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Avalon…….

“Mother, Wang, I succeeded, I finally succeeded!”

Holding in his hand is the Sword of the Radiant King, Clarent, which is Mordred’s reward for breaking through the Avalon test.

Considered to be “more dazzling than any silver”, the sword with a value comparable to the “Sword of the Vows Gold” is a sword that represents the succession to the throne, and Mordred firmly believes that he can inherit Artoria’s responsibilities and truly come to Camelot as a king.

As one man said, Mordred has the potential to be a king.

But………

The clear earth, the sea of heaven, the howling wind, Mordred saw the silent king, Morgan’s complicated face, and Artoria standing there, without saying a word.

“Mother? King? Where is he? ”

I don’t know why Artoria appeared at this critical time, but Mordred suddenly found himself wanting to be praised by a certain man more than the figure of the king.

Like what; Mordred, you did a really good job or something, and then the guy ruffled her hair again.

But now, everything in sight had lost the figure of that person, and the rebellious knight felt that something was wrong.

“Mother? King? ”

As if sensing something, Mordred’s eyes widened in vain.

Crazy began to run around, she wanted to find the man.

But what about others? Obviously said that he would let her inherit the throne, obviously said that he would see her recognize the knight king, and obviously said that he would help her find the holy sword.

Now, she was convinced of her identity, she already had the Holy Sword to recognize, but what about the others?

The Radiant King Sword (Clarent) in his hand was casually thrown to the ground by the girl, and when she picked up the garland, Mordred found that the garland had long dried up and cracked.

Just like the figure of Motoyanagiin.

“I’m sorry.

This is what He left to you. ”

The shining Lengomegnad spear was deeply inserted into the land of Avalon, and for a long time, Morgan still said those three words to his daughter.

These three words are not only Motoyanagiin’s apology, but also belong to her debt to her daughter.

Perhaps, she had been doing it wrong all along.

God’s generation, ether, Camelot, do these matter?

So many things, so many people, in the end… Maybe it’s not as important as the words “sorry”.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan gave up.

Gave up her hatred, gave up her stubbornness.

Right now, she just wants to go home and get some sleep.

“Artoria, the northern realm is handed over to you, and the old man is going to find a new world.

If you have something for your husband’s help, use this. ”

Tear off a piece from his own body . The king disappeared directly at the end of Avalon.

He is not good at words, does not know what thanks, he can only interpret his love for Britain in his own way.

Maybe this love is a little heavy, maybe a little absurd, but this is him, the lowly king Voltigeng. Pendragon’s love!

After the Humble King left, Avalon was left with only Mordred holding a garland in silence, Morgan with a guilty face, and…….

“Gone again?

Again, in the end, I still didn’t hug him…”

The body was a little unable to stand in a panic, and at this moment, Artoria’s mind was full of thoughts, and it seemed to be closely connected with her self in the other world.

He didn’t stop his teacher, didn’t help his teacher, and didn’t even say a thoughtful word to the teacher at the end.

The reflection that traveled through time and space and the world exploded this time, and Artoria of the two worlds seemed to return to the only one, and also seemed to turn into different two.

The turquoise of her eyes turned into a golden glow, and she walked straight to the Lengomegnard spear that had been stuck in the ground.

“I’m such a trash.

No matter what world it is, all the responsibility is left to you, the teacher. ”

The dull hair on her head drooped slightly, and Artoria’s voice talking to herself was soft, as if it was straight in her heart.

“But it’s different in the future!”

The armor holding the Lengominiyad spear quickly changed from silver to gold, and the originally bound blonde hair also flew in the sky.

The figure rose countless heights in vain, and in a blink of an eye, Artoria seemed to have developed for ten years and became a 25-year-old beauty.

“From now on, I, Artoria. Pendragon is for the king, for my own king.

From now on, I will stand on top of the world, just to become the king who follows in his footsteps. ”

The cold and cold voice did not have the usual lightness, and the turquoise eyes turned into a faint gold.

The silver armor that I usually liked disappeared, and in its place was a pure black skirt armor, which made the girl’s figure look vivid.

Holding a spear shining with red light, the sword in the stone did not know where to go.

“Morgan, Mordred, you may follow me and find his footsteps.”

After a sharp change, Artoria is now a ruthless holy spearman.

Looking at her sister and daughter, she asked.

“Me? Aren’t you afraid that I will do something bad to Camelot? ”

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Morgan looked at Artoria.

In those golden eyes, she saw despair, grief, grief, and unquestionable firmness.

“I see, I’ll help you, my sister.”

Speechless, choked, remembering Motoyanagiin’s own attitude, Morgan wondered what kind of woman the wife that the man was talking about was.

Could it be that she is more feminine than her Lord Morgan?

“Can it be done?”

Standing up, indifferent to Artoria’s changes, Mordred suddenly felt that nothing mattered.

What throne, what mother, what glory of king, what holy sword, what she pursues is not these at all.

All she wanted was the way the man touched her head and smiled at her.

All she wanted was the garland that the man gave her and the smile she had when she chatted with her.

“I don’t know.”

Shaking her head, Artoria’s tone was firm.

“I only know that I have to find him, up to Jiuyao, down to Huangquan, absolutely and absolutely to find him!”

I have never confirmed my heart like this, and after partially reliving it with my own in another world, Artoria in this world is not the perfect king of the holy spear, but the blackened Laner-Alter, who holds the spear of the shining end!

That is, what we call a black gunner!

Artoria. Pan Degon!

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Ps; I wrote it for a month, and finally finished this volume.

Although some places are not perfect, I have written everything I want to write.

In fact, I wanted to go back to Ireland to write about Diarmid and Finn, but then I thought it was too tempotic, so forget it.

Next, go back to Daqin, hold a monstrous wedding with Sister Zheng, and then the fourth world, Macedonia.

The end of the conquering king is four wars, and it is estimated that this month can be written.

Seeking waves… Customize it, I want to be a three-change beast next. _

Feilu reminds you: three things to read – collect,


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