I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 268 A Gorgeous Curtain Call

Outside the imperial capital, Arthur once led the Royal Celtic Knights to counterattack the West French Empire on the battlefield.

Arthur rode his horse and stopped on a hill, looking at the distant forest and the imperial capital of Britannia.

In the past, he faced the invading army of West France on this battlefield, and the people of Britannia stood behind him.

But at this moment, in front of him are people from all over Britannia.

Some wore military uniforms and some wore civilian clothes. There were all kinds of weapons in their hands, including rolling pins, pitchforks, hoes and sickles.

But it was such an army with uneven qualities that defeated the powerful army of this huge empire.

Of course, there may also be reasons why the army's fighting spirit is not high. All soldiers in the army except for officers are basically from the bottom of society, and they cannot attack their relatives and friends.

Britannia followed Beichen to complete the first industrial revolution in a short period of time, but more serious environmental pollution followed.

The imperial capital was particularly serious, the sky was gray, like a shroud stained with kerosene, and the surrounding mountains and forests were also shrouded in mist.
Mordred stood in front of those people. Compared to the first time Shaar saw him, he was much more mature, with half-length hair loosely scattered.

He is not locked in age, but because the genes are there, he looks about the same age as Arthur.

He looked at Arthur on horseback in the distance.

He has never been so close to the legendary emperor.

Also as his teacher said, the years have never left any traces on his face.

But Britannia doesn't need such an immortal holy king.

Everyone has had heroic fantasies, and Mordred is no surprise.

He once worshiped the great emperor in front of him.

But since he was taken by his teacher to see the slums, he saw those poor people living without dignity in the narrow and dirty alleys.
I have seen the workers in those black factories, whose bodies were only left with ribs, covered with dirty kerosene, carrying loads that were several times heavier than themselves, and when they worked like livestock, they would not look at each other. There is nothing to be in awe of the great emperor.

His grandfather died because of the great emperor in front of him, so he also has a deep blood feud with himself.

In order to get to the great emperor, he had already lost too much.

His teacher Uther, his comrades-in-arms, comrades, and those soldiers who were truly loyal to this country and had to become their enemies.

They were all corpses.

The blood stained the yellow sand, leading to the emperor's throne...

He knows what he is carrying now, so he won't hesitate...

He silently pulled out the long sword at his waist. This sword is very different from ordinary swords. The geometric blue lines on the body of the sword exude a faint gleam, and the sword grid is also extraordinarily wide and bloated, as if loaded with something. device.

"Emperor of Britannia!" Mordred shouted to Arthur who was not far away, "If you still love the people as you did decades ago.

If you are half as wise as the legend.

Get off your horse right now and have a fair showdown with me!
Determine the future of this country with the least casualties! "

Behind Arthur, the head of the Celtic Knights came over and stood beside him.

"Your Majesty, we don't have to obey them, just this group"

"Woda, you have been with me for six years, right?" Arthur interrupted.

Voda nodded.

"Then you should know what the philosophy of the Celtic Knights is."

Arthur silently pulled out the legendary holy sword from his waist.

"The Knights will not lay a knife on any Britannian people."

"But they are no longer the people, they are rebels!" Woda couldn't help but said.

"No"

Arthur quietly watched the angry faces of the people.

"they are."

"If I am defeated, let the Knights lay down their weapons and recognize the legitimacy of this regime."

"His Majesty!"

"That's my order," said Arthur.

As he said that, he turned over and stepped on the horse, and jumped towards the hill not far away in a flexible posture.

Woda hadn't reacted from his words yet, but as Arthur jumped towards the hill, he seemed to realize something, and a little bit of disbelief gradually appeared in his eyes.

Mordred rushed over with his sword without any hesitation, and his physical fitness was also astonishingly strong, galloping like a cannonball!

"Chong!"

As the swords clashed, the turbulent air waves spread around.

Mordred has Arthur's blood, so his strength is almost equal to Arthur's.

They are fighting against each other.

