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"Ugh..."

With a groan, Mordred turned into a stream of light and fell into the yellow sand.

She collided with and bounced off the ground several times, obviously suffering a big loss in this duel.

"You actually attacked me with that kind of posture, you're just a fool, right?"

The King of Skeletons is more than ten meters tall. He looks like a tall giant. Coupled with the extremely magical dead fire bone horse under his crotch, the power he can exert is beyond imagination.

And Mordred jumped up to attack him, but of course he would be swatted away like a mosquito.

"The truth is here. Even a skeleton knows that Mordred is a fool."

"Logically speaking, this guardian of the Gate of Babylon may be the most powerful being among Darius III's undead cavalry. It is the tombkeeper of the Queen of Assyria."

"It's a bit unbelievable. No wonder he is so strong."

Seeing Mordred deflated, the audience in the BB live broadcast room couldn't bear it, but they could only say some sarcastic remarks.

For these innocent viewers, there is no sense of participation in what happened in the Middle East at all, and the fate of mankind seems to have nothing to do with mankind itself.

"Woo...poof..."

"What kind of monster is this? It's so powerful..."

Turning over and getting up from the yellow sand, Mordred had blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

When she was hit by the giant lance, she felt as if she had been hit by a dump truck, returning to the aftermath of a car accident that only ordinary people could experience.

Stars were flying in front of him, and breathing was as painful as drowning.

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If it weren't for its tenacious vitality and the fact that the Holy Grail was constantly repairing the injuries in its body, it would have been possible for him to have returned to the Throne of Heroes after receiving this blow head-on.

"The only thing that can stand in front of the king's army is another king's army."

Actuating the Deathfire Bone Horse, the King of Bones strolled in front of Mordred, raising the astonishing giant lance in his hand high.

"And you are far from qualified."

Seeing the spear stabbing him, and the words of judgment ringing in his ears, Mordred stood up in vain and raised his surfboard in an attempt to defend himself, but anyone with eyesight could see that it was useless.

The giant-like King of Skeletons pressed down with his lance, and the thin girl bit her lip stubbornly and unwillingly. The first victim of this battle of heroic spirits was about to appear.

At this moment, Mordred recalled it again.

Heroic spirits will die on the battlefield.

148. Mordred’s death

On the battlefield in the Middle East, the situation of the heroic spirits on the human side is very bad.

Tens of millions of undead creatures began to riot, and the huge number completely occupied the entire desert.As the strongest among the undead, the King of Bones also defeated the alliance between Mordred and Spartacus, and was about to kill the Knights of the Round Table, known as the savior of mankind.

In the BB live broadcast room, billions of human beings held their breath and watched in despair as the lance stabbed down.

They screamed, cursed, and hated.

Mordred was a hero who saved countless people. Everyone felt extremely sad and intolerable when they saw her being severely injured.

Especially the citizens of Great Britain, they regard Mordred as the spiritual symbol of their country, and look forward to Camelot reappearing in the world and making Britain shine all over the world again.

But also in Daying, there was a respected old man who looked excitedly at the scene in the BB live broadcast room and clenched his hands involuntarily.

This was in a manor in the countryside, and the old queen of the Great Empire grinned loudly.

"Die! Die! You bastard, Mordred, go back to the Throne of Heroes!"

If his rude and pitiable appearance were seen by the people of the Great Empire, I don't know how serious the disaster of public opinion would be.

But the old queen can't control so much now. She just wants to see Mordred die, and the Knights of the Round Table get as far away as possible.

"When I return to the Queen's Palace... all of you rebels will die!!!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the old queen no longer had the kind and kindly polite temperament she had when she met Mordred.

But considering the betrayal she suffered, this was understandable.

Just some time ago, when Mordred decided to go to the battlefield in the Middle East, the cabinet first used its power to take away the command of the Royal Integrity Knights' troops that the old queen had left to herself.

The reason is that these reinforced soldiers were left by Merlin and should not be privately occupied by the royal family. They should go to the battlefield as the pride of the Great Empire.

"Beast! Scum! Despicable pig!"

When the old queen thought of those cabinet ministers using high-sounding reasons to turn her own bodyguards into expeditionary forces, the anger in her chest surged wildly and uncontrollably.

But the matter did not end here. After the nobles saw that the queen's power had been greatly weakened, they even took advantage of it.

After Mordred returns this time, the Holy Grail will summon the Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur, and Her Majesty the Queen will make way for the new ruler of Britain who is coming.

