Artoria the Big Liar

"The truth is this. But the king has emphasized it before, right? I am your sister. This matter was relayed by Isir." As I said that, I looked at Isir who looked confused, and asked: " Am I right, Isil? At that time, the king also told me that I should take care of my sister instead of making her angry on purpose."

Isir was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he finally said: "...Yes. His Majesty did say so at the time."

"Although I am not an elder, my sister is a sister after all. Ankaragang, if you don't want to make my father unhappy, then you should also not want to make me unhappy." After a pause, I smiled and used the most classic words: "However, it's okay to tell you. My father and I have already discussed this matter, and our respective goals do not conflict. Without me, there would be those people from Chaldea. There are other people from the Lost Belt, And the so-called Alien Star God. What should happen will happen after all."

Ankara just lowered her head, digesting what I said.

The society of goblins and elves does not have too many twists and turns, and their minds are very simple.

After savoring the meaning of my words for a long time, Ankara finally nodded: "I see... Then I won't ask the rest of the questions."

"For things like this, it's better to ask your mother. She is not the person involved and can answer calmly. It may not be objective, but at least it is more appropriate than getting an explanation from my father and me."

"It seems that you were indeed trained and educated by your father with the standards of an heir." Ankara just made a judgment. "Although there are still some things I don't understand, but when the things here are over and I go there, I will know everything I need to know soon."

"In short, you just need to know that for the current father, family is the most important existence. As long as you understand this, you can understand why the father thinks that I am more important than the whole country."

"I don't need to understand this. Whatever the father said, that's what it is."

Hearing what Ankara said just now, I couldn't help raising my eyebrows.

It's so similar.I used to be the same way, lacking independent thinking, I would do whatever my father said.My father asked me to learn in a month what ordinary people can learn in a year, and I did my best to learn.Even at last, she begged me to put an end to her fatigue and fate, and I did so.

Looking back at this moment, I just feel stupid -- stupid really.

However, I didn't want to continue the topic, so I started talking about "business".

"What's going on with Yemengard? Is there any relevant information from the Dragon Legion?"

"Jormungandr is not the giant snake that killed Thor in the myth of pan-human history, but a special product of the Lost Belt. This is no secret. When the land is flooded, life on the ground is also drowned. These drowned The resentment and pain of the dead undead gathered together and became the giant snake. Originally, it was about to die, but with the birth of Britain, it regained its vitality. Because it is a resentful spirit, it is difficult to destroy it by normal means. Even If it is repelled once, it will come back again in hundreds of years. Father said that this is the seventh time it has landed."

"That's why you guys find it so difficult..."

Having said that, I looked at Lily and asked her what she thought.

But Ankara just thought that I wanted to borrow Lily's ability, so she shook her head immediately and said, "No way. Ye Mengjiade is not a goblin. There is no way to communicate. To deal with such a disaster, you must either destroy it or be destroyed by it."

"I'm not that stupid yet. I'll go and see the situation, don't worry about me." Speaking of this, I said to my companion: "You don't have to follow, I can go by myself. Don't worry, no one can stay Hold me."

Then, I left the stronghold of the dragon army on my own, and ran towards the other end of the skyline in the sea of ​​flowers.

The dark red thunder magic power gathered on my feet, making me half-suspended in the air by the magnetic force.My way of advancing in the sea of ​​flowers is more like skating than running.Although the magic power expenditure is a bit higher, the speed is faster than riding an elf horse, almost as fast as a sports car.

Britain is indeed flat, but it is an island after all. Unlike the Mongolian grassland and the Qincha grassland, where you can see the end of the horizon at a glance, it is full of small hills.On a fairly high hill, I stopped and looked at the main body of Yermungandr.

What Ankara just said was right, it was not a snake at all, but a cluster of resentful spirits that resembled a snake.It itself is composed of black mist, its whole body is translucent, each scale is a phantom of a person, and there are countless wraiths shouting at every action.It is nearly two kilometers in length, and its actions on the ground are not like crawling, but more like swimming.Wherever it passed, the flowers became pitch black, and the ground seemed to be sprinkled with sulfuric acid, exuding a strong pungent smell.