There was also a mocking smile on Arthur's face.

"To be able to kill all the way to Yu's, I have to say, you do have some abilities.

but"

he sneered.

"Don't you think that a group of rabble can overthrow Yu's empire?"

"mob?"

Mordred gritted his teeth, bounced Arthur away, sparks shot out, and he looked at Arthur with an angry face.

"These are your people!

The moment your people choose to rebel against you, you have no basis for ruling! "

"It's just a cleaning." Arthur said disdainfully.

Rage burned from Mordred's chest, as if to spit from his throat.He sneered, suppressing his anger.

"The so-called holy king is just like those nobles!
In order to maintain your rule, the people are nothing but abandoned shoes to you.

Arthur!Your hypocritical disguise is finally torn off!
You won't have this chance anymore, you evil dragon entrenched over this country will eventually be slashed by my sword! "

The wheel on the grid of his sword began to spin automatically, glowing blue, and he roared and rushed towards Arthur again.

This time, their blade strikes were no longer even, and the power bonus from Tony's power sword made each of his swings stronger.

Arthur wanted to use skills to break through the defense, but Mordred saw through his movements. The sword in his hand was loaded with Tony's neuron technology, which could assist the master to react.

The speed at which the two swung their swords was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, but the air waves and sword energy generated by the clash of the blades spread to the surroundings, hitting sand and stones and flying randomly.

The air wave even hit the group of rebels. There was a little horror in their eyes. It was the most terrifying battle they had ever seen in their lives.

Perhaps even a salvo of naval guns could not compare to such a scene.

Suddenly, Arthur seemed to have discovered a weakness, and stepped out with a sudden step, piercing Mordred's heart.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Mordred's breathing also stagnated, and the fear of death enveloped his body instantly.

However, the wheel on the sword in his hand was also turning faster and faster at this moment, and finally reached a certain critical point.

At this moment, in Mordred's eyes, everything seemed to slow down a little.

He reacted quickly, leaning sideways to avoid the sword and at the same time slashed at the holy sword with his backhand.

"clang!!"

With the sound of heavy metal strikes, the holy sword was bounced away by him, and Arthur lost his balance because of this, and his chest was directly exposed in front of him.

Without any hesitation, Mordred stepped forward, betting all his strength and thrusting towards his chest.

A layer of magical defense appeared on Arthur's body, and a layer of magical brilliance appeared on Mordred's sword, moving forward unswervingly, piercing through the emperor's body bit by bit!

This nameless blade pierced the emperor's body!
But at this moment, this sword will no longer be nameless...

With the spurting blood, the light in Arthur's eyes gradually dimmed.

Mordred's heart was also filled with joy.

this moment,
Time seemed to stand still.

People stared blankly at the blood flowing from the chest of the legendary great emperor, and an indescribable feeling surged in their hearts.

Before that, they actually still maintained awe and fear for Arthur, because his past reputation and legends were spread too widely.

But at this moment, everyone seems to be aware of one thing.

The so-called supreme, holy, and invincible holy king is actually a human being, who can bleed and die.

Numerous images flashed through many people's minds.

It was standing on the buildings in the slums, looking at the lights and prosperity of the aristocratic districts, the occasional leftover cakes thrown from the carriages of the aristocratic carriages passing by, and the children looking at the slums like Hungry dogs snatch that half of the cake like a tease.

At that time, most people's minds were only numb and disapproving. They didn't think it was a big deal, and even took it for granted.

Because the nobles were too powerful, and the emperor who empowered the nobles was too powerful, no one dared to resist.

But at this moment, people suddenly realized something in their minds:
Oh, so...we should be angry.

They are reminded of what they should have had but disappeared.

That thing is called dignity
Mordred pushed the blade in, and more blood flowed out, almost staining half of Arthur's chest red.

Arthur took a few steps back inconceivably, and supported his figure with the blade of his sword. His energy was rapidly weakening, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you wondering why your Avalon scabbard doesn't protect you?" Mordred said with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "There is a spell cast by my mentor on my sword, he will cut Your connection with the scabbard."

