I don't want to be a heroic spirit

So, Mordred raised the magic sword again, and used the skill [Magic Release] without reservation, stabbing in fiercely.

The protective shield was pierced, and half of the sword body pierced in.

But it was not over yet. Mordred loosened the hilt with one hand, put his five fingers together, and slammed the hilt with a fist wrapped in red thunder.

Finally, like glass, the golden protective shield shattered, and Altria's figure appeared in front of Mordred.

Although the other party's current appearance made Mordred a little strange, but only... only those eyes were so familiar to her.

As if always looking at a very far place, but could never contain her appearance, beautiful eyes like emerald.

"Sure enough..."

After seeing those eyes and that look, Mordred finally made up his mind.

"Sure enough! You are Arthur——!!"

Because you are Arthur.

So, I must kill you! !

Chapter 195 Please forgive me, Mordred

I wanted to explain...but at this moment, Mordred most likely wouldn't listen.

"It's really unlike me to take the initiative to take care of other people's family disputes... In the past, shouldn't I run as far away as possible when encountering such things?"

Sighing, Artoria looked at Mordred seriously.

Although she knew that it was her mistake that caused such a bad development, she could not just stand there and let Mordred beat her up.

After all, if she was really killed by Mordred, then she would really have no way to resolve the misunderstanding.

Inexplicably, she remembered what Sigurd had said to her before in Chaldea.

"Brünnhilde...? She intends to use murder to prove her love. Although this is very happy, and I don't mind being killed by her, unfortunately, if I die, I won't be able to prove my love. You have to prove your love while ensuring your survival. It’s so difficult..."

When I heard this sentence before, I always felt that this dragon-slaying hero and warrior king had a little... sanity evaporated?

However, she seems to be in a similar situation now, so it is a little bit... understandable?

"Please forgive me, Mordred. Now it seems that only by knocking you down can you patiently listen to my explanation."

So, the magic power in Altria's body began to become active, which was also a sign that she would fight seriously.

Also feeling Altria's fighting spirit, Mordred's momentum became more violent.

"Arthur!"

Even though he was wearing armor, Mordred at this moment did not look like a knight at all, but more like a mad beast.

The magic sword in her hand was her sharp claws, and the red lightning was her roar to vent her anger.

Mordred's attack did not have a specific move, because she always obeyed her beast-like intuition, and then swung the sword or punched.

The knight's reserve was a burden in her eyes. As long as she could win, she could throw her sword, then use fists or kicks, and even bite with her upper teeth.

Because of this, she may not be the strongest among the Knights of the Round Table, but her aura is definitely the most ferocious and oppressive.

In many battles, her enemies were frightened by her fierce aura.

Facing Mordred's relentless pursuit, Altria chose to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

Instantly retreating more than ten meters, beams of light shot out from the halo behind Altria's head, shooting towards Mordred who was pressing step by step.

"Hah--!!"

With lightning wrapped around his body, Mordred, like the god of thunder, swung his sword to chop off all those beams of light. The red lightning and golden light offset each other in the collision, but did not affect Mordred's speed at all.

Like a hound that bites a person's neck and won't let go.

The red lightning flashed, and the gushing magic power turned into a propulsion force, making Mordred instantly come to Altria, and the magic sword in his hand slashed out with the power of thunder.

Altria, who descended as a Ruler, did not have a holy sword. Although she had a holy spear, it was not easy to take it out, so she looked at him.

When the magic sword slashed down, a huge sword light spread out from Altria's back, splitting the earth, and the red lightning rushed straight into the sky, shaking the heaven and earth.

But this earth-shaking sword did not slash Altria's body, but slashed on the light wall she had just created.

"!!!"

Mordred's face changed, and he withdrew directly. In the next moment, the light wall suddenly turned into several light bands.

The golden light band exceeded the speed of sound and rushed towards Mordred, forcing Mordred to exert force with his legs, crush the ground under his feet, and then jump into the sky to avoid the flying light band.

The seemingly thin and soft light band was sharper than the blade. The land that had been plowed once was like tofu, and the flying light band slashed with knife marks.

Then, these light bands turned around and flew towards Mordred who was still in the air like spirit snakes, causing Mordred's face to change drastically.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene appeared. Even though he was in the middle of the air with nowhere to rely on, Mordred still made several incredible moves to avoid the streaks of light flying towards him, and in the end, he The magic power in the body burst out into red thunder, dodging the last few light strips while flying towards Artoria like a cannonball.

Staring closely at the figure coming through the sky, Artoria showed no trace of panic on her expression. The surrounding light strips began to shrink and turned into a huge round shield in front of Artoria.

"Ah-ser-!!"

Mordred released her magic power without reservation, and the terrifying thunder light gathered around her, turning into a ferocious thunder dragon in a trance.

Then, he collided heavily with the light shield.

"Boom!"

Like the explosion of a small nuclear weapon, a mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and the destructive red thunder destroyed everything around it indiscriminately.

The air waves carried red thunder and smoke and rushed toward Artoria, but they were separated a meter or two away from her and passed around her sides, like waves hitting a rock.

Artoria's face was as calm as ever, and her eyes were filled with an incomprehensible golden light.

At this time, a red flash suddenly appeared in the billowing smoke in front of him.

The next moment, the smoke was cut open, and the magic sword that once ruined King Arthur stabbed Arturia fiercely, as if to recreate the scene that year.

However, the owner of the sword was in poor condition at the moment. Arturia easily dodged this life-saving blow, and at the same time, she swung out a palm and hit Mordred in the chest.

Originally, Arturia wanted to slap her opponent on the head, but she suddenly felt that... it would be too hurtful for parents to hit their children in the face, so she changed the direction of the attack just before she struck. To slap the opponent on the chest.

