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Mordred's eyes lost their brightness. She looked at everything in front of her sadly and blankly, feeling that the world had become strange.

Fortunately, she still thinks that she is a hero of mankind and a savior who saved the world.

It turns out that in the eyes of these people, there are no Knights of the Round Table or successors to King Arthur. They look at themselves the same way they look at monsters.

Mordred's mind suffered an unprecedented blow. Even when he was unable to withstand the power load of the Red Dragon Heart and his spiritual base and spiritual core began to melt, it was not so painful.

"Sir Mordred! Don't believe their lies! You are the hero of all mankind!"

"Damn it! Are the people of the country all white-eyed wolves? Treating the Knights of the Round Table who saved their country like this, do you still want to kill people?"

"We are already storming the Capitol! Order these idiots to apologize to Lord Mordred! Who let these guys with ulterior motives go out with the army!"

"Mo Zai is too young after all. He can't handle this situation at all..."

"Where's Merlin! Merlin, help me!"

"Strange, why is there such a thick fog on the battlefield? There seems to be vague outlines of buildings around it?"

"Isn't this a desert in the Middle East? How can there be smoke and buildings!"

The audience in the BB live broadcast room loudly encouraged Mordred and wanted to cheer her up, but after all, this emotion could not be conveyed across the boundary between reality and virtuality.

And just when Mordred began to doubt himself, the battlefield environment in the Middle East desert quietly changed.

Gray mist quietly appeared from nowhere and enveloped the whole space.

176. Death of Mordred

Fog, overwhelming fog.

It was as if the world had been swallowed up by the mist, and there was no longer any light to capture in front of me.

Mordred stood there blankly, wondering what he had done wrong and why he had incurred that level of hatred.

Is everything I have done so far in vain? Is everything just my own wishful thinking?

Mordred, a hero or a monster?

"How long...how long are you going to play the role of a knight like this?"

A voice rang out from the vast white mist, which brought Mordred back to his senses from his dazed state.

"You are King Arthur's legitimate son...the king's clone that was copied with her life essence."

"That's what's called - fakes, backups..."

"Well...isn't it?"

"...My child, Mordred."

Soft and malicious voices kept coming from the fog. After hearing these words clearly, Mordred's eyes widened.

"...Yes, Queen Mother...?"

This voice is exactly the same as Morgan's.

But Mordred's intuition was very keen and he realized something was abnormal.

"That's it...that's what happened."

"It's impossible for my mother-in-law to say such things to me. Yours is a fake!"

"Get out of here! Medea!"

Unimaginable anger surged from Mordred's chest. She could not understand the hatred of others, but she felt unparalleled anger at the fact that someone dared to pretend to be Morgan and talk to her.

"Hey... I'm not Medea..."

"This is Jack, and this is Dark Twist."

"Someone told Jack that he only needs to kill you, my sister, and the little Jacks can return home..."

The crisp voice of children came from the fog, and the figure of Jack the Ripper emerged.

This is a pretty little girl, her limbs and body are very slender, only her head is a little extra big, and her pair of dark eyes are very smart and charming.

"You Assassin! I am really underestimated!"

Mordred couldn't figure out other things, but if there was an enemy in front of her, she should defeat it. She still had the ability to make simple logical judgments.

"Asshole! I'm going to kill you! You're already finished!"

Exploding lightning surged out of Mordred's body, and the magic was released almost instinctively.

Her body was instantly strengthened to the limit, and she flew towards Jack the Ripper with a kick.

After losing her sword as a weapon, surfboard swinging and flying kicks were her most common attack methods.

"Indeed...this is the end."

When Little Jack saw Mordred's offensive, he raised his brows and smiled, showing a lively expression.

She jumped back and nimbly avoided the flying kick, and at the same time her figure merged into the mist again.

"Eh...what?"

The enemy disappeared at an unimaginable speed, and Mordred did not even catch Jack the Ripper's movement.

"here is."

"Darkness."

"Fog."

"A-level, barrier-type Noble Phantasm."

"It's the place where little Jacks live."

"I, we, little Jacks, are everywhere."

Voices continued to come from all directions, and little Jack seemed to be teleporting constantly, speaking words in various places.

Street corners, roadsides, trash cans, windowsills, rooftops, and telephone poles.

Only then did Mordred realize that he was actually in a city, and a brand new world covered the desert of the Middle East.

This is the embodiment of the mental landscape, the real inherent boundary!

After being fed tens of thousands of dead infant souls and absorbing countless resentful spirits wandering in the world in the fog, Little Jack's Dark Fog Noble Phantasm has been sublimated several times in a row, growing from the original C level to the current A level.

It has gone from being able to create a special environment like a foggy night to a powerful barrier-type Noble Phantasm that pulls enemies into a real dark foggy city.

"when……"

Mordred ran forward a few steps, trying to catch Jack the Ripper.

But she didn't see the little girl, but she found a group of solemn knights lying on the ground.

"Hey! You..."

She just wanted these people to leave this dangerous place quickly, but the sharp senses of the heroic spirit made her discover a fact.

These solemn knights are already corpses.

"In the dark and foggy city, fog is also a weapon..."

The helpless mist suddenly condensed into a dagger, suddenly slashing towards Mordred's throat.

Fortunately, Mordred had advanced intuition and reacted the moment before the blade came, staggering back two steps to avoid this sneak attack.

"The fog here... is poisonous..."

Looking at the solemn knights who had lost their voice with an ugly expression, Mordred threw the surfboard in the direction where the dagger was stabbed, but no feedback of the hit object came back.

"Sister, are you still worried about others...?"

"You are about to be killed by Jack, right?"

Curious doubts sounded from very close behind Mordred, and without any thought Mordred kicked back.

Surprisingly, the blow actually hit.

Mordred looked back with a stiff face, and saw a skinny little girl standing there with a confused expression. Half of her body was beaten to pieces, but her eyes were clear.

"What the hell is going on! I don't understand!"

Fear spawned anger, and Mordred smashed the surfboard regardless, completely wiping out the infant soul.

But this was just the beginning. Undead children kept appearing in the mist.

They were either missing arms or legs, and there were obvious scars of violence all over their bodies. They stared at them with big eyes, confused and frightened.

"I, we."

"She, they."

"It's all Jack, Jack the Ripper."

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"For various reasons, they were abandoned by their parents or even persecuted to death."

"The ghosts of little Jacks."

Mordred looked around at Jack the Ripper in panic as if he was struck by lightning.

Never before had she felt the evil thoughts of human beings so clearly. Faced with the karmic consequences of human darkness, the young girl's childish mind was struck with waves.

"We are inflammation."

"We are the rain."

"We are the power."

"The killing is here."

"Our Lady of Disintegration"!

Taking advantage of Mordred's stunned moment, Jack the Ripper began to release the Noble Phantasm.

A thick mist emerged from each dead baby's body, and after covering the whole body, it transformed into a silhouette that was similar to Jack's.

The Virgin of Disintegration is usually composed of four grade D knives, but after meeting the three conditions of [time period is night], [object is female], and [fog], it will be added with abandoned and killed figures in London history. The resentment of all children.

When all the conditions are met, the form of the Noble Phantasm will change from a physical attack to a vicious curse.