Metal. Red. Mom

A/N: I know the last chapter is garbage, so here's the follow up.

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( Ken POV )

"A random young girl, you say!? You'd better choose your next words carefully, Mr. Sexist."

Mordred's eyes blazed with fury, her entire body emanating a dangerous red electricity. The little lion cub was undeniably enraged.

"Wha-"

"So fast!"

"Wait!"

Cries of shock and apprehension echoed across the battlefield as the other X-Men finally snapped out of their stupor, realizing Gambit was in serious trouble. Even Gambit himself was visibly sweating, his mouth snapping shut as he recognized the peril Mordred posed.

"Young lady, please wait! I'm sorry for his foul words, but I believe Remy didn't intend to offend you. Could you lower your weapon?" Beast pleaded, his voice gentle yet firm, attempting to soothe the furious lion cub.

Despite the evident nervousness on the X-Men's faces, they remained vigilant, ready to intervene if necessary. But Mordred didn't spare Beast a glance. Observing all this, I could only shake my head and sigh tiredly.

"Mordred, let him be for now. He's an ally, not a threat. The real threat is up there. And Mr. Remy, she's the firepower we need. I guarantee you won't be disappointed," I said, trying to diffuse the tension surrounding us.

'It's not the time to anger the X-Men...'

Mordred stared at Gambit for a couple of seconds before she lowered her sword from his neck and retracted her murderous aura. Despite her youthful look, Mordred had slaughtered more humans who she deemed as her enemies compared to everyone present here, so it made sense for Gambit to be intimidated by her aura.

"Tch, fine." She clicked her tongue in annoyance, leaving Gambit behind and striding toward me.

"Thank you for your understanding, young lady," Beast said, nodding gratefully at me. The rest of the X-Men visibly relaxed as the tension dissipated.

"Huft, I thought I was dead for a second..." Gambit murmured, easing his tense posture. "You shouldn't disrespect women like that, Mr. Remy," Shadowcat, standing nearby, commented on his behavior, her words making Gambit's eyes twitch.

Magneto, who had been watching all this while trying to catch his breath, finally regained some of his strength and spoke. "Young man, I never thought you would call a little kid to the battlefield for help. And you, X-Men, are so shameless and pathetic to even agree with his plan. My disappointment is immeasurable, and my day is ruined."

'Oh no, he just called her a kid again. Is he deaf or becoming senile because of his age?'

I wondered, staring at the now slightly fatigued Magneto before shifting my gaze to the angry lion cub beside me. Even the X-Men, sensing Mordred's rising anger, began to distance themselves from us.

'Master, I found what you are looking for.' 

The voice of Hassan of the Hundred Faces echoed within my mind, her words transmitted through the bond we shared as master and servant.

Upon receiving her message, I immediately responded telepathically. 'So, my hunch was correct?' I sought confirmation once more.

'Yes, Magneto will require it to activate his machine on a grand scale. I can secure it and ensure its safety, provided you give the command,' Hassan affirmed.

A chuckle threatened to escape me at the news, but I held it back. If you're curious about what Hassan and I are discussing, we must rewind to when Gambit had just arrived with revelations about Magneto's true intentions for the Conversion Machine.

Gambit's report triggered a flood of memories from my past life, leading me to speculate about Magneto's ultimate goal. To verify my suspicions, I reached out to Hassan, who was on standby. I instructed her to use her Presence Concealment to infiltrate Magneto's metallic arena while I diverted his focus.

When Magneto throw his attacks toward me, I used my displacement magecraft to send it back to him. He seems surprised at that time, but what he didn't realize is that I also open a small rift near his metal stadium for Hassan to pass through and infiltrated his stadium, it all happens in less than a second. And just like that Hassan is now inside Magneto metal stadium investigating it with my order. 

Despite the stadium metallic composition—a domain where Magneto should sense any trespasser—Hassan's Presence Concealment skill adeptly evaded his detection. Meanwhile, the troublesome meta like Azazel was being handled by Ushiwakamaru, so everything was proceeding smoothly.

'Alright, you can snatch it and bring it with you. I can sense your location and have locked onto it. After that, you must immediately send a message for the escape route. I will open the rift with my magecraft, and that's when you make your exit,' I instructed.

