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The red thunder dispersed the violent wind, the storm extinguished the thunder light, the corpses on the ground trembled, the rebels marched forward in the bloody dusk, and the king held the holy spear to break through this disaster.

The first round was evenly matched.

In the third round, Wang Jian roared.

In the fifth round, the holy spear was fierce.

In the seventh round, the spear suppressed the sword. The swordsman was pushed back by the huge force and fell backward, while the spearman stepped forward and pressed forward step by step.

Yes, in just a few minutes, Mordred was completely at a disadvantage. Even though she had a B+ strength panel, Artoria could still survive the short burst. , replaced by a spear that became more majestic and more unstoppable.

Impossible, this is impossible!

The king's sword fell, but the holy spear didn't even need to defend. Arturia saw through Mordred's flaw at a glance. With a wave of her hand, the strong gauntlet hit the sword body and slapped it away. Then there was a sound of wind. Whistling, the holy spear has broken through the dangerous distance and stabbed Mordred's helmet!

Zhila!

The Noble Phantasm given to Mordred by his mother was broken again, and the beautiful face similar to Arturia was exposed to the air. The look of horror could not be faded - for any knight, the sword was carelessly taken away by others. Blocking it would be a huge insult!

What makes Mordred even more unbelievable is that her intuition has not changed from beginning to end. It is not that she does not react, but that she has remained high after reaching the limit of 'death'!

No matter how hard she tried and how hard she searched for her father's flaw, her intuition was still unable to move, as if she was under Artoria's holy spear, like a trapped animal in a cage!

Why are you so strong? Why? Why! I've obviously caught up with you! I've obviously been able to surpass you!

How could Mordred, who was summoned to the present world and whose consciousness was revived again, not review the decisive battle that cost his life in the dead of night?

How could she, who had learned from her failures and grown again, be defeated by her father so easily? !

Doesn't this mean that she has not surpassed her father at all? Everything she has done in the past and now is a huge joke!

His mind was ups and downs like an angry wave. Mordred's sword skills were completely messed up. He just used brute force to smash. In front of Artoria, who had adapted to the 'monkey style', it only made her situation worse. To add insult to injury.

Maybe it's because I don't want to see Mordred continue to be crazy, or maybe it's because I have untied the knot in my heart and gained a different understanding after getting along with Mordred. Arturia, who had been silent since the beginning of the battle, finally spoke. Her voice was not emotionless, but calm, with some comfort:

Because I have stepped off the sword fence, and you...have been left there forever.

Mordred did not notice the problem with Artoria's tone. She was breathing heavily, staring at the blurred figure in front of her with red eyes. Blood dripped from her forehead that was scratched by the gun wind, gradually soaking her vision. , but she didn't bother to wipe it, she just stared at the extremely dangerous holy spear that turned into a ball of light.

There seemed to be a sound coming from the distance. It was too far away to be heard clearly, but what happened at the same time was the slight pause of the light, but it was like the wrong note in a sonata or the damaged horseshoe during the charge. Dredd's intuition is acutely captured.

Chance!

The moment he noticed this, the rebellious knight roared and took action, swiping his sword at an angle. Arturia did not expect Mordred to burst out at this time, and hurriedly raised his gun to resist, but in the close combat, the sword's The advantage was far superior to that of the spear. With the cold light flashing, the tail of the holy spear was hit by the tip of the sword. The violent tremor forced Artoria to let go. The strength that she could not vent sent the holy spear flying high into the sky, crossing a perfect circle. After the parabola, it plunges straight into the ground not far away!

Although she didn't know why her father hesitated and there was a flaw, Mordred obviously would not let go of this only opportunity. She withdrew the king's sword and after a short period of charging, the girl poured her own strength and everything into it, and she He slashed down towards Artoria:

Go to hell, King Arthur!

The premonition of victory poured into Mordred's throat like poisonous wine, wandering in her internal organs, and a passionate joy sprouted - but the golden light of glory lit up from the hands of the Lion King, holding it firmly Mordred's powerful blow also shattered her unrealistic dreams.

Ah, ah ah...

Staring at the Sword of Victory that appeared in Artoria's hand, branded with undefeated glory, Mordred's eyes widened helplessly, and he could only squeeze out an empty moan from his throat, and he missed the victory. The sense of emptiness made her no longer able to hold the weapon in her hand. As Arturia shook her sword, the royal sword, stained with hatred and blood, fell to the ground with a clang, just like Mordred's broken faith.

As I just said, you have died in Kamlan, and your growth has been buried with the sunset of that day.

