876 Thinking of the long time of heaven and earth, I feel lonely but cry
"Have you seen, King Arthur, your country has only been destroyed, no matter you or I win, as you can see everything has been reduced to ruins!" In the roar that contained hatred and excitement, Mo Mo said
Dredd waved the long sword in her hand and slashed forward fiercely. Facing the king and the person in front of her who was related to her by blood, she did not hold anything back. The only thought in her mind was to insert the sword into the opponent's body.
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clang!
Amidst the clash of swords, Artolia was shaken backwards. She clenched her silver teeth and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Although the hand holding the sword was still so strong, it was already trembling slightly.
There is no weak person among the Knights of the Round Table, and there is no weak person in King Arthur's army. Even though Artolia's current strength far exceeds "a year ago", in the previous battle, almost all her strength was exhausted, and her body's
The armor is no longer silvery, and there are sword marks everywhere. The blood on it is from the enemy and her own. She can still fight now only with the support of willpower, but she faces Mo Mo who is not inferior to her original self.
Dredd, it was extremely difficult for her to defeat him.
However, although the things she wants to protect have changed, her strong and stubborn character has not changed at all. Even if she is at an absolute disadvantage, she has never thought of giving up.
"Your country was destroyed because of me, do you hate me? That's right, Lou doesn't do the same, and hates you even more than you do!" Mordred roared as if venting his anger, and slashed three swords with all his strength again.
Lou!
Artolia was immediately thrown away, fell off the sword mound, and rolled over the pile of corpses. She felt the force coming from behind, and before she could turn around, she swung her sword forward to block.
clang!
The two swords struck each other. Artoria knelt on the ground with one knee, holding the sword with one hand, and blocked Mordred's full-strength attack. The contact between the sword's edge and the sword's edge spurted out fierce fire.
Mordred was condescending, with a proud smile on his lips. While exerting pressure, he smiled and said, "Oh, if it was just an ordinary sword, it would have been cut off by you at this moment. But what a pity, this one in my hand
The sword is the same as your holy sword." It is true to say that the Lady of the Lake wholesales holy swords. Not only King Arthur and Lancelot have holy swords, but even the top ten knights of the Round Table have holy swords.
, and what Mordred holds in his hand is the Sword of Victory, whose power is not inferior to that of the Sword of Victory without a scabbard.
With this holy sword that does not belong to her, coupled with Mordred's own physical strength, Artolia herself knows that this battle is a narrow escape, but!
chicken!
With a bite of his silver teeth, Artoria suddenly jumped to the side, and the sword edge grazed along, making a harsh clang. Mordred frowned reflexively, and even his strength relaxed.
Artolia took this opportunity to kick her in the back, sending her flying.
Mordred stood up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, but said disdainfully, "Tsk, you obviously have such a good chance to hit me hard, although you may not be able to succeed, but you don't even need to cut me with a sword. Are you still showing mercy now?"
?Or are you naive to think that we can still reconcile?" "That is...impossible!" With a roar full of hatred, Mordred attacked again, but Artolia missed the opportunity and only
I can grit my teeth and support myself.
Indeed, if it were her before, she would never miss such a good opportunity just now. Even if she couldn't cut off Mordred's head with a sword, she could still severely damage him, but she can't do it now, not because of her naivety.
Not because she wants to reconcile, but because the person fighting her at the moment is her child!
No matter how taboo Mordred's origin is, no matter how forced and undesired her origin is, she is her own child after all, and no one can deny this... Artolia used to be indecent
Hui Hui admitted that she couldn't accept this child as a king, and she couldn't accept it as a human being. However, after she gave birth to a child herself, she finally understood what it was like to be a mother.
The last few days between the worlds were her happiest days as a woman and her happiest days as a mother. While giving her children meticulous care, they also reminded her of Modre
De, she owes too much to this daughter.
Mordred had never received her love or recognition, and even she couldn't even look at her. It was not unreasonable for her to hate herself so much, or it could be said to be natural.
She could ruthlessly cut off the killing sword to the Knights of the Round Table who had been with her for many years, in order to end the war, but how could she do it to her own child?
