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At this moment, Mount Yuanzang still retained the mess of last night's battle. The difference was that the black mud covered a much larger area, so much so that the ground could not be seen, and it enveloped the entire mountaintop.
Ma En intended to use spatial scanning to locate the Great Void, but upon using it, he discovered that the Black Mud had absorbed the magic waves from the scan, blocking his detection.
Helpless, he had no choice but to take out the map that Tokiomi Tohsaka had given him before he left, just in case, and compare it with the approximate area.
"We should blast it open from this spot."
"Oh dear, they actually made me do this dirty work of cleaning up garbage."
Niang Shanshan complained again, then with a look of disgust, she controlled Vimoye to bombard the spot that Ma En pointed to.
After several attempts, I finally saw the somewhat dilapidated entrance.
Ma En shielded himself and his mother, Shan Shan, with dozens of layers of shields. He also connected the circuit to Avalon within his body, ready to activate it at any time, before rushing into the entrance with Shan Shan.
At the beginning it was extremely narrow, and then he became enlightened. After taking dozens of steps, he suddenly became enlightened.
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Chapter 102 Better late than early! Internal strife!
The two walked cautiously at the entrance of the great cavern, dodging the black mud gushing out from within. Every now and then, some of the churning black mud splashed at them, but it was blocked by the shields on their bodies.
This relieved Ma En, but seeing that the black mud was corroding the shield, he quickly built up hundreds more layers and said, "We can't stay here any longer, let's speed things up."
“Mm,” Flash responded.
So the two of them started running, relying on the shields to block the black mud and ignoring it, rushing inside at full speed.
Before long, the two arrived at a spacious cave.
However, at this time, the cave was filled with churning black mud, which almost completely filled the cave.
nail! ! !
Before Ma En could properly assess the surroundings, a metallic clanging sound rang out.
Ma En and his mother exchanged a glance and immediately smiled.
"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early; that's exactly what's going on now."
"It seems the enemy isn't a united front either; are they fighting amongst themselves?"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry over and 'mediate' the fight!"
At the same time, Marx and Eng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had been overthinking things. It wasn't that the enemy was preparing some grand plan; it was just that internal strife had stalled things. Otherwise, there would have been more trouble.
The two then quietly approached the source of the fighting and saw three figures engaged in fierce combat.
One of the figures was clad in jet-black armor, with a long, blue-purple hair hanging down his back, and wielding a greatsword.
The two recognized him instantly from that familiar face—it was Lancelot!
However, there's nothing surprising about it. After all, there's the precedent of Hassan the Hundred Faces, so it's only natural that Lancelot would be corrupted and resurrected.
The key is the people beside him, those who fight alongside him.
It was a shadowy figure whose appearance constantly changed, sometimes humanoid, sometimes like a wild beast, only the two weapons in its hands remained the same.
There were two strangely shaped short swords there, forked like tree branches, or resembling the fangs of some creature, their blood-red blades covered with twisted black patterns that looked like curses.
With these weapons, Marne instantly recognized that this was the true form of evil in this world, Angolan Mainyu!
Instead, facing them was a burly, red-haired man with a fierce face, wearing a black robe with red stripes—Alexander the Great! Skandar!
But what's going on? Why are they fighting? And it's two against one, it seems like the two on the other side really want him dead.
Lancelot is probably corrupted and controlled by Angolan Mainyu, so the two are on the same side. But what about Iskandar?
Why is he making enemies of both? Isn't he being controlled?
Mann stared intently at Iskandar, hoping to discern the problem within him.
Then he noticed that Iskandar's expression was a little off.
A Servant controlled by the corrupted should be mindless, but Iskandar's face shows expression, proving that he is mentally sharp.
At the same time, his current demeanor is very different from when we first met.
If the image before was that of a rough and bold man, then now it is one of coldness and ferocity.
Combined with his darkened attire, it's hard not to associate him with an Alter transformation.
Alterification is also a form of corruption, but it's not the kind of corruption where one is consumed by black mud; it's something else entirely.
Alterification retains the original memories and essence of the personality; the person is still the same, only the way of thinking and the personality in dealing with things are somewhat different from the original.
It's completely different from the kind of mind that's devoured and controlled by black mud, devoid of normal reason and driven only by madness and destructive impulses.
Now Iskandar, Marn looks like he's been altered.
However, if Iskandar is Alter, then there's a huge problem!
Alterification isn't something that can be achieved casually. Aside from the Counter Force, which can directly summon Heroic Spirits, there needs to be something that can change the Spirit Origin, such as... the Holy Grail!
'This is a huge problem.'
