Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Mordred looked at Frostmourne in his hand, and looked at the surrounding environment that had not changed at all, and fell into contemplation.

　　In this case, Frostmourne doesn't respond, and there are only two possibilities.

　　One is that the Christian was not buried here at all.

　　In theory, this is also the greatest possibility.

　　But Mordred rejected this speculation.

　　Because at this moment, he found a secret door in this room again.

　　On the secret door, there is also a series of inscriptions carved in Latin.

　　With the help of the system's translation function, Mordred successfully understood what this string of inscriptions meant.

　　[Do not disturb the sleeping dragon].

　　He didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence - but Mordred could see the word "sleep" clearly.

　　And it is for this reason that he can confirm that there must be someone buried in this place.

　　But why.

　　Why didn't this man answer Frostmourne's call?

　　Is it the quality of Frostmourne?

　　Mordred shook his head.

　　He could feel the state of this Frostmourne, and confirmed that its function has been in a normal operation, and there is absolutely nothing abnormal.

　　Then, thinking about this, Mordred probably has a general understanding of the situation in front of him.

　　"That is to say..."

　　Mordred raised his head and looked at the door in front of him, with a wry smile on his face:

　　"The one sleeping here...is a true saint?"

　　"Or, the people who used to live here... Actually, they didn't really die, they just fell asleep and survived until now?"

　　Thinking of this, Mordred shook his head helplessly.

　　He didn't know which of the two situations was worse.

　　However, at this moment, he really has no choice——

　　"I don't care who you are."

　　"But this Holy Grail... I'm about to settle it!".

Chapter 149

　　[Do not disturb the sleeping dragon].

　　If it is said, before opening this stone door, Mordred still can't quite understand what kind of meaning is hidden behind this sentence.

　　Well, after pushing the door open.Mordred instantly understood the subtlety of this sentence.

　　This is a pun intended sentence.

　　"There really is a dragon..."

　　Mordred raised his head and stared at the behemoth whose eyes suddenly opened in front of him.

　　From the appearance point of view, it is actually far from the "dragon" in people's general impression.

　　It doesn't have the shape of a lizard, but more like a large fish living in a big river or deep sea - with a carapace behind it, it looks like a tortoise.

　　However, the powerful pressure emanating from his body showed its identity vividly.

　　This is really a dragon.

　　A dragon standing on the apex of the fantasy species, looking down upon all beings!

　　A pair of golden eyes exuded a dazzling look in the darkness, but in a panic, it was able to instantly force the enemy's mind to the point of collapse.

　　obviously.

　　If it were an ordinary person, he wouldn't even have the qualification to look at this dragon.

　　But unfortunately - Mordred was never afraid of this.

　　"Isn't it a dragon, it's the same as who is not."

　　"I'll find the Holy Grail in a while, and I'll come back to play with you."

　　With that said, Mordred ignored the giant dragon that was obviously about to get angry, and continued to walk towards the stone room.

　　"Roar!"

　　The angry dragon waved its tail and launched a fierce attack on Mordred.

　　However, it was easily taken over by Mordred.

　　And, with Frostmourne in his hand, he cut off the tail by the way.

　　"Stretch what to chop what-"

　　Mordred turned his head and looked at this giant dragon with a very bright smile, and he reminded kindly:

　　"Is there any problem~〃?"

　　"!!!"

　　The dragon was angry.

　　It stretched out its claws angrily, and seemed to want to attack Mordred.

　　However, when it noticed the magic sword exuding a cold breath in Mordred's hand, it paused subconsciously.

　　I don't know why, at this moment, there is such an illusion in its heart:

　　It was as if the stranger who suddenly broke into the [Holy Land] in front of him was a giant dragon in human skin.

　　It is a genuine dragon, but like an innocent lamb, pitiful, weak and helpless.

　　"Roar!"

　　Thinking of this, it roared again.

　　However, compared to the previous roar, the roar this time no longer felt that anger.

　　On the contrary, Mordred also heard a hint of "pleading" from the roar.

　　"Don't go there."

　　Mordred's intuition told him that the dragon should be trying to express this.

　　It's just that the problem is...

　　"How could it not be there?!"

　　Ignoring the dragon's obstruction, Mordred walked through a long corridor and came to a place similar to a prayer hall.

　　Then, not beyond Mordred's expectations.

　　In this prayer hall, he managed to meet a woman.

　　This is a slender woman without any excess fat on her body, so that the function of this body can be maintained in the most perfect state.

　　Speed, strength, stamina, explosiveness... everything was just right.

　　Judging from her body, her age should be in her twenties or thirties.

　　But her soft face was full of stories.

　　She was half-kneeling in front of a stone table top, and on the table was a long cross that looked like a long staff.

　　In her hand, a golden cup radiated a holy light silently, completely covering the woman's body.

　　The woman closed her eyes in a praying posture, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully, enjoying a beautiful dream.

　　But, the only pity is.

　　Mordred could not feel any breathing or heartbeat from the woman's body.

　　"Is it already dead?"

　　Mordred thought so.

　　But in the next moment, he directly denied this speculation.

　　Because he believed that the woman in front of him would definitely not die so easily.

　　In other words, even if she died, she would definitely have something behind her to guard against those who covet the Holy Grail.

　　After all, she is Marda!

　　It was the St. Martha who was recognized by the Savior, holding the cross bestowed by the Messiah and preaching in Europe!

　　In the rivers of France, she fought against the French demon dragon Taslak for [-] rounds, and beat the demon dragon with her fists little by little [Iron Fist Saint]!

　　It is a ".¨Sleeping Dragon" that sleeps forever on the northernmost tip of the British Isle, guarding the Holy Grail until death.

　　[Do not disturb the sleeping dragon].

　　On the door that entered the door, Marda used this sentence to remind the latecomers not to rush into the realm of God.

　　Later, she used that Tuslak to stop those careerists who coveted the Holy Grail.

　　And now, on the stone table in front of Marda, Mordred found such words again.

　　This is also the last tenderness from this Iron Fist Saint.

　　But, sorry.

　　"This Holy Grail is mine!"

　　Looking at the Holy Grail held in Marda's hand, Mordred stretched out his hand without hesitation.

　　The golden light instantly soared, and Mordred could feel a strong (Wang Li's) resistance, as if trying to resist his snatch.

　　However, in the next instant.