Table, now your hatred has clouded your judgment and slowed you down.”

“Clang!!!”

Mordred immediately swung Clarent in her hand and knocked Lancelot’s pitch-black long sword away.

“Even though you can turn everything into your Noble Phantasm, how can you possibly defeat me with just that?!”

Seeing his weapon knocked away, Lancelot, bound within his armor, trembled.

“Art…hur!!!”

“Damn it, just because I never took off my helmet in front of him, he mistook me for my father.”

Mordred swung her sword with both hands, ready to completely defeat the Madness Enhancement-empowered Lancelot and shut him up.

“Hooooooo!!!”

Suddenly, a dark red aura burst forth from within the pitch-black helmet, covering Lancelot’s entire body with dark Magical Energy.

A sense of foreboding arose in Mordred’s heart, causing her to immediately abandon her attack and retreat.

But the next second, her Clarent was grabbed by Lancelot!

“What…?!”

Mordred couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at her Clarent, the dark aura directly entwining the blade.

She could clearly feel her control over the sword diminishing.

This sword was originally forcibly taken by Mordred from King Arthur’s arsenal, and she never expected that Lancelot would seize it precisely because he saw this weakness.

“How is this possible! Lancelot, you actually want to take my sword from me!!!”

“Hold on, Mordred!!!”

Sensing that something was wrong with Mordred, Johanna immediately manifested several silver crescents by her side and sent them flying towards Lancelot!

“Don’t mistake your enemy, Popess!”

Spikes suddenly emerged from the ground, shattering all the crescents.

Vlad III’s expression turned very grim.

“I am very dissatisfied with your performance on the battlefield. It seems that I have to get serious!!!”

He waved the spear in his hand and charged straight towards Johanna! Seeing this, Johanna wanted to avoid close combat and directly aimed her silver Cross Staff at Vlad III.

“Divine blessing, wisdom’s owl! Spread your wings and fly!”

“Squeak squeak—————!!!”

Tonbi, who had been hovering in the sky, immediately swooped down towards Vlad III.

“Just a mere familiar!”

Vlad III extended his hand and instantly formed several spikes around his body, flying towards Tonbi!

But Tonbi continued to dodge without stopping, and then suddenly let out a crisp chirping sound when it got closer.

In an instant, a divine light appeared on Tonbi, forming several golden threads from its feathers, tightly entwining Vlad III.

“Oh? It seems you have some ability as a familiar.”

Even though he couldn’t move his body, Vlad III’s face showed no signs of panic.

“You have already lost, Impaling King.”

Johanna held her Cross Staff against the immobile Vlad III.

“Let your sinful body be completely destroyed under the radiance of God.”

As she spoke, Johanna devoutly lowered her head and began chanting the incantation, preparing to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

“Receive the blessings, filled with faith! If you can devote yourself to the Holy Word, your great sins may still be forgiven… Ugh!!!”

Pfft.

Just as Johanna was chanting, a spike pierced through her chest.

In an instant, her blood stained her bishop’s robes red.

“How… can this be…”

Johanna supported her body with the Cross Staff, incredulously looking at the spike that suddenly appeared in her chest.

“Unfortunately, Popess.”

Vlad III took advantage of this moment to break free from the golden threads binding him.

“My Noble Phantasm is not fundamentally a ‘stake’. The concept of impaling itself is the Noble Phantasm. As long as you are in my territory, you cannot escape this Noble Phantasm.”

Holding the spear in his hand, Vlad III slowly walked towards Johanna.

“Squeak squeak————————!!!”

Tonbi flapped its wings, trying to drive the enemy away from its master’s side.

Pfft!

A thin, long spike suddenly appeared and pierced through it.

“Tonbi!!!”

Johanna, disregarding herself, held Tonbi, whose feathers were also stained red with blood.

“You must be curious why, even though you have the ability of Magecraft territory, you still got hit while standing in your own territory, right?”

Vlad III’s words indeed puzzled Johanna.

She had temporarily transformed the nearby territory into her own Magecraft territory before they even appeared.

She was still standing on sacred ground, so why…

“Because before you came, I made a request to that witch, asking her to grant me the land around here.”

“———————!!!”

“Now I am truly the king of this land! This is my territory!!!”

Vlad III loudly declared his sovereignty.

“Master, be careful!!!”

Mashu used her shield to continuously knock away the already undead humans that were pouncing on them.

But these individuals had no sense of pain at all. Some of them even had twisted necks, presenting a horrifying sight, yet they were still driven by their blood-sucking instincts and continued to attack.

Outnumbered and overwhelmed.

Carmilla hadn’t made an appearance yet, and just dealing with these undead humans was already giving them a headache.

Relying on Mashu alone would probably no longer be enough to break through the defensive line.

And it seemed like Mordred and Johanna were also in very bad situations.

“Oh no, Mordred’s sword is about to be taken away!”

“No way, Lancelot can actually steal her sword?! Does that mean he can also take away the shining EA in the future?!”

“Don’t dream. Because Mordred’s sword was stolen from someone else, she doesn’t even know the origin of that sword. That’s how Lancelot took advantage of it, right?”

“It’s terrible. If she loses her sword, she’ll probably get beaten up by her father when she goes back.”

“Why are you all still looking at other things? Johanna-san is in trouble.”

“The Duke is playing dirty, just ask Jeanne to give up her territory.”

“It’s already this late and the Duke is still thinking about Wallachia. Seriously, I’m crying.”

“What about the streamer? Quick, save him! We’re going to be wiped out!!!”

“Why should the streamer save us? He can’t even take care of himself. These undead humans alone are too much for him with just a shield.”

“What about Kiritsugu Dad? Come on, come back to life. It’s time to bring out the rockets.”

“System message: ‘Strongest Shield’ sends out 5 rockets!”

“Comment: Mashu-san, do your best!!!”

[Beep beep—The gifts received have accumulated to 100,000 and are being converted into live stream points.]

[Conversion successful! The streamer’s current points are 125,000.]

[You can make 125 draws.]

[Do you want to draw now?]

Under Mashu’s protection, Bai Qiu calmly pondered.

Due to card COST, he could only summon one more Heroic Spirit.

Summoning a random Heroic Spirit now probably wouldn’t solve the problem. What they needed was a powerful combat force that could turn the situation around.

Bai Qiu immediately gave the order.

“System, I spend 100,000 points to unleash Mordred’s second Noble Phantasm!!!”