The moment he thought of this, Ma En felt a headache coming on; it seemed that the thing he least wanted to happen had still happened.
Looking back now, the reason why those corrupted armies were able to break out of their inherent barrier and be resurrected might have been due to the power of the Holy Grail.
This also explains why Iskandar fought with Angolan Manuel.
Because Iskandar's goal, needless to say, is definitely to conquer the world or something like that.
Meanwhile, Angolan Manuel was thinking about how to destroy the world, and the two sides must have clashed over this.
Iskandar, who wanted to conquer the world, would naturally not allow Angolan Manuel to destroy it, at least not until he had completed his conquest!
When Angolan Maneu saw that Iskandar actually wanted to stop him from destroying the world, he was unwilling to agree and wanted to kill Iskandar.
"Hiding away, too scared to come out? Intruder!"
Just as Ma En was thinking this, Iskandar Lenglie's loud voice rang out, and the battle on the other side temporarily stopped.
Maren wasn't surprised; after all, they had forced their way in, and it would have been strange if they hadn't noticed.
Then he came out with his mother, Gilgamesh, and looked at Iskandar with a smile: "We meet again, Iskandar."
"I thought it was someone else, but it's you, kid!"
Iskandar recognized Marne instantly upon seeing him, and said with a smirk, "Thanks to your help, otherwise I really wouldn't have had the chance to fulfill this wish."
Ma En sighed slightly, lamenting that he had created a formidable opponent for himself.
Then he went straight to the point and asked, "So, you really do have the Holy Grail?"
Iskandar raised an eyebrow: "Oh ho, you even know these things? It seems I underestimated you."
Instead of being happy to receive the recognition, Marx and Engels felt their hearts sink once again.
"I knew it, but I never thought I would actually encounter something like this one day. Also, I should 'thank' you for your help. Thanks to your army, I've been entangled in a lot of trouble."
"Really? That's great news, but that's not enough."
Iskandar stared at Maen, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "I haven't paid you back for the defeat we suffered before."
"Perfect timing, since you've also built the city walls, we can have a proper attack and defense battle."
"To be honest, that was a really good move of yours. It really got me excited. After all, my army is best at conquering and seizing territory!"
"Wei~ Is he that vengeful?"
Ma En muttered a speechless complaint, then looked at the two figures beside him: "I was thinking, could we perhaps cooperate? After all, this is a feud between you and me, don't you think outsiders should not interfere?"
Angolan Manuel immediately raised his weapon and warily watched the people on both sides.
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Chapter 103 A mob fight to the death!
"Indeed, they are useless for the upcoming conquest; in fact, they can be considered an obstacle."
Iskandar also looked at Angolan Mainyu and Lancelot, his eyes filled with no less murderous intent than when he faced Marne.
“Then.” En drew his Zanpakuto, his hand conjuring magic, and the circuits quietly began to connect to the Great Source.
"Want to cooperate? To be honest, his curse is really disgusting. It took me a lot of effort just to resettle the people."
This is a fact.
The idea that people turn into spirits after they die is incredibly malicious; they've almost robbed all the bamboo shoots off the mountain.
It's important to understand that among the hundreds of thousands of people in Dongmu, there are many elderly people who are at high risk of passing away at any time.
These people will also become undead after they die. Not to mention, there are many critically ill patients in the hospital. With a population of hundreds of thousands, at least a few people die every day.
This forced the Magic Association personnel who came to provide support to devote most of their energy to monitoring them, in order to prevent the undead from attacking the living at any time.
"Join forces? Do you have some misunderstanding about my domineering ways?"
Iskandar paused slightly, turned to look at Marne, his gloomy expression unchanged.
"I, Iskandar! The Conqueror! Submission is my way of tyranny! My desire! To conquer all! To seize everything!"
"On the road to conquest, there may be followers, but there will never be fellow travelers."
Ma En shrugged: "Looks like we'll just have to fight our own battles."
After that, the atmosphere turned cold again, and the three parties remained silent, wary of each other.
Angolan Manuel was the first to lose his composure, ordering Lancelot to attack Mar and Eng.
Perhaps in his view, Marx and Engels were actually easy prey.
If we kill Ma En and eliminate Niang Shan Shan, we can gain two more Servants.
But such an idea is complete wishful thinking. Neither Marx nor Nian Shanshan are easy to deal with.
However, what Marne did next was something none of them expected.
Marne raised his right hand: "By Command Spell! Caster! Lancer and Saber, come to my side!"
Buzz~!
A spatial ripple emanated, a flash of light appeared, and Nero, along with the Lion King and Mordred, each with an arm around her shoulder, descended together!
"Hmm? Lancelot, huh?"