CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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Of course, most importantly, you don't think that having one or two more won't affect your duel with Europa II. Just like every Lostbelt or Singularity Lord, who has a significant power gap, Europa II is the same.

[Thus, after you entered the London court, Shiro Emiya left your side and began their grand plan to block the bridge with the Red Archers.]

As for you...

You arrived at the audience hall with Morgan, Artoria, Mordred, and Lily.

Shiro Emiya's information was correct.

The London palace was indeed poorly guarded. To be more precise, it was more than just poorly guarded. Along the way, Quinn saw almost no guards or servants, as if the vast London palace was completely deserted, and this was still the case when they arrived at the entrance to the audience hall.

Clearly, someone deliberately cleared a path for them to get here.

“She knew we were coming.”

Artoria sighed.

Quinn did not respond. He simply walked forward and pushed open the door to the audience hall. A halo of light, like a thin mist, stood behind the door, completely obscuring the view of the audience hall. This scene, reminiscent of the fog door of a boss in some torture games, always gave Quinn the illusion that he would hear an exciting background music as soon as he walked in.

But when he actually entered the scene, he found that his experience was pretty much the same. The only thing that went wrong was that the background music for the boss battle wasn't exciting; instead, it was a soothing chant.

Inside the pure white audience hall, several angel sculptures of varying styles, clearly in the Old Testament style, stood in the center of the hall. Along the red carpet leading to the throne, loud, soothing, and sacred hymns emanated from the 'mouths' of these angels with countless eyes. They guarded the path leading to the pale, bone throne at the very top of the audience hall, like sentinels. And on that throne…

The Britannian emperor sat relaxed on her throne, legs crossed, holding the star-forged holy sword Excalibur in her hand. She wiped the blade of the sword with a piece of purple silk. Her armor and crimson dress intertwined, and the lion-skin cloak hanging behind her shoulders was spotless, carrying an old-fashioned feel that made those who came to see the emperor feel dazed.

With just one glance, Quinn recognized the source of the cloak.

That was a gift he had once given to the other person.

Even now, Europa II has kept it carefully, and even wears it to fight against himself.

"Maud..."

Looking at the figure sitting on the throne, Morgan couldn't help but speak to his daughter, whom he hadn't spoken to in so long. However, before she could finish speaking, the figure on the throne vanished, followed by a deafening sound as if the air was being torn apart, which echoed throughout the audience hall.

Mordred, who had been following behind Quinn, suddenly narrowed her eyes. She hurriedly raised the King's Sword in her hand to block her head. The next second, Mordred suddenly sank, and the marble floor tiles under her feet cracked and shattered like a spider web.

Europa II, who was on the throne just a moment ago, suddenly appeared in front of Mordred. His eyes, which were no different from those of a dragon, were fixed on the royal sword in Mordred's hand, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"Tsk, what a pity, I didn't just kill you outright."

Chapter 242 You Don't Deserve It

Mordred's hands trembled slightly from the force of the impact, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead from the terrifying killing intent of the person in front of him.

The gap between the two sides was too great. If it weren't for the skill called Intuition, which allowed him to instinctively block the attack, and the fact that the quality of the reshaped King Sword had reached the threshold of a Holy Sword, he would probably have been beheaded.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Mordred had indeed failed to notice Europa II's actions. Her opponent's speed was so fast that she could barely catch it with her eyesight and could only guess at what he was planning to do based on her instincts.

"You come at me without a word and start attacking? Do you even know any manners?" Even realizing the vast difference in strength between them, Mordred still relentlessly mocked Europa II, baring his teeth in a sarcastic tone, "You haven't even killed me yet, do you think you can?"

Faced with Mordred's mockery, Europa II remained silent, only staring at the royal sword that had once belonged to him and sneering.

“How ridiculous! A dead person who barely survived by taking other people’s things dares to talk to me like this? Does he really think I don’t understand magic and can’t see that the magic on that sword belongs to my mother and my father’s blood?” After saying that, she looked at Morgan. “You are truly my good mother. You really love me.”

Upon hearing this, Morgan, who had already raised her staff and was about to take advantage of Europa II's distraction to deliver a blow to her daughter, showed an embarrassed expression. However, the staff she had raised high did not stop its trajectory, and a beautiful arc was aimed straight at Europa II's forehead.