Having learned from the past, Artoria simply put the holy sword on Xiao Mo's neck this time to prevent her from suddenly snapping and biting: But I am different. After the battle that year, I went to Avalon. I have spent thousands of years with Merlin... During these thousands of years, even if I move a little bit, I am surpassing my past self every day.

Seeing Mordred's defeated expression, Artoria pursed her lips and raised and lowered her left hand.

Perhaps during his lifetime, Mordred's abilities had reached the same level as hers, and even surpassed her as a prototype in some aspects (such as the continuation of the battle). However, the moment Mordred was pierced by the Holy Spear, lost her life, and sublimated into a heroic spirit, everything about her was fixed by the Hall of Valor.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter what era she exists in, her peak will be when she finally severely inflicts a heavy blow on King Arthur, and there will be no change - unless she can reverse human perception or have an opportunity to transcend the legend.

But Artoria is different. After letting go of her heart in the Fourth Holy Grail War, she did not choose to die. She is still alive, she is still growing, and she still has unlimited possibilities.

It had only been more than ten years since she was taught by Merlin and became king, but her swordsmanship was already invincible. King Arthur's posture galloping on the battlefield was hailed as 'a work of art carefully created by the god of war', and In the Court of Avalon, Arturia put aside government affairs and trivial matters, and concentrated on training herself - after spending a thousand times a hundred times, how terrible must her achievements be?

The sense of oppression is far superior to all the enemies I have encountered before. It is on par with the feeling Karna gave me. No, it is even more dangerous.

This was Shuo Yue's evaluation after fighting against the current King of Dai Mao.

The wind and thunder stopped, and the sunset and dusk gradually faded away. Arturia, in her adult form, looked down at Mordred and suddenly fell silent.

I ran over here excitedly...what do you want to do?

They were chased, fought, and won. The next step is... to kill Mordred and send her back to the Throne of Heroes?

No, no, Shuo Yue said that he wanted to win over Mordred and let her join the blue camp...

Just kill me.

Eh? Artoria blinked, but her naivety did not make Mordred aware of the abnormality. At this time, the girl was in the midst of loss and sadness after the defeat.

With joy, he challenged his father again, but was defeated at an overwhelming disadvantage.

After all the words were said, she was not in her father's eyes, and her sword and gun never wavered because of her hatred.

Mordred couldn't help but think of Sighisoara's surprising glimpse. Now that he thought about it, the girl in the arms of the saint and calling her mother must be very happy, right?

Thinking about it now, she was really envious...envious of the child being held in the arms of someone with the same appearance as her father, and envious of Jeanne's gentle attitude towards her.

Although she knew it was impossible, she really wanted to be treated like this by her father. In that case, even death would be worth it.

But this is impossible. She and her father, Mordred and Artoria are destined to only fight and hate each other from now on.

Since we failed, let's end it all... And if, if we are still destined, let us appear in the future call and fight again, Father.

This is the closest I can get to you.

Kill me coldly like you did at the sword fence. Father, this is my last prayer - go ahead, pick up the holy spear and pierce me. I promise not to leave, but to stand still. Stay where you are, waiting for you to come back.

Hatred, sorrow, despair...all kinds of emotions were withdrawn from Mordred. The beautiful rebellious knight closed his eyes and quietly waited for death to come.

Although I'm very sorry, Master, there's nothing we can do about it, right? What's more, we have only been together for a few days, so please forget me, forget me as a disloyal knight, my master...

In the dark silence, someone seemed to be caressing her cheek and awkwardly combing her unkempt blond hair. But when Mordred opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that there was no one in front of her, and even the holy spear that she shot away had disappeared along with its owner.

Only the wind, which has not changed for thousands of years, still brings her the same gentle feeling as before.

Father...?

Although I wanted to make more changes, it was too late. My brain that had just finished the exam did not support me and continued to burn. It was almost smoking...

That's it, a single chapter of simple cooking, I hope you like it.

Chapter 467 Theater, the assassin and Ken Niang who sued for death

Huh...huh...

The Adjudicator, who relied on perseverance to cross hundreds of kilometers and reach here on only two legs, passed through the forest where the red invasion fortress started a fierce battle, and found that the center of the battlefield was in front of him.

The cyborgs, golems and dragon tooth soldiers collided with each other and started a miserable fight. Magic exploded everywhere like cannonballs, and the battles between the followers turned the surrounding area into a desolate place, creating phenomena like sunset, thunder, and even storms in the early morning darkness.