Artolia was reluctant to take action, but Mordred would not give up. Her attack was like a violent storm, and the Sword of Victory struck down hard under her swing, along with her unwilling and angry resentment.
I understand that you have hated me since the beginning, because my impurity has tarnished your sanctity, so no matter how hard I try and how good I am, I am always like trash in your eyes!" "Modre
"D" Artolia wanted to explain, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth. Now, what's the point of saying anything anymore? The scars on Mordred's body caused by her indifferent knife cannot be healed.
, I can never make up for what I owe her.
Therefore, facing Mordred's questioning, she had no way to refute, she could only grit her teeth and block the violent and fatal attacks again and again.
"I am braver than anyone else. On the battlefield, I rush in front of everyone. In every battle, I am the last one to retreat. I am stronger than anyone else. Even Lancelot, I can confront him head-on.
, But why can I only be ranked at the bottom of the Knights of the Round Table? Because I am the person you hate!" Lou!
This time, Mordred's attack finally worked. The Sword of Victory was blown away by her under the heavy blow. The fierce force knocked Artolia several meters away. The Sword of Victory made a vicious sound.
With the roar of blood, it pulled Mordred forward and stabbed forward.
Is this the end? At this moment, Artolia's hands and feet were weak. She could barely stand. Facing this fatal sword, she had no power to fight back. She said an apology in her heart and closed her eyes in lamentation.
Then there was a chirping sound, and some kind of weapon penetrated the armor and penetrated the body.
Feeling the stinging pain in her head, Artolia instinctively opened her eyes and found Mordred standing in front of her, with the tip of the Wheel of Victory Sword pressed against her forehead, but the attack was not complete.
Falling down, because the armor on her chest was broken, a spear pierced her heart directly, and at the other end of the spear were... her own hands!
"This is?!" Artolia's eyes widened and she couldn't believe it.
"It turned out to be such an ending. Maybe I had thought of it from the beginning." Mordred spat out blood, and with a clang, the Wheel of Victory Sword fell to the ground, and her body slowly slid to the ground.
"Mordred!" Artolia hugged her out of reflex and sat on her knees, tears of pain falling from her eyes.
She finally understood what happened at that moment. Although she had given up resistance, when Mordred's sword cut her, her body's survival instinct made her body react most directly to transcend.
The speed she possesses pierced the spear standing next to Mordred into Mordred's body.
"Haha, this is the first time I have seen the crying king. Why is this?" Mordred looked at the tears in Artolia's eyes and smiled foolishly.
She is not a normal person. Although she looks seventeen or eighteen years old, in fact she has not lived for more than twelve years. It is just that Morgan used special means to mature her mind and body. But this method is undoubtedly
It was an act that was counterproductive and had great hidden dangers. The moment her heart was pierced, all her functions had stopped, and even her consciousness became extremely blurred.
But now, she can still maintain a certain degree of consciousness, but it's because "Father? Or mother? How should I call you?"
There was a serious and yearning look in Mordred's eyes. She remembered that when she saw King Arthur for the first time, she was full of admiration like an innocent child. She only felt that she was the luckiest person in her life to be with such a king.
Whatever happened, he would follow it to the end of the world, but he was dismissive of Morgan's plan.
When I learned that I was the child of King Arthur, the inferiority complex caused by my unbearable background disappeared immediately. Since he is the king who is above human beings, the fact that I am her child and "not a human being" is even more important.
It can be said to be an honor. As the king's heir, he is worthy both physically and mentally.
Mordred was so ecstatic at the time, thinking that one day she would be praised by her god-like "father". She worked day and night just to become a knight worthy of the status of "the king's child" as soon as possible, and then live uprightly.
Standing in front of the king, showing his sincere respect from the bottom of his heart... But!
"I'm sorry, Mordred." Artolia didn't know what Mordred was thinking, but after listening to what she just said, she already knew what kind of feelings the other person had, but she trampled on those feelings.
, Regret and sorrow form tears falling down.
Tears fell on his face, and Mordred regained his consciousness a little. Seeing the king's expression, he finally showed a bitter smile and stretched out his hand to touch Artolia's face, "Why.........,
Why not earlier...,...I am so..."
The hand fell before it even touched Wang's face, and along with it she could no longer finish her words.
