The Missionary of the Second Dimension

Joan of Arc, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly became excited again.

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"You are still the same as before, completely restless."

Artoria said with a cold face.

"..."

When Mordred heard this, he was naturally extremely upset.

No matter what time it is, he is still teaching himself with such a superior attitude, which is really infuriating.

"Aren't you still the same, your attitude towards me is still the same as before!"

Mordred choked back mercilessly.

Her current mood is (bgfj) excitement, anticipation, anger, and hatred coexist with several complex emotions.

(Could it be that this person hasn't recognized me yet? How disgusting! How angry! Just seeing that face makes me angry! He just ignored me as if nothing had happened!)

While Mordred was talking to himself and accumulating anger, Arturia was quite calm.

Of course she recognized the man hidden in the armor as her daughter, Mordred.

Even if it turned into ashes, Arturia would never recognize the Knight of the Round Table that she was most worried about.

"Ahhh! Sure enough, this is the way to go!"

In this complicated atmosphere, Mordred was the first to be unable to bear this silence. Her feet stomped on the ground step by step, and the power of anger stepped on the ground one after another deep pits.

The big sword in his hand released dark red lightning, urging the surrounding air.

As long as the two meet, there will be a battle.

Unless the two sides can understand each other, understanding is not so easy.

Seeing this, Artoria didn't feel much about Mordred's attack in her heart, and what she had to do now was to defeat him.

Without Zhai Nan's order, it means she can do what she wants.

Compared with the evil sword of calamity distorted by hatred, the brilliance of the holy sword in the lake is still very dazzling.

On the one hand, it is reminiscent of the vengeance of an abyss evil spirit, and it slashes down with a monstrous anger.

On one side is the holy sword that emits a horrifying brilliance, like a galaxy waterfall soaring into the sky.

Both the dark red magic sword and the golden holy sword set off powerful air currents and waves, and each of them collided fiercely with unparalleled strength.

"Boom--!"

Just like the sound of a heavy hammer, at the moment when the two weapons collided with each other, there was a harsh sound of gold and iron.

Moreover, this sound continued to spread from the center to the surroundings, turning into strong wind and waves, which lifted the dirt around the two of them inch by inch, and then swept in all directions.

Under such a powerful impact, the figures of Arturia and Mordred still stood there steadily.

This is just the beginning.

The hands of the two changed rapidly, and the holy sword and the magic sword turned into afterimages in the air, and dazzling sparks were aroused every time they collided with each other.

"hateful!"

The more Mordred fought, the more angry he became. Could it be that after so many years, he still couldn't defeat King Arthur? !

"Ahhhh-!"

An angry roar came out from under the helmet, Mordred's magic power began to surge, and the magic sword he held high was stained with a layer of extremely rich black.

"Bam—!"

In an instant, Fengyun seemed to be overshadowed by it, and the rich black seemed to be able to attract everything, and Mordred fiercely stabbed along Artoria's chest.

And Arturia's expression also sank, she did not dodge or dodge, but also gathered the magic power and integrated it into the body of the holy sword.

Although she has a physical body, which may limit her actions to a certain extent, Artoria has obtained an absolutely abundant supply of magic power from Zhai Nan.

Physical fitness is also far away from the ranks of ordinary people.

"Buzz--!"

Amidst the trembling sound of the air, the light of the holy sword became brighter and brighter.

With a brilliance not weaker than that of the magic sword, Arturia headed straight up.

The brilliance of the holy sword and the malice of the magic sword were entangled, and bursts of explosions erupted.

Then, in such a collision, the bodies of both of them flew upside down from the center of the explosion. Finally, they exerted all their strength and slid on the ground with both feet for a distance of several hundred meters before they could barely stop. Down.

Mordred was startled, and immediately continued to infuse the magic power in his body into his magic sword.

Mordred, who deeply understood that he would not win in the protracted battle, opened his Noble Phantasm decisively.

In an instant, violent dark red lightning struck like thunder, and the jet black enveloped Mordred's entire body, gathering continuously.

In the end, with her as the center, the earth was once again shattered by the dark red air waves, setting off countless flying sand and rocks.

Mordred raised his hands high, and the magic sword full of dark red lightning slashed down heavily.