Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Looking at the shocked faces around him, Mordred said with a smile.

　　Now, here comes the problem.

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　　In the eyes of Gawain and Bedwell, does Mordred really have "face" at all?

　　……

　　The answer to this question is of course no.

　　After all, among the thirteen knights of the round table, if you ask which knight of the round table is the most powerful and most prestigious, the answer to this question is divided.

　　Some would say that it was the most powerful Lancelot; some would say that it was Gawain who was most trusted by the king; some would say that it was the purest Galahad who held the Holy Grail in his own hands.

　　These answers have their own reasons, and no one can convince the other.

　　However, if you want to ask, among the thirteen knights of the round table, who is the most disgusting and who has the least card...

　　"Anyway, it's definitely not me!"

　　"It should be the Argo standard - definitely the Argo standard!"

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　　"After all, who would like that dead face?"

　　Mordred thought confidently.

　　Then, when he turned over, he directly pressed down the two Knights of the Round Table who not only did not give him face, but even planned to launch a sneak attack on him!

　　The power that was so powerful that it didn't make sense at all made Gao Wen, who was blessed with three times the power, even more shocked.

　　Or rather, despair.

　　This may sound absurd.

　　But it is undeniable that at this moment, when facing Mordred, he actually had a sense of powerlessness when facing the Lion King.

　　And, unlike when facing The Lion King.

　　The Mordred in front of him had an even worse personality.

　　"Well, I'll ask again now."

　　"Will you give me face?"

　　Looking at the two knights of the round table who were obviously subdued, but still a little unconvinced, Mordred asked a little unhappy.

　　He also doesn't know why - his own face fruit has never been successfully launched.

　　Is it because he is missing a straw hat?

　　Mordred thought in confusion.

　　At the same time, Gawain did not answer his question directly.

　　Instead, he turned his head and looked at the man who looked just like the king in front of him with a questioning look—

　　"You are not Mordred!"

　　"Who the hell are you?!" A.

Chapter 277

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Chapter 278

　　"It's certainly possible."

　　Seeing the surprise on Artoria's face, Mordred's pride almost made him lose his mind.

　　He had long been unhappy with Lungominiad.

　　It's just that before this, there has been no good way to deal with it.

　　It has been sealed in the tower at the end.

　　But now, the "Sword Spirit Artoria" who resided in Frostmourne gave Mordred new inspiration.

　　It is true that Artoria, who is a sword spirit, is probably incomparable to Artoria who was infected by Lungominiad.

　　But even so, as a sword spirit, she can still have an influence on Lungomiad.

　　"This is the real father!"

　　Mordred thought proudly.

　　With the help of the sword spirit Artoria, he gradually took control of part of Lungominiad's power.

　　Although not fully in control... But when things have evolved to this point, the meaning of complete control is not very big.

　　Lungominiad, who is fully output, may not be able to cause any substantial damage to Mordred12.

　　What's more, is this Lungominiad who has been weakened and cannot exert his full strength?

　　"Shh-"

　　Frostmourne in Mordred's hand was like a sharp knife, which easily cut through the dazzling "sky of light".

　　Then, in the next instant.

　　"Pfft-"

　　There is no doubt about it.

　　From the very beginning, this long sword was inserted into Artoria's heart, and it hit Artoria's most important part with great precision.

　　"Crack-"

　　The armor condensed with magic power was shattered in the next instant, and the majesty of the king spewed out along with the flowing blood, spilling all over the ground.

　　All the blood of a king must end with a sword.

　　If it weren't for Huangquan Road, the king would not see the king in this life.

　　"king!!!"

　　Two roars came from the front and the back of Artoria.

　　This is a very strange thing.

　　"It's fine if it's Gao Wenqing."

　　Mordred, who pulled out Frostmourne, let the blood drip from the blade to the ground.

　　He slowly raised his head and looked at Bedwell, who was struggling to get up from the wall of the Holy City and looked on guard.

　　A mocking smile appeared on his face:

　　"But, Lord Bedwell—why are you showing me such an expression?"

　　"I'm not doing what you've always wanted to do, but haven't done it yet?"

　　"You cowardly fellow, when did you even have the courage to point your sword at me?"

　　"And, the sword, eh?"

　　……

　　Mordred's question silenced Bedwell.

　　He is indeed a coward.

　　And his silver arm is the proof of his cowardice.

　　And, in a sense.The terrible scene in front of him was actually the result of his own efforts.

　　The holy sword that was not returned three times in a row prevented Arturia, who was on the brink of life and death, from finding true rest.

　　As a result, Artoria's body was infected by the will of the holy spear Lungomiard, and she was upgraded to the [Lion King].

　　This is also the main reason why Mordred was able to kill the Artoria in front of him.

　　It wasn't Arturia that he killed—it was the will of Lungominiad.

　　And Artoria did not usher in a real death.

　　Her life has long been linked to the sword of the oath of victory - until Bedwell intends to return the holy sword, she will not die.

　　The current Artoria has returned to her previous state of hovering on the edge of life and death.But always kept a breath.

　　But Mordred ignored the two Knights of the Round Table who were glaring at him.

　　"Into the city."

　　He said loudly—as if he was giving orders to someone.

　　It seems that he is declaring his "power" as a winner to the people around him.

　　Then, he didn't care about other people's eyes.

　　He directly picked up the ground, and Artoria's body, which still had a trace of warmth, slowly walked into the sacred fortress city.

　　The members of the Chaldea Salvation Squad looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

　　They also followed in Mordred's footsteps and entered this holy city.

　　And at the end of the last.

　　When the surviving refugees all followed Mordred's footsteps and entered this holy city.

　　Mordred, who has climbed the city wall, just like he did on the wall of the chalk city more than [-] years ago.

　　He leaned down and issued his first "Wang Ling" to the city:

　　"I, son of Arthur, Mordred Pandoragon - take over the city."

　　"All departments are on standby, waiting for dispatch. Without my order, no action is allowed."