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

"Damn...still making sarcastic remarks here..."

"Detoxify me quickly!"

Mordred yelled angrily as his heart beat faster and faster.

The toxins were eroding her internal organs, and bursts of severe pain came from her body.

"This is a toxin made by the witch of the gods. It is very difficult to get rid of it..."

"If you could still use the command spell, there might be hope, but Medea saw this, so the poison also blocked the master's authority."

"It's a bit difficult to handle. Let me help you regain your strength first."

Even though he was as calm as Merlin, his voice now sounded anxious.

As his voice fell, a breeze mixed with pink petals blew by, and Mordred's condition recovered visibly.

The Flower Magician is good at healing injuries. Although it only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause, it finally alleviates Mordred's urgent need.

175.Human malice

With Merlin's action, Mordred's condition was greatly relieved in a short period of time.

Although the toxin produced by Medea cannot be quickly eliminated, it can be regarded as restoring part of the mobility.

"You bastard!"

With red eyes, Mordred stared at the knight captain solemnly.

Her anger had materialized into magic power and surged out, and her whole body was surrounded by extremely violent magic power.

During this period of fighting together with the Sovereign Knights in the Middle East, I finally accumulated some trust and goodwill, but now all those things have disappeared.

"...The entire army retreats! Covered by firepower network!"

Seeing Mordred stepping forward angrily, a lot of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the solemn knight captain.

While he was directing his subordinates to shoot, he had already begun to retreat towards the rear.

Everyone can see that this plot has completely angered Mordred, as evidenced by the menacing appearance of wanting to tear him into pieces.

"Sir Mordred, don't pursue..."

Just when Mordred was about to beat the shit out of the solemn knight captain against the hail of bullets, Merlin's voice dissuaded him.

"He's just a bait and a pawn. The real threats to you are coming soon."

"Your current condition is very bad. It's better to evacuate the scene first."

"It's best to meet up with Iskandar or Lu Bu."

Merlin's suggestion stunned Mordred, and even this brief gap made her mood ease a little.

Since the other party can use the toxin specially made by Medea to deal with them, it means that the witch of the gods is standing behind them. This is a confirmed fact.

But what Merlin just said was that multiple enemies might arrive, which meant that there would be many heroic spirits coming to surround him immediately.

"Who are you...? Who is the person instigating you behind the scenes? What is your purpose?"

The enemy might have multiple Heroic Spirits, and this terrible information surprised Mordred.

But who is going to harm her, and who is the mastermind behind Captain Sovereign Knight, these are things that she cares about very much.

"Hey……"

Seeing that his persuasion was useless, Merlin sighed helplessly.

But the solemn knight captain laughed, looking crazy and arrogant.

"Hahahaha, what qualifications do you have to ask me questions?"

"You are just a monster who appeared out of nowhere. Do you really think you are a Knight of the Round Table, the son of King Arthur, or Mordred?"

"Stop joking! It's just a monster! Do you know how many humans have died tragically because of the appearance of monsters like you!"

He yelled and cursed ferociously, the flames of jealousy and hatred burning in his eyes.

"Asshole...madman!"

Mordred couldn't stand being so insulted anymore.

Relying on the illusion defense exerted by Merlin, she rushed forward against the firepower of the solemn knights, and kicked the captain of the solemn knights mercilessly in the chest, and a clear sound of bone cracking could be heard.

The man who was already a little crazy hit a few water floats on the gravel ground, and was directly blasted more than ten meters away. The painful wails instantly replaced the curses.

"Say quickly! Who ordered you to poison me! Who is cooperating with Medea!"

Before the matter was over, Mordred rushed forward quickly and stepped on the solemn knight captain who had weird distortions all over his body. He put force on his feet and asked at the same time.

"Hehehe..."

"……you guess?"

The collapse of the sternum caused severe pain. Rolling on the ground caused almost all of his limbs to break. Blood gushed out from all the seven orifices of the solemn knight captain. The angry blow from the heroic spirit was not something that humans could bear head-on. However, this serious injury fell to the ground. The man still sneered.

