Hellish Affairs

When it was gathering magic power and finding a balance point to strike the king, the dragon suddenly felt that it was stabbing Mordred vertically.

Mordred suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the humble king fell extremely fast——

Like a burning meteorite, Bei Wang is getting closer and closer to Mordred, and can even feel the temperature of the burning surface...

The wind blew her hair up in an instant, she was not timid, and she knew that her sword was still far from killing the humble king. Mordred gritted his teeth and squeezed all the strength in her body, and she spat out a mouthful of blood——

"do not underestimate me!"

Mordred gathered his magic power into his holy sword—as a standard knight, Mordred was already ready to die, with just one sword—

Must help Joyas!

She raised the sword high, closed her eyes, and concentrated her magic power. The temperature of the humble king had already burned her hair, but when she closed her eyes, she saw a blue figure from behind——

"Artoria!!!!" A familiar voice called a name she had never heard before, and Mordred saw Joyas suddenly abandoning the back of the humble king who had finally climbed up, and appeared in front of her ——

Immediately the holy sword came out and smashed together.

Chapter 049 Ex-Calibur! ! !

The continuous release of magic power was released like a torrent, and at the same time directly blocked the temperature of Bei Wang, Bailong was slashed head-on, and quickly retreated, letting out a long cry because of the pain.

As the last mysterious humble king of Britain, he was hit hard and had to retreat——

Joyas grabbed the injured Mordred and fell to the side. The blood from the injured king fell to the ground and exploded immediately.

"Are you alright, Artoria!" Joyas saw a hair on the head of 'Artoria' who was pushed down by him also popped out.

"Hiss..." 'Artoria' took a breath because of the pain, then raised his head to look at Joyas with an anxious face. He called himself Artoria?

Who is that?Although it shouldn't be a problem to think about it at this time, she really wants to know.

and many more?Through Joyas' clear and anxious eyes, Arthur's appearance was revealed, could it be Arthur?

The purpose of Joyas finally climbing behind the humble king is over, but Artoria cannot be said, and theoretically Arthur is not so weak.

I had no choice but to say: "It's too dangerous, you go to the side first."

Mordred froze for a moment, and then the pain in her shoulder woke her up instantly. She knew that it was Merlin's illusion that made her body and everything exactly like Artoria.

"Joyas..." said Mordred, "I am..."

Wait, wouldn't I be a little ashamed if I said that?Originally, I came to help, but now I am being held back by others, and I have exposed myself to save Joyas... I feel a little ashamed when I think of saying that I want to save Joyas in front of thousands of people...

"I, I'm here to help you..."

Joyas glanced at 'Artoria' strangely. Artoria's fighting weapons should be a holy gun and a holy sword, but now the gun is gone.

But he didn't have time to think too much, the only one who could appear on this battlefield was Artoria.

But this expression, and this movement...

"Maud...Red?" Joyas asked cautiously.

Mordred frowned, spit out a mouthful of blood, pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "Ha, haha, you found out?"

"Why are you dressing up as Artoria..."

Artoria, Artoria, Arturia... Are you two already familiar?You can pronounce my father's boudoir name more smoothly than I do.Although she thought so in her heart, Mordred didn't say it out. This was a rare situation where she didn't say what she was thinking.

"I……"

"Ah, needless to say." Joyas raised his hand to stop Mordred, "Merlin asked you to dress up as Artoria to stabilize the army, right, and then you left the soldiers and ran over to help me busy?"

Mordred nodded, "It's not that I left the soldiers behind, it's because I don't think it's possible. You really can't do it without this king."

"...Thank you, Mordred." Joyas looked at the humble king, smiled and said to Mordred: "For a long time, no one has treated me so well. It is really you, Britannia The future king..."

"Hey..." Mordred felt strange, and then changed the subject with some embarrassment: "Wait, wait, don't praise me like that..."

"Why come to save me? Mordred..." Joyas asked.

"There is no particular reason, you said before, I am the king, right?" Mordred smiled bitterly, his mouth was stained red with blood, "I am pretending to be Arthur now, many people call me king, but want to I think it was better when you called me back then..."

"..."

"Those guys called me king because I was pretending to be Arthur," Mordred said because of the blood in her throat, and she was a little slurred when she spoke, but she suddenly felt that there was something she had to say clearly... before fighting Morgan My old wounds are also starting to ache...

"But I know...Joyas called me from the bottom of my heart." Mordred coughed twice, Joyas looked at her quietly, and continued: "...It turns out that Arthur said that knights are to protect I just existed, I became a knight because I respected you..."

