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Staring at the battlefield, Lion Jie knew clearly that Mordred's fighting style was very barbaric. The swordsmanship that the knights were proud of was as fragile as a dead branch in front of her.

It was like letting his instincts drive him, but it was the most appropriate and efficient way of killing. The morale of the soldiers following him was also very high. It was a melody that spoke of human instinct. The footsteps that stepped forward made a magnificent sound like a huge drum.

——A natural disaster like a tornado.

Her power is unquestionable and true, and her power contains a little bit of madness. But on the battlefield, this madness is the most praiseworthy existence.

As strong as a monster, she swept away the enemy like a storm. The soldiers followed her like crazy.

——Where can this frantic warrior go? I really want to witness all this.

The fanatical belief in this 'new king', in the final analysis, is the motivation of the soldiers. However, no matter how high their morale is, their strength is still limited. The number of soldiers decreased one after another, and one hundred and one thousand people were annihilated one after another.

Mordred will never look back, as long as after victory, the number of soldiers - no, the number of people will naturally increase. It seemed to her that this was the case.

Under the beast-like sword power, the corpses of the soldiers piled up like mountains, but Mordred didn't pay attention to these at all. All she cared about was her father, King Arthur.

"Where is King Arthur!! Where is the King of Knights!!"

The roars of the rebellious knights echoed on the hills of Kamlan for a long time.

Thus, the Holy Knight King appeared as he wished.

Chapter 443 King Arthur and Mordred passing by

Chapter 444 King Arthur and Mordred passing by

King Arthur appeared in front of Mordred, who was resting with his sword instead of his staff.

His expression remained calm and consistent, without any pity or hatred. Looking at that emotionless face, Mordred became visibly anxious.

On the battlefield where no one had been lost, Mordred opened his arms and let his passion drive him to roar loudly:

"How! How, King Arthur! Your country is destroyed! It will be destroyed soon! I finally defeated you - and now, everything has been destroyed!"

The king, who had a face very similar to Mordred's and looked like a teenager, silently endured her words. Facing Mordred's angry shouts, he remained unmoved and did not even respond to the other party's words. He mechanically raised his sword.

To Mordred, this was the most unbearable response. With a roar, the rebellious knight swung his sword and slashed down.

King Arthur responded with his sword, and sparks scattered from the two holy swords. They are fighting for victory, but the result will not change. As Mordred said, no matter who wins, the nation will quickly perish.

"You should have known it would be like this from the beginning! You knew it from the beginning! As long as you give up the throne to me, this result will not happen...!"

The momentum of Mordred's sword did not slow down at all, she roared with rage, joy and indescribable emotions.

Mordred, who was born as an illegitimate child, admired his father, but was rejected and his existence was denied - in the end, the two fought on the battlefield.

——I hate you so much, I hate you so much! It’s so hateful, you perfect king! It’s so hateful that you refuse to acknowledge my existence! Obviously as long as I can be your shadow, I will be very satisfied, but you have never looked back at me!

—So this is a fitting punishment, King Arthur. I'm going to destroy everything about you, this guy, and everything about you!

"Hate?! Hate me?! Hate me, the child of the curse?! Answer me...answer me, King Arthur!"

Finally, King Arthur responded to the cry, and in a voice that could not reveal any emotion, the king made a declaration.

"Because you don't have the qualities to be a king.

The extremely indifferent answer simply understood Mordred's actions and mercilessly characterized her as not worthy of a king.

Following those decisive words, the Holy Spear Rungomyniad pierced Mordred’s chest.

No matter how hard the steel is, it is meaningless in front of this gun. Mordred's helmet cracked, revealing the familiar girl's face.

Although blood was still dripping from his lips, Mordred still stretched out his hand to King Arthur in front of him.

Father, the King."

Turning a blind eye to the girl's dying movements, King Arthur turned and left wordlessly after realizing that he had won the battle.

After this, King Arthur, led by the knight Bedivere, threw the sword back into the lake. There are legends that King Arthur died there, and there are also legends that King Arthur went to Avalon to heal his wounds.

The legend of King Arthur ends here.

The lion didn't even look at King Arthur as he left, but instead stared at the collapsed Mordred. Then, he sighed deeply.

Damn, what an uncomfortable dream. "

This dream is so real, so vivid that you can even smell the smell of blood. Mordred's eyes had completely lost their luster, and he was like an empty shell without a soul, sitting on the ground with a blank look on his face.

That's right, both then and now, the real Mordred is already a corpse, a corpse that will eventually rot and be eaten by insects and ants.

King Arthur became a legend, and Mordred became the knight who sullied his legend.

Her passion and her deepest desire could not remain anywhere, they just dissipated in the wind. Until the end, even her own relatives did not show any favor to her.

