24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

Although he always said that Iskandar was an unreliable heroic spirit, he actually relied on Iskandar in his heart.

"It seems that he really retreated..."

"It's a bit strange. Logically speaking, with Mordred's speed, if he had rushed over with all his strength, he should have arrived by now."

"Did you be delayed by something?"

Iskandar is very confident in his judgment. He has seen Mordred's movement with his own eyes, and there is a branch river nearby that is not very shallow. With that thick surfboard, Mordred couldn't be slower.

"Ah ah, it's a good thing she didn't come... We can't conflict with the Knights of the Round Table anymore now!"

After packing his things and preparing to leave this exposed manor, Webbert said with some collapse.

If Mordred really arrived at the scene, he might have another fight with Iskandar.

At present, the King of Conqueror's chariot has not yet completed self-repair. This is the so-called lack of continuous combat capability.

"Hahaha! You really know how to joke."

"Only fighting can make people's blood boil!"

"How can men be afraid of fighting? We are creatures that can grow between life and death."

"Believe me, next time, my chariot will break through Mordred and her waves in one go!"

Back inside the building, Iskandar laughed and argued against Webbert's idea.

"Hey, Master, it's time to raise the level of that heroic spirit."

He pulled Weber who was loading things into his backpack, pressed the master's head to his chest, and said something secretly.

After experiencing battles with Mordred and Jack the Ripper, the Conqueror finally understood the importance of heroic spirit levels.

Although it won't be a decisive factor in the battle, it will still have an impact on the battle situation.

"Don't worry, except for Daying and Dayan, the world is now full of monsters running around in other countries."

"Once you leave the British Isles, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to improve your level."

"Okay, okay, stop squeezing my shoulders and help me pack my luggage! The official people are definitely on the way."

Webbert said helplessly as he pushed Iskandar away angrily.

Why are you still talking nonsense when you're running against time to retreat?

This guy is indeed an unreliable heroic spirit.

122. Mordred is dreaming

At the same time, at a node in the Fog City underground waterway, a group of men in black were busy working.

The dark packages were opened one by one, and the bloody corpses were exposed to the air.

These workers covered their entire bodies with masks and hoods, and wore sunglasses that made their eyes invisible even in the dim underground space. Their protective work was absolutely watertight.

On the ground, the strange and evil sacrificial circle was emitting a faint red light, and the scene seemed to be intimidating as if it was summoning some evil god's ritual.

"Okay, all the goods that arrived today are in place."

A tall man in black clapped his gloved palms and looked around to confirm that every corpse was where it should be and that nothing unplanned had happened.

The biggest fear when doing this kind of thing is that the goods will disappear, because you don't know if she lost it accidentally or if she got up and took a walk.

"Really, I have to work overtime at three in the morning. I can't survive in this world."

A man in black complained that he used to sit in the office and drink tea. Who would have thought that after being assigned to the secret department, he would have to be on call all day long and basically have no rest time.

"If you have any opinions, you can raise them to Her Majesty the Queen. The triple salary given to you is not just for fun."

Glancing coldly at the complainer, the captain of the man in black's tone was as cold as a blade.

No one dared to say anything more now. They all worked hard to clean up the scene and began to prepare for evacuation.

Watching his subordinates collect the scattered body bags and clean up the traces of movement along the way, the captain found a hidden corner and began to report the progress of the work to his superiors.

"Hello, Ms. M, this is the principal of the kindergarten. We have delivered today's meals in advance."

He is a secret agent directly under the MI[-] in Da Ying, and he specializes in doing some shameful things for this country.

But this kind of job right now, even in the secret service world where everyone has dark and heavy secrets, can be considered a sensational one.

"Well done, the children are very happy. Please hurry up and leave the cafeteria."

A mechanical, cold female voice came from across the headset.

Reports and commands are simple, but the simpler they are, the easier they are to execute.

After confirming that the action was effective, the captain called on his subordinates to leave the sewer platform quickly.

They go in a hurry because they know.

If there are adults watching when the children eat, then the adults will also become a part of the children's bellies.

Putting down the receiver, the old queen of the Great Empire stared closely at the tablet computer with a black screen.

"A child crying late at night is a bit too exciting for an old woman in her seventies or eighty..."

No one wants to sign a contract with Jack the Ripper, but anyone with eyes knows that Jack the Ripper is a powerful force.

They are not willing to pay the life of the noble magician, but it is still possible to find some fresh blood food to feed those resentful spirits.

After thinking for a long time, the old queen picked up the old-fashioned phone in front of her and dialed a number from the outside world.

