Chapter 341

"—That's about enough."

Semiramis spoke, and Mordred realized that the two of them were so close.

Just as Mordred was about to swing her sword, she only felt intense pain coming from her whole body.

"Ahhhh—"

Mordred thought she had already experienced all the pain, but at this moment, it overturned this cognition.

Tricky, intense pain attacked her whole body, as if sulfuric acid was poured into her body, making Mordred completely unable to think, and she could only wail miserably there.

Semiramis: "This is my second Noble Phantasm, 'Sikera Ušum'. As long as I stay in this audience hall, I possess resistance to various toxins and will manufacture and spread various toxins in the air; everything produced by my magic—even a small flame has poison. How is it, does it hurt?"

Responding to her, only Mordred's incessant wailing.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but I'll tell you anyway. This poison wasn't meant for you, it was prepared for Chiron."

"Do you know the story of him abandoning his immortality because the poison was too painful? That's right, this poison is precisely the poison of the Hydra of Lerna killed by Heracles, and it is also the poison that ultimately caused the great hero Heracles to destroy himself."

"The great heroes of Greece were all killed by this poison, and it was to the extent that even one of them, despite possessing immortality, couldn't help but beg for mercy. If Chiron had been poisoned by this, it should have been quite interesting—"

Chiron: "It's actually the poison of the Hydra, so it's no wonder it would be like this."

Chiron: "That kind of toxin is not something a person can bear."

Achilles: "You woman, actually using such a vicious method."

Empress: "Hey hey, don't forget we are on the same Reverse Reverse Reverse Reverse Side, they are all enemies."

Empress: "Dealing with enemies, it naturally doesn't matter what means you use."

Artoria: "Dammit—"

Watching Mordred's miserable appearance in the video, the King of Knights was also very angry.

Unfortunately, the Holy Grail War had already ended, and Semiramis had returned to the Throne of Heroes, otherwise she would definitely go to get back at her for Mordred.

The King of Knights asked Feng Xi: "Is this toxin really that terrifying?"

Feng Xi: "Of course, Chiron was tortured by the Hydra's toxin to the point of being unable to live or die, and had no choice but to give up his divinity and die to be relieved."

Artoria: "To think even a warrior like Chiron couldn't bear it!"

Iskandar: "After all, that is a terrifying poison that can even kill gods."

Qin Shi Huang: "This woman is worthy of the name of poisoner, to be able to get her hands on even this kind of poison. Finally, she looks a bit like an Assassin."

Feng Xi: "What's this, that woman can even summon the real Hydra."

Watching Mordred rolling and screaming, Semiramis's desire to abuse was greatly satisfied, and she walked back to the throne with elegant steps.

"Will you die or beg for mercy in a few minutes? I'll wait leisurely for this moment to arrive. Nothing, if you don't want to die, it's simple—commit suicide with that sword, and everything will be over."

Mordred didn't pay attention to her at all, because she couldn't even think of anything else now.

"Dammit, there's nothing I can do..."

Meanwhile, outside the door, Sisigou also sighed because he was at his wit's end.

Although he didn't know the situation inside, he could guess it.

Now he could only rely on the power of the Command Spell to save Mordred.

"Saber, can you hear me?"

"... arely."

"Listen, prepare to regroup, I will use a Command Spell to make you retreat, any objections?"

"I know."

"That's good—I command my Servant with a Command Spell, come to my Reverse Reverse Reverse Reverse Side immediately!"

The Command Spell vanished, and Mordred should have instantly executed a space jump to his Reverse Reverse Reverse Reverse Side—that should have been the case.

Sisigou could feel that the order was executed, but—Mordred was not teleported out.

Kayneth: "What! The Command Spell is actually invalid?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "How is this possible!"

Empress: "Heh, why do you think it's impossible."

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "This..."

Empress: "Hmph, is this the modern magician. Arrogant, ignorant, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, I really don't know how you were passed down."

Waver: "... id you penetrate the ritual of the Command Spell and create a barrier that isolates the Command Spell?"

Empress: "Oh, so there are still people who can use their brains."

