Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 116 The Knight Without Honor

Mordred's blade broke through the thick smoke screen, and the excessive speed and strong force directly tore a spherical opening in the smoke screen. The bright silver blade was hooped by the dark red sword wings and passed through rapidly.

Alexander froze for a moment, and subconsciously swung his sword to block it, putting his hands on the sword. Because of the difference in arm strength between the two, he had to use both hands to barely catch Mordred's blow.

Clang!
The sound of the clash of metals resounded, and Alexander felt his mouth go numb. Although the strength was strong, it was not so strong that he couldn't win.

It's a bit like waving the strength of the whole body, but in the end it hit the cotton with a punch.

(Could it be that?!)

A possibility flashed through his mind like lightning, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Looking carefully, sure enough, there was no figure of Mordred beside Mordred's sword hilt.

She - threw out her saber directly!
This kind of absurd style of play would never appear in the fighting techniques of regular knights.Using the saber as a hidden weapon, Mordred's blow was indeed unexpected!
Just as Alexander blocked the blow, Mordred's petite figure sprinted from the side of the horse.

She had been like a runner preparing to move before, with her limbs bent on the ground, like a cheetah ready to go, waiting for the moment when Alexander swung his sword to block, and while his attention was attracted by his own throwing sword, Mordley De charged with all his strength and flew over from the side of the horse!
Anyway, Mordred is also a knight, and she still understands some precautions for riding a horse.

For cavalry, the most fatal injury is not the enemy's attack, but the own horse. If you don't fix yourself on the horse's back well, once you fall, the damage will be far greater than the enemy's lance.

Especially the horses were still running at high speed, and the knight was wearing heavy armor, which aggravated the damage even more.

Mordred's blow from the side was precisely for this purpose, to kick Alexander off Busifalas!
Curling up his knees, using the hardest kneecap of his leg as a weapon of attack, he aimed at Alexander's side and kicked him!The slender and well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings don't give people any sense of beauty, only chilling pressure.

At this moment, Alexander only felt that his side abdomen was bombarded by the galloping warhammer, and his whole body was light and airy, being blown away by this force.Although the contact was only a momentary thing, Mordred would not let it go, and used the skills released by the magic power to the extreme. The exaggerated magic power turned into a running red thunder, and it hit the unprepared Alexander. With one blow, the young strategist will be sent flying.

"Ahhhh!"

Alexander, who was beaten into the air, let out a pained growl in mid-air, and his whole body crashed into the sky above the arena. Due to the effect of some kind of magic barrier, he hit the translucent wall in mid-air, and then his whole body followed the gravity. Fall back to the loess.

The black horse Busifalas lost its owner and magic power support, barely sprinted for more than a dozen steps, and finally disappeared due to lack of magic power.Mordred picked up his own sword on the ground, blew on the dust on it, held it on his shoulder, and swaggered up to Alexander, pointing the blade vertically at his unprotected lower abdomen.

"This trick is for you! It hurts so much, bastard!"

Saying so, she pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands unceremoniously, and pierced the sharp blade into his side.

Alexander wailed in pain, and this painful sound made Mordred feel a lot better.

She really doesn't have to kill this enemy, after all, she is the successor of the Knight King, so she won't be bloodthirsty.

It's just that if someone cuts him in the back, he has to give it back. This is Mordred's creed.How do you say it?Yes, an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye.Naturally, by extension, it is a knife for a knife.

Because Alexander lost his combat effectiveness, the Romans in charge of the referee decisively judged that Mordred had won.Fujimaru Tachika couldn't sit still all of a sudden, and hurried over with Matthew and Arash.

Thanks to the fact that Alexander was a brave man summoned by His Majesty Nero, he was considered His Majesty's man. Otherwise, according to the rules of Roman gladiators, the winning side would punish him if he encountered such a gladiator who lost his fighting power.If you don't do this, you will be booed by the audience. After all, they originally wanted to watch this kind of bloody thing, and the peaceful unfolding of the plot is not what they expected.

Mordred defeated Alexander, but he didn't look at his opponent with his eyes, but stared straight at the opponent's opening. Those sharp eyes almost pierced through the fence gate, and directly looked at Yagi Yusai coming.

Without words, Mordred gave a thumbs up and slapped his neck hard.

【I am going to kill you】.

She said so with gestures.

She has always claimed to be the orthodox heir of King Arthur, and she has always believed that the only person who can inherit the mantle of the Knight King is herself.

But... now in front of me... there is another person holding that holy sword...

Although I don't want to admit it, the bastard holding the holy sword is more like King Arthur's heir than himself...

This clear understanding made Mordred restless.

(If I kill that guy...it will be me, right? The heir...)
With this kind of mood, her hostility could not be concealed and flew towards Yagi Xuesai.

"Really, a very troublesome guy."

Yagi Xuesai smiled wryly, of course he noticed this hostility.

"I don't remember ever offending her. I have nothing to do with the Lord Knight—ah, something seems wrong."

When he thought of the fused servant in his body, he immediately began to smile wryly again.Regardless of Mordred's side, two strong men in Rome carried Alexander back to the lounge.

Because he is a Servant, the wound healed quickly, and basically anyone can do such a small thing as filling the wound with magic power.But the magic power lost due to injury will not recover so quickly.To put it simply, although the bleeding has stopped, there is still a feeling of injury under the flesh.

Niijima Yae and Boudica went to other venues to treat other followers. They came here because Yagi Xuezhai was the fastest loser.

Now for a while, there are only two people left, and Fujimaru Tachika who rushed over from the door.

"Sorry, Master, for making you worry."

The red-haired boy had already put on his black tights again, apologizing to the Master.

"No, don't think about it, are you okay?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka asked with concern.

"No. No matter what I say, I am also a follower."

Alexander smiled and curled his small arms towards her, but the lines of the muscles could be clearly seen on the slender arms, which showed that he had exercised properly on weekdays.

"Being able to confront brave warriors from other time and space, regardless of victory or defeat, is a pleasant thing for the body and mind. This Emperor Nero understands unexpectedly."

How could there be the decadence of a loser on Alexander's face?Haha laughed.This cheerfulness somewhat relieved Fujimaru Tachika.

(End of this chapter)