Seeing such a disgusting thing with my own eyes, I think it is more like a centipede than a snake.

The reason why it was named Yemengade by the father should be taken from the point of "infinitely growing".The life that is killed by it will be assimilated by it and become a part of the body.That is why it craves life and sows destruction.Only when all is destroyed will it destroy itself, leaving the surface of the planet to nothingness.

"If it's Father's sword, it should be able to instantly kill it with one blow, right? I don't know if Father can use it in this rumor belt. After all, her current body and ability are completely grandpa... ..."

Sighing, I'm ready to go back.But within a few steps, my Dragon Sight observed a few familiar people.

It is the Master of Chaldea and her servants.I don't know what purpose they have.

"... Forget it, let's go back first. Dealing with Lixiang alone, I feel a little guilty..."

Talking to myself, I deliberately bypassed them, trying to return to the camp of the dragon army.

I am advancing in the hills, but what should come is coming after all.

Britoma, the mechanical knight who claimed to be in the state of a machine god, was actually an acquaintance of mine, who scanned me through the magical ancient Greek technology.Tachika can fight on her own, and Britoma stood in front of me by herself—no malice, it seemed that she just wanted to say something to me.

"Meet you again, Britomart. How are you doing recently? Do you often feel that you are useless?"

Not only is it useless, it is simply an explosive that detonates everything.

The mechanical knight in front of him was just the woman's disguised identity.

Bagster said that she has a human breath, not a mechanical coldness, which I have not forgotten.

"Mordred..." She hesitated.

"If you want to ask anything, just ask. I have nothing to hide from you." I said calmly.

"you……?"

"Well, I know who you are. Should I call you by your current name now, or by your previous name?"

"Do you really know? I should...haven't exposed it?"

【!

I smiled ironically and looked at Britomart, or rather...

"Guinevere, you care too much about your father. You don't care like a normal Guinevere. I am very different from Mordred in the history of pan-humans. We are completely two people. If you are a pan-human Guinevere of History, should also ask how different my father is from King Arthur of Pan-Human History. But you didn’t ask, it’s as if you already knew the identity of your father.”

"I……"

The mechanical knight has no face and no expression.

The eyes are cameras, blocked by the green lens on the head, so naturally there is no eyesight.

However, her body is human after all.Seeing how she lowered her head slightly, I knew I was right.

The existence of a follower has a prototype.A follower can borrow the abilities and identities of the associated lore.As for the knight Britomart, in addition to the famous opera, there are also rumors that "Guinevere used the name of Britomart to fight for justice after the death of King Arthur".Although it was fabricated by the French, the boundary between rumors and reality is extremely blurred for followers, and there is a lot of room for manipulation.

The chaste knight Britomart, the Cretan goddess Britomartis, and the British queen Guinevere, the three identities are mixed together to form the existence of the mechanical knight in front of me-she is the one I know Guinevere,

Chapter 85: Britomart

◆Mordred◆

"You are as smart as Mordred in my memory." The mechanical knight said.

"I was the knight in your memory." I replied.

"Is it the paradise that Morgan and Meilin took you to?"

"Mother is the Queen of Paradise. Anyone she wants can enter."

"That's it... that's good. In this way, my wish will be fulfilled."

"Aren't you going to meet your father? After all, you are the queen that my father is marrying."

"What's the point of seeing her the way I am now? I'm dead, and I've witnessed the chaos and destruction of Britain. It's a more desperate hell than Vortigern's time. Everyone I know is dead, and everyone Dead. I made that hell, and my sins can never be repaid."

"Things in Britain are fine. But you really don't want to see your father? What you really owe is not the country that is doomed to perish, but to surpass the gods with a human body for the prayers of the people around you." Or is it that you don’t love your father at all? You don’t even want to look at her?”

This "Queen of Ten Thousand Queens" characteristic makes it almost impossible for women around her not to love her.

So, what I say is just an ordinary aggressive method.I think it is necessary for her to meet her father.