'Understood, Master. Commencing operation now,' Hassan acknowledged.

As our silent conversation unfolded through the servant contract transmission, Mordred—who had been standing beside me—finally erupted in frustration.

The crimson lightning crackled around her armor, illuminating the dark battlefield with eerie, flickering light. A violent wind erupted from her presence, sweeping through and blowing away debris like leaves in a storm. Each step she took left the ground shattered, trembling under the sheer force of her power.

"One after another... You guys never take me seriously, do you?" Mordred murmured, her voice laced with a grim determination. Her face remained angled downward, shadowed and hidden, making it hard to discern the emotions playing across her features.

Magneto floated above us, his expression twisted with arrogance. "Hm? Why should I? I'm not a cowardly and pathetic metahuman like the X-Men beside you, who clearly need your help. I am one of the strongest metas in this world. I alone am enough to deal with all of you," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. His words stung, but we had heard them before. "Stand proud, all of you. Since you managed to delay my plan with your insignificant power, now we shall welcome the surge of the metahuman age!"

Magneto raised both of his hands, and the two towers that had come out unscathed from the X-Men's last attack shimmered with light, gathering power before launching the Conversion Wave toward the whole city.

"Goddamn it, Erik!" Beast finally snapped, his frustration breaking through in a rare outburst. His usually calm demeanor was shattered, revealing the tension and fear underlying our predicament.

"Erik! Please!" Storm's voice rang out from above, her tone a mix of pleading and desperation. She hovered in the stormy sky, lightning crackling around her, but her plea fell on deaf ears. Magneto remained unmoved, his resolve unshaken.

Mordred, meanwhile, had halted just a few meters from where I stood. Her gaze lifted, locking onto Magneto with a fury I had never seen before. Her brow was deeply furrowed, a vein pulsed angrily on her forehead, and her green eyes blazed with a dangerous intensity. She looked like a lioness ready to pounce, her anger palpable.

"Enough with all your bullshit! I just arrived here, and everything I saw and heard was a bunch of weirdos talking nonsense. I've had enough of this!" Mordred shouted, her voice echoing across the battlefield.

"So, what are you gonna do, kid?" Magneto said with an amused smile, taunting the lioness.

As his machine almost finished charging its power, Magneto felt victory within his grasp and started to focus on bringing all the remaining metal structures around him to launch in our direction with deadly intent. Ships, cars, lamps, and infrastructure hovered dangerously in the sky.

The battlefield crackled with tension as Mordred's crimson lightning illuminated the scene. "Shut up, you bastard! I swear on my name as Mordred Pendragon, one of the members of the Knights of the Round Table and the rightful heir of Camelot, I will destroy you and your toy fortress with my Clarent!" Mordred solemnly vowed, her tone filled with hatred toward the smug man in the sky.

"What!? No way..."

"Pendragon...?"

"Round Table? Camelot?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Voices of exclamation could be heard as soon as Mordred announced her true identity. She seemed quite popular. The X-Men's expressions were particularly hilarious to me, shock and disbelief plastered on their faces. I guess no one truly expected a real figure from myth and legend to appear before them, and what was even more outrageous was that Mordred was a young girl instead of a ferocious man.

"That's why she's wearing knight armor... So, perhaps the other one who fought Azazel is also..." The young Kitty Pryde, known as Shadowcat, muttered under her breath, as she tries to piece together the identity of the red samurai woman. 

"Hmph, your identity and vow are meaningless in front of true power." As soon as Magneto finished speaking, he launched everything he had left in his arsenal toward Mordred's direction.

"MASTER!" Mordred shouted, glancing at me with an eager expression. I understood from her gaze that she wanted to blow up Magneto's base, but it was not yet the time.

The twin towers seemed to have finished charging their power and were now emitting waves of light, slowly spreading toward the city behind us. It would only be a matter of minutes before it brought devastation to New York City.

'This is ba-'

But as I was worrying, a voice of confirmation rang in my head. 'Master, I've got it,' Hassan informed me.

'Leave the rest to me.'

