Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

"It's too late!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's pupils suddenly shrank, and the shadow of the skeleton dragon had covered the entire sky.

Without hesitation, Mash raised her shield, instantly expanding her magic barrier to its limit. Gawain's Sun Sword ignited with blazing white flames, while Mordred's Radiant King Sword was swirled with crimson lightning. Both leaped up simultaneously, their swords clashing as they slashed at the giant skeleton dragon.

however--

"boom--!"

The skeletal dragon's tailbone swept across, shattering Gawain and Mordred's attacks with a single blow. The aftermath shook Mash's barrier violently. The next moment, the dragon's skull suddenly dropped, and a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp burned in its eye sockets, as if in endless mockery.

"Crack——!"

The sound of the barrier shattering could be clearly heard.

“Oh no…!” Mashu gritted her teeth, but her magic power had already run out.

Just as the giant skeleton dragon's sharp teeth were about to devour everyone—

"—!"

Eri's dragon script echoed once more, and the realm of Judgment suddenly unfolded. Countless invisible blades sliced ​​through the skeleton dragon's body, sending pale bone fragments flying like snow. The skeleton dragon let out a silent roar and moved slightly.

Yuan Zhisheng seized the opportunity, and the Spider Cut, wrapped in scorching flames, slashed at the dragon's cervical vertebrae!

"Crack——!"

The sound of bones cracking was heard, but Yuan Zhisheng's expression became even more solemn.

——Can’t be cut off!

The strength of this giant skeleton dragon was far beyond imagination. Even the combined power of Judgment and Spider Cutter could only barely inflict minor damage. Even more terrifying, the shattered bones quickly reassembled upon landing, transforming into a new Deadpool!

"How can we fight this...!" Mordred spat, and the red thunder erupted again, blasting back the group of Deadpools that were rushing towards him.

Gawain looked up at the sky. The Black Emperor's wings were still spread out, as if he was admiring this desperate struggle.

"He is consuming us." Gawain whispered, "These monsters are endless, and our physical strength and magic power will eventually run out."

"Tsk, she really has the grace of a queen mother!"

Mordred looked at the black dragon in the sky, cursing Morgan's despicableness for using such un-chivalrous tactics to fight against them - but at the same time, her face showed a very happy smile that came from the heart.

【Mordred Pendragon】.

This child, who was raised by the witch Morgan since childhood, inherited her mother's madness while perfectly abandoning the witch's dark personality - she is the kind of brainless optimist, as if no setbacks in the world can make her feel depressed.

——Of course, except when the Knight King denied her possession of the "King's Talent".

But now is obviously not the time to consider these issues... Or perhaps, "If only the king were here" is the common wish of these knights at this moment.

"If the king were here, he would definitely find a way."

Although no one said this out loud, it was indeed the common insistence of the knights.

And it was precisely because of this persistence that these knights never thought of giving up even in extremely difficult situations - because they truly felt from the bottom of their hearts that under the leadership of the king, they would definitely win the final victory.

Even when the king wins, they may no longer be in this world.

"But then again."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Mordred looked towards Mash.

That was not the "companion" she was familiar with.

But at this moment, the role she played was undoubtedly that of the pure knight standing at the seat of disaster.

——This is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is the treasure in her hand, the large snowflake shield made based on the round table.

The round table is here!

More than half of the Knights of the Round Table are here too!

what does this mean?

Mordred suddenly became excited.

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However, seeing Mordred's increasingly presumptuous gaze, Gawain instantly became alert.

——He knows this naughty kid too well.

If the black dragon in the sky is a "terrible enemy", then this naughty kid is a "terrible teammate" - you can use your strength to defend against a terrible enemy, but facing this teammate who may cause trouble for you at any time, he really has no way to deal with it.

"What are you thinking?"

Gawain asked in an uncertain voice - in fact, the moment Mordred looked at Matthew, he had probably guessed what the naughty boy was thinking.

However, precisely because he guessed it, he couldn't believe it - this naughty kid actually dared to think of such a thing.

"Why don't you dare?"

The expression on Mordred's face was quite calm.

"Round Table Decision."

She said she would launch a roundtable discussion.

"what?"

"Mordred, are you crazy?"

"That's something only a king can..."

Gareth held the gun and looked at the suddenly crazy kid in front of her with a rather unfriendly look - in her eyes, Mordred at this moment was even more dangerous than those endless monsters.

Of course, this is indeed the case.

Because at this moment, the [Mordred Pendragon] standing here is no longer the Mordred who is the [Rebellious Knight].

But -

"Did you forget it?"

"Oh, yes, you were already dead by then."

"But it doesn't matter. It's not too late to know now."

"I am a king too!"

Mordred held the fallen sword of kingship in his hand, but the smile on his face was brighter than the sun.

Chapter 286: A Gorgeous Rebellion Against the Dignified Queen Mother

This is a fact that no Knight of the Round Table will admit.

——But it is indeed a fact.

It happened in the land called Britain and was the final chapter of that romantic era.

A ridiculous and ironic chapter.