Empress: "Hehehe, although you didn't say it right, it's actually about the same."

Empress: "Command Spells are also magic; as long as it is magic, one can naturally find a way to deal with it."

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "..."

The arrogant Tokiomi was finally taught a lesson by Semiramis today.

As the three founding families of the Holy Grail War, their research and understanding of the Holy Grail War were not even as good as a Heroic Spirit.

"Heh, Saber's Master, you have slightly ruined my mood. Did you think I wouldn't have thought you would do this?"

At this moment, Semiramis actually inserted herself into the telepathy between Sisigou and Mordred, and then forcibly cut it off.

Perhaps to the Empress, this was just a small magic trick that took some effort.

Sisigou: "How did you block the Command Spell?"

Semiramis: "Stupid question, Saber's Master. This is the Hanging Gardens—my territory. This place does not accept you people using teleportation rituals; I say it doesn't accept, so it doesn't. Territory is exactly such an existence, and the Master is the same, it's very simple, right."

Sisigou was speechless; the answer was just that simple.

Command Spells, to put it bluntly, are a type of magic; Servants with "Magic Resistance" can resist them slightly, let alone a god-era magician like Semiramis.

But blocking the opponent's Command Spell shouldn't be that simple; it requires understanding the function of the Command Spell and making corresponding preparations in this layer of territory—

Right, it's Amakusa Emiya Emiya Shirou Tokisada!

Even for a god-era magician like Semiramis, wanting to thoroughly understand the pattern of Command Spells within a few days was a very difficult thing, but Amakusa Emiya Emiya Shirou was different.

Sixty years of time, intense obsession, plus his identity as Ruler.

Although he was not as familiar with magic as Caster, he had sufficient time to analyze the Command Spells.

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "So it was Amakusa Emiya Emiya Shirou..."

He relaxed slightly; if it was really researched by Semiramis, her magic strength would be too strong.

Feng Xi: "I say, what do you have to relax about."

Feng Xi: "Amakusa Emiya Emiya Shirou, who is not a magician, spent sixty years thoroughly understanding the Command Spells, while your Tohsaka family has controlled the Holy Grail ritual for more than two hundred years, what results have you actually researched?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "..."

Wanted to refute, but couldn't.

Their Tohsaka family, besides focusing on collecting holy relics, finding ways to win the Holy Grail War, and seizing the Holy Grail, had no in-depth research on the Holy Grail at all.

The Tohsaka family's thoughts were mostly on researching the manufacturing of the Jewel Sword, so as to become a disciple of Zelretch.

Compared to Einzbern and the old worm, Tohsaka didn't look like one of the three founding families at all, just a simple participant.

Semiramis: "That's right, Saber's Master, everything is just like this. So, give up the Holy Grail and leave, I can still spare your life."

After saying this, Semiramis also disconnected the telepathy; that was also her final ultimatum to Sisigou.

But Sisigou didn't leave, and was constantly brainstorming at the door.

If he used two Command Spells at the same time, he might be able to break the Empress's blockade, but he had already used one, and now only one was left, and Ruler was nowhere to be found, so he couldn't ask for a supplement.

Mordred's vitality was decreasing every second, and Sisigou, who couldn't think of a way, became extremely anxious.

Think quickly, the Master's mission is to think, to find the success rate of victory for the Servant who only knows how to act recklessly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—got it!

Sisigou had a flash of inspiration and thought of a method, a method with a success rate of less than one percent.

This was the only method he could think of; if he didn't do this, Mordred would really be done for.

Although he could just walk away and give up the Holy Grail War to survive, anyway, his participation in the Holy Grail War was just a mission. However—it was meaningless.

Because, he had nothing.

Leaving here meant returning to that life that was no different from being dead while clearly alive.

A numb life of constantly carving scars on his body so that his daughter's death would not be meaningless.

He was already finished. What was alive was his body, what was dead was his hope.

Since hope was dead, he would only live a life even worse than an old man's remaining years from now on.

Kairi Sisigou was already dead; even if he wished to the Holy Grail, he couldn't be resurrected—

But, the half of him that was still alive might still be saved.