Zongman: Picked up Medea at the beginning

"He is a sage within and a king without. He uses his sage within to attract those who are frightened by his kingly way, and then uses his king without to intimidate those who are favored by him... This man has mastered this method to perfection, so no matter what the purpose is, he will protect you companions."

"So he specifically asked me to come with you to steal the Holy Grail, and then I accidentally found Mordred here... Just like what you just thought, how could there be such a coincidence~"

Bazett's eyes widened when he heard Merry say that.

"You mean..."

"Correct."

Bazette only gave the beginning of the statement, and Mary confirmed it.

"Although I was a little unwilling, that man really saw through my thoughts and understood me in a very short time. He knew that I would do this for fun or to see something more brilliant, and he guided things in that direction."

Speaking of this, Mary also sighed.

"That's a really smart move. They know that a rigid plan can never take all the variables into account, so they put people who can deal with variables in positions where variables will occur, and then use people with tendencies to guide the occurrence of variables..."

When Mary said this, she saw that Bazette no longer cared about what she said after he learned that this was Roland's plan, so she shook her head and swallowed back what she was about to say.

It was Bazette who brought up the topic in the first place, so if she's not interested, forget it.

Compared to this, now Merry is like Bazett - she is also more concerned about what will happen next between Mordred and Altria.

Mordred would never forget that armor.

The entire body is white, and it seems to emit holy light under the sun. The white hair, like the mane of an adult lion, extends backward from the helmet, and it is so conspicuous on the battlefield.

Generally speaking, colors like white always disappear very quickly on the battlefield.

Either they would die because they were too conspicuous, or they would soon be stained with blood.

But that white figure is like the flag of Britain, like the sun that never sets, always maintaining its brilliance amidst the splashing blood.

For a moment, Mordred completely held his breath.

Her expression was uncertain, until the sound of approaching horse hooves woke her up, and she slowly uttered these words.

"...king."

Lion Jie Jieli, who had noticed that something was wrong with Mordred before, was planning to ask a question, but after hearing what Mordred said, he just shut up.

After all, after getting to know him over this period of time, he roughly knew what kind of guy Mordred was.

There is probably only one person in the whole world who can be called king by her.

In an instant, he understood the identity of the approaching knight, and then Lion Jiejie let out a long sigh.

"Do you need my help?"

He said this, and Mordred did not move his eyes, but just shook his head slightly.

“No need… I’m sorry, but this is my own business, so you stay away from me—well, the farther the better. It’s best to get out of the range of this barrier, because the next battle probably won’t be the small-scale fight like before.”

Hearing what Mordred said, Lion Jiejie was silent for a moment, but still nodded, turned and left.

If the enemy is just strong, then he will stay and fight to the death.

But if the enemy is King Arthur...

Then Mordred would never want to interfere in their duel.

He and Mordred were at most comrades-in-arms, and Lion Jie Li would not put himself in an indispensable position, so he just obediently gave up the battlefield to Mordred.

Altria noticed his departure and knew that he was Mordred's master, so she ignored him. Altria even used the God Group Communication to contact Bazette and asked her to tell Meli to let him leave.

She did all this silently, and just rode her horse slowly to a position some distance away from Mordred before stopping.

At this moment, she swung her hand, and the spear of light that she had thrown before gathered again in her hand, but the holy sword in her other hand was still not raised.

She knew that the moment she raised her sword, it was her signal that she was about to charge.

In that case, they would just end up in a fight.

Now they are on opposite sides again. If Mordred wants to seize the Holy Grail, then for Roland's plan, Altria will not show mercy.

But before that, Altria always felt that she should say something to the other party...

Whether it's reminiscing about the past or anything else.

She felt that her relationship with Mordred shouldn't be the kind that starts with a fight.

That's why she approached so slowly. She kept thinking during the process, but until the Horse of Light stopped, Altria still hadn't figured out what to say, so she just remained silent.

It was as if she was trying to delay the time, wanting the battle to break out as late as possible...

But she said nothing, and facing her cold full-armored helmet, Mordred grinned.

"Ha, it turned out to be a misunderstanding. I was really scared—"

Mordred's eyes first locked onto the helmet, but soon moved to the breastplate and other parts, then she frowned and let out a sigh.

"Hey, you guy..."

As he spoke, Mordred pointed the sword in his hand arrogantly at Altria on horseback, then glared at her and raised his voice.

"...Who allowed you to wear this armor!"

"Only that king can wear this armor. Even if you put it on and hold a similar sword, you are not her, and you can't scare me. It will only make me angry!"

Mordred's magic burst from her, and her helmet gradually appeared, covering her head, and then she raised her sword as well.

The lightning made of magic was draped over her body. As the helmet took shape, the scarlet light from her eyes, which were finally covered, carried infinite murderous intent and pressed directly towards Altria.

"Finally, I'll kindly tell you. Although I don't know how you disguised yourself, there is one thing wrong with your disguise!"

