Comprehensive comic: Get the lazy template at the beginning

Under Lancer's vigilant gaze, Lin Hao waved his hand, and a medicine bottle containing green liquid appeared in his hand.

"Bo" uses his fingertips to pick the cork away, then raises it above his head and pours it into his mouth.

"Tons and tons, ha~"

Like drinking a drink, Lin Hao inhaled the strange liquid storm in two sips, and then put the bottle away.

Looking at Lancer, who was standing motionless in place, Lin Hao couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

"Thank you, you're still waiting for me to take drugs, you're still weird. "

It's worthy of being a fellow servant of his own Medea, who is so humble and polite in the fight of life and death, and is actually waiting for him to recover.

The heart was pierced, although it was not fatal, but it was not a small injury, just now his magic power was used to repair the heart, and he was still a little anxious, who knew that the other party would not move.

How kind is that! Lin Hao thinks he can't do it, you are amazing, I will give you a thumbs up!

Looking at Lin Hao's thumbs up to himself, Lancer didn't have a mouthful of blood spurting out.

He was so nervous, thinking that the other party was going to make some big move, but it turned out that you couldn't move.

Stretching his muscles and bones, he used the blood on his face and hands as a hairspray to wipe his hair back.

A bloodthirsty smile hung over the corner of his mouth.

"It's time to rest, so let's get going. "

Thank you for your gratitude, but killing is also about killing, he has always made a clear distinction between public and private.

You've recovered, but I haven't recovered yet! Although he felt a little aggrieved, his self-esteem still made him unable to say such things.

Facing the menacing Lin Hao, Lancer could only fight hard.

Retreat?As a knight, how can you retreat in the face of the enemy!

......

"Ahem, who the hell is it?"

In the wreckage of the container a hundred meters away, a hand wearing a steel gauntlet reached out of the debris and lifted the iron sheet on his body.

As

someone struggled, all sorts of messy things slipped down the sides.

With her sword in hand, Artoria walked out with a grizzled face, her once bright blonde hair now covered with dust and a dirty face.

Who understands the family? was single-handedly, and suddenly a white and bright hit her away, if it wasn't for the intuition to block it in time, maybe she would have been sent away.

Whose servant is this so ignorant of the rules?

The sound of the armor rubbing sounded.

"Who are you, why did you attack me!"

Artoria glared at the figure in front of her, but for some reason the other party gave her a faint sense of familiarity.

"Arthur, Arthur..."

"Who the hell are you?!Why do you know my identity?

Artoria looked shocked, the other party actually revealed her identity, combined with the familiar feeling, is it really someone she once knew?"

"Arthur!!roar

roar!" Roaring and roaring, Mordred seemed to have really turned into a berserker.

Like a mud truck, he rushed towards Artoria, and the treasure in his hand, the brilliant Wang Sword, continued to flash with red thunder and lightning according to the mood of his master.

"Roar!"

was about to rush in front of Artoria, Mordred leaped into the air, his sword clenched in both hands, and slammed down on Artoria.

"Boom!"

the two swords intersected, and the massive impact slammed the ground under Artoria's feet a few inches.

"Damn!"

the other party didn't say much, but the act of doing it also angered Artoria.

She took a deep breath, her heart beating violently, causing the blood to flow rapidly and turn into magic, and then released it in one fell swoop

!!"

The air wrapped around the sword was released in an instant, creating an effect like a barometric cannon, sending Mordred flying.

The hidden sword in his hand also revealed its appearance as the wind pressure dissipated.

Anyway, the other party already knows her identity, so there is no need to hide this sword.

"Who the hell are you?" Artoria asked again.

"Who am I? You ask me who I am? Can't you even recognize me

?!" Hearing Artoria's words, Mordred broke through her defenses, she couldn't recognize her sword, her armor, you were blind?!

Laughing to herself, Mordred slowly unbuckled her helmet, revealing Artoria's very similar face.

"It's you! Mordred, I didn't expect you to be summoned too.

Seeing the other party's face clearly, Artoria was slightly stunned at first, and then frowned slightly and said in a flat tone.

"Ah, it's me, Father..."

Seeing Artoria face to face, Mordred seemed to suddenly calm down, and her tone was no longer manic, and even a little nervous.

"Shut up, don't call me Father, I never acknowledged you. Hearing

Mordred's name, Artoria rejected her mercilessly.

"Why, you... Why don't you

want to admit it?" Mordred couldn't figure out why she didn't want to admit herself when she was her father.

"Oh, who is your father?" said Artoria.

"Of course it's you!" replied

Mordred without hesitation, isn't that nonsense.

"And what about your queen mother?" Artoria's expression became even colder.

"Yes, yes—"

Mordred hesitated, she didn't know whether to say that name or not, she knew that Artoria had always been disgusted with her.

"You mean Morgan. Artoria replied for her.

"Aang. Seeing that Artoria said it herself, Mordred nodded.

Seeing Mordred still nodding, Artoria was about to be angry.

"You said that I am your father and the imperial sister is your mother, and we gave birth to you, do you think it is reasonable?"

"But the queen mother uses demons..."

"Shut up!"

Artoria glared at her fiercely, hoping that she would not say anything that should not be said.

"But, is that why you hate me so much?" Mordred

felt a little annoyed, what did this kind of thing have to do with her

, after all? "Mordred, I repeat, I have never hated you. Artoria said.

"Then why don't you give me the throne? I've already got the consent of most of the Knights of the Round Table, so why don't you agree!"

Mordred asked, hoping for an answer.

"This is my judgment as a king, Mordred, you don't have the strength to be a king, that's all.

Artoria said, looking into Mordred's eyes.

Mordred couldn't believe Artoria's words, she didn't have the strength to be a king?Just because of this? Can you negate all her efforts?

You don't even want to say to me, "You've worked hard"!

Mordred raised his sword and pointed it at his father, a reason she couldn't accept.