Alas, the creature I summoned is really troublesome."

Shizijie thought that there must be a limit to the similarities between the two. After all, they were just heroic spirits from another world. Although the spiritual connection between the two was important, it would be another matter if the entanglement was too deep, because as long as the Holy Grail was obtained, the relationship between the two would end.

In other words, even if Lion Tribulation wants to change something, he is powerless.

Therefore, this was simply a dream that was intentionally unpleasant. For Shizi Jie, nothing is more unpleasant to him than the theme of "children seeking their father's love."

While waiting to wake up, Lion Jie sat down beside Mordred's body. Then, he just looked at the country that was perishing and the people that were collapsing with indifference.

No matter which era or country we are in, there is no difference in the final situation——

After dawn, the first thing that the unhappy Lion Jie said to Hong was:

"Really? Please don't let me have such a weird dream."

I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, but is it my fault?”

Hearing this unreasonable complaint, Xiao Mo, who was playing with the cat, opened his eyes in surprise.

The two did not stay in the underground cemetery in Tolifas, but spent the night in a small hotel in Sighisoara. Just in case, I still gave him a hint and stayed in a room opened by someone else.

It is said that in a certain Holy Grail War, someone blew up the entire hotel building in order to kill his opponent, causing immeasurable destruction and losses. Therefore, it is always better to be cautious.

"So, why do you want us to come here?"

"Because of the priest's order, according to the young man I met in the church, a servant from the red side appeared here."

The weather was clear and crisp in autumn, and the two people who seemed out of place in the open-air cafe were drinking afternoon tea. Xiao Mo looked at the ancient buildings that were exactly the same as in his previous life, and turned away with an unhappy look on his face, while Shi Zijie was silently reading the map in the local newspaper to learn about the information here.

"Damn it... This boring place really makes me feel uncomfortable. It's exactly the same as my time!" Mordred was bored and could only find fun in the wild cats on the roadside. He chased them with agility that was no less than that of a cat and made threatening expressions with malicious intent, just like a big cat.

"In this case, I won't give up until I have a good fight with the enemy servants!"

"Cheer up, if the priest's information is correct, the black servants have already arrived here. Once night falls, they will start fighting and killing each other, right?"

"Oh!" Mordred became excited and clinked his fists. "I'm really looking forward to it. Who will be my enemy in my first servant battle?"

Xiao Mo, who was shouting so excitedly, did not notice a group of four people crossing the street. Among them, a slender figure in a black robe raised his head and glanced at her quietly.

"What's wrong, my king?" After disguising himself, the young man, whose face seemed ordinary but whose temperament and demeanor were different from ordinary people, smiled, "How do you feel when you see your child?"

"Please correct your words, Qing Shuo Yue." Arturia withdrew her eyes and hid her expression under her black robe, "Sir Mordred is a Knight of the Round Table, but that's all."

It's exactly the same as what the Chaldean said...Sakutsuki sighed inwardly, and beside them, Sixth Director Lingxia, who was holding the silver-haired little girl, smiled and said, "Is that Miss Altria's child? They look really similar."

"Lingxia!" Artoria was a little dissatisfied. She was about to say something, but suddenly she bumped into Shuo Yue's back.

The replica projected by the New Moon: Hades' cloak, although it concealed her appearance, also restricted her vision. In pain, Daimao covered his nose and looked at the young man who stopped walking with grievance.

Lord Shuoyue, why did you suddenly stop? "

"Here." Shuoyue nodded towards a shop on the roadside. Following his gaze, she saw a small mask stall.

"Although we have the mission to subdue Mordred today, we still have plenty of time to rest before nightfall."

Having said that, Shuoyue looked at Daimao hidden under the black robe and smiled slightly.

"I can't let you be so secretive all the time that you can't even enjoy your rest."

Without giving Artoria time to retort, Shuo Yue stepped forward, communicated with the merchant for a while, bought a little lion mask, and gave it to Dai Mao.

It has been mentioned more than once in "Fantasy Carnival" and other series that Altori had raised a lion cub before, and has cared about lions ever since, believing that it is a symbol of strength.

"Um..." However, facing Shuoyue's overly frank actions, Artoria became shy instead, "Um, Lord Shuoyue, are you mistaken? I am the king, how can I wear such a cute, no, such a childish mask... right?"

It's a pity that the person in front of her is not Shuoyue himself, but Shuoyue who appears in assassin mode.

"That's it." Shuo Yue responded noncommittally, stretched out her hand and took off Artoria's cloak.

The dull hair that had been suppressed for too long was raised high, and the blond hair was spread out. Arturia's beautiful face could not hide the surprise.