...Using those ridiculous slogans, he rebelliously persuaded the royal family to make room for the Royal Palace and the Queen's Palace, and then semi-forcefully placed the old Queen under house arrest in this country manor.

"How dare they force me into the palace...Have they forgotten who brought the glory of the Empire on which the sun never sets! How dare they ask me to prepare an abdication ceremony..."

Now that she thinks of those guys who once knelt down to her and suggested with false smiles that she take off the crown, the old queen still feels dizzy.

But no matter how angry she was, the imperial family, which had lost its fate, could no longer maintain its status.

Wait until Mordred returns triumphantly from the Middle East, wait until King Arthur and her Knights of the Round Table are summoned, wait until Camelot reappears in the world...

Britain is about to change its master.

"Huh, but now, you can't wait until the day when the new master comes..."

Watching in the BB live broadcast room, the King of Skeletons raised his lance high and pierced Mordred's body without mercy, the old queen showed a proud sneer on her face.

She is still Her Majesty the Queen who rules over the vast expanse of waves...

"Hey! What's going on!"

Just when she was about to yell and prepare to eat, Mordred, who was about to die, was pushed away from the side.

A twisted figure stood in front of the deadly lance, giving Mordred some breathing time.

It's Spartacus!That inhuman guy who was trampled by the undead cavalry from the very beginning!

"Asshole! Get out of the way! Let that incestuous bastard die!"

Something unexpected happened, and the old queen's expectations were dashed. She almost screamed crazily, and couldn't help but smash the table in front of her with her palms.

The tablet computer, tea and snacks fell to the ground with a clang. The chaotic and harsh sound made the old woman who had lost her mind wake up a little.

"Mordred...Mordred...Mordred..."

With trembling hands, the old queen muttered the name that appeared in her ears like a nightmare.

"Why don't you die? Go die quickly. Everything will be restored to its original state after you die..."

Shivering, the old woman took out two things from her arms.

One is a dry hand bone. The hand bone is unusually slender and thin, just like the hand bones of a newborn or even unborn baby.

One is a purple skin care product, which is surrounded by deep purple magic power and has dense and detailed magic symbols engraved on it.

"Your Majesty, have you made your decision?"

At this time, the old housekeeper's voice finally sounded from the side.

He didn't speak when the old queen mumbled to herself, and he didn't speak when the old queen knocked over the table. But when the old queen wanted to take the final step, as the queen's shadow, he had to speak.

"No matter the cost...regardless of the cost..."

With each word, the old queen's cloudy eyes became fierce.

"No one... can take away what belongs to me, unless I die..."

Britain can only have one master, and that is Elizabeth II.

Two messages came from this country manor, and the two heroic spirits received the same request.

In the shadow of the foggy city, Jack the Ripper raised her head, and she felt many of her companions, who were all abandoned children like her.

"The Jacks...are homeless..."

Little Jack looked into the distance in confusion, seeing countless dead babies floating in the sky.

They were laughing, crying, dumbfounded, helpless and confused.

"Do you want to accept them?"

"Can little Jack protect them?"

"Is it really possible?"

She asked softly, as if she wanted to get someone's consent.

"If these hundreds of thousands of homeless Jacks are absorbed again, Little Jack's unique skill of erasing intelligence will not only deteriorate, but disappear completely... Is that okay?"

"Uh-huh……"

She nodded, her ignorant look very pitiful.

"It won't hurt, because Jacks are all good boys, so they will become little Jack's strength..."

"The Noble Phantasm: Dark Mist City will be sublimated and become a stronger A-level barrier Noble Phantasm..."

"Isn't it true that it won't cause trouble to mom... That would be fine..."

After a brief exchange with Xia Xun, little Jack walked out of the shadows and stood on the streets of the foggy city.

And in the sky, the souls of dead babies wander aimlessly.

As if they had felt a call, they noisily gathered towards Little Jack, swarming into the dark fog surrounding Little Jack.

"Be good, be good, line up one by one~"

Little Jack softly comforted these dead souls, looking at the children who had been collected from all over the world and who had not yet been born or who had been abandoned or even killed as soon as they were born.

"Really? Yes, half of our companions are still imprisoned..."

"If you want to release them, you must kill Mordred..."

Turning his head and looking at the nearly 50 dead souls densely packed in front of him, little Jack couldn't imagine that there were only half of them here.

If you want to free the other taxidermied babies, you must kill the Knight of the Round Table, Mordred, as requested.