In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"I'm not a knight, why would I fight with you." The witch fiddled with her nails with a smile. She was actually very satisfied with the fake made by that guy.

It seemed that Artoria was already injured, and she was in full condition.

Let 'Lancelot' consume it again, and shake this guy's faith by the way.

Thinking of this, she flew in mid-air, looking down at the two knights fighting each other, and every sentence brought a mental shock:

"You are wondering about the combat power of these fakes. Do you feel very similar to the 'Knight in the Lake' under your command? Are you shocked that I can create such a similar fake?"

"You are wrong! In fact, this is the true heart of the Knights of the Round Table! They trust you so much, and what have you given them!? Arturia Pantragon!"

"Shut up!" King Arthur turned back and was swept away with a lightsaber, but the sword energy with anger blasted in front of Morgan, and was completely blocked by a dark cross shield.

"[Xing Lan's Illusory Wall], you should be very familiar with it~~~" The witch smiled tenderly, teasing this serious-faced little sister to make her extremely happy, but soon, her face began to become jealous again.

King Arthur is like a wounded lion, relying on the advantage of magic to suppress 'Lancelot' and can't change his hand.

'This kind of power, if only I had it, forget it, I'll find a way to get her back, anyway, that guy only wants this person, and he didn't say what kind of state. '

A coercion belonging to a high-ranking heroic spirit appeared from Morgan. To be honest, it was already beyond expectations that these two fakes could beat Arturia like this. At this time, as a chess player, she would end up in person for thousands of years. Afterwards the epic ends again.

The intuition is violently calling the police, and the king who has the upper hand can already perceive the killing intent, but the black knight in front of him is simply a replica of Lord Lancelot, and his swordsmanship is extremely difficult!

He must be dealt with as quickly as possible!

The girl's brows furrowed, and she leaned back while taking half a step back——

In the next second, the sharp sword edge rubbed his forehead and cut off a few strands of blond hair.

The extreme danger aroused the most calm state of the king of knights, her hands on the ground and her body tossed backwards, the spread skirt blocked the sight of 'Lancelot', as if she was dancing gracefully.

However, before he could regain his senses, the 'slower' speed suddenly increased several times!

The long sword stopped lightly, taking the magic sword in the black knight's hand aside, and the calf wrapped in the iron boots was whipped on the black knight's right shoulder like a whip.

boom!

The ring of sonic boom spreads on the shoulders, this is not the kick of an ordinary girl, but the whip leg of a high-ranking hero!

Like a baseball that was hit, the black knight's body flew out in an instant. He rolled on the ground, knocking the crystallized ground out one after another, until it stopped a thousand meters away.

As soon as the 'Lancelot' was blown away, King Arthur did not stop for a moment, following the guidance of his intuition, he avoided a hundred meters forward.

boom boom boom...

The dark magic light followed her closely, blasting the ground like the surface of the moon. Every attack from Morgan's hands was amazing, but he attacked more than a dozen times in a row without even touching King Arthur's hair.

"What a disgusting intuition."

The witch snorted coldly and stopped this wasteful attack, but she changed her face faster than turning over a book, and immediately smiled at King Arthur, who was on guard: "Artoria, do you think I can't do anything about you? ?"

"If you have any tricks, use it!" The girl didn't have a good face, and seized every minute to recover her magic power.

These two black knights are very strong, and they know themselves very well. The most important thing is... Morgan's liberation of the Noble Phantasm has shattered her, and the wounds on her body are all left by the Noble Phantasm.

Of course Morgan knew that this was a small trick, but he didn't take it seriously. The black magic power suddenly boiled, and the towering magic column was divided into two parts, which were injected into the bodies of the two dark knights.

Like an emergency charge, the dark heroic spirit, who was seriously injured just now, recovered a lot and came to King Arthur one after the other.

"Hehe, Arturia, you don't think it's over, the second round is about to begin~~"

Morgan, who paid a lot of magic power, smiled. She would rather waste her magic power than end the game in person. This extremely despicable method made King Arthur's face cold.

Free Excalibur again?No, this guy has been waiting for this opportunity!

For a time, the king was also in a dilemma, but Morgan would not give her a chance to breathe. After waving gently, the two heroic spirits began to speed up.

The atmosphere became extremely tense, and slight beads of sweat emerged from the girl's forehead. Just as Morgan was about to attack with a ghastly face, a footstep came from a distance, and by the way, a very blunt voice came:

"Yo, I haven't seen you in a thousand years and your relationship is still so tense~~"

The two people in the confrontation looked at the same time, and found that the person who came was wearing red and white armor, carrying a giant sword on his shoulder, and not wearing a helmet, revealing a face that was very similar to himself.

"Mordred!?"

The two exclaimed at the same time that the appearance of the rebellious knight was too unexpected, or that she should not have appeared here at all.

"That's right, it's me, Mordred." The bear boy smiled, showing his mouth full of white teeth. She suddenly saw the black knight and was slightly taken aback, "Huh? Why are there two of these guys?"

No one answered her. The three people who looked very similar gathered together. No matter how you looked at them, they felt very strange. King Arthur turned his head away after finding that Mordred had no magical aura.

Neither calling for help nor reprimanding, was like seeing the air, when the child didn't exist.

However, Morgan scolded the idiot when he saw it, with a mother-like smile on his face: "Mordred, you are finally here, look, the opportunity to complete the unfinished business of a thousand years ago is in front of you. Pick up your Sword, rebel against your father again."

It was so much fun and so enjoyable!If Mordred strikes, it will be more ironic than himself!

This may be the funniest family in the world, with the 'mother' flicking the 'son' to the 'father', and this London suburb is more dramatic than Gladiolus Hill.

Mordred touched his chin and frowned. The indifferent expression on the king's face was stimulating her nerves, and her anger was getting stronger and stronger. When she was about to bear it, Rosen's instructions flashed in her head.

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested now!" Mordred seemed to convince himself, and the tip of his sword suddenly pointed at Morgan, who was excited, and made a declaration with a grim face:

"Witch, I chose to rebel against you this time!"

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