"His Majesty Mordred, the rebellious king of Camelot, hereby announces the resolution of the Round Table!"

Mordred's voice pierced the battlefield, and crimson lightning shot up from the blade. Gawain's face changed drastically, and the flames of the holy sword flowed uncontrollably towards the radiant king sword—like a replay of the rebellion on Camlan Hill a thousand years ago.

"How dare you...!" Gareth's spear ignited with a blue flame, but the moment it thrust out, it was deflected by the invisible barrier. Mash's snowflake shield trembled violently, and the shadow of a round table appeared on the shield, and the twelve inscriptions began to light up one by one.

"Tsk, what a nuisance." Gareth gripped her spear tightly, a cyan flame dancing on its tip. She felt an unprecedented level of hostility towards Mordred—but ultimately, she didn't attack.

——That’s because she knew better than anyone the iron rule that “once a Round Table decision begins, no knight may draw his sword against his comrades before the decision is completed.”

And Mordred was laughing wildly.

"Ha! Look at your faces!" Mordred sat at the center of the round table, legs crossed. The Radiant King's Sword rested on her shoulder. Scarlet lightning flashed around her, like the embodiment of some manic royal power. Her smile was bold and unbridled, as if this absurd round table meeting was just a game for her.

"Lord Gawain, Lord Gareth, and—" She tilted her head to look at Mash, her grin widening. "This new Knight of the Round Table, you should all be familiar with it, right? The rules of the Round Table—as long as more than half of the knights are present, a decision is valid."

"Mordred!" Gawain's voice was low and subdued, as if he was forcibly suppressing a certain rage. "The Round Table Decision is no joke! Only the King can—"

"—to what?" Mordred sneered, interrupting him. "To convene a meeting? To command the knights? To decide the outcome of the battle?" She stood up suddenly, the tip of her sword pointed directly at Gawain. "But my father is not here now! And I am the only one—"

Her voice suddenly lowered, with an almost morbid obsession.

"—someone who has actually worn the crown."

The air froze for a moment.

Gawain's pupils shrank slightly. He certainly remembered that when King Arthur was on an expedition to Rome, Modred, who was stationed at the rear, led some princes who were dissatisfied with the king's rule and launched a rebellion. He even managed to seize the throne and even forcibly took the princess.

That was a very shameful thing, enough to nail the entire Knights of the Round Table to the pillar of shame.

But Mordred didn't care.

The Round Table Resolution doesn't care about this at all.

Because she was indeed once recognized as "King".

Even if it's just for a moment.

Even if it's just rebellion.

——But the rules of the round table never distinguish between "orthodoxy" and "rebellion".

It only looks at the results.

Look at the results of the resolution and obey the results of the resolution.

As for what this result will bring...it depends on what resolution King Mordred will propose and what vote the Knights of the Round Table will make.

"Now then."

"I, Mordred Pendragon, declare as king—"

"Round table resolution, begin."

"clang--"

As Mordred declared, Gawain's Sun Sword plunged deeply into the ground, its blade humming continuously, as if resisting some undeniable will. His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and a mixture of anger and helplessness burned in his golden eyes.

Gareth's spear slammed into the ground, a burst of blue flames and a shower of debris. Her expression was terrifyingly gloomy, but she ultimately made no further move. Because she, more than anyone else, adhered to the rules of the Round Table, the ironclad laws established by the King to uphold them.

Mash stood silently by, the inscriptions on the Snowflake Shield now all illuminated. She wasn't a true Knight of the Round Table, but at this moment, she had become a witness to this resolution—even a participant. The shield trembled, as if answering some ancient call.

"Now we will begin the roundtable vote."

"My proposal is simple - fuck her!"

Rather rude words came out of Mordred's mouth.

Those weren't words a knight should speak at all.

But these are indeed words that can come out of Mordred's mouth.

In addition to this, the more important point is that at this moment, the identity of the black dragon in the sky did indeed touch Mordred's HIGH.

First of all, there is no doubt that the black dragon is the emperor and the king.

It was once the ruler of this world, and its soul has been reincarnated, but the resentment that resided in that body has been preserved intact - in fact, it is more powerful and terrifying than ever before.

At the same time, in addition to the identity of "Emperor", it has a more special identity for Mordred.

【Mother】.

This is also beyond doubt.

Although Modred didn't know why her gloomy mother did such a thankless task...but the mere thought of having a fair chance to beat Morgan was enough to make this "son of rebellion" so excited that he didn't want to think about anything else.

"I will launch a magnificent rebellion against the king and my mother!"

"My Lords, let's begin the voting!"

——Mordred rubbed his hands in preparation, waiting for the outcome that had already been predetermined.

The other Knights of the Round Table looked at each other helplessly—they knew this was absolutely wrong, that Mordred was using the guise of "suppressing the enemy" to achieve his own personal goals. 3.1 But... considering the current situation, this was indeed the best approach.

"I agree."

The most silent Aguwenqing spoke first.

This man, whose ultimate goal is the continuation of Britain, has never been the kind of person who cares about "procedural justice".