Artoria wants to read people's hearts

Even becoming a god is better than dying.

"Where are you looking?"

A cold and clear voice sounded, accompanied by three sword lights like snow and moon, cutting towards Mordred from different angles.

"Whoosh!"

"Keng!"

Silver, white and red are intertwined and set off each other, and the powerful airflow that erupts during the battle whips up gusts of wind and sand on the battlefield.

"Wandering your mind on the battlefield is not a good habit."

Arturia looked at Mordred with a cold expression, and said in a flat tone.

In this situation, he was distracted and was caught by his father on the spot.

Mordred couldn't help but swung his sword with both hands in anger, turned his embarrassment into a powerful force, and cut the long sword in his father's hand into two sections again.

"King Arthur! This battle has dragged on long enough!!"

The silver-red knight roared angrily, and she was getting a little impatient.

"Is it enough? Your defeat is already doomed, why continue to struggle?!"

She was really puzzled by this, she just wanted her father to draw a gun, why is it so difficult?

"It's better to give up as soon as possible, you will not be able to defeat me without a good weapon!!"

"you're right."

Artoria smiled lightly, she nodded, and easily affirmed what Mordred said.

"But who told you that I don't have a weapon in hand?"

"!!!"

What? ? ! !

Mordred suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she looked at her father in disbelief.

There was a smile on the corner of Artoria's mouth, she bent down suddenly and pulled it out forcefully, and the sword of vowed victory that was inserted obliquely on the ground was once again held in her hand.

"Now......"

Arturia held a sword flower in her backhand, then raised the tip of the sword and pointed it at Mordred.

"My daughter, are you ready to be hammered to the ground by me?"

It turned out that before they knew it, the battle circle between the two of them had changed several places.

And under Artoria's deliberate guidance, she deliberately led Mordred all the way to transfer, and finally arrived at the place where the sword of vowed victory fell.

In an instant, the situation reversed again.

Was counted! !

Mordred let out a roar like a wounded lion, and she stared fiercely at her father with her green eyes, as if she was about to shoot sparks.

The whole person looks fierce and pitiful.

Arturia didn't care how hurt her daughter was now, she only heard her shout, and raised her sword again to kill Mordred.

The look in her eyes became sharper and sharper, and the sound of sonic booms came again and again from the place where the two were fighting.

I don't know how many times they fought, she swung her right hand upwards, and the sword of the vowed victory in her hand turned into a shooting star, slashing straight at Mordred's helmet.

But this time, the silver-red girl knight did not avoid it in time.

A round of bright moon-like sword light pierced the air, and in Mordred's eyes, it seemed to have traveled through time and space. Almost in an instant, half of her helmet was chopped off.

The tip of the sword of vowed victory was only a few millimeters away from her eyes.

The sharp sword energy pierced the skin on her forehead, leaving her blood slowly.

lost...

....... Completely failed.

The light in Mordred's eyes slowly dimmed. She didn't expect that she had put in everything, but she still hadn't achieved her dream.

Pursing her lips, Mordred raised her head and looked at her father. Under the cold eyes of her father, she finally fell to her knees on the ground with a 'plop'.

The golden hair fell beside her ears, and the emotion in her eyes was full of unwillingness.

She stared blankly at the ground, her eyes sparkling.

Like a lost child, Mordred knelt down on the ground, with a suppressed cry.

"...Why? Why did it fail?!"

She cried and said tremblingly, the extreme unwillingness made her raise her hand and beat the ground violently.

"Obviously I have put all my eggs in one basket, and even launched a rebellion..."

"I just want you to survive..."

Having said that, she couldn't continue.

Like a wounded animal, a weak moan came from her throat.

Bean-sized teardrops flowed slowly from the eye sockets.

Arturia lowered her head, looking at Mordred's kneeling figure with complicated eyes.

"Mordred..."

She murmured her daughter's name softly, her heart full of self-blame.

