Opening, a Star Cup

boom! !

Los Angeles... This famous city, which had been silent for less than 12 hours, was accompanied by a huge roar, and the nerves of countless people tensed up instantly.

Many people who took a lunch break were awakened from their sleep.

At this time... a big hole was broken in a wall of the hotel, and thick white smoke billowed out from the hole.

For a moment, countless passers-by on the street raised their heads in astonishment. Looking at the top floor that seemed to have been bombed and the white smoke rising above, they couldn't help but stop.

"what happened?!"

"Explosion... Explosion! Terrorist attack?!"

"...Is it still a fire or a leakage?!"

... Wow!

Immediately afterwards, the whole street became noisy.

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boom! ! 'History' seems to reappear.

The hotel was bombed again, and this time it was not a righteous partner who was causing trouble, but the powerful destructive force caused by the release of pure magic power.

"Ahem! Bastard! Are you trying to kill my concubine?!" Shocked! !Anshela yelled angrily.Her little face was stained with splashes of cement lime, and she got up from the floor in embarrassment.

A large hole appeared where he had been lying down.

Such a development was completely unexpected by the ancestors.Her body was devastated, and her young limbs were covered with countless red and black scars.The goddess who has lost her power can only dodge like a human being.

It was just such a slight movement, using a little bit of divine power... the body felt like a tearing pain, beyond the load...

Already on the verge of the limit, the young body's chest was heaving violently, the goddess was gasping for breath, the evil look of the witch who had done all the evil things was no longer visible on her face, the dignity of the god was actually wiped away by the coldness of the 'river' as early as yesterday .

After completely ripping off the face and the disguise of this young god, Ansheila's face now only has a pitiful look of death and a trace of indiscernible panic.

Anshela's tone is very aggressive... not as strong as she showed when she first appeared.

Compared with [God], she looks more like an ordinary, weak human young girl at this time.

"You...Master, she is—" Xiao Mo's eyes widened, looking at such a 'fragile' goddess, Wang Jian, who originally wanted to continue swinging, hesitated a little.Fighting a seriously injured goddess is completely different from killing a powerless human being.

As a knight, you usually like to pay attention to fair and fair battles.Although Xiao Mo's thinking is not so rigid compared to the knights of that era; but... even the girl who is called the "Rebellious Knight" has chivalry...she still has some.

"Sure enough...the air floating on your body...the seal of the dragon and snake has been broken." He didn't reply to Xiao Mo immediately, and stood in front of Xiao Mo in vain, and didn't want Xiao Mo to continue to attack the goddess.

But the action of Master standing in front of her surprised Xiao Mo...

"Wait, Master! You idiot... don't be careless, you are a goddess after all, come behind me!" Xiao Mo said in a slightly hasty and dissatisfied tone, speaking very fast.

"...It's really gentle! It's not like the words that the 'rebel' would say. Mordred...Compared with the description of you in history; sure enough, I'm still more inclined to—" "Truth" needs to be verified with eyes and ears." Kong said indifferently, with a trace of undisguised appreciation mixed in his tone, and at the same time turned his head and smiled faintly.

Clearly knowing everything, but pretending to be a real ordinary 'magician', Kong at this time seems to be an incarnation of the "King of Movies".That half-truth, half-false sincerity.

Even Mordred was taken aback by the bewildering demeanor and smile.

"I..." Xiao Mo's body was slightly stiff and she didn't know how to reply to the master's words.

Did you recognize her character? !

Mordred knows what kind of infamy and infamy he bears in history.

Created the death of King Arthur with one hand, and forced the eternal and merciful king to the end with his own hands.

As long as she closes her eyes, she will feel deep despair. In her mind... the final battle, and the scene of witnessing her father being cornered by herself made her feel so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

She just wanted to get the king's approval, like a rebellious daughter who acted out of anger because she couldn't get her father's love.but until the end

Even though Wang was forced into that situation, the other party was unwilling to say a word, admitting that she was the other party's 'son'.

Obviously, as long as a small promise is enough.She will love and support that great king forever.It was because she could not get the king's approval all the time, and her "despair" drove her to rebel against the king in the rear when King Arthur conquered France.

She wants to use her strength to prove that she is qualified to inherit the throne and the status of the son of King Arthur.

however

Even at the moment when he pierced the king with his sword, there was no trace of regret on King Arthur's face.Mordred can't forget that plainness to this day.

It is such a rebel, a betrayer, and even a symbol of infidelity that is not recognized by the king-an unrecognized heir.It is normal for such a self to be wary and cold-eyed by the Master.

What's going on with this man—! !

I've only been with her for less than three days, and I seem to see through her completely.

Mordred suddenly felt a little flustered, and she yelled unusually dissatisfied, as if trying to hide her emotions, her tone was extremely hasty and dissatisfied.

"Then... what is that saying?! Don't talk to yourself, you bastard! I am the rebel who killed King Arthur with my own hands!... just protecting you out of a master-slave relationship, that is not gentle! "

"...King Arthur? Cough cough." The god ancestor Anxiela on the side just watched the communication between the two silently, and did not put on the haughty appearance before. Her body does not support her to do anything now.

Even if it moves a little, it will frown, as if torn apart.

Anshela noticed the names mentioned by the two, for the gods...

Especially for the ancestors, goddesses, and gods of dragons and snakes, it was an extremely unfriendly name.

King of Red Dragons, King of Eternity, King of Knights Arthur Pendragon.