Mordred's voice became louder and louder. Even the thunder of magic could not suppress her angry roar, so she said this in her loudest voice so far:

"That King Arthur, Altria Pendragon—she has an extremely flat chest with no feminine features that you can't even imagine!"

The sound shook the heavens and the earth as the magic power spread.

The lion Jie Jieli, who had escaped from the illusion barrier long ago, did not hear it, but Bazette and Meli, who were in mid-air, heard it.

Bazett covered his mouth, but Mary couldn't even hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

With Altria's hearing, she clearly heard Meli's laughter, so she looked at the extremely crazy Mordred in front of her and let out a long breath - without any hesitation, she raised her holy sword directly!

There's nothing to hesitate about!

If you have anything to say, wait until after you give her a beating!

.....one..

169.Father and Son

Haa——!

Mordred rushed directly towards where Altria was, holding the sword in her hand very steadily. Combined with her magic power and the full body armor on her body, the combination of momentum and force could easily give people a sense of oppression.

But this feeling is useless to Altria.

Altria released the Armor of Glory and then directly ordered the Horse of Light to charge.

boom!

Before Mordred's momentum could reach its maximum, Artoria relied on the speed of the Horse of Light to crash into her in advance. The terrifying force spread out in the form of air waves, oppressing the entire sea of ​​​​grass.

Then, Mordred's forward momentum was interrupted by this blow, and the momentum that he had just accumulated was also interrupted.

At this time, Artoria turned around, and then used the Spear of Light as the main force, and directly used a repressive style of play to suppress Mordred, gradually reducing her crushed momentum.

During this process, Altria spoke.

"I only know that sooner or later I will get hurt and bleed, or even die on the way..."

Altria was halfway through her words when she saw Mordred step back a little and hold the sword sideways in a very strange movement. She then leaned over and smashed the sword down, directly knocking the sword that Mordred had just let go and seemed to be throwing at her back.

Then Artoria continued to shoot, and Mordred could only grab his sword awkwardly and continue to defend himself. Then Artoria continued to speak.

"...I know you're not convinced. You think you can stay calm while charging, and you think you can use this calmness to control your recklessness, but you can't do it."

"Because when you launched the charge recklessly, what you did was already very irrational. No matter how clever you tried to be after that, it was still reckless in the end."

"Couldn't you just stay calm at the beginning and look at the overall situation?"

“Too short-sighted!”

In fact, Altria felt a little regretful after the Battle of Camlan, so when she met Mordred this time, she wanted to say something nice, but she was provoked by this naughty boy Mordred, and then she talked while fighting, and the words became like this when they came to her lips.

What Artoria said was about Mordred's problem during the fight, but Artoria also knew that this was also the problem she was facing now.

But she has always been like this.

If you see a problem, point it out to the other party.

Especially Mordred

Altria actually values ​​Mordred very much, so if Mordred encounters any problem, she will point it out to her directly and ask her to correct it!

And the requirements for her are very high.

It's like Mordred's habit of mindless charging, which he will never change - for a normal knight, Altria would only tell him not to charge too far forward, but in fact she might even praise his bravery.

But Mordred can't do that!

Or in other words...the future king cannot be so reckless!

In her heart, Altria actually felt long ago that she was not fit to be the King of Britain. She was just a liar pretending to be the chosen king.

So she actually values, likes and looks forward to children like Mordred.

She needs a better self, a better, true, chosen king!

But Mordred disappointed her again and again...

It was like this then, and it is still like this now.

Mordred looked at Altria, who was suppressing her and beating her so hard that she didn't even have the ability to fight back. She became more and more angry.

Although she didn't know who the guy in front of her was who was playing her father, but...he acted so (British swear word) like him!

In Mordred's eyes, her father has always been like this. No matter how well she does, he will never recognize her!

To others, King Arthur should be the perfect king.

But the only difference is when treating her...

If other knights performed better, the king would definitely praise them. In a team of tens of thousands of people, even if you are just a soldier, you will be noticed by the king. This is why the morale of the troops led by King Arthur was always high.

For the King will be watching you.

But she is different.

Even if she did ten times better than the other knights, the king would just look at her coldly and point out her shortcomings!

Thinking of this, Mordred became angry.

what--!

Facing Altria's attack, she even gave up on defense, grabbed her sword with both hands, and swung it at the opponent with all her strength!

However, before she could find the best direction to exert force, her force point was smashed by the gun in the opponent's hand, making her desperate move completely ineffective and she could only fall into passive defense again.

It's always like this...

Perhaps it was because she was created by her mother using a spell.

It is the only stain on the perfect king, King Arthur...

That's why she doesn't like herself...

But...

She obviously works ten or even a hundred times harder than an average person!

She doesn't want much...

Father, when will you ever look me in the eye?

When will you praise me and acknowledge me once?

Just once...

I'm satisfied with just one time!

When Mordred thought of this, her defense was finally broken by the opponent.