Hearing Mordred's words, Joyas Pendragon's breath stagnated.

"why?"

Mordred raised the corners of his mouth in a difficult and chic way——

"Because of you at that time, humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, honesty, justice...you are a true knight."

"..."

Joyas took a deep breath, and then, like a sigh, he had to admit frankly: "It's not like this, Mordred, the current me who calls you the king, proud, nameless, cowardly, dull, Hypocritical, extreme, like all human beings..."

"..."

The Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur, Mordred, and the whole of Britain...they are all more brilliant than me...

Arturia's words came back to his ears again, he misunderstood Arturia with his narrow eyes, he thought Artoria was as stubborn as the strand of blond hair on her head, but she didn't at all—

[I just want my country to land smoothly and let her destroy with a smile. 】

"Holy Sword Maker..." Bai Long fell to the ground, his eyes kept bleeding, flowing out like magma.

"I'll give you another chance to regain my son's appearance and be the king of the new Kingdom of Britain... You must be a king to save Britain... No, forget it, you don't have the talent to be a king at all."

"I really don't have talent...I'm not even a knight..." Joyas pushed Mordred away, and then slowly stood up, "Everyone is more brilliant than me..."

"Mordred," he said, "will you help me a little against the White Dragon's attack?"

"Of course, don't worry, Joyas, I'm strong." Mordred endured the severe pain and immediately stood up from the ground.

"Joyas doesn't have the talent to be a king, and neither do you!" Mordred pointed his sword at Vortigern.

"For the sake of the so-called rebirth, the destruction of Britain into a 'new country', and those new countries are full of zombies, what kind of crazy idea is this, regardless of King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table, and the people living on this land , will be killed by you, and even played with the corpse..."

"I, Mordred, will never allow it!!"

Joyas watched as Mordred rushed towards the humble king fearlessly—

King Bei pondered, looking up at the dark sky, the time has come...

【When he becomes a king or a hero, that is the hope of Britain...】

"I've found the hope of bringing Britain back to life..." Bei Wang yelled, his body was too big, maybe he just whispered, but he was as powerful as a row across the sea——

Standing on both feet, the humble king ignored Mordred at all, but gathered his own hammer with magic power, pointing to the sky——

Mordred rushed to the humble king, Joyas picked up his holy sword, removed Avalon's scabbard, and saw the golden blade.

"I, Joyas Pendragon—"

"arrogant."

"nameless."

"Selfish."

"cowardice."

"Stupid."

"hypocritical."

"extreme."

"..."

Joyas closed his eyes, and golden starlight ignited all over his body... These starlights all came from the magic power of the whole of Britain.

"Even for someone like me..." Joyas whispered...

The humble king raised the hammer, and a merciless cannon shot hit Mordred. Smoke rose, and Mordred suffered a heavy blow. Vortigern didn't care about Mordred at all, and the humble king's hammer seemed to be listening. When some kind of order was received, a black iron rod came from the outer space above the dome——

"Just use this hammer to smash through Britain..."

"You old man... go to the ground soon!" Mordred shouted loudly.

Hearing someone calling him, the King looked down and saw Mordred appearing from the smoke, dripping with blood... One eye was tightly closed, and Merlin's illusion couldn't be maintained anymore, and it began to disintegrate. The rest of Mordred, whose armor was half blown——

"A mere substitute..." King Bei raised his dragon claw, and a ball of light appeared——

"Even for someone like me..."

Mordred yelled Joyas' name until he was hoarse, as if he could feel even the dead soul.

Joyas repeated, and Mordred's shout came in his ear, he knew that he didn't come to stop the king just because he held the position of 'son'...

Because he is not the son of the humble king, he is him, a selfish and cowardly person...an ordinary human being.

The magic power of the king of the British shrouded the entire British Isle, and he swallowed the light of the entire British Isle——

"Not yet, I can still fight..." Mordred said with difficulty.

"Emperor of Eternal Night... Devour the light... the glory of the millennium, burn it." The king began to chant Devour the light, breaking through the giant iron bones of Britain, that was his real weapon, used to sink British weapons.

"Even someone like me... wants to draw his sword at the end of the world."

[The collection of magic power is completed——]

[Question——]

[Isn't this a battle with elves? 】

"Yes."

[This is to fight someone stronger than yourself? 】

"Yes."

[This is a fight for survival? 】

"Yes."

[This is not a battle against humanity? 】