Morgan showed no mercy and even cast several magical spells on himself as his blows tore through the air, creating a small shockwave. Quinn, who had been silent and motionless until now, twitched his eyelids wildly.

He had reason to suspect that while Morgan said he felt guilty towards Europa II, he was actually very unhappy that his daughter had disobeyed him. However, he also knew that without taking such a strong stance, he could not threaten Europa II at all.

In fact, Quinn even underestimated it.

Faced with a blow that could knock out many berserkers with a single strike, Europa II stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting Morgan's staff strike him squarely on the forehead. As the shockwave from the blow dissipated, Europa II simply shook his head, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

[The power of the beast, boy, this is the power that grants you immense resistance to anything related to 'humanity'.]

The pop-up window that suddenly appeared before him made Quinn's heart sink. He stared at the top of Europa II's head; the dragon horns growing from her abundant, golden hair, resembling a ripe ear of grain, seemed to be proof of her beastly juvenile nature. Facing Quinn's gaze, Europa II raised her head, displaying her inhuman features. "Well, my father, this is the manifestation of my power. If you can still see the situation clearly, you should surrender immediately..."

Before Europa II could finish speaking, he received a response—a profound love from his godmother.

The sword, inherited from the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried, slashed towards her neck. Artoria could no longer bear Europa II's ramblings. She only wanted to sever this nearly thousand-year-old feud, eradicate the beast's threat, and bring her familiar goddaughter back to her side.

Interrupted from speaking, Europa II no longer resorted to physical resistance this time. She parried with her sword, sparks flying as the blades clashed. The twinkling sparks in the air mirrored the hatred in Europa II's eyes. The two extraordinary swords, like lovers in the throes of passion, were locked together, their cross-shaped hilts intertwined, the blades shifting and shifting with the two swordsmen's changing stances, their positions of advantage and disadvantage constantly shifting.

Ultimately, however, the way the two, whose swordsmanship and skills were nearly equal, determined the winner was the most primitive form of competition. The two humanoid dragons decided the outcome with the purest power. The younger dragon was superior, and the older dragon was flung away by Europa II like a rag doll. It took more than ten meters for the older dragon to regain its footing and cautiously look at Europa II.

"Dragon-slaying sword? How laughable! How can a beast like Fafnir compare to us? Godmother, I am the Emperor of Britannia. Even if it is a dragon, it is the guardian dragon of this great empire. I control the ley lines of the entire Britannia, and every Britannian is the source of my power. How can a mere Norse dragon be compared to me?"

"I don't remember teaching you to talk so much when you're dueling someone."

Artoria gritted her teeth. The dragon-slaying sword she had painstakingly found was not without effect; otherwise, Europa II would not have chosen to parry. However… the gap between swordsmen was too great, so great that it was no longer possible to gain an advantage with just one weapon. Yet, the next second, she felt a surge of power. Europa II immediately frowned and looked at Morgan, only to see multicolored light flashing on Morgan's staff.

The strength of a bear, the speed of a leopard, swift movements, the physique of a warrior, bloodlust, berserk power, anti-dragon attacks, the blessing of a fairy, the grace of the lake, the awakening of the dragon veins...

Countless enhancement spells instantly enveloped Artoria's body. Not only that, but Mordred's body also burst into brilliant flames, his royal sword immediately flashed, and his eyes transformed into the shape of a dragon, with surging magic power gushing out from the dragon factor within his body.

The almost inexhaustible magic provided by Quinn allowed Mordred to unleash it recklessly to amplify herself. Combined with Morgan's exquisite magical combinations, she, who was originally unable to contend with Europa II, caught up with him and reached the point where he needed to take her seriously. This is the kind of assistance a top-tier support can provide.

Mordred and Artoria charged at Europa II almost simultaneously, using their swift and fierce battlefield swordsmanship to block all of Europa II's escape routes and counterattacks. Under the combined attack of these two experienced warriors, even the most renowned sword masters in history could not find any way out and could only die in this despicable attack.

But Europa II was not a warrior in the conventional sense.

The tip of the holy sword drew a perfect circle around her, and the Star Breath, formed from True Aether, spread out in a ring around Europa II. The floor tiles of the entire audience hall were blown away by this breath, creating a vacuum no-man's-land with a radius of twenty meters. Artoria and Mordred were directly blown away by the impact and had no choice but to retreat to Quinn's side.

【Magic Release】

[Faced with the combined forces of Artoria and Mordred, Europa II's response was] "Mei, are you thinking of me? Are you free? Lin, are you here...?"