"Do you really think...I don't dare to kill you?"

Moving away from the foot on the other man's chest, Mordred aimed at the man's head.

If the man continued to be stubborn, she might as well shoot him in the head.

"..."

The noisy battlefield became a little quiet at this moment. At some point, there was no noise from the undead creatures around, and the solemn knights also stopped shooting.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Mordred pressed his surfboard against the solemn knight captain's head.

The threat of death is imminent, and if you don't tell the truth, there is no use keeping it.

"...I am from the Dayang Home Fleet, and I once served as the Coast Guard."

"I was a pilot on a bombing mission during the White Dragon Incident on the Isle of Man."

"And my hometown...is the Isle of Man."

Perhaps because he lost his pride in the face of death, the solemn knight captain said with a hoarse throat and some choking.

"Don't think I don't know. You so-called heroic spirits are just like those monsters killing people everywhere. They are all monsters that appear at the same time!"

When he said this, he struggled angrily again.

"Because of the appearance of abnormal things like you! How many humans have died! Even my hometown has been destroyed!"

A hoarse cry came from the man's throat, making Mordred take a step back in fear.

She can kill people and kill monsters, but...she is still a girl at heart, she has not experienced too much hardship, and she is still in the black and white mentality of the world.

Bad people can also cry and break down, which she cannot understand.

"At that time, I watched the white dragon trample the Isle of Man, and piece after piece of land was trampled under the sea..."

"Machine guns, rockets, bombs... all attacks are ineffective against Vortigern. I can only watch my hometown being destroyed step by step."

"My daughter, my son, my wife, my parents... they are all on the island..."

Mordred retreated, but Captain Sovereign Knight chased after him.

He crawled desperately, stretching out his twisted arms to try to catch Mordred.

"Why! Why don't you save them!"

Mordred was a little at a loss. She stood there stupidly, with millions of emotions in her mind that she wanted to vent, but when it came to her mouth, nothing came out.

"Mordred! Knights of the Round Table! Do you know how happy I was when I saw you appear! How I hope you can defeat the white dragon and save the Isle of Man!"

"But you couldn't do it! Your attack didn't work on Bailong either!"

The man cried bitterly, his face covered with snot and tears.

"But what's even more disgusting is... after Bailong flattened half of the Isle of Man, you took out the sword of salvation..."

"What a savior! What a sword of salvation! What on earth did you save!"

"My entire family is dead! All the 10,000+ residents of the Isle of Man are dead!"

"If you have a way to defeat Bailong! Why don't you show it out from the beginning!"

The solemn knight captain beat Mordred's calf in vain. He was obviously a tall and thick man, but he was crying like a child.

"I……"

Mordred wanted to explain that she was determined to die before activating the red dragon's heart to fight against the white dragon, but even so she was still unable to fight against Vortigern.

The final solution to the White Dragon Disaster was due to Alaya's intervention, and the arrival of the crowned Saber's power was unexpected.

However, the words came to my lips and I couldn't say them.

She was not an eloquent person to begin with, and she was even less able to speak coherently on such occasions.

"Monsters...are all monsters..."

"Whether it's a heroic spirit...whether it's a white dragon..."

"Since you appeared, the world has changed and become unreasonable..."

After venting hoarsely, the aura of the solemn knight captain became much weaker.

His throat was blocked by the continuous gush of plasma, and blood spurted out of his nose.

If the cardiopulmonary function is greatly damaged and cannot be treated within a short period of time, death is the only outcome.

"What heroes, what heroic spirits... they are just monsters who deceive the world and steal their reputation..."

The bloody palm slid down Mordred's calf weakly, and the solemn knight captain had already lost consciousness.

"So, do you all think of me this way?"

Instead of looking at the unconscious knight captain, Mordred raised his head and looked behind him.

There stood the solemn knights who had shot at her just now.

These well-trained soldiers lowered their heads, their eyes sometimes wandering and sometimes firm.

But it was obvious that the atmosphere of fear was spreading among the crowd, and no one spoke up for Mordred.

These people were carefully selected to have a malicious view of the Knights of the Round Table.