My Heroic Life

She reached out and grabbed Altria's collar, and as her body was lifted, Altria was forced to raise her head, revealing a tearful face.

"When do you guys want to pretend to be asleep!"

Mordred stared at the godless emerald eyes and scolded.

"What about artificial humans? What about life like laboratory animals? At least there are people around you who are willing to follow you? At least you still have a complete life? Don't take everything I don't have and pretend to be pitiful. Yes, bastard old man!"

Mordred's inner roar seemed to finally make Altria react slightly, her pupils slowly focusing, reflecting the face of the rebellious knight.

Perhaps at this time she is the most qualified person to reprimand Altria.

Mordred, the man-made man made by Morgan to defeat Arthur, has only been nine years since its birth. Today's body is just the result of accelerated growth. However, the relative cost of such accelerated growth is shorter than ordinary people. Many lives.

For many years, lifespan has been like a heavy stone weighing on her heart. She has never played with the children around her since she was a child, because she knows that when they grow up, she might be dead.

But now, the yearning for a complete life came into Altria's ears through a roar, and finally moved her almost frozen heart.

"Maud... Reid."

"Enough, you talk too much, Mordred."

The dark rain of magic bullets fell from the sky, Morgan did not sit back and watch Mordred wake up Altria, and finally succeeded. Naturally, she would not let the youngest child made by herself disrupt the situation.

"Tsk."

Mordred was speechless, she let go of Altria, and then turned to protect her behind her, facing the various attacks.

The magic power was released and the skill was activated, and the long sword in Mordred's hand in the hideous red light turned into a red meteor again. She swept her sword across the sky, and the waterfall-like red light faced the black rain.

A turbulent flow of magic power surged in the air, red and black collided fiercely, and then turned into a patchy etheric group. The long sword in Mordred's hand was broken up in the red light, leaving only a short hilt.

The dissipation of the weapon did not surprise her. She threw away the hilt and then drew a standard long sword from her waist. She had already prepared for it.

The quality is not enough, the quantity comes together!

"Hey! Arthur! Open your eyes and take a look, look at Britain, look at the man, your country is still fighting, your knights are still struggling, they haven't given up hope, how long do you want to hold back!"

The sturdy roots swept out from the ground and knocked the angry Mordred into the air. Yin Lan's figure walked out of the smoke and dust. It was Morgan's remaining power still controlling him to kill Arthur.

Mordred's body was still flying in the air, and the roots of the trees that had been burrowing from the ground had chased her and slapped. She struggled, but it was still difficult to drive back.

Clorent's sword was again reflected on Altria's cheeks, and the long sword slashed down, as if to end the chaotic battle.

"clang!"

The sound of gold and iron struck for the second time, but it was slightly different from the first time.

Under Claurent, the invisible holy sword storm surged.

Chapter 62 The Kiss of Blood

The two trembling weapons intersected, reflecting their trembling hearts.

Mordred’s efforts were not in vain, perhaps because he thought of his duties as a king, perhaps because there was still a glimmer of hope for the man in his heart. In any case, Altria finally took up the sword and blocked it. What a botched blow.

"Huh, are you finally awake?"

The corner of Mordred's mouth turned into a smile, and she cut the oncoming tree with a sword, and rushed towards Morgan with her long sword.

"Mother, father seems to be very busy, let's talk to me first, use the sword."

Morgan looked at the child rushing towards her, her inner anger almost uncontrollable. She clenched her fists, her body trembling.

Mordred, Gawain, and Agerschwen, although they only borrowed Morgan’s genes and were born by artificial people, they do have her blood, but these children without exception chose to betray and turn their heads. Swords at her.

Is Arthur that attractive to you?Even to the point of fighting me for her?

Morgan squinted at Altria and Yin Lan who were still fighting, and turned to face Mordred, the dark magic gushing out.

"Enough, let's start with you as a rebel."

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Trying to resist the controlled body, Yin Lan and Altria looked at each other across the sword. Under the two legendary weapons, what the man saw was Altria's tearful face.

How many years ago was the last time I saw her cry like this?

Yin Lan's brain was in a trance, and fell into the retrospect of the memory for a while.

When Morgan controlled his body, Yin Lan realized that the big event was not good. After all, he underestimated Morgan, and everything that happened afterwards galloped toward the worst guess in his heart.

Morgan told her the truth.

That was the truth that Yin Lan tried to conceal for many years, even if he died, he didn't want to say it, because he understood that this would cause a major blow to Altria's heart.

However, the facts that are happening now far exceed his expectations. Altria, who learned the truth, almost collapsed, far from being comparable to the pale and weak words of a major blow.

The young girl's reaction was so strong, it shows her deep feelings for Yin Lan and the importance of her position in her heart.

The trembling hands could not be stopped. It was not only the shaking caused by the conflict of the body and will, but also the sorrow and anger of the heart like a knife and the fear of almost freezing the soul.

Perhaps more of the proportion is the fear of exposing your identity, which is also the main reason why Yin Lan has always been reluctant to tell Altria the truth.Lies and betrayals are always the killer that destroys feelings, not to mention the shocking scams that have lasted for more than ten years.

He held back his fear and looked down at Altria's eyes. What was it like in those emerald eyes?Is it filled with anger or filled with bitter hatred?

Then his body paused, and the whole person was stunned for a moment.

There was only sadness that was too deep to dissolve, and there was trembling like a wounded deer.

At this moment Yin Lan understood that Altria was also in fear, fearing that her many years of redemption would be in vain, fearing that long-term persistence was actually another person's game.

Even if she knows that Yin Lan is an old monster that lives on the body of an artificial human, even if she knows that she has lived in concealment and deception for many years, the girl still does not dislike her knight, but is afraid, afraid that Yin Lan will just treat her Seen as a tool.

At this moment, Yin Lan's pale face was distorted, the tear ducts became sour, and the field of vision was covered with a layer of mist, and a tear finally flowed down.

But Altria, who had been shrinking, opened her eyes when she saw the tear, and the trembling of her body suddenly stopped.

The intersecting swords separated, Yin Lan closed his eyes and held the swords in front of him with a hint of understanding in his heart.

If the body is not controlled, the language cannot be transmitted, and the feelings in the heart cannot be expressed?

Morgan, you look down on us too much. From not knowing you to having a good heart, more than ten years of time accumulation, countless battlefield crises, our fetters can be blocked by a mere language?

The sword of the knight can speak!

He opened his eyes, and the surging emotions in his eyes burned, and Altria, who was looking at him, felt that the scorching sight seemed to burn her heart directly through her pupils.

"...Lan?"