Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Looking at Gareth with blood dripping from her left hand, Arturia sighed silently in her heart.

　　She didn't care about Gareth's injury - on this mysterious island, this level of injury can only be attributed to the scope of [skin trauma].

　　In contrast, it was Mordred's power that made Guinevere more concerned.

　　"This ability to precisely control his own strength... Compared with him a month ago, it is like a completely different person."

　　Among the people present, Artoria was the only one who knew what the battle just now was all about.

　　"From the time he spoke to Gareth, the fight had already begun."

　　"He was deliberately provoking Gareth - just as he was deliberately provoking me in the first place."

　　Familiar routine, tried and tested.

　　But that's not really the point.

　　How annoying Mordred is, Arturia has personally experienced it.

　　So let's not say it's Gareth.

　　Even Artoria herself cannot guarantee that if she is allowed to face Mordred again, she will be able to control her emotions well and not let those superfluous emotions influence the outcome of the battle.

　　And on the other hand.

　　What really shocked Artoria was Mordred's absolute control over his own power.

　　In a way that borders on humiliation, he announces his line of attack and his goals to Gareth—and makes that humiliation a reality with powerful practical actions.

　　"One month... can it really make a person transform to this level?"

　　Looking at the armored knight in front of her, Artoria felt as if she had encountered an opener.

　　Even, if it weren't for that arrogant attitude to the sky, it was still so familiar, and nothing had changed.Arturia almost suspected that the knight hidden under this armor was not the previous Mordred, but another person.

　　After all, it's pretty incredible.

　　Is the gap between humans and monkeys only the same?

　　Arturia thought suspiciously.

　　At the same time, Mordred ignored Gareth, who had temporarily lost his ability to fight, and set his sights on Arturia.

　　"Why, what are you hesitating about? Hurry up and attack!"

　　"Are you afraid to be my enemy?"

　　"Hahaha, if you are really afraid, admit it generously. Lord Mordred is willing to show mercy and let you go!"

　　Mordred laughed loudly.

　　For a while, Arturia couldn't tell the difference.Is this guy really stupid, or is he deliberately provoking her in this way.

　　But...forget it.

　　It doesn't matter anymore.

　　Taking a deep breath, Arturia first walked quickly to Gareth's side, patted her on the shoulder, and told her to go to the doctor for treatment first.

　　Then, he strode up in front of Mordred again, and stood still with a posture that could no longer be serious.

　　The holy sword was raised, and the golden light illuminated this bright night, and temporarily dispelled the darkness in Guinevere's heart.

　　Guinevere, who had been pushed aside by Mordred, looked at the radiant King with a dull look, with a look of anticipation on her face.

　　She reached out and tried to touch the dazzling light.

　　However, don't know why.

　　Just when her arm had been stretched out halfway, it suddenly stopped.

　　Her hand stayed in mid-air, watching Arturia's figure drifting away.

　　The look of anticipation disappeared.

　　Instead, it was a painful and hideous look.

　　"So...we're not from the same world at all?"

　　The vision was broken, and Guinevere finally discovered this slightly cruel truth to her:

　　From the very beginning, she was not someone who could stand by Artoria's side.

　　She is just a pure woman who relies on a pair of good-looking skins to rise to the top!

　　"I'm sorry, King."

　　She once again expressed her remorse to Arturia.

　　But this time, her confession was more peaceful.

　　She knew she was wrong.

　　But, as Mordred said.

　　She has been unable to turn back.

　　And, most importantly.

　　Now she doesn't want to look back.

　　……

　　on the battlefield.

　　At this moment, Arturia had no time to care about Guinevere's mood changes.

　　She has always been pure in her fighting stance.

　　Until she defeated her opponent, all she had in mind was fighting.

　　"Arturia Pandoragon, please advise."

　　In front of Mordred, Artoria showed a very standard look that only knights would show when they were dueling.

　　As a perfect king, her requirements for herself are almost harsh, everything must be in line with the most perfect standard, and she must not be picked out by others.

　　At the same time, on the other hand.

　　Arturia could also really feel that after she said the four "please advise me", Mordred's aura changed suddenly.

　　The arrogance and arrogance just now disappeared.

　　Instead, it was a cold that seemed to freeze the air.

　　The blue-white light radiated from the weapon in Mordred's hand, but it was a stark contrast to Arturia, who was enveloped in golden light.

　　And then, Arturia could clearly feel it.

　　In that dark night sky, there is a powerful energy that is constantly bred, and a powerful and suffocating coercion is faintly exuded.

　　"Is it the power of that sword again?"

　　"This time, what will he summon?"

　　Looking at the Frostmourne in Mordred's hands, Artoria's heart was ready.

　　She swears that even if Mordred gets her dead father out again, she will never break the defense because of this incident, and thus lose the rules of the battle.

　　The perfect king makes mistakes, but never falls in the same place twice.

　　However, in the next moment.

　　When a huge, dark shadow that could be called covering the sky gradually appeared in front of Artoria.

　　Rao is that Arturia has already made enough psychological preparations in her heart, but she also feels extremely incredible, and was almost defeated by this enemy.

　　Because this enemy is not someone else.

　　But a year ago, she used the holy spear Lengomiad to end in this city, her biggest enemy in this life!

　　The White Dragon King, Voltigeng!

　　"Are you crazy?"

　　"How dare you resurrect him?!"

　　Arturia rebuked loudly—as if she was reprimanding a bear child who didn't know how much trouble she had gotten into.

　　At the same time, the weapon in Artoria's hand changed instantly.

　　The holy sword with the victory pact is gone.

　　In its place was the holy spear that radiated the light of the end.

　　Mordred looked at the holy spear and subconsciously gave a shock.

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Chapter 39

　　[Holy Lance] Lungominiad.

　　Essentially, it's not a weapon.

　　It is an [anchor] specially set up by the will of the planet in order to maintain the existence of the surface world.

　　It is like a nail, nailing the surface world of human life to the surface of this planet, thus providing the last insurance for this world.

　　If anyone wants to subvert the world and destroy the world.It is necessary to face the sanctions of this holy gun.

　　At that time, Arturia, relying on the power of this holy spear, succeeded in killing the one who had merged with the will of the British Isle. In theory, she would never be defeated, let alone killed. The White Dragon King Futigeng!

　　And now.

　　Under the power of Frostmourne, the tyrant who had ruled Britain for ten years was resurrected.

　　And, in a more sinister stance, he appeared in front of Artoria.

　　"I am..."

　　The resurrected Votigeng looked at his undead body with a rather obvious anger in his eyes.

　　It should be said that it is indeed the White Dragon King who "fits the island with one's body" and almost succeeded in realizing the reversal of the age of gods and turning the island of Britain into a hell on earth?