[Without using the Holy Lance, without unleashing the Holy Sword, simply releasing pure and brutal magic is enough to easily defeat your proud swordsmanship and pincer attacks. This is the power of the Emperor of Britannia, the power of the ruler of the independent world of Britannia.]

"This is the difference between us, dead man. Don't think that just because you have my things, you can compete with me. I am the Emperor of Britannia, and you... are just a pathetic, pitiful wretch who betrayed his parents and wallowed in self-pity."

Europa II glanced at Mordred, whose hair was disheveled and who looked utterly wretched, as if a high god were looking down on an arrogant and ignorant fool.

"You are not worthy to stand beside your father."

Chapter 243 Possession

This person is so noisy!

Mordred was extremely agitated. She clearly realized that she and Europa II were two completely different individuals. The paths of people cannot be replicated, and the fruits they bear cannot be compared. She was just a rebellious Knight of the Round Table, while he was the emperor who had supported the prosperity of this vast empire for thousands of years.

Whether in terms of combat experience, the level of her Spirit Origin, or the amount of weaponry she possesses, Europa II far surpasses herself. It's not shameful for her to lose to her; after all, Europa II is the perfect image that Mordred has always longed for and pursued.

However, at this moment, Mordred was unwilling to admit that he was inferior to his opponent.

The gaze from Quinn felt like a leech on her back. Through the connection between Servant and Master, she sensed that Quinn was waiting. This man, who should have been the most capable of defeating Europa II among the group, had not made a move. He was just staring at her, as if waiting for her to do something.

Mordred didn't know what her Master wanted to do, but she knew that she was being watched, and under that gaze, listening to Europa II's taunts, she was filled with rage.

Whether I am worthy or not is none of your business.

While I was alive, my life was a mess. I was used as a tool by my mother, my father didn't acknowledge my meaning and beliefs, everyone saw me as unclean and unlucky, almost no one trusted or recognized me, and even my rebellious revolt failed. Now that I'm dead, I've finally found a Master who is willing to trust and recognize me...

You actually want to kick me out?

Random thoughts flashed through Mordred's mind, eventually becoming the nourishment for her resolute heart. She could be looked down upon by anyone, but she could not be underestimated by herself. Mordred could be regarded as an omen of misfortune by King Arthur and the witch, but she could not be regarded as a stray dog ​​by Europa II.

"What, are you afraid I'll steal your good father away?"

Even though she knew she was no match, Mordred's increasingly determined mind wouldn't allow her to fall behind in terms of momentum. She didn't hold back and retorted without hesitation. The royal sword in her hand shone brightly as she poured her magic into it, ready to unleash its Noble Phantasm at any moment to deliver a crushing blow to Europa II.

"Ridiculous, you think you can become king just by relying on a thief?" Europa II's gaze focused on the King's Sword, his eyes revealing a hint of hostility and disgust. "You've already died once, do you really think that a sword alone can represent everything and make you king?"

These words struck a chord with Mordred, making her grit her teeth and wish she could rush up and stab the other woman. She had genuinely considered this possibility, longing to participate in the selection ceremony that would decide the King of Camelot, and to become King Camelot by pulling the sword from the stone. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

Now, she no longer had such thoughts, but the pain of having her dark past exposed still made her feel particularly uncomfortable. However, she soon noticed that Europa II's condition also seemed a bit off. This Britannian emperor was paying too much attention to the royal sword in his hand.

As a fellow Mordred, she almost immediately understood Europa II's thoughts and couldn't help but sneer.

"Really? Then why are you looking at the sword in my hand? Oh, I see, you want this sword, right? Sorry, you're not the owner of this sword anymore. You deserve it, it's your fault for being disobedient. Why don't you guess who the most popular Mordred is right now?!"

Europa II's face instantly darkened, and a glimmer of starlight suddenly flashed from his left hand. A surging torrent of magic, carrying the starlight, rushed towards Mordred, but the attack missed.

The bright moonlight blocked Mordred's path, and the starlight that was rushing towards his face also stopped in mid-air, revealing its true form. It was the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, the star anchor that held the world together. Over the past thousand years, it had become one with Europa II, and the divinity hidden in the spear had also submitted to the emperor's majesty and willingly served him.

However, when facing its original master, the Holy Lance was no longer as sharp as before, and the master's hesitation also reduced the sharpness of the strike.

