Artoria wants to read people's hearts

Artoria looked at his wife, the deepest part of her emerald green eyes with starlight falling reflected her beautiful figure, clear and gentle.

"Please allow me to apologize for you."

She said, and then opened the box in her hand, inside lay a rose carved from amethyst.

"Purple is the synthesis of blue and red, just like the steadfast wood meets the passionate fire, it bursts out romantic love."

"And roses also mean love and bravery."

She paused, her voice was clear and affectionate, "I carved this with my own hands. Now, I want to give it to you. I hope you like it."

Guinevere subconsciously covered her cheeks with her hands, the only eyes that were exposed were full of joy and surprise.

The fireworks condensed with magic power are still going on, and the fireworks blooming under the night sky are like the affectionate shooting stars passing by, leaving the night sky with affectionate kisses one after another.

"I like it so much."

Guinevere heard her own soft and unbelievably soft voice, "This is the happiest gift I have ever received."

Like the dandelion tidbits fluttering in the air, like the dancing and jumping under the starry sky, like the little fireflies on the grassland.

It was like the most beautiful dream Guinevere had ever had, so beautiful, it stayed in her mind and was reflected in her eyes.

Chapter 54 The King's Holy Sword Is Broken

War is always cruel and unfeeling, it is like a huge meat grinder, it will never stop.

Artoria didn't rest for long in Camelot, and the Saxons swept in again.

Those greedy and brutal guys never learn their lesson and try to get what should not belong to them.

King Arthur is out again.

However..........

The sword of the king, the legendary sword, was broken in a battle that violated the knight's morality.

But this is also something that cannot be helped. Things on the battlefield are changing rapidly, and no one knows what will happen in the next second.

Two knights who were not weaker than Artoria attacked back and forth, and she could only choose a sneak attack in order to survive.

Although his life was saved, the sword was broken.

Boo!

A brutal murderous aura erupted from Artoria's body. She held the soldier's long sword and turned around quickly.

I saw the sword light was as cold as snow, and the brush stroked a beautiful arc towards the throat of the enemy in front of me.

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"!!!"

The enemy was shocked, but he didn't care too much. He immediately raised his horizontal sword to his face, and tightly protected his life gate, hoping to block this fatal blow.

However, Arturia was waiting for this moment.

The next moment, with a turn of her wrist, the sharp point of the sword moved upwards, directly piercing the enemy's eyes.

Following the texture of the air, this sword is already unstoppable.

The silver-white blade pierced through the enemy's head. With the great power of the red dragon's blood, the originally hard skull was directly pierced by this blow.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Drops of bright red blood dripped from the enemy's eye sockets.

Artoria pulled out her sword and looked at the enemy who had fallen to the ground without any signs of life, without any waves in her eyes.

"call out!"

Suddenly, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air came from behind, directly attacking her.

Artoria's face changed suddenly, and before she had time to think, she subconsciously jumped forward to the right, leaving her original position and dodging the sneak attack from behind.

She turned around and looked back, her eyes were as cold as a knife, and she looked at the Saxon who had just sneaked up.

"Ah! Ahh!!"

The blood-stained Saxon's eyes were red, and he roared with endless madness.

Seeing that Artoria dodged the unexpected blow, he immediately raised the long sword in his hand again, and charged towards her again.

Arturia didn't care about his hostility, after all, she was used to it on the battlefield of dead people all the time.

Quickly raising her sword to meet the attack, she did not hesitate when she drew the sword, like the ebb and flow of the tide, even more like the moonlight.

However, this powerful sword was abruptly blocked by the Saxon at the cost of crippling an arm.

Seeing that the blow was unsuccessful, Artoria turned around and walked behind the Saxon.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the long sword in her hand chopped down towards the opponent's head.

Neat.

"puff!"

In the next second, the head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

When one enemy falls, there is another enemy, because this is not a one-on-one battle, but a brutal and bloody battlefield.

The blood all over the ground dyed the whole earth red.

Even the setting sun hanging high in the sky seemed to turn red.

And this, this is war.

Roar! !

A cold light flashed, and another sword slashed at the enemy.

The red sun shining on the red land dyed everything crimson.