Without further ado, I chanted a displacement magecraft toward where Hassan was, opening an escape route for her and whatever she had snatched from Magneto. Even though I couldn't see her, I sensed something passing through the rift I made. Not long after, I closed the rift inside Magneto's metal stadium and got a message from Hassan.

'Extraction mission completed, Master.'

'Thanks and good job, Hassan.'

I replied to her after sending her to our rendezvous point. Now I could finally order Mo-chan to destroy that big lump of metal. In the sky, the twin towers on the fortress stopped glowing and spreading their waves after Hassan snatched whatever made the towers work.

"Hmm...!?" Magneto, busy controlling his attack, noticed the strange situation on his side.

I returned my focus to the knight who was eager for my permission. "Mo-chan! Now is the time!" I raised my hand high, invoking the power of a Command Spell. "Mordred Pendragon," I called out firmly, my voice cutting through the battlefield, "I command you to unleash your fury and bring that fortress down with the full power of your Noble Phantasm!"

"Senpai! Are you okay?" Mash's voice could be heard from behind, full of concern. She probably thought I was pushing myself too hard by summoning and managing multiple servants in such an intense battle. "I'm fine, Mash," I reassured her with a smile, her concern a comforting presence amidst the turmoil.

As I finished speaking, the Command Spell on my hand glowed brightly, and I sensed my magical energy transferring to Mordred in a large amount. If I were a normal magus, I might have died from it, but thankfully I possessed an unlimited amount of magical energy due to The Third Magic.

Mordred turned slightly at the sound of my command, a fierce grin spreading across her beautiful face. The limitless prana coursing through her veins made her feel invincible. She knew that with this power, her Mana Burst would elevate her abilities to unprecedented heights, and her Noble Phantasm would be even stronger.

A strong crimson aura burst out from Mordred's body, destroying the surroundings and casting a violent wind as she activated her Mana Burst. Crimson lightning danced around her, crackling in the air, even making the dark clouds that Storm had previously summoned more chaotic.

"So, you've gotten stronger, Master," Mordred murmured, her voice low and filled with admiration. She savored the prana I supplied, her smile growing wider. "Then I, Mordred Pendragon, shall bring you victory!" she declared, her voice echoing with resolve.

She turned back to face the fortress, her entire being focused on the task at hand. She takes a charging stance, then the space around her and the sword becomes stained with dark red blood, and the blade of the sword, enveloped by the radiance of blood, gives off strange, violent and furious sounds and begins to transform.

Mordred raised Clarent above her head; the blade ignited with a blinding crimson light as she chanted the invocation of her Noble Phantasm.

"I am no king, but I follow in the king's path.

I will destroy all that I must to bring the king peace!

Boil over,

Wrath of the Planet!

Clarent Blood Arthur!"

As Mordred's power surged to terrifying heights, Beast, with his finely honed instincts, sensed the imminent danger. Though his senses weren't as sharp as Logan's, they were enough to alert him. He turned to his team, his voice a steady anchor in the chaos. "Hold your ground!" he shouted, his tone commanding and urgent.

With those words, a cataclysmic wave of energy erupted from the sword, tearing across the battlefield and aiming towards the flying fortress on the sky. The ground shook as if in fear of the power unleashed by the Knight of Treachery.

It releases a massive straight line of crimson lightning from the tip of her sword, a surging wave with the simple purpose of destruction, destroying all in its path. All of the metal structures that Magneto sent toward her were immediately evaporated by the crimson beam.

"Wha-" Magneto's shock was palpable. Distracted by the malfunction in his machine, he was too slow to react to the approaching beam of destruction. His eyes widened in horror as he realized the magnitude of what was coming.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm, supercharged by the Command Spell and the flood of magical energy I had provided, finally made contact with Magneto's colossal metal stadium. The impact was cataclysmic. The beam swallowed the massive structure whole, consuming it in a blinding flash of crimson light. The sheer force of the collision sent shockwaves through the air, splitting the sky and tearing the clouds asunder.

The explosion of light was so intense it illuminated the entire upper bay of New York, casting an eerie red glow over the city. Those watching the battle unfold from a distance or on live streams were momentarily blinded by the brilliant display.

Boom!

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