"Shuo Yueqing?!"

"King, it's better not to speak now." Shuo Yue spoke while Shi Shiran got close to Artoria, personally put the little lion mask on her face and tied the rope for her, "You don't want to be raped by Maud either. Did Red hear that?"

"You obviously want me to subdue her..." Artoria said sullenly, while Shuoyue smiled without saying anything. After putting on the mask, he took a step back, looked at Artoria's current appearance, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, this way you don't have to worry about being exposed."

Sixth Director Lingxia couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at the man and woman who were clearly addressing each other as king and knight but were still unconsciously showing intimacy.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Little Jack didn't understand love. She blinked her innocent big eyes and watched the interaction between the two 'moms'.

"It's nothing, I just find it interesting."

The woman who was used as a living sacrifice and hovered on the brink of death actually walked with many heroes one day, admired their interactions that were no different from ordinary people, and even gained such a lovely daughter...

Being alive is really wonderful.

Sixth Director Reika continued to move forward with gratitude, and after a brief moment of embarrassment, Altria gradually began to enjoy the joy of shopping.

After staying in the sea of ​​uniform flowers in Avalon for an unknown amount of time, I finally returned to the bustling streets, not to mention that shopping is one of the sources of happiness for women. For Artoria, such an experience is quite rare and precious.

"Shuo Yueqing, I found that masks are really useful!"

"Oh?"

"As long as you put it on, no one knows where you're looking!"

As if she had learned some profound truth, Altria excitedly shared her experience.

"Really?" Shuo Yue smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, the four of them happened to pass by a food stall, and Daimao, who was wearing a little lion mask, suddenly stopped...

My king, do you really think I don’t know where you are looking?

The character in this picture comes from the Servant.

Chapter 444 In Tulifas

Chapter 445 In Tulifas

Ornate churches, ancient wooden staircases, secluded towers and well-preserved medieval castles, with thick walls protecting colorful cottages.

Strolling on the cobblestone streets, gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses walk freely, ladies in Victorian hats stop in front of the windows, a mellow British accent comes from the telephone booth, and maple leaves fall like rain, dyeing the puddles on the ground red.

Stand in contemplation at the underground cafe of the 13th-century bell tower, or climb up the wooden stairs to the black and white tower to admire the sunset and the golden edges of the uneven eaves in the distance.

For Shuoyue and Lingxia, this was a perfect afternoon to experience history and appreciate the beautiful scenery.

For Altria and Little Jack, it was a precious time to look back on the past and enjoy the company of their Masters.

It's a pity that happy times are always so short. As the sunlight has been hidden for a long time and gradually turned into a deep sunset, the residents of Sighişoara have returned home. Even if they have not been exposed to mystery, their instincts make them understand that the night world does not belong to them.

"Mom, it's almost night." Little Jack was as cheerful as a little bird, running on the street with his arms open. Suddenly he turned around and looked at the sixth director Lingxia, "Is it time to start the killing part?"

There were still a few pedestrians on the street at this moment. After hearing the child say such naive yet cruel words, they all showed an expression of disbelief, looked at the three people behind little Jack, then lowered their heads and quickened their pace to leave.

Lingxia and Altria were both stunned for a moment, only Shuoyue seemed unaware. He walked up to her with a smile and pinched the girl's cheek.

"That's not the case tonight. Tonight is when Altria meets her child, just like you and Reika's mother."

In the same way, he revealed murderous intent at the beginning, just like Lingxia would be ripped open by little Jack if she gave the slightest question, so would Mordred not hesitate to raise his sword and attack her beloved father, right?

But Shuoyue believes that Altria and Mordred will eventually resolve their past grievances and become the closest father and son (mother and daughter) just like Lingxia and little Jack.

After all, who made the Knights of the Round Table such hopeless king chefs?

"Hmm." Jack didn't understand Shuoyue's words, but that didn't stop her from responding to the action. The girl rubbed the young man's palm affectionately with the attachment unique to an abandoned person.

Looking at the obviously abnormal little Jack, Altria thought for a while and couldn't help but ask: "Lord Shuoyue, what should we do with little Jack's current condition? Can it be improved?"

"Ms. Altria, is there something wrong with little Jack?" Lingxia was surprised, and Shuoyue paused for a moment, then spoke after thinking:

"I can only say that it is difficult. The income and return are totally disproportionate. After all, the concept of 'aggregate of vengeful spirits' is Little Jack himself. If you want to modify this concept, it is tantamount to challenging the entire Throne of Heroes and the entire realm record belt."

Sixth Director Lingxia was silent. It was obvious that little Jack was different from normal children, and she, who lived with him day and night, could not pretend to ignore it.