"My king!"

Palamedes, the Knight of the Round Table fought all the way to Artoria's side.

"Are you all right?"

Shaking her head, Artoria turned around and beheaded an enemy soldier again. She asked, "How is our army fighting?"

"Our army is in full swing, and those damned Sac rookies can't last long."

Arturia was shocked, this is indeed good news.

The fight is still going on.....

There was a burning red flame in her eyes, and the fragility of her life was as unbearable as the light sound of a cicada's wing snapping at this moment.

Sporadic sparks burst out as the weapons shorted.

The stance was repositioned, the sword light reversed like a moon, and the killing intent in his eyes was as cold as ice.

The enemies fell one after another, and with the wailing before dying, the fresh life disappeared suddenly.

A long time, or maybe not too long.

The Saxons finally sounded the horn to retreat.

Arturia watched coldly as the enemy fled, throwing away their helmets and armor, and did not order to continue the pursuit.

Don't chase the poor, there is some truth to this sentence.

If they catch up, the enemies who have nowhere to go may counterattack in a hurry, which will easily cause greater losses to the British army.

The Saxons will stop for a while after this battle, just in time, the soldiers can take a good rest.

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Inside the king's tent.

Artoria looked at the map on the table, thinking about the formation of troops for the next battle.

At this moment, Mordred led the Flower Magician Merlin in.

"Father."

Mordred called Artoria, interrupting her thoughts.

His eyes moved away from the map, his surprised eyes passed over his daughter, and fell on Merlin.

"Why are you here at this hour?"

She was talking about you, but her eyes were fixed on the white-haired young man.

"Father, Merlin suddenly appeared and said he wanted to find you, so I brought him here."

This is rather strange, after all, Merlin didn't accompany him in this war.

In other words, this person was supposed to be in Camelot, but he didn't expect to come to the frontline barracks now.

"Merlin, shouldn't you be in Camelot? Why are you here?"

"I brought you a good thing." Merlin smiled, and approached Artoria in a tone like offering a treasure.

This scene seemed familiar, she tilted her head and recalled it.

Oh, remembered!

Arturia blinked, thinking that this is the day she went to this guy to learn magic fireworks, but he used such a cheap look to stuff her with an ugly wood carving.

The annoying sense of déjà vu came.

"I heard that your holy sword was broken." Merlin didn't care about her dead fish eyes, "So I brought you a new weapon."

"...what weapon?"

Artoria frowned, she looked at Merlin suspiciously, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Merlin raised a mysterious smile when he heard her inquiry.

I only heard him say:

"Holy Lance - Rhongomyniad"

Chapter 55 The Holy Lance -- Rungomigniad

"Rhongomyniad?"

Artoria frowned suspiciously, and she and Mordred looked at each other.

Then she found out that her daughter was just as confused as herself.

So, she and Mordred turned their heads together, and looked at Merlin with the same pair of emerald green eyes.

"cough."

Watched by the father and son, one big and one small, Magician of Flower coughed lightly, and explained, "This holy gun, like your holy sword, is a weapon made by God, and it also has its own magic weapon. A huge mystery."

"Although specifically speaking, it is actually the embodiment of a tower."

"Tower?" Arturia's eyes widened in surprise, "Merlin, do you want me to brandish a tower to fight the enemy?"

"Even if I have the blood of the red dragon, I don't have that much strength."

"Of course not. Where are you thinking?" Merlin waved his hands dumbfounded, "Didn't I say that the holy gun is just the incarnation of the tower."

"Strictly speaking, it is not a real weapon. Its essence is fundamentally different from your holy sword."

Seeing Artoria's increasingly confused expression, he didn't intend to continue to play tricks.

"The function of the holy sword is to destroy the enemy, and the holy gun is the tower of brilliance used to tie the surface of the planet."

"It is one of the star 'anchors' that fix the laws of the world and continue human civilization."

Merlin thought for a while, and then said like this: "It's like the world of humans and the world of elves, they are like a thin layer of skin, draped on this planet.

But this state is very dangerous, like a veil covering the body, as long as there is a breeze, it will be blown away. "

He paused when he said this, leaving the two of them a few seconds to digest the information.