Anchor, Stop Pretending, You're in Chaldea - Chapter 42

The pitch-black Magical Energy seeped through Lancelot’s armor, devouring Clarent like a venomous snake.

“Let go of me, Lancelot!!!”

Mordred struggled to draw the sword before it was taken away, but one end of Clarent had already been distorted by the red and black Magical Energy.

Damn it, if I forcefully unleash the Noble Phantasm here, the Magical Energy will continuously gather inside the sword and eventually cause a massive explosion.

But even if I lose this sword, I absolutely cannot let Lancelot take it away!

Mordred made up his mind and immediately prepared to unleash the Noble Phantasm at close range.

Suddenly, Bai Qiu’s voice came from behind.

“By the power of Command Seals, Mordred, the time has come to unleash the second Noble Phantasm!!!”

The moment the Command Seals took effect, Mordred felt a tremendous surge of Magical Energy surging within him.

“Ah, thank you, Master.”

Mordred smiled at this moment.

“Lancelot, I’ll give you some advice. It would be best for you to let go now, for what might happen later, even I don’t know.”

Lancelot also sensed something unusual, so he used up all his Magical Energy and planned to immediately snatch the sword from Mordred’s hand.

“Speaking of which, you were stored in the King’s armory. I wonder if the King himself remembers you?”

The blade of Clarent suddenly emitted a silver radiance.

“But it doesn’t matter, because whether or not the King acknowledges it, I am the successor to the throne!!!”

Mordred tightly gripped the hilt of the sword and shouted loudly:

“Liberate Here, Radiant and Resplendent, Surpassing Even the Illustrious Caliburn, as the Holy Sword Chosen by the King, Also the Sword That Brings an End to the King’s Legend, Clarent！！！”

(TN:its an original chant? couldnt find it on internet so I translate it like this maybe other have good Tl for it RAW : 在此解放，比‘誓约黄金之剑’更炫目，身为王选之Holy Sword，同样也是终结了王的传说之剑，Clarent)

The silver radiance cleared away all the dark aura that was entwined around it, emanating a radiance that repelled anyone from approaching.

Then, a huge vortex of Magical Energy suddenly appeared around Clarent, revealing its true form within the whirlpool!

The silver light represents the brilliance of the chosen sword, while the black represents the evil aura tainted by the blood of the King.

And when these two lights intertwine, a tremendous shockwave begins to spread outward!

“Ga!!!”

Lancelot immediately let go of his hand and swung the heavily damaged greatsword towards Mordred once again!

“Hong————————!!!”

Suddenly, a crimson lightning struck from the sky, directly hitting Lancelot below.

Lancelot was sent flying and tumbled several times on the ground before crashing into a stone wall.

“Uaaaaaaaaa!!!”

The armor was damaged, but Lancelot still managed to stagger to his feet.

“Even in the face of the King’s successor, will you continue to fight, Lancelot?”

Mordred approached, wielding the fully unleashed Clarent.

“Ya———ser———!!!”

A crimson light burst from Lancelot’s helmet, and black Magical Energy formed cloak-like tendrils behind his armor.

“Crack!”

In the next moment, the heavy sword that Lancelot had been using as a D-rank Noble Phantasm was directly cleaved in half.

At this moment, Clarent briefly bestowed upon Mordred the characteristics of a “King,” greatly enhancing her basic abilities as she wielded the chosen sword.

“Snap out of it, Lancelot!”

Mordred held the sword with both hands.

“Tortured by madness, never able to see the truth until the end, even being manipulated by others. But it’s fine. Let me, the successor, put an end to your madness in place of my father the King.”

She raised Clarent, and immense Magical Energy began to converge on the blade.

“I’ll say this not as a King, but as a loyal knight. Anything to disturb the King’s peace will be crushed! Rebellion against my beautiful father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!!”

“Hooooooo!!!”

Lancelot swung the remaining half of the heavy sword and charged towards Mordred.

“Wham————————!!!”

The Magical Energy radiating from Clarent was even more powerful than before, destroying any enemies who dared to challenge the King’s authority with the majesty of a ruler!

The black armor shattered in the brilliance, revealing Lancelot’s face.

The core shattered, and the Madness Enhancement that bound Lancelot was released.

Perhaps due to the similarity between this radiance and the majesty displayed by the King he once served, Lancelot couldn’t help but halt his steps and give up resistance.

“King, I cannot abandon my feelings for Guinevere, and I cannot forgive myself.”

“King, why don’t you hold me accountable? Why don’t you allow me to atone for my sins?”

“Unable to repay my grave sins, I descend into the abyss and become an eternal sinner.”

“King, if you could personally pass judgment on me, just as you could personally execute me out of anger, then I will…”

Lancelot’s presence gradually faded away.

Only the huge voids pierced by this Magical Energy remained around, and even the massive mountains in front were completely destroyed by the previous strike.

“Tch, go talk to the King yourself, Lancelot.”

Mordred slung Clarent over his shoulder and sighed.

“…But if I could see the King, maybe I could pass along a message for you.”

The screen in the live stream room displayed the battle without missing a single moment.

“As expected, the Knights of the Round Table are all kings in the kitchen. It’s a pity that Lancelot mistook his target this time.”

“Although he made a mistake, I still hope Lancelot can find redemption.”

“He doesn’t even want to look at the true face of his former colleague…”

“A father’s debt must be repaid. You’ve worked hard, Mo-san.”

“Streamer, will Lancelot make a comeback? Please, please!”

“Wow, are you collecting cards of the Knights of the Round Table? Is it Gawain’s turn next?”

“System message: ‘Britannia Little Rascal’ sent 3 rockets!”

“Comment: Thanks to the streamer for the Command Seals, hahaha!”

“System message: ‘Starting the Worship Today’ sent a golden cruise ship!”

“Comment: Mo-san, please save Popess over there. The Archbishop is about to come and say something heartfelt!”

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“That Berserker actually left the stage?”

Sensing Lancelot’s Magical Energy disappearing, Vlad III’s expression became gloomy.

“It seems I must resolve this quickly…?!”

At some point, the silver chains had tightly bound Vlad III’s spear and body.

Johanna, with her pierced chest, stood up. The spikes on her chest were nowhere to be seen, and even the bloodstains on her body began to slowly disappear.

“Still struggling in your dying moments?”

Vlad III clenched his fist, intending to activate his Noble Phantasm once again.

But nothing happened.

Johanna stood there perfectly fine, with no spikes piercing her from anywhere on her body.

“How is this possible? This is still my territory!!!”

Vlad III shouted in disbelief.

“Your Noble Phantasm can be freely activated in your own territory. It is my negligence for not realizing this earlier. But as the ‘King of Impaler’ burdened with the legend of the Vampire, I am an existence beyond imagination. Your Noble Phantasm, I’m afraid, can no longer capture me.”

“————————?!”

Then, the silver cross staff in Johanna’s hand began to shine brightly.

“Oh Lord, I shall bring forth your glorious radiance in your stead.”