In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

The ark sucks like a black hole | Allowing magic power, ripples appear on the surface, but after a few seconds, the ripples gradually become stronger, and finally the water waves become 'giant waves'!

The magic power that Morgan's Noble Phantasm can absorb reached the upper limit, the two-color glare began to overflow, and the entire ark began to tremble violently.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

As if a glutton was about to die, the splendid rays of light wrapped around it, and after the critical point was exceeded, it caused an earth-shattering explosion.

boom--

In the night sky, a round of tomorrow seemed to rise, mushroom clouds shot straight into the sky, the orange-red light sphere was several thousand meters in diameter, and the bursting shock wave swept in all directions.

The hillsides were flattened, the trees were uprooted, and even London, a hundred miles away, was trembling, and some damaged buildings collapsed one by one. .

This explosion lasted for half a minute before it gradually subsided. The air was terrifyingly hot, and the ground was pitch-black. In the center of the explosion, there was only a large pit with a diameter of [-] meters and a depth of tens of meters.

The ark had dissipated, and Morgan stood in the center of the big pit. The clothes on her body had long since turned into rags, revealing a large area of ​​beautiful skin. Her white hair had already returned to gold, and blue particles emerged from the soles of her feet.

The god of death approached again, but the woman's expression was surprisingly calm, she just raised her head and looked at the black-haired youth who appeared as the air twisted.

"you win."

The tone is indifferent, and there are not too many mood swings, as if stating a fact.

As a famous witch in history, it is too childish to viciously curse something before her death, and she can only insult her IQ.

Rosen maintained an elegant expression. Since the other party was calm, he would not appear arrogant, and just smiled sincerely:

"Well done, Miss Morgan."

With three heroic spirits and the most perfect plan, he was forced to the last step, exhausting all the Command Spells, this witch can be called the most powerful enemy in five years.

Jealousy and vitality dissipated in Morgan, and she returned to her most rational state, nodding lightly:

"Thank you, but there will be stronger people looking for you in the future. The road to destruction has already begun, and it is impossible to stop."

Following her heart, she said something she shouldn't have said before returning, but Rosen kept smiling when he heard the warning:

"Someone said that in the East five years ago, but unfortunately they are all cold."

"Five years ago?!" Morgan, who was originally calm, jumped violently. Those green eyes stared at Rosen, and after a while he shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"That's it, I've tried my best."

After being defeated by an impossible man, Morgan was finally relieved, and the last trace of dissatisfaction drifted away with the wind.

Rosen nodded, not wanting to insult the loser, he stretched out his thumb and pointed to the sky behind him, "Your sister and daughter are here, do you want to say goodbye?"

There were two black shadows flying in the sky, and Morgan flashed a very complicated emotion, like hatred and nostalgia, but he finally lowered his eyes.

"No need, let everything collapse."

A sturdy life does not need explanation. Morgan did not give King Arthur the opportunity to 'choose forgiveness'. Whether it was a thousand years ago or modern times, this woman does not need the understanding and sympathy of others.

"Really?" Rosen lit a cigarette and watched Morgan leave amid the smoke. The particles in the sky were so splendid that it always made people think differently.

She's a good woman, but unfortunately, it's too late.

When Morgan's body dissipated, the sound of landing came from behind him. Rosen turned around and smiled at the embarrassed father and son: "You come a step late, and you didn't have time to say goodbye to Morgan."

"Who wants to say goodbye to that woman!" Mordred frowned, his face gloomy.

The bear child is ignorant, but he also understands what he has done.No matter how disgusting Morgan is, the identity of 'mother' will never change.

Rosen understood the feeling of mother-killing, and just reached out and rubbed Mordred's head, but was thrown away irritably by the latter.

"Don't touch my head!"

"Clam? Didn't you enjoy it just now?"

"Who enjoyed it! Rosen, do you want to die once!?" The bear child was anxious, but there was a wave of weakness from his body, so he had to run to the side angrily.

There's no way, I can't teach this guy a lesson now, wait until I get a chance...and then come back!

Rosen smiled as he watched the bear child run away, his eyes retracted, and he nodded to the sluggish King Arthur: "Your Majesty, I made you laugh, this child is too willful."

The tone contained a hint of pampering, as if hitting Mordred's 'birth father' in the face.

No matter how King Arthur doesn't understand people's hearts, it's a little strange, but he didn't think too much, just frowned and said: "Mordred is different from before."

Of course it's different. With an indifferent father like you, the old bear always had to wear the mask of an heir, and now it's her nature.

Rosen ridiculed in his heart, and at the same time was a little irritable. The king who was devoted to his country was a disaster for his family.

Sure enough, the king quickly put his personal affairs aside, pointed to the center of the big pit and said, "Is Morgan dead like this?"

"The dead can't die again. No one in this world can resist the liberation of the double Noble Phantasm just now."

"So it is." After cutting off the fetters from a thousand years ago, King Arthur's face was also a little sad, but it was replaced by firmness in an instant. She put away the holy sword, bent over and gave a knightly salute: "Lord Rosen, this time all the rely on you!"

Without Rosen, there would be no Mordred, and without the two of them, King Arthur would have long since become a corpse, so it is reasonable to salute him.

Rosen nodded unceremoniously, looking at the tragic state of King Arthur, and knowing that today was not a good time to chat.

"Then please go down and finish the finishing work. Morgan is dead, and this time the magic tide can't make any waves."

"Okay! Then please go to rest, Lord Rosen, and see you after the war!" The country was still in dire straits, and King Arthur didn't want to delay even a second.

After the scabbard was unsealed, the king's body recovered very quickly, and he strode towards London with the holy sword in his hand. Rosen watched her back disappear into the night with a smile.