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【Rebel Knight and King Arthur Fierce War】

[Mordred has Albion bloodline in her body, as well as Morgan's goblin blood, and the two British mysterious bonuses make her concept of existence surpass the red dragon]

[Because she is still mixed-race, although she holds part of Albion's bloodline, she has not been rejected by the world]

[Morgan's blood as the lord of the island plays a vital role in Mordred]

"King Arthur! I won't kill you! I will rely on the strength I learned from my father! After defeating you, destroy Britain! "

Mordred's principle of action is actually quite simple.

That was to act for Moran.

[She actually doesn't hate Artoria deeply, and the feelings she has are more resentful]

[If you want to ~ destroy Britain]

[Then you must face this ideal king]

[The other party will definitely become an enemy]

[It is impossible to say that she does not hold a grudge against Artoria, knowing that the other party has love, but still putting her lover in pain, which seems to her like coating gemstones with feces, unbearable]

[However, the rebel knight did not think about it]

[It's not that Artoria wants to choose this way, but there is no so-called multiple choice question from the beginning]

[Artoria is just trying to act in the way she thinks is most likely to save her lover]

[Both of them are right]

[It's just that fate is too ruthless and cruel]

[The rebellious knight devoured by anger has lost his mind, and the knight king is parrying the attack in bewilderment]

"Arrogant! I have guarded Britain for twenty years!

Just the last few steps to stabilize it, how can it stop because of your madness alone! "

[Artoria drank with a cracked momentum]

[The light of the holy sword is so strong that it even burns the retina, and it counterattacks with a power that is not inferior to the red thunder]

[Although Mordred is conceptually stronger]

[But Artoria has gone through twenty years of battlefield, and no war has ever ushered in defeat]

[She is regarded by the world as the king of constant victory]

[Experience far exceeds Mordred, who has not been a knight for a long time]

"Not good!"

Mordred splits the heat flow of light.

She caused the middle door to open wide because of her excessive movements.

In the next second, the tip of Artoria's sword pointed at Mordred, and she was about to stab her in the chest.

"Oo——!!oo

Mordred kicked out in a hurry.

This kick hit Artoria in the shoulder.

At the same time, she rolled over backwards.

Swirling in the air like a carp, the maximum damage was avoided by an extremely dangerous magnitude.

Click——!!

The brittle sound of metal crumbling reverberated.

Although Mordred dodged the sword slash that pierced the door, the holy sword cut through her helmet.

Like a bursting watermelon.

The helmet that Mordred had always used to cover his face was torn apart by Artoria's surprise attack -

"How, will—"

Artoria's eyes widened.

Her delicate body subconsciously trembled slightly.

The knight in front of her was too different from what she imagined, no, the other party was not even a man.

"What's wrong, King Arthur, surprised by my looks? Aren't you also a woman? There's no need to be so surprised, right? "

"No, Mordred, who are you!?"

"Who am I? That's it! Does this matter!? "

Mordred made another forward charge.

Artoria, who was shocked, quickly shot back.

The blades collided, and he looked at the same face as himself up close, and the strangeness lingered in his heart.

"-Is it Morgan!?"

"Oh? You can still guess it. "

[Mordred grinned]

[Her attack is as fierce as a waterfall rapids]

[When Artoria was dealing with the attack, her mind was like a storm of thoughts, and the first person who thought that she could do this kind of thing was her unpredictable Sister Wang]

[Double-line thinking, making Artoria uneasy, it is extremely inappropriate to be distracted in battle]

"Mordred, who the hell is the father you are talking about!?"

[The moment Artoria opened her mouth to ask this question]

[A compelling cold breath passed through her body]

[There is no theoretical basis, simply relying on intuition, realizing that I have made a fatal mistake]

[She shouldn't ask Mordred, she should solve the rebellious knight before she realizes the truth]

[When Artoria notices]

[Already is, for already]

[For her, the words that invite the most vicious curse will be spat out of the mouth of the rebellious knight]

[As if in response to Artoria's suspicions]

[Mordred sneered and spoke]

"King Arthur, you can't win against me, and the thing you want to pursue doesn't exist on this island! The reason why I am so sure is precisely because I am the heir of the bloodline of the Scaleless Knight Moran! "

"Hmm..... You are.... Moran's....!? "

[Artoria is difficult to accept]

[She became helpless for a moment]

[There is no need to consider the authenticity of Mordred's words]

[At this moment, the sword art she is performing]

[And the familiar breath that smelled her as a red dragon]

[Plus, the relationship between her and Moran]

[Actually, this question has been clear from the beginning, but she herself has been deliberately avoiding it]

"Mordred! You say your father is aging, and you say he will dissipate, what is the matter!? "

[Artoria's swordsmanship begins to become disorganized]

[If, really and Mordred said, then combined with what she just said about her father falling into aging]

[Although the inner premonition gradually tends to be ominous]

[However, she wants to know the answer]

"Literally! You haven't realized it yet?

Even saving Britain will not save him! All you are doing is making him more miserable! "

"How, will.... That's just your words.....! "

"Yes, my words are correct, but you should also realize that even the British Isles cannot match the mystery of Albion, and in the world where the gods have faded, you think it is possible to find it?"

No, I'll change the question, even if it is found, do you think he can hold out until then!? "

Mordred's voice questioned like a whip.

Whipping Artoria's soul.