Chapter 26, the rebellious knight VS the young king
Probably stimulated by the hidden meaning contained in a certain sentence, Mordred now looked unhappy.
She is not an ordinary human being. In terms of classification, she is similar to [artificial human]. Her life is not as long as human beings. Naturally, she cannot have the same future and creativity as human beings. What Alexander calls [future self]
Stimulated by the idea, Mordred just wanted to give that young master a hard kick in the face.
As the saying goes, impulse is the devil. When people are angry, they often do not make very correct judgments and focus too much on the things in front of them. Although fighting with passion will make the offensive more powerful, it will also
This brings about the problem of not being able to see the hidden details on the opposite side.
Yagi Xuezhai watched the battle and secretly praised in his heart, he is indeed Alexander.
As a king who conquers the world, bravery alone is not enough.
Being able to quickly recognize the strength gap between oneself and the enemy, and recognize this gap to think about tactics, this kind of agility cannot be achieved by modern people.
Modern people are often bound by the boring face, and it is difficult to admit that they are better than others. They always think that "others are lucky" and "others have the backing", and never reflect on whether they are really better than others.
Others are weak.
Alexander knew very well that his attributes were much weaker than Mordred's, so the only chance of winning was a tactical strategy to expose her weaknesses as much as possible.
The armor on Mordred's limbs dissipated. It was originally an armor made of magical power. Now it disappeared along with her mood, revealing her slender limbs. She was wearing a red bra and a red petticoat, which had lost the defensive power of the armor.
At the same time, he will no longer be constrained by armor. The same goes for the helmet on his head. Now Mordred is specifically pursuing attack power.
And...although it has not been explained.
But in fact, Mordred's helmet cannot be used at the same time as the release of his own Noble Phantasm's true name. If he wants to release his sword's true name, he must take off the helmet.
Alexander also felt the aura on her body and narrowed his eyes.
"This is really exciting."
Although he was only a boy, he was still the man who would become the king in the future. Anticipating the fierce battle that was to come, his chest was filled with eager emotions.
Thunder suddenly appeared.
The red blow rolled the spreading thunder, and the raging magic power spread from the blade to the surroundings. Amidst the flash of thunder and lightning, the blade rolled towards Alexander with great force.
Alexander picked up the sword with one hand, pressed the blade with his left hand, and blocked her blow with a bang.
The whole body was like a thrown stone, and the thin boy was completely thrown away! When the sword blades were handed over, he felt the violent force hitting him along the blades. Alexander gritted his teeth and flew in the air.
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"Oh, then, it's the end!"
Even heroic spirits cannot move at will in mid-air. Mordred knows this well. Alexander, who was thrown away, has no place to escape in mid-air. He puts the sword behind his back, bends his legs to charge up, and the sword blade
The red thunder shines, and Mordred takes off with both feet. Mordred wants to cut him into two pieces in mid-air with a sword!
“Bucephalas!”
Suddenly, young Alexander's voice rang out.
There is neither despair nor pain, on the contrary, it is full of joy and excitement.
There was still blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but there was only a smile on the young man's face.
He called an unfamiliar name.
Before Mordred had time to react, she felt a blackness above her head, and strong magic power condensed on top of her head. The next moment, Mordred felt a pain on her face, and her whole body was hit by a huge force, and she fell from mid-air.
It fell down.
There was a roar, just like in a cartoon, an exaggerated hole was knocked out of the ground, dust exploded, and yellow smoke instantly hid Mordred's body.
Looking at the sky again, the young man riding the black military horse made a beautiful leap and landed on the ground. Riding on the horse almost in a crawling posture, young Alexander showed a happy expression on his face.
"Let's start wreaking havoc on the hegemony."
He squinted his eyes, and his naturally handsome facial features combined to reveal a smile that could be called beautiful.
"This is - the sword that destroyed my father! clarent-blood-arthur! (Rebellion against my magnificent father)"
In the smoke screen, Mordred's voice seemed a little hoarse.
The crimson magic power mixed with the dark breath of disaster turned into a strong and rough torrent of magic power, which penetrated the smoke screen like a sharp blade and struck in the direction of Alexander.
The black horse under his command was already on guard, and with its strong four hooves, the divine black horse [Bucephalas] led its master to move quickly.
However, the torrent of red and black magic power didn't stop for a moment, turning and chasing after him.
As a result, the black horse Buscephalus could only be forced to run along the circle to avoid the exaggerated attack that was almost like a beam cannon that was pursuing it. It circled the arc and kept approaching the scattered smoke screen in the center.
This is Mordred's Noble Phantasm.
As a rebellious knight, Mordred killed King Arthur.
Destroyed the once glorious Knights of the Round Table.
Once destroyed Britain.
This blow is the embodiment of this legend.
Red thunder, black disaster.
However, as a Servant, Mordred cannot have no limitations. Especially this kind of Noble Phantasm that shoots out a torrent of magic power. As long as time is delayed, it will definitely find a flaw. The moment the magic power is exhausted, there will be
A gap appears.
At that time, it will be the only chance to defeat her.
Although it was Alexander's first time fighting Mordred, his adult experience still echoed in his mind. Although he had no real sense of it, it did provide correct guidance for fighting.
Alexander walked around the arena, and Mordred's Noble Phantasm beam became thinner and thinner.
It is worth mentioning that this arena seems to have been protected by magic. I don’t know if it was done by Nero or someone else. Mordred’s Noble Phantasm beam attack was blocked by a layer of magic when it hit the arena.
The faint light blocked it, and the power did not affect the spectators on the field. Thanks to this, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others were able to watch the battle safely.
Mordred's Noble Phantasm not only failed to kill Alexander, it didn't even destroy the venue. It seemed like a wasted effort.
The red and black beams of light became fainter and fainter until they gradually disappeared.
"It's now! For the other side that we will eventually reach! The initial ravage and hegemony!!"
Alexander roared the name of his treasure phantom, and poured all his remaining magic power into the body of the black horse Bucephalus. At this time, the black horse of the divine horse was simply glowing, and its speed suddenly increased.
First gear.
"Now? I think so too!"
Suddenly, Mordred's unkind tone sounded in the smoke screen, with a ruthless air like a gangster. Her high-pitched and sharp voice accompanied by the bright silver sword light pierced the smoke screen! The sword blade stabbed Alexander's neck!