No longer looking at the miserable battlefield, Joan of Arc looked up at the red side's aerial fortress. Although there are as many Holy Grail Wars in this world as stars, such things are too abnormal, and even the Age of Gods cannot reproduce such a magnificent scene.

Ziege, I am going to cross this battlefield now to meet 'someone' on the other side.

Why?

Standing next to the saint was a thin man with silver hair and red eyes. It was precisely because he bumped into her on the way here that Jeanne arrived late.

There is 'someone' on this battlefield that I must see, but I don't know who that person is. Maybe it's a Servant or a Master, or something other than both. But, I must see that person. people.

Although Sieg was puzzled, what Joan said was incredibly convincing. She was not full of confidence, but there was a little uneasiness in her voice. This is obviously the case, but it can make people feel a strong will that will never stop.

That’s it—the android understands. It was not during her lifetime that she won the admiration of her soldiers by speaking powerful words with a strong will.

What she said did not contain the element of coercing others. Those are just words to convey the will of I want to go.

If this is your will, there is nothing you can do about it.

After saying that, Sieg turned his gaze to somewhere on the distant battlefield as if he had a telepathic connection, and he could no longer look away.

It seems that you have found something to do. Jeanne smiled slightly, but there was a little sadness hidden in her eyebrows.

How long can the helpless androids persist in this unprecedented war?

If Sieg had not obtained the Command Seal, she would still have a reason to protect her. As long as she told him the name of the judge, ordinary servants would not make things difficult for Sieg... But now, the Master named 'Sigur' Having signed a contract with Black, she is inevitably on the battlefield.

As the judge, all Joan of Arc can do is bless this ill-fated man:

May the Lord protect you.

Thank you. Zig smiled lightly. She greeted the saint who helped her a lot, then turned around and left without looking back. Jeanne stopped for a long time, then turned around and ran in a different direction from Sieg.

The holy flag was flying, and accompanied by a sharp roar that split the battlefield, Joan of Arc sped towards her destination.

Amakusa's movements suddenly stopped. He clicked his tongue and jumped back with a serious expression.

, about to retreat. It seems that her 'revelation' came faster than expected, maybe she really heard some voices.

Frankenstein, who was trapped in a bitter battle, felt baffled by the sudden distance between his enemies and decided to temporarily observe the situation, while the two people on the opposite side also communicated as if nothing had happened.

In order to carry out fair and impartial judgments, I heard that most of the people chosen as judges are saints. Does she belong to that category? Shakespeare shrugged with an ironic attitude. As a writer, he was destined to use Look at every profession with a critical eye.

It seems like this... This is a critical moment. If she impeaches me, the situation will become very confusing. No, in your words, it will become very boring.

Forcibly extending a part that has no climax is a characteristic of stupidity. In this case, let's stop writing the story of the Master on the battlefield.

Well, let's retreat - it doesn't matter. On the other hand, as long as we get through this level, it will soon develop into a situation where even we can't do anything about it. Moreover, it seems that my decision is correct. Because I still take the slightest chance. Poorly avoided 'death'.

Amakusa shook her hands, as if erecting a wall, and inserted the black key into the ground in front of Ken-niang, then turned her back to her and left the battlefield with all her strength.

Master, that guy is charging straight in your direction, hurry up! There's no way to stop it with the Dragon Teeth Soldiers alone!

I see!

There was a hint of anxiety in his heart, and Amakusa used his legs to further increase his speed. In that dark forest where there were no lights and even the moonlight was almost impenetrable, his speed could only be described as abnormal - it was far more than sixty kilometers per hour, definitely not a speed that humans could control.

However, there was a person chasing after him. When Amakusa turned around and saw that person, his eyes widened slightly.

You are so persistent in pursuing me...

As he spoke, four black keys flew out, dragging the spiritual flames towards Frankenstein.

Ugh!?

Caught off guard, Ken Niang made a throbbing sound, but even though the four black keys hit her, she remained unmoved and even accelerated her pace, just because it didn't take long for the handle of the knife to slip off her body. , and the wound healed in an instant.

Ordinary numerical damage is ineffective against the monster Frankenstein. As long as there is still magic in the air and the core is not shaken, she can continue to operate - this is what she was created as 'Eve' Come out, the function of the second type of perpetual motion machine.

It surprised me that.

Looking back at this scene, Amakusa didn't know whether to sigh or feel helpless. It would be understandable if she knocked down the Black Key, but it would be best if she stopped. However, she didn't change her speed at all after being hit directly by the black key!