There were already cracks in the armor, because a large piece of the palm covered with golden light shattered directly, and this palm also landed on Mordred's chest unabated.

Power surged into his lungs, and this palm directly knocked Mordred several hundred meters away, and the shattered armor fragments fell on the way.

When Arturia caught up, she saw Mordred standing up with difficulty while supporting his body with the magic sword.

"Damn...damn..."

It was as if all the bones in her body were broken, and even the slightest movement would cause excruciating pain. What was even more unbearable for Mordred than the pain was the fact that she was being beaten by Artoria the whole time.

Especially when he saw Arturia floating slowly towards her, it seemed that she was not even stained by ashes. She didn't look like she had experienced a battle at all, but more like she was on a spring outing. Mordred's blood surged even more. , the blood that had just been swallowed with great difficulty began to surge to the top of the throat again.

Chapter 196 The talent of being a king (magnitude)

"I don't want to continue to do anything. Can you calm down and listen to me?"

Arturia frowned and tried to speak again.

However, her words had the opposite effect.

"Uh...well..."

The blood foam blocked Mordred's throat, making her unable to speak at all. It was more like a dying beast roaring at the enemy.

Fortunately, although he could not speak, Mordred was originally the type who could do things without speaking, and spoke directly with actions.

Hot blood flowed down her arm to the hilt of the sword, but Mordred still held the hilt tightly with both hands. At this moment, she suddenly became violent and swung the sword towards Artoria's waist. go.

The next moment, the sound of Jin Ming echoed.

Under the helmet, Mordred's eyes were filled with shock.

Just because she saw that the magic sword she suddenly swung was caught between Arturia's left elbow and left knee.

When you look carefully at Artoria's elbows and knees, you can vaguely see a faint layer of gold.

It turned out that Arturia covered her elbows and knees with golden light, and Mordred was seriously injured, so she dared to use this method to receive the sword.

Mordred was astonished by this opportunity, and Altria would not let it go. The five fingers of her raised right hand were bent into claws, which were covered with solid golden light, and then she hit Mordred hard on the shoulder.

This wasn't over yet. Arturia's right hand hit these locations smoothly and smoothly with special techniques on the back of the head, joints, heart, abdomen, and waist.

Then, Artoria struck Mordred on the wrist with a flick of her hand, and the magic sword in Mordred's hand fell away due to this blow.

"ah--!"

Even though the weapon was released, Mordred did not give up. She stretched out her hands to clamp Artoria's wrists, and red lightning shot out from her body again.

Her voice was hoarse and low, as if she was determined to die.

"Go to hell! Arthur—!"

The magic power was consumed crazily, and the red lightning shot straight into the sky, completely engulfing the two figures.

Suddenly, the world was silent.

The world seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​red thunder.

The lightning was raging, destroying everything around it indiscriminately, as if the end had come early.

Suddenly, a touch of gold lit up in the thick thunder pillar.

The next moment, a golden pillar of light that was even more magnificent than the thunder pillar soared into the sky, directly surrounding the red thunder pillar, and was still growing.

In the beam of light, Artoria and Mordred stood opposite each other, with Mordred still holding on to Artoria's wrist.

The golden torrent of light continued to wash over her body, and the armor covering her body was broken bit by bit, revealing her face that was distorted by pain.

"Gu..."

Severe pain and heat continued to act on her body, and even with Mordred's perseverance she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

At such a close distance, being stared at by Artoria's beautiful but devoid of warmth eyes, Mordred gritted his teeth, began to exert strength with his hands, and faced the torrent of light towards Artor. Leah approaches.

Seeing this, Artoria's eyes narrowed, and the golden light that enveloped them became more solid and dazzling.

And when Artoria increased the output, Mordred finally showed his weakness. After letting out a roar full of anger and unwillingness, he was completely engulfed by the torrent of light.

"Ah-ser-!!"

Finally, the light pillar dissipated and turned into a peaceful and warm light that spread over the land.

Countless golden light particles fell from the sky, as if they were the blessings and mercy spread by the gods on this dilapidated land.

In a giant pit, Artoria stood proudly, looking down at Mordred, who was lying in the center of the pit.

The armor on her body had been completely broken, and there were large areas of burn marks on her body.

However, Artoria had controlled her strength. What was more serious for Mordred than the superficial injuries was that the magic power in her body had bottomed out and could no longer sustain her in this world.

Although the magic power consumed by Artoria just now was obviously much more than that of Mordred, Mordred did not have the support of the Holy Grail like Artoria, and had more magic power than she could use up.

Mordred, who was lying in the pit, was in pain all over his body, and even moving a finger was now a luxury.

But even so, Mordred's eyes were still fierce, as if he was planning to kill Artoria with his eyes.

Arturia, on the other hand, stood still in front of her and stared at her condescendingly.

Even though she was a little confused, after all, Artoria had just punched her directly on the head, she still opened her eyes wide, trying to see Artoria's face clearly in this dim night. each other's eyes.

Those eyes, which have seen the rise and fall of a country, seen the sun rise in the east and set in the west, and seen the admiration and fear of the people, are more beautiful than the most perfect and flawless emeralds in the world.

Mordred wanted to see himself reflected in those eyes.

It doesn't matter even if the own figure reflected in those eyes is being burned by the fire of anger and being corroded by the poison of resentment.

So...so...

Mordred roared hoarsely as he continued to squeeze out the clotted blood from his throat.

"A... Se...!"

Hate me!

Hate me! Hate me! Hate me!

Just like then, pierce my heart with the holy spear in your hand!

After I die, let my appearance be forever imprinted in your eyes and your soul!