hero?it must be me

She gave up thinking.

Where, why hesitate?

Isn't it already ready?

——Whether it is unscathed or bruised all over, haven't I already thought about what I should do?

"Blood! Arhtur!"

"Doom!"

"Blood!! Arhtur!!"

"Boom!!"

"Blood!!! Arhtur!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Mordred could clearly feel his body howling.

The [Blessing] she got was [Rampage].

Different from madness, the impact on the spirit and body is secondary. The core of its power, as Zheng Qi said, is the ability to use oneself as firewood.

Generally speaking, as a Servant, releasing the Noble Phantasm at the cost of returning to the seat can at most increase the power of some Noble Phantasms.

However, Mordred is different.

Before her servant body completely collapsed, Mordred was equivalent to playing rank with the enhanced BUFF of the [Unlimited Firepower] mode.

Relying on her foundation as a powerful follower, not to mention ordinary followers, even the top few among the first-rate followers will easily be dragged into a difficult situation by her if they meet her.

But, unfortunately...

Her opponent this time is not a Servant.

At the same time, it is not something that can be measured by the [common sense] of a Servant.

How many times have you used the treasure?

three times?

Five times?

Anyway, after three times, Mordred no longer had the time to count.

The rampage squeezed not only the magic power in her spiritual core, but also her spirit.

Mordred realized that if she hadn't relied on the servant's body, she might have turned into a piece of rotten flesh and wriggled on the ground.

It sounds pretty stupid to die because of using your own bottom-of-the-box trick...

In the mind torn by fatigue and pain, such a thought suddenly appeared. Mordred raised his head. In her blurred vision, only the tall figure sitting in the light and heat was so clear. .

But wouldn't it be even more stupid to die if you tried your best and couldn't even make the other party hide for a while?

"Cough...haha...like shit..."

Not knowing who he was cursing, Mordred tremblingly raised the sword in his hand.

This sword, washed by Mordred's uninterrupted magic power, seemed to be rendered into a blood-soaked magic sword.

only……

Once again lifted up by the rebellious knight, there were also bursts of thunder condensed by hatred, but at this moment, the magic sword seemed to be howling.

What expression will this man have now?

Holding Clarent.Mordred wondered.

Don't get me wrong, she didn't have any affection for Zheng Qi.

(Just... ah, ah...)

(By the way, it's very similar to that time...)

(At that time, when the gun stabbed in, before my last sword fell...)

(Holding a gun and bowing his head, what kind of expression did the father have at that time?)

"Clarent...Blood..."

Mordred, exhausting all his strength, took a deep breath.

"—Ar—thur!!!!"

This is by far the strongest blow.

As if to divide this realm of death into two, the red and black thunder light is an extension of the blade, and it is also an extension of Mordred's will.

Forward, forward, and forward!

To touch, to know—

Above the killing intent, above the anger, the paranoia that has been inseparable since his lifetime, at this moment, using everything Mordred has as firewood, blooms the most brilliant light!

……but.

Death, boundless.

Just like the gap between her and him.

"Clang clang."

By relying on Clarent, Mordred didn't fall directly to the ground.

But that's it.

Whether it's magical power, mental strength, or physical strength...

Even the blessing of the Lion King couldn't get Mordred any more.

In order to swing this last and strongest sword, she couldn't even maintain the armor on her body anymore.

There was not a single trace of blood on her body, and the embarrassment left by Zheng Qi's heavy blow seemed to have been burned away in the non-stop tears.

Now, her already petite figure is bent quietly, like a piece of ashes blowing in the wind.

Mordred, already burned out.

At this moment, it turned into ashes like snow.

"..."

It was at this moment that Zheng Qi finally moved.

With his back to Mordred, he stood up.

The only thing in his eyes moved, and Mordred, who was in a trance, reacted almost instantly.

It's just that her body really can't support any actions anymore, even raising the eyelids higher is extremely difficult.

Therefore, she still couldn't see the expression on Zheng Qi's face at the moment.

Could it be hatred?

Will it be anger?

Do not……

Most likely, the same as back then.

After all... to him/her, I'm never going to be anything special...

Is it the lonely king who is holding a spear and drenched in blood?

Or a man who stands still like a mountain?

The scene in front of Mordred's eyes was so blurred that she couldn't tell it apart.

But immediately, a voice fell in her ears.

"You are doing well, Mordred."

"The victory and defeat are already divided."

——At the moment when he was buried by the rushing explosion, this was the last voice Mordred heard.

Chapter 367Chapter 67: Curse Wrist, save me! (

"What the hell is here..."

Standing where Zheng Qi was just now, Baimao touched the ground that was still glowing with heat waves, feeling the slight burning pain of her fingertips, she couldn't help frowning.

At that moment, although there was thunder on one side and fog on the other, she couldn't see what Mordred and Zheng Qi did at all, but after everything was over, both parties did disappear.

Disappeared in the depths of the mist.

Immediately, those fogs dissipated as if they had never appeared before.

All that's left is this empty foothill pass.

With all her looks, she became the only one who could still walk in this passage.

What the hell is going on?

Dead together?

Baimao doesn't feel like it.

Mordred seems determined to die, and I am afraid that he is ready to die with his opponent.

But the other word, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a winning ticket.

Moreover, it was obviously that man who had the upper hand in the end.

But, shouldn't the other party be in the desert?How could it suddenly appear in such a distant mountain area?

Based on what Mordred said, did he come here recently?

Speaking of which, recently, I remember that I sent a message from the east village protected by the cursed arm, saying that they found reliable reinforcements and developed a new drinking water place with the assistance of the reinforcements...

……No way?

Baimao shook his head to himself.

Although, although it is true in terms of combat capability...but the reinforcements...

"—Who's there!"

Turning his head suddenly, Baimao stared in a certain direction and shouted in a deep voice.

She was keenly aware that she was being spied on.

The source of prying eyes is in this direction.

However, with her professionalism, she only found the line of sight. This means that either the other party deliberately exposed the line of sight on the premise that the concealment technology is far stronger than hers, or the other party has a pair that is good enough to be able to stand at a considerable distance. You can notice your eyes.

Standing on the spot alertly, Baimao did not act rashly.

Because she knew that no matter which result she guessed, the other party must have the ability to catch subtle flaws.

Since I have been targeted, even if there is no hostility or killing intent in this line of sight, I can't be careless.

After being vigilant for a while, Baimao finally noticed the movement of the group of people coming.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Baimao, I didn't say hello because I thought it was quite close."

"...Your Excellency Arash, I should have thought it was yours."

Seeing Arash sliding down the hillside, Baimao let out a sigh of relief.

If the source of the line of sight is Arash, it makes sense.

At the same time, there is no need to worry so much.

But soon, Baimao's heart, which had just let go, jumped up again.

She saw Lixiang, Matthew, Da Vinci, and Bedivere coming out behind Arash.

"You, who are you?!"

"Hey? What's the matter?"

Hearing Baimao's excited voice, Lixiang, who had just stood firm, looked bewildered.