When I came to Xingyue, I found that the fgo archive was inherited

Chapter 28 Mordred's doubts

After waving to El-Melloi II and the others what to do, Xia Li sat quietly on the throne in the tower at the end of the world.

There are knights of the round table in the suppression battle of the outer gods, and the three of them are basically useless.

The pure white and holy empty palace was transformed by the pillar of light anchoring the stars. Some familiar scenes made Xia Li close his eyes and recalled the scenery he saw in Mordred's dream.

Is that the Lion King, or the goddess Lungominiad projected by the Holy Lance?

The Dumao King on this world line is the Dumao King, the only and original blue Dumao King of the first edition, without so many strange vests in FGO.

Judging from her tone of voice, she is more inclined to the goddess Lungomenides, and she seems to be a damn second-week player just like Abigail.

But if he was really wearing a vest of Fujimaru Tateka, judging from the reactions of Mordred and the rest of the Knights of the Round Table who didn't know each other at all, it would be a bit strange.

"What exactly happened……"

Xia Li frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice. He raised his head and a ray of light shot out from the tip of the Holy Lance, forming an extremely smooth mirror reflecting light several meters high in front of him.

From the crystal clear mirror, Xia Li's face was clearly reflected, and the emerald green pupils were like shining gems, dazzling and full of air.

The faint look, or the clearer mystery of the true ether, which is completely different from ordinary magic power, all show that the inner part of the Xia calendar has been replaced by the holy gun and become a god.

There is no divinity in the body, but the spirit is highly similar to the gods. For some reason, when he saw his face again, he felt a little strange when he touched his cheek.

Ever since he entered Salem, he hadn't had much time to look at his own face, because most people would look in the mirror anytime, anywhere!

Looking carefully at himself in the mirror, with some childish brows, and a youthful face full of spirit, he gently flicked his delicate and smooth face with his fingers, full of elasticity like jelly.

The skin seems to be getting better, and the whiteness is a bit like that of a patient with albinism, but unlike the albinism patient, it is very healthy and full of moisture.

The outline of the face also seems to have changed subtly. Compared with the previous self, it seems that I have brought some genetic brothers and sisters.

As if ten layers of beauty filters have been added, like all kinds of beauties he saw on the Internet before, could it be that he has become a Two-dimensional character?

Xia Li has only one impression of his perfect face, that is, he has become a paper man.

Because only two-dimensional characters are designed, there is no need to consider any practical issues, anyway, just draw to look good.

Unless the character has special settings, or the style of painting is unique, no artist will make his character ugly.

However, Xia Li has already traveled through the type moon when he thinks about it. Now he can be said to be a two-dimensional character.

Coupled with the fact that the holy gun has the effect of solidifying the body, it is not very strange that the combination of the two will become what it is now.

With a thought, the mirror in front of him disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a pure white storm, and the nihilistic scenery from the end of the world loomed outside the tower.

The unpredictable pure white meteor-like storm is exactly the scene where the pillar of light anchors the laws of physics on the surface of the earth. It is a beautiful but dangerous place that cannot be touched by human beings.

But if you look at the top of the tower from the outside, you will be surprised to find that everything is as usual, the sky is still the same sky, and there is no trace of the storm from the end of the world.

Click!Click!
The crisp sound of metal objects colliding with the ground was exceptionally clear in the empty palace, and even aroused a secondary echo.

Xia Li looked at the entrance of the palace not far away. The knights of the round table wore metal armor. He didn't know who was coming just by the sound.

It wasn't until the bright red came into view that Xia Li confirmed that it was Mordred who came, and why it wasn't the same red Tristan.

That's because he saw the two slightly undulating soft flesh on the chest of the visitor, under the protection of the magic power of the holy gun, he could see it very clearly.

With such obvious female features, he certainly wouldn't mistake him for a man. As the only seed among the summoned Knights of the Round Table, there was only Mordred.

Of course, Mordred is not self-conscious as a woman, but if you treat her straightforwardly as a man, it will probably make her angry.

In short, in the unanimous opinion of the Knights of the Round Table, Mordred not only rebelled against King Arthur but was also annoying. It can be said that the reputation is a little better than Lancelot.

And Mordred was also very self-conscious, knowing that she and the knights of the round table hated each other, plus the boring battle meeting, of course she couldn't stay for a second.

Originally, she wanted to show in front of these annoying Knights of the Round Table that she was the first knight recognized by Xia Li, but she was not a good student by nature.

After keeping her face up for a while, she immediately lost her restlessness, so she simply slipped over to look for Xia Li.

As for why she put away the silver-red armor with horns, of course it was because she felt it was too heavy to wear, and it wasn't in any battlefield.

Although with her strength, she won't get tired even if she wears it all the time, but who doesn't like the feeling of being relaxed.

Without the heavy silver-red armor, Mordred looked much slimmer, with a bright red straight skirt adorning his waist, and a long crimson skirt that hung down and was cut off.

The black pantyhose wrapped the slender legs, which looked soft and elastic, and the red low-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, making a crisp metallic sound.

Compared with her in normal times, the current Mordred has lost a bit of chill, and added a bit of sexiness that belongs only to girls.

Xia Li's eyes focused on the soles of Mordred's feet. Normally, with his eyesight, he couldn't tell that there was anything unusual about Mordred's way of acting.

But under the protection of the Holy Lance, he found that Mordred's walking strength seemed to be the same as wearing heavy armor, otherwise he would not be able to step on the ground and make a cracking sound.

He believed that if the floor was not transformed by the holy gun, the ordinary wooden or stone floor would have been stepped on by her red low-heeled shoes.

"Really, Agguiwen is a rigid guy, he has a sullen face all day long, and he doesn't know how to hold it back."

While walking with Mordred, she couldn't help complaining, she even wondered if Agguivin's face had been fixed.

"It turned out to be Mordred, is the battle meeting too boring?"

Xia Li asked casually, and didn't mean to blame Mordred for neglecting his duties and running over halfway.

Mordred stared carefully, and Xia Li, who had an indifferent expression, looked at it for a while, and then frowned at the holy gun still in his hand, which was the holy gun that killed her.

She still doesn't know that this gun has such powerful magic power, although she knows that her father used it to kill the humble king Vortigern.

But at that time, the Holy Lance was also bound by the seal, which was completely different from fully displaying its own power now, venting the suffocating and seemingly endless magic oppression.

Generally speaking, she thinks that the Holy Lance is no different from the Holy Sword. As for her mother Morgan, she once said that the Holy Lance represents the last mystery of Britain.

She didn't feel it at all, but she vaguely remembered that when her father took out the holy gun, her mother Morgan was very happy, but she seemed a little unhappy.

In short, based on her short experience, it is completely impossible to understand what kind of twists and turns Morgan has experienced in a short period of time.

(End of this chapter)