It should have been thought a long time ago that the reason why her daughter launched the rebellion was because of her incompetent father.

Arturia's eyes were sad, she wanted to comfort her crying daughter, but she didn't know how to start.

Just when she was struggling, Mordred suddenly raised his head and straightened up.

She choked up and said to Arturia, "Kill me, father."

"To do such a rebellious thing, I have already made up my mind to die."

Chapter 77 The Trumpet of Judgment

How to describe this feeling?

The heartache was like a needle prick, as if the whole world disintegrated into thousands of fragments like colored glass in an instant.

The gentle sunset light spread in Mordred's eyes, she stared fixedly at her father, begging for the end of death with a trembling voice.

Regardless of her specific purpose.

Just starting a rebellion, seeking to usurp the throne, and starting a war are already heinous crimes.

As the honest and just King Arthur, after this battle, she must give an explanation to the whole country.

For its chief culprit, Mordred, perhaps execution is the best option.

What's more, since Mordred has failed, she naturally has no nostalgia for her own life.

Since her father didn't draw his gun at the end, why not let her go ahead and wait for her father's arrival in another world instead of letting her watch her father go to the established ending.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Not only can he give the people an explanation, but he can also avoid the end of his father's death.

Mordred gave a wry smile, so why not do it.

"Hurry up and do it, father."

She raised her head, revealing her fair neck.

Finally, he looked at his father with nostalgia, then closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

However........

In the darkness, she heard the helpless sigh of her father.

"Open your eyes, Mordred."

The father's voice was heavy and helpless, "You are my daughter and my blood, no matter what, I will not take your life."

These words spread to her ears along with the wind, and suddenly, Mordred froze in place.

She opened her eyes and stared blankly at her father squatting in front of her.

The father who came into view had obvious fatigue on his face.

Those emerald green eyes, exactly like hers, were looking at him tenderly at this moment.

There was starlight in her eyes, as if a star had fallen into her eyes.

"But........."

She opened her mouth and murmured helplessly, "....I draw my sword to you."

"It's ok!"

".....I started a rebellion."

Artoria's lake-colored eyes stared at Mordred seriously.

She spoke word by word, righteously.

"It's ok!"

".......why?"

Mordred really didn't understand this time, "Why are you willing to accept me after I have done such inhumane things?"

"That's because I know that everything you do is for me."

Mordred's pupils dilated for an instant, and tears mixed with blood flowed down her cheeks.

Her heart was filled with sadness and joy, her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but what finally overflowed from her mouth was an extremely soft sob.

The pitiful look is like a puppy that has been wandering outside for a long time, and was finally found and brought home by the owner.

"I'm sorry, Mordred."

Artoria lowered her eyes, her voice full of annoyance.

"It's because I didn't fulfill my father's duty. If I could find out sooner, maybe I wouldn't have come to this point today."

"It's not like that!"

Mordred retorted loudly and hastily, "Father, you are not wrong."

"You are a very great king, guarding the people and fighting off the enemies who want to invade Britain..."

In Arturia's softer eyes, she seemed to want to prove something, and gave examples seriously.

Mordred absolutely does not allow anyone to speak ill of her father, not even her father himself.

She muttered in her mouth, and the words of praise seemed to be free of money, which made Artoria blush.

"Okay, I get it."

It was too embarrassing to go on, the blond king hurriedly stopped Mordred who seemed to be rapping.

Seeing her daughter's unsatisfactory expression, she couldn't help coughing lightly, and then changed the subject.

"All in all, I want you to understand."

She paused, looking seriously and seriously into Mordred's eyes.

"Although I forgive you, you must know where you are wrong."

"Mordred."

Arturia called her daughter's name, and then put her left hand on her heart, "I hope Britain can fall into a deep sleep peacefully and quietly."

She said, "You obviously know that this is my ideal all along."

"...why?"

Artoria closed her eyes and sighed heavily.