"If he hadn't passed away, he would be the most intelligent person in the world, and he would be more suitable than you to lead the people of this country."

He looked at Arthur, carefully scrutinized his expression, and wanted to see what the legendary emperor would look like after he came to his end.

But to his surprise, his face was extremely calm.

"You're going to die."

Mordred had a victorious smile on his face.

"Why don't you get angry and cry?"

The divine light in Arthur's eyes receded little by little, and the majesty and sanctity of the past gradually dissipated. He was aging at an alarming rate.

But this time, it was no longer a disguise.

His orange-red hair turned gray, and there were many wrinkles on his face, and there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

And Mordred finally saw something familiar in him.

That was his mentor.

The boy's pupils shrank violently at that moment.

"Impossible!"

He took a step back in disbelief, and he gritted his teeth: "Stop playing tricks on me, Emperor!"

His face was full of anger, but the roar that was about to blurt out turned into a trembling whimper the next moment.

"How could you be"

"Don't cry, Mordred."

Arthur spoke calmly in a voice that he and Mordred could hear.

A familiar tone rang in his ears. This name was given by his mentor, and no one knew it except him.

So without a doubt, it would just be him.

Mordred's eyes turned red instantly, and his heart seemed to be twisted by an unknown force at this moment.

Vivienne threw him to Arthur shortly after giving birth to him. For him without fatherly and motherly love, his mentor is equivalent to his father.

Countless emotions emerged in his heart, doubts, astonishment and regret, easily destroying the defense line in his heart that he thought was already indestructible...

"Hold back your tears, as I said, a man can cry, but don't let anyone see him."

Arthur half-closed his eyes, unable to describe the tired look on his face.

"Don't come near me and don't call my name.

To keep playing this scene well is the greatest reward for me. "

Mordred choked back his tears, he clenched his fist tightly, he had realized something at this moment.

"Cough cough."

Arthur spit out a mouthful of blood again, staining his chest red. His figure shook a little, but he finally stood still.

"I have imagined my ending countless times, whether to hold the holy sword and become the emperor of this country, or to abandon the holy sword and grow old slowly.

The former is not what I want, and there is no benefit to an absolute dictator continuing to rule the country.

And the latter.
I have seen too many friends who are old, can't control their shit, and die on the bed without dignity.

That's not the ending I wanted. "

The tiredness in his eyes grew heavier.

"Really, a long life."

"Mordred Britannia, pass on the name, son.

Take over my burden, establish a truly equal country, and let the nobility be completely extinct in this country.

Let the people no longer be anyone's lambs, truly stand up and live with dignity.

I will take away all the rot in this country. "

He stretched out his hand, grasped the hilt of the sword blade stuck in his chest, and pulled it out slowly, blood gushed out like a spring.

Just like the oath he made to Xia when he was young, although he didn't change the world, at least he will completely change the country.

All his visions and expectations have been fulfilled, and he has no regrets in this life.

He slowly closed his eyes as if taking a nap in the afternoon.

"I am sleepy
Good night, Mordred."

A ray of sunlight tore through the sky like a shroud, and swayed on the body of the holy king.

He held the holy sword in both hands, even though his life was going to the end, he still didn't fall down, but stood on the hill with his head held high.

Standing on the land of Britannia.

Once upon a time, his spine was Britannia's spine.

But now, the country no longer needs him to support it.

He will be buried in history with a corrupt system, and as the last emperor of the empire, he will take away all the aftermath of decay.
Everyone was looking at the holy king on the hill in a daze, and unimaginably complicated emotions surged in their hearts
On the hillside on the side of the battlefield, Hei Lang's eyes were full of tears at the moment.

He couldn't control his emotions anymore, but the corners of his mouth trembled and slowly grinned, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness and let out a murmur.

"Best friend"

"What a gorgeous curtain call."

(End of this chapter)