Europa II stared at the sliver of moonlight that blocked his way, then looked at the man standing behind Mordred.

It was Quinn who stopped the Holy Lance. The moonlight formed by the True World of the Demon Sword, which originated from the moon, acted as a barrier, firmly protecting Mordred. Europa II's strong physique, which could directly knock Artoria away, could not repel Quinn, who possessed 'Hercules'. Her attack dissolved silently like a mud ox entering the sea, but the surrounding True Aether went completely berserk.

Europa II's spirits were shattered. She glared angrily at Quinn, and strange dark red tattoos began to appear on her skin, which was not covered by armor. The vortex of true ether lifted the strands of hair on her forehead, revealing a pattern that vaguely resembled '666'. The dragon horns on her head also grew rapidly, becoming more and more twisted and ferocious.

"Why? Why would you rather give this sword to a loser than stay by my side and enjoy yourself? Is my empire not enough to please you? Are my achievements not enough to earn your approval? Are my efforts still meaningless in your eyes?!"

Europa II, no, the awakened sixth beast let out a mournful roar. The sorrow and pain in its voice seemed to be telling of a thousand years of loneliness. The twisted possessiveness and malice in its eyes were so intense that everyone present found it hard to breathe. Artoria and Mordred immediately surrounded Morgan, while the fairy of the paradise conjured a greatsword that looked like a shield to protect Quinn. They were all on high alert, wary of the beast's every move as it finally revealed its true form. Only one person, only Quinn, was an exception.

The True World of the Demon Sword spontaneously released bright moonlight, transforming into an invisible barrier that prevented the Sixth Beast's malice from affecting Quinn. The contract from the moon had already sensed the ferocity of their opponent and began to support Quinn, providing him with protection. Relying on this protection, Quinn and the Sixth Beast looked at each other and uttered a single sentence without any emotion.

"What I want is my daughter, not a beast disguised as her. Give me back my daughter."

[The child you know, Mordred Europa, has finally fallen into a deep sleep at this moment.]

The one standing in this audience hall now is no longer the Mordred you know, but the Sixth Beast, who has taken over Mordred's body. The dragon horns on its head and the number on its forehead are proof of its beastly nature. However, Europa II's will and obsession are too strong and focused, even the resurrected beast is deeply affected by it and cannot distinguish its own identity, but this will not affect what this beast is going to do next.

To defeat you, to control you, to possess you

The beast of desire, symbolizing the empire's decline, already yearns to possess the 'Messiah'.

Chapter 244 Just Gang Fight

The true world clashes with the holy sword, and the genes of Hercules and the Great Red Dragon compete against each other.

The contest between the two warriors bearing the title of emperor had no mechanics, only pure numerical values. The air currents that could tear apart the solid, magically imbued marble floor tiles were generated with every swing of Europa II and Quinn's swords. The surging air waves stirred up dust like clouds and mist, and the scene, like the eye of a storm, swept through every inch of the audience hall centered on the two of them.

"Why, why, why! Why won't you accept me!"

In the hands of the Sixth Beast, the Star-Forged Holy Sword transformed into a sky full of flowing light. Slashing, thrusting, and hammering, the basic techniques of European swordsmanship had become Europa II's instinct. Every attack of hers was a masterful swordsmanship that was simple yet profound, concise, refined, direct, and efficient. Each time, it was aimed straight at Quinn's heart and neck. The loss of reason and the twisted obsession in her heart did not affect her skillful movements, but Quinn's response was even more efficient.

During the years he spent as the founder of Rome and undergoing trials by the Greek gods, he had honed his martial arts skills to the point where he was no less than any martial arts master. In terms of combat experience, he was no less than any hero, and naturally no less than Europa II. In fact, he was even better than Europa II.

After all, during the thousand years that Europa II ruled Britain, although there were battles and duels, there was never a fight against monsters of different forms, such as ferocious demons and mythical creatures, nor was there any experience of a single person repeatedly dueling with warriors from the same entire region.

The duels with countless warriors in Thrace taught Quinn how to face opponents using different weapons. The battles with the fantasy creatures and monsters roaming the Greek lands honed Quinn's grasp of timing in battle. His teaching career, which taught many heroic students, also taught Quinn how to read other people's thoughts through their subtle movements.

These experiences yielded abundant rewards for Quinn—overwhelming combat experience.