"I...I'm not qualified...I don't have a good relationship with her, I..."

"Past experiences don't go away. There are scars from past injuries. For me and my father, we have moved from Albion to the 21st century seamlessly. Those injuries have not yet formed scars. They are still bleeding and hair. Inflammation and pus. Every memory is painful, every lament is accompanied by despair. At the end of grief, there is nothing to do but try to numb yourself."

I can't see the expression on the steel head of the mechanical knight, but I can feel her emotions.

However, from the way she lowered her head, from her dejected look, that remorse, that sadness, even people with elm heads can see it.Her wish was not fulfilled, but after seeing that the situation was acceptable, she cut off her wish and forced herself to accept this reality.

"Although the public name is Vortigern, the dragon king of this lore belt is the father. I participated in the regular Holy Grail War and know how to use servants. If you want to go, I will discuss it with Lixiang. Transfer the contract to me."

"...No. If I want to see her, I'll do it myself."

"You have to figure it out. The main responsibility for the destruction of Albion is you. If you hadn't secretly contacted those ambitious people, the father would not be disappointed with the whole country, let alone himself. I am discussing with you now. , but my attitude will not be so good next time. Don’t think too much about yourself, Guinevere, I wish you would die sooner—it’s a pity, you don’t die until the very end of the future, I still I thought you would die for your father!"

The corners of my mouth were framed in a cruel smile, because I really hated the woman in front of me.

Whether it is a story or a reality, this woman is a disaster star, the real murderer who destroyed the kingdom.

No amount of beautification can change her heart, no matter how good her appearance is, she can't hide her viciousness.

I could see her arrogant and teasing attitude at that time, and I will never forget it.

"me……"

'_【, "There is only one chance. Seize this opportunity. Or never reveal your identity and die honestly. It is best to dissipate on the Throne of Heroes by yourself, and never add risks and accidents to your father. Or I'll kill you right here, you go to the Throne of Heroes and think about it... Well, it's just my side of the story anyway, you can live so long after the death of your father, and even witnessed the death of Albion Destruction, what else can I expect from you? In novels, beautiful but useless women are called 'vases', and I think you are not as good as a vase!"

After I finished speaking, even I felt that I was a bit too vicious.

After all, she did have reason to hate her father—her father and older brother were executed by her father, skinned and made into scarecrows and hung on the very top of the castle.She herself was kidnapped by her father and married forcibly, and she was a tool to appease the remaining nobles from the beginning to the end.Even if they become relatives, the father and the king still maintain a semi-public relationship with the mother, and I have this child.

But soon, my sympathy disappeared.

Understanding is one thing, recognition is another.

She can get revenge in other ways, and the most stupid and insidious way is to keep the queen's status while letting the kingdom fall.In the end, she witnessed how the Britons became extinct, and she was quite self-sufficient.

"You have reasons to blame me, Mordred. Of all men, you are the most qualified to do so. But..." She was silent, and finally sighed heavily in an unmechanical way. "But that's it. The past is in the past. I'm satisfied that she can be happy now."

What kind of speech is this.

Although from a practical point of view, she is really a loser.

"That's fine. When we meet next time, I won't be so easy to talk to."

"I know. Our relationship has never been better."

She just left.No extra expressions, no extra actions.

So much so that I forgot to ask why she blocked my way and what she wanted to say.

I think she forgot about it herself?Confused by my verbal offensive.

With this episode over, I'm back at Ankara Gang.

"Almost already know. Indeed, father's sword is the best against it." I said, "but since father cannot leave, we can only rely on us."

"So, actually, you don't have any idea?" Ankara said disappointedly.

"It is essentially the remains and echoes of dead civilizations, and it is a super vengeful spirit gathered by thousands of vengeful spirits. Therefore, the idea of ​​cracking it is not how to destroy it itself, but how to disintegrate it and divide it into small vengeful spirits. As long as what's left doesn't get back together, it's easy to wipe it out."

