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

"According to my observation, she also vomited out her own liver before."

"Seriously? Isn't this still death?"

The barrage flew by quickly, and everyone was surprised by Mordred's vitality.

Everyone understands that White Dragon is a monster, so he can still survive with half of his head missing.

Your... internal organs are spitting out like spit. It's very unscientific to not die.

But it’s no wonder that the audience was so fussy. Today, Mordred is entirely supported by the blood of the red dragon. As long as the heart of the red dragon is still beating to provide vitality, other organs actually act as fillers.

"Father...if it were you, what would you do now?"

Touching his barren chest, Mordred murmured in frustration.

Now, use the Holy Grail?

No...then everything would be meaningless.

"What I want is a peaceful world where my father doesn't have to bear everything and can smile relaxedly..."

Summoning King Arthur here would be tantamount to leaving a mess to the father.

Although that person would definitely take it without hesitation or show any reproachful expression, Mordred was unwilling to do so.

King Arthur will not be disappointed with anyone, King Arthur... will only be disappointed with himself, and then redouble his efforts to change towards a more perfect form of a wise king.

That kind of thing happened countless times, which made the Knights of the Round Table feel extremely depressed.

The king does not understand the human heart.

Cui Sad, who did not want to be named, said this because King Arthur always tolerated the behavior of the knights and did not hesitate to hurt himself in countless conflicts to settle disputes.

The knights all hoped that the king could rule Britain in a more severe manner, but the king insisted on the light of a benevolent and a sage and marched on the upright path of chivalry.

"It was us, the Knights of the Round Table, who drove my father to a dead end... We must not make the same mistake again."

Holding down the Holy Grail that was about to move, Mordred rejected the simplest and crudest solution.

She didn't want to add any more burden to her father. That figure already carried too many and too heavy things.

But now, what else can be done?

Suddenly, Mordred remembered the scene when he and his father returned triumphantly, and the people of Britain cheered on both sides of the street.

The difference between me and my father is probably there.

The King of Knights does not understand the hearts of knights, but he wins the hearts of the people.

"Hey! I know, are you watching?"

Thinking of this, Mordred raised his head and spoke like a dead horse.

"King Arthur can't come to save you now. The only one who can save you is me, Mordred."

"So, give me your power."

BB's live broadcast room should be broadcasting the footage here, and Mordred wants to speak out through this channel.

The audience was a little at a loss. This was the first time that the heroic spirit in the live broadcast spoke to them.

The audience on the British Isles looked at each other in confusion. Can't you summon King Arthur through the Holy Grail? Are you saying that only you can save Britain? Doesn't this feel like an imperial decree?

Not feeling any power coming from him, Mordred's face that had lost its beauty and was covered in bloodstains showed an expression of disgust visible to the naked eye.

"I said it! Let you give your power to me! Didn't you hear me? Cough cough cough..."

He was shouting loudly, just like a naughty child fighting for toys with the neighbor's children.

If you ignore the pieces of meat she spat out when she coughed and the shocking wounds on her body, this is really an annoying naughty child.

Seeing Mordred in such miserable condition and wanting to continue fighting the white dragon, the hearts of the residents of the British Isles were touched.

Mordred may not be a qualified king, but she is indeed a knight who has been contributing to the protection of Britain to this day.

Stupid, arrogant, whatever he thinks comes out.

But...maybe she's not bad like this?

Dots of golden light emerged in the air, spinning around Mordred and beginning to repair the body's injuries.

The effect of the hero-making ceremony has not been lost, but the people of Britain have temporarily lost confidence in Mordred after seeing her failure.

After these words, the confidence did not return, but a sense of identity emerged spontaneously.

That figure who fought bloody battles for the people of Britain was worthy of their helping hand.

"That's it...it seems like you still have some discernment."

Stretching out his hand, Mordred wanted to catch those golden spots of light.

It was then that she realized that she could see with her eyes again.

"Hahaha...cough cough cough..."

"Hahaha! Hahaha!!!"

She laughed wildly, as if she was crazy.

"Isn't this imitation possible? Isn't this possible? I am the son of King Arthur!"

These light spots are the breath of the planet, and they are the power that will be awakened when the Star Sword held by King Arthur is activated.

"I am Mordred, the Knight of the Round Table! The son of King Arthur! The legitimate successor of Camelot!"

She raised her sword and loudly announced her name.

"Now! I command you! All subjects of Britain!"

"Give your power! Give all your light! Give all your sight! Give it to me, Mordred!"

More light spots emerged around her, rushing into her body crazily.

Not only the people on the British island, but also in every corner of the world, there are lights rising into the sky, and then flying towards the center of the Great Empire.

The knight who fights for mankind is recognized by all mankind.

"And finally you...Clarent."

Feeling the peaceful and great power in his body, Mordred was calmer than ever before.

She wants to regain the glory of King Arthur, and for this she must be recognized by this sword.

"I know, you are the holy sword that represents the royal power, right?"

Black and red ominous thunder and lightning swirled around the sword, but the silver-white sword showed no response.

"Mordred doesn't know your real name, but I know your true meaning."

"You are more dazzling than any silver. You are a sword on par with my father's golden sword that must win. This shouldn't be your only strength, right?"

She looked at the weapon in her hand seriously. Although it was extremely familiar, there were still some incompatibilities.

That is the king's domain.

"right now……"

Mordred said softly, stroking his hand from the sword grid to the tip of the sword.

With her movement, the black and red thunder was stopped, and the white and silver sword body was coated with a golden glow.

"Show your true power in front of me!"

"I command you in the name of your master! Clarent!"

The dazzling golden sword was dazzling, and the cross sword light suddenly shone like the brilliance of a star.

The humble king Vortigern realized something at all, and he roared in horror.

But it was too late to look back. Its huge dragon body gave it endless strength and vitality, but it did not give it the dexterity and agility to see beneath itself.

"Didn't you say that Mordred can't fold boxes?"

BB floated in mid-air and turned to look at the stunned Xia Xun.

"Who would have thought that the Alaya Consciousness in this world would be so shameless, beating up a white dragon and actually getting the crown spirit base..."

"Good guy, the prototype of all holy swords in the world, right?"

"I would like to call you - Mordred Avalon."

"6."

What else can BB say? I can only deduct 666.

Although it was surprising that Mordred got the Crown Sword, in fact, it was nothing to Xia Xun.

He was about to let Morgan fall on him just now, but the holy sword user who saved the world actually took the lead and stole the show without any sense of martial ethics.

"But this is pretty good, isn't it..."

"I saw a wonderful performance. The humans in this world are really interesting."

"Let's look forward to it more, whether they can reach the front of the alien god in the future."

Looking at the golden light falling in the sky, Xia Xun closed the shared vision with BB.

There is no doubt that the current humble king Vortigern has the possibility of destroying the world.

This is not only because of its ability to destroy continents, but also because its appearance has activated nuclear warheads around the world.

If Alaya Judgment is not here to let Mordred destroy the white dragon, humanity will most likely destroy itself.

Therefore, the crown-level Saber appeared.

Appeared in Mordred's hands.

"My whole body."

Mordred held the golden holy sword high, and his golden hair blended in the wind with the light swirling around him.

"For the glory of Camelot, die with honor."

The spirit base is dissolving.

The body is disintegrating.

This time, it was not cracked due to excessive expansion of magic power, but melted by the light emitted by the sword in his hand.