"Hello, Ms. M, is there anything I can help you with?"

The phone was quickly connected, and a woman's voice greeted her kindly.

"Is there any news about the American guy you asked to find? I need more and better goods."

The old queen said in a deep voice that she couldn't wait any longer. Mordred dared to set off huge waves in the Thames today, and tomorrow he dared to blow up the garden fountain of the Queen's Palace.

If we continue to allow the influence of the Knights of the Round Table to spread, someone else will be in charge of the Great Empire.

"Mr. Tromin's asking price is a bit high. According to our judgment, there is still some room for negotiation."

The woman on the other side of the phone said awkwardly, as the other party's conditions were quite outrageous.

"It's called Tromin..."

Information about this man flashed through the old queen's mind. He was a big capitalist in the United States, and his ancestors were once colonists in Great Britain, but these were not the most important.

This guy has a hobby, collecting babies who died from various reasons, and then making those things into specimens and preserving them.

It sounds very perverted, but perversion sometimes also has perverted uses.

"I can't care about that much anymore. Let's buy the goods first. If there is not enough, I will find a way."

He gave the other party an ultimatum and immediately hung up the phone.

The old queen lowered her head and tapped on the table, her expression very uncertain.

"Your Majesty, is this really good for us?"

After a long time, seeing the queen still sitting at the table, an old butler asked softly in the shadows.

It wasn't that he wanted to know the answer, but that he saw that the Queen needed someone to talk to.

"Jack the Ripper, although very evil, is at least something that can be controlled, and the Magician's Association and the nobles are extremely afraid of them and stay away from them."

"As for Mordred, and the Knights of the Round Table she represents..."

"They represent justice, but it is not justice that our royal family can control. Those grassroots are now eagerly approaching Chairman Snow, just with the intention of knocking down the trees and scattering the hozens."

"Now, as long as the Holy Grail is full, I'm afraid this country will have a new queen."

The old queen sighed deeply. The candle on the table was swayed by the wind, making it seem a little bright and dim.

And in a neighborhood not far from the old queen's residence, this is where Mordred settled.

In order to curry favor with Mordred, the nobles specially placed her in such a special area, which meant that anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

"Hey! Merlin! What the hell are you doing?"

Mordred was dreaming now, but it was indeed a very clear dream.

There was a magician in white robes in front of him, looking at him with a helpless smile.

"Don't be so angry, I saved your life."

Because he entered Utopia, Merlin's body could no longer appear in reality, but under the premise of this dream, he could still come out for a little air.

"Huh? Stop talking nonsense. Who can hurt my life?"

It's not Mordred's boasting, she is now the most experienced heroic spirit on earth, having cut all the way from the Fog City to the Isle of Man without even taking a breath.

Those who are stronger than her can't get out of the way due to various restrictions, and those who are weaker than her, needless to say, can be tortured as much as they like.

"You should know that there is an unknown heroic spirit hidden in the shadow of the foggy city."

"Just now, she appeared and was fighting the Conqueror. Her real name is Jack the Ripper."

"That's an extremely restrained existence for you. If you were still Saber, things would be easier to handle, but with Rider's spiritual power now facing Jack the Ripper... I can only say that I have been eating well recently."

Merlin couldn't control the urge to roll his eyes at Mordred's confidence.

She is indeed the most powerful among the heroic spirits on earth who have released information, but the battle between heroic spirits also depends on the compatibility between them.

Mordred of the Saber class is the blood mother and Jack the Ripper, but now she has taken off her armor, lost the helmet that resists the curse, and has become the Rider class restrained by Assassin...

Just as Merlin said, if Mordred is under a full-scale special attack now, and if he forcibly touches Jack the Ripper, he'd better eat something good recently, maybe he won't be able to eat it in the future.

"Huh? Who knows what you're talking about?"

Mordred said with pain, what Merlin said was too profound, her little head couldn't understand it even if she was dizzy from the heat.

"Forget it, you just said that the heroic spirit hidden in the foggy city has appeared, right? Are you still fighting with the conquering king who is as strong as Gawain?"

"Hurry up, be quick and let me get out of the dream. I'm going to fuck her to pieces now."

"I just asked why there are no monsters to kill in this foggy city to upgrade. It must be that guy who is secretly cutting off Hu. Let me settle the accounts with her."

She was jumping on the spot angrily. When she heard that the Conquering King was fighting Jack the Ripper outside, her heart suddenly became hot.

Others are fighting and she is dreaming here. What do you think this is?

It's better to run over quickly and have a fierce fight with them.