"We've tried this a long time ago, but it didn't work at all. Those parts that were divided will come together again." Ankaragang's words were even more disappointed, full of regrets that only a younger sister has for an older sister.

"So, the previous disassembly method was wrong. Rough cutting will touch the bones, and the bones will be cut off. How can it be fine? It should be separated according to the characteristics of Yemengade in accordance with the method of dismantling deer and cattle. .”

In fact, it is more like amputation than dismantling large livestock.

It's just that the arcane arts of the elves are too cheating, and they can be healed directly if they are injured. They don't know this concept at all.

However, Ankara was not satisfied.My little sister was still trying to find fault with my plans.

"It's because we didn't know the characteristics of Jormungandr that we did that? Who knows what happened to that giant snake. In the end, it was forcibly blown away by firepower. It wasn't special before Big, it was similar to an ordinary disaster when it first appeared, but then it got bigger and bigger, and this time it almost required the father to take action."

"Miss Landlord, why does Jormungandr insist on invading Britain?" I asked my companion who had been squinting and smiling.

She was stunned for a moment, probably thinking that my question was too mentally retarded, and then said: "Britain is formed by the accumulation of the corpses of goblins. A new wraith? Before the Dragon King came, the British islands had been experiencing a continuous cycle of destruction and rebirth. Countless goblins died, and their grievances merged with the land. This is the goal of Jormungandr. "

"No, it's not this one. Ye Mengjiad didn't vomit, it was moving in a certain direction."

"It's the direction to Camelot." Ankara said just now, but she quickly frowned, very puzzled: "But what's there in Camelot? Is it the father king? Or the eternal queen? It shouldn't be... ..."

I raised my eyebrows.At this time, I realized that everyone does not know a basic setting.

As soon as Ankara saw my action, she immediately became even more dissatisfied: "Mordred, what do you know? Tell me quickly! Every minute of delay, more land will be polluted!"

"The horned god is part of the elves' belief. You are more familiar with it than I am. Camelot was built in a large hole leading directly to the ground. Legend has it that the horned god sleeps and sleeps there, fighting against the poison made by the ancestor goblins."

"Mordred, do you mean...?" The landlady immediately understood what I meant.

"That's right. The horned god is dead. He was dead from the beginning. What exists in that huge pit is the huge corpse of the horned god. The consciousness of the horned god is connected with the consciousness of Britain. As long as the sacrifice is made product, it will awaken, and then bring endless destruction. This is the reason why the father cannot leave the throne, she must fight against the horned god, otherwise the consciousness of the horned god overflows, the hatred and pain of being deceived and killed , will corrupt the minds of goblins, torture them into calamities, and even turn them into Moss—oh yes, the Horned God is now a huge Moss."

After hearing what I said, everyone stared at me with wide eyes, even Lily included.

But in fact, this is what my father told me from the very beginning.On the night I quarreled with my father, she also specifically emphasized that the horned god was poisoned to death by the ancestor goblins.Father Wang can say this so openly, it's almost like telling common sense.Turns out, it's not common sense, but a little-known secret.

This made me a little uncomfortable, and there was a feeling that everyone was making a fuss.

The smile on the landlady's face disappeared completely, and she looked at me very seriously for the first time.

"Mordred, are you sure what you said is true?" Her voice became low, shocked and suspicious.

"When we were chatting before, what my father told me personally, how could it be false?" I said, "The horned god who is alive really hopes that the goblins can be saved, but it is another matter when they are dead. The forces collided with each other, and the good side filled Britain with flowers, and the malicious side made the goblins into disasters."

"That can indeed explain a lot of things...I didn't expect the Eternal Queen to deceive us for so long." The landlady's deep voice reminded me of my mother.Perhaps all clever magicians feel this way.

"Even if you cheat, it's a must, and it's approved by the king. If you tell the truth, can you persist until you become elves? Take a step back, even if the Eternal Queen has 1 mistakes, she is still an elf." The creator of this race is your real mother. This kind of deception can only be regarded as a white lie at best, right?"

Now the landlady was silent again.Judging by her appearance, it is impossible to analyze anything in a short time.