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

Chapter 29 The Wheel of Victory Sword
Now she thinks that the holy gun is indeed the same as the rumors, as long as it is pulled out, bad things will happen, which is an ominous symbol.

The holy gun is not only the weapon used to kill her in history, but also makes Xia Li a different person, completely different from her first impression.

Mordred had a rare look of struggle, looking at Xia Li hesitant to speak, but in the end she couldn't help but yelled loudly.

"Master, don't you feel that you have become a little strange?"

"Speaking of which, Mordred, you are a little strange, right? Come see me in this outfit."

Xia Li heard the concern implied in Mordred's words, maybe this is where she is awkward.

He is obviously worried about the other party, but he can't say what he cares about. Instead, he will say something that is misleading.

Moreover, Mordred's appearance is indeed a bit too cool, and he also behaves abnormally, as long as he is a gossip, he can't help but think in the direction of love between men and women.

"That armor is too heavy, I just want to relax."

Mordred explained with a serious face, she seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with it, and she was more slow than Xia Li expected.

Looking at the summer calendar, he was a little speechless, perhaps because of the indifferent voice of the Holy Lance, Mordred didn't realize the meaning at all.

Normally, he wouldn't dare to say such words that hinted at Mordred's gender.

But Mordred's reaction made him realize that he really deserves to be the tomboy who gave him half-eaten chocolate on Valentine's Day.

He also said that if he wants to eat something that you buy yourself, if it doesn't match the style of Valentine's Day, maybe in Mordred's cognition, there is no so-called love between men and women at all.

The artificial life body grows too fast, and it is normal for an eight-year-old to not realize what Valentine's Day is.

"Master, you are the one who knows my identity as a rebellious knight, but still treats me sincerely and recognizes me. You are the one who I swore secretly that even if I had to sacrifice my life, I would swing my sword for it."

Mordred's expression was a little heavy, and the knights of the round table who knew her heard her sad and sad tone. I'm afraid it was hard to believe that it was the Mordred they knew.

She is an artificial lifeform made by her mother Morgan. She grows extremely fast and plays with children of the same age as her. When they grow up, she may have aged and died.

The brevity of life makes her extremely eager to gain the meaning of existence, just like a shooting star, although it is short, it must leave an extremely bright light.

And King Arthur is the light she once chased. She purely thought that as long as she was approved by King Arthur, then her short life would have meaning, right?
Of course, she doesn't know such a philosophical term as the meaning of life, but when she thinks of being recognized by King Arthur, she seems to have endless passion and strength, full of fighting spirit.

Even if her later experience made her hate King Arthur very much, she could not let go of her longing for King Arthur anyway, because once she lost the goal of King Arthur.

She will realize that she is just a muddled artificial life form that can be seen everywhere, powerless, and struggling to survive.

But Xia Li made her realize that there is still such a kind of person in the world, no matter how bad her past is, she is still willing to treat her sincerely, worry about her, and make her cry.

And such a fool was by her side, so she suddenly knew that she seemed to have a new goal, and she didn't have to chase King Arthur.

"That's why I want to say, don't disappear the Master who made me swing the sword!"

Mordred shouted something nonsensical, and looked at the unfamiliar Xia Li with complicated emotions.

It turns out that Mordred's fetters have been brushed to five by him without knowing it?

Xia Li himself didn't even realize that Mordred valued him so much. Isn't King Arthur the most important thing?
He smiled helplessly, and his expression softened accordingly. Even the deity-like spirit couldn't affect his current expression.

He stood up and walked gently down the throne in the tower at the end of the world, the holy spear in his hand flickered, as if unable to understand the feelings of the holder.

Walking into Mordred's side, Xia Li stretched out his hand towards her without saying a word, and Mordred froze in place with his outstretched five fingers.

She was a little overwhelmed and didn't understand what this meant. If it was her usual personality, she must have no emotional intelligence and yelled loudly, asking if you want to high-five?
"Shake hands? Just like back then."

Xia Li said softly, explaining the erosive side effects of the holy gun to Mordred might make it difficult for her to understand, it is better to speak with actions.

Only then did Mordred recall the scene of Xia Li holding her hand and weeping at the last moment, and everything seemed to become familiar again.

It was as if some emotion was surging in her heart, rushing straight to her celestial cap, and finally accumulated in her chest with nowhere to vent.

She hated hesitant guys, so Mordred used some strength to hold Xia Li's extended palm.

The two sides stood hand in hand, and Mordred let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a strange feeling for some reason.

Especially the temperature from the palm of her hand, and the touch of the skin outside her, made her feel a little flustered and warm at the same time.

She has been chasing King Arthur, and she neither feels a moment of warmth from her mother Morgan, nor does she receive any care from her father.

But at this moment, she felt as if her heart was filled, filled with a sense of comfort and peace of mind, and she subconsciously grasped Xia Li's palm tightly, feeling not bad.

Both sides did not speak, just quietly enjoying the tranquility at this moment, until a dazzling orange fire came from outside the World Tower.

As if the sun's rays erupted on the ground, a circle of orange-red light spread forward, and the monsters touched were melted almost instantly.

"This sun-like light, is it because Gao Wen released the treasure?"

Mordred was surprised that these miscellaneous soldiers could actually make Gawain release the treasure, perhaps to speed up the cleaning?

That's all she could guess.

"Have the curses scattered all over gathered together? Is it because of the threat?"

Xia Li felt the ubiquitous, spiritually eroding fog of outer gods, gradually converging towards one place.

Is it because Gao Wen led the dignified knights to clean up everywhere, making the filth feel threatened and condensed into a whole?

"Notify all the Knights of the Round Table that the final battle against the Outer Gods has begun."

Xia Li suddenly announced that since they all ran together, it would be simple to gather strength and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

At the front of the battlefield, Gao Wen held the silver-white revolving sword of victory, bowed slightly and put it flat on his waist, with a serious expression on his face as he planned to release the treasure again.

He didn't expect that after eating the sun's rays from the Wheel of Victory Sword, these monsters not only did not disappear, but instead gathered into a giant tentacle monster.

Not only did he frown because he felt tricky, but also because the huge tentacle monster in front of him was disgusting, densely proliferating tentacles with suction cups, and eyes growing on the tentacle suction cups.

"At the stake of my reputation as the Knights of the Round Table, my holy sword is the manifestation of the sun. According to the king's command, burn everything on the earth—this sword is the manifestation of the sun. Another holy sword of the stars... Excalibur Gallatin!"

With the release of Gao Wen's real name, the silver-white wheel-turning victory sword radiated fiery light, and Gao Wen suddenly pulled out the silver-white holy sword that was gathered around his waist, and instantly cut a semi-arc in the posture of Juhe Zhan.

It was hundreds of meters wide, and the orange-red high-temperature sword energy contained heat, and the air along the way was slightly distorted by the heat radiation.

(End of this chapter)