I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"It's so noisy, how could I lose?"

Mordred clutched his right shoulder blade, staring coldly at Brunhilde who came forward.

Immortality is an attribute of Tianke her, and she could use [Holy] to control immortal monsters, but the black mud of Shajo Aiga sealed her [Holy].

Then, if you want to defeat Brunhilde head-on, you can only use the star cup sealed by her, and the star cup is finally the real power-【Star Transformation】.

——Your treasure is a bit special, it's best not to use it.

Titis' warning echoed in her mind, and she knew in her heart that the Star Cup belonged to her great cause, but she never really owned the Star Cup.

The star cup is looking forward to, looking forward to, when Mordred really owns it.

However, Mordred knew that that was the only boundary she could not cross.

Once that line is crossed, [she] can never come back.

But--,

"If I don't even love myself, who will love me? If I don't even protect myself, who will protect me?"

The product of revenge, was born without any blessings, and only got curses. Even with the hard work of the day after tomorrow, everything she got was destroyed by her own tears in the end.

The stars fell in an instant, leaving behind the dark night and the surging tide. No one loves her or hates her anymore, memories are nothing. It's like a road with no return, and all the good things can't be restored.

So, if she doesn't even love herself, who will love herself?

Mordred's star chalice exuded a strange light, and the third eye that had been closed tightly was slowly opening, and Mordred's skin began to become transparent, dotted with endless stars.

She's going to cross that line.

"As expected of Master Mordred." At the head of a tree in the distance, the Demonic Bodhisattva looked at Mordred who was about to activate the star cup with a smile, "Returning your intelligence to you is indeed the right choice. Yes. Well, you and I are the same kind of people. Father, mother, love, friendship... none of these are needed, no one loves us, the only one who loves us is ourselves."

There was no brilliance in her eyes, only a dead chaos, "Welcome to the world of Beast. However, I should feel happier. In my world alone, finally came a person who can be called Beast." People who are friends...huh?"

In the pitch-black and chaotic field of vision, suddenly there was a ray of light, which was the light shining on the young man and Old Shan.

Black red light.

"What's that?" In the eyes of the Demonic Bodhisattva, there was inevitably a gleam of doubt.

Black-red light flowed out from the young man and Old Shan, turned into stardust all over the sky, and then gathered together.

The black sharp spear turned into a dragon, and rushed straight towards Mordred. When Mordred was about to cross the boundary, a hand appeared from behind her and patted her gently. shoulders.

Mordred was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look, and saw a red-black, muddy figure walking out from behind her, reaching out and grabbing the black sharpshooter.

"So that's it, the mud left on us... the real purpose is not to be a backhand, but to protect Mordred's safety?" The boy pushed his glasses with a look of shock.

Mordred stared blankly at the back of the clay figurine, she would not admit it wrong, because the back of the clay figurine was the man she had been thinking about, reading, and hating all her life.

It was the back view of my father that I had fantasized about all my life, but never seen before.

Chapter 114: Shirou's Missing, Mordred's Tears

"This, what is this?"

Brunhilde looked at the clay figure who caught her gun with a face full of astonishment. In terms of nature, it was undoubtedly an existence of the same kind as her own, but she could also tell that it was definitely not Shajo Love Song of mud.

"What are you?" Brunhilde asked with his eyes fixed.

However, the clay figure didn't have the slightest intention to answer.

He is the clay that Shirou left on the boy and old Shan. He has no thoughts, but carries Shirou's will and longing. When Mordred was about to cross that boundary, Shirou's thoughts and will left on the mud made the thoughtless mud instinctively activated.

He is clay, Shirou's Noble Phantasm and Shirou's thought, he is not human, so he can't answer Brunhilde.

"It seems to be a treasure of a heroic spirit, just destroy you!"

A flash of murderous intent flashed across Brunhilde's eyes, and he tried to pull the sharp spear out of the clay figurine's hands with both hands, but he remained motionless.

What a strong muscle!

Brunhilde was startled, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes, since he couldn't pull it out, then stab it in!

However, just when she was about to take action, the magic gun held tightly by the clay figurine suddenly let out a "cracking" sound, and the gun body directly shattered like a spider's web.

Brunhilde looked at the broken gun in his hand in astonishment, and before he could react, the clay figurine reached out and grabbed her head.

Arash, who saw this scene, quickly shouted: "Get out of the way, Lancer!"

Brunhilde reacted and quickly dodged the big hand of the clay figurine, but Arash's shout made his infinite [shooting star] a gap, making the old Shan seize this opportunity, from his Flashed out from the oppression, and came to the side of the boy and Linglongguan Mei Shaye.

"Are you alright, Archer?" the boy asked hastily.

"I'm fine, but—" Old Shan looked at the clay figurine in surprise, "has his thoughts... actually reached here?"

"Missing?" The young man was full of doubts.

Old Shan nodded solemnly, "Everything has a spirit. It is you in the future who, thinking of Mordred, awakened that clay spirit. What drives that clay figurine now is neither magic, nor a contract, nor is it Noble Phantasm, but longing."

"Then doesn't he care about Mordred?" the boy couldn't help but said.

"Yeah, if you don't care to that extent, there is no way to wake up the mud."

The boy turned his head and looked at Mordred behind the clay figurine, while Mordred looked at the back of the clay figurine.

"Why……"

Doubtful and incomprehensible murmurs spit out from Mordred's mouth.

She couldn't understand why Shirou's mud would appear here, in front of her, protecting her.

"That clay figurine..."

Arash glanced at the clay figurine with a gloomy expression, and then his eyes fell on the old Shan who had already shaken off the suppression, and his expression became even more gloomy.

"Hmph. The hypocritical mask is finally off, polluted soul. This ugly look really suits you, miscellaneous cultivator."

Old Shan took out countless legendary shields and surrounded the boy and Linglong Guan Mei Shaye into an iron bucket, then looked at Arash with a cruel and cold smile on his face.

He pulled out the sword that could kill [Immortality], and said, "It's time to start the second round, the hero of the broken stars!"

"You are not my opponent!" Arash drew his bow again. Now he dare not use [One Meteor] lightly. The old Shan has no scruples. If he uses [One Meteor] lightly, he will be possessed by the old Shan , beheaded [Immortality]'s Noble Phantasm to kill.

"Arash is in danger..."

Brunhilde took a look and knew how dangerous Arash's situation was now.