Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　And now, through the power of this magic sword.Mordred successfully summoned the undead of the warriors who had died tragically in the city.

　　Funny thing is, though.

　　After knowing the true identity of this undead knight, Mordred had no other extra thoughts in his mind.

　　He just wanted to know if this King Uther would break the legs of his two daughters after knowing the truth.

　　"The Germanic people don't seem to be very good at healing bones these days?"

　　Mordred thought so, and blocked Arturia's angry blow.

　　"Why are you so excited, Knight King."

　　Looking at the angry, twisted face in front of him, Mordred laughed softly.

　　Seriously, when Mordred thinks about it, it's not a big deal to summon the undead of King Uther.

　　After all, his grandson was beaten by his father, so naturally he had to go to his grandfather to do justice.

　　As the saying goes, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, and everyone is a son, so why don't you just get beaten up by me?

　　"I have to give you a taste of what it's like to be beaten by your own father."

　　Mordred muttered silently in his heart, and gradually developed a thrill of turning over a salted fish.

　　However, on the surface, he could not directly express this pride:

　　"If you say that the weapon in your hand is the sad but noble dream of all the soldiers who have disappeared on the battlefield from the past and the future. It is a miracle created with a will worth boasting and faith that must be implemented. The words of the holy sword."

　　"Then, the weapon in my hand is the holy sword of the dead that the souls of the defeated have gathered all their anger and unwillingness to create when they are dying."

　　"And I, who hold this holy sword, are the king of the undead!"

　　In the face of Arturia, who did not know the truth, Mordred directly turned on the mode of bluffing with his eyes closed - anyway, Arturia did not know "World of Warcraft", and it was impossible to go to Azeroth to verify the authenticity. .

　　Just, don't know why.

　　When Mordred said the phrase "the holy sword of the dead", he suddenly felt a chill.

　　That feeling, as if something dangerous had locked him from the darkness.

　　At the same time, on the far side of the battlefield.

　　After the initial surprise, Merlin, who had regained his composure, suddenly burst out laughing:

　　"Hahaha, the holy sword of the dead, the king of the dead."

　　"This child... really dare to say it."

　　Merlin sighed, his face full of admiration for Mordred.

　　Although he clearly knew that Mordred's approach was only due to his ignorance.

　　But this still did not prevent him from giving a big "like" to Mordred's daring approach.

　　"In this land that is still ruled by the Celts and still has the legend of Ulster, he says he is the king of the undead."

　　If nothing else, just talking about this courage, he may be the number one in the past, right?

　　It is hope, when facing the real [Queen of Netherworld].He still maintains this indomitable courage.

　　At least, you can let yourself die a little more decently.

　　"His Royal Highness, there is no help,"

　　"Get ready to collect his body."

　　PS: Thank you [Phantom Sky and Night], [Oriental Magical Handsome], and [Xiaodoudou, yo] for their support. .

Chapter 9

　　Morgan ignored Merlin's cynicism.

　　Having studied magic for ten years with Merlin as her teacher, she understands the nature of this nightmare-human hybrid.

　　"The laughter and scolding on the surface are all disguise, a parody of the human race."

　　"Actually, he's a terrible magician who doesn't know what emotion is."

　　This is an extremely appropriate assessment.

　　Even Merlin himself could not pick out even the slightest mistake from this evaluation.

　　But now, Morgan is not in the mood to fight with this magician of flowers who doesn't know what "love" is.

　　"Father..."

　　Now she is looking at the figure sitting on the skeleton warhorse with a fiery look full of anticipation.

　　At this moment, she couldn't help recalling herself twenty years ago.

　　At that time, she was also standing in the back garden of the palace, looking at her father's disappearing figure, her face was full of admiration and yearning.

　　But now.

　　Times have changed, and things have changed.

　　The former king has turned into a handful of loess, drifting away in the wind.

　　And the former princess has fallen into a witch, and will launch the most despicable revenge against the country that once raised her.

　　"Destroy what you can't get."

　　Morgan's logic is as simple as that.

　　Only, outside of this.

　　Deep down in Morgan's heart, he was actually still looking for another answer:

　　"Father."

　　She raised her head and looked at King Uther who remained in this world in the form of a dead soul, her lips slightly wriggling:

　　"If you do it again...will you choose me?"

　　……

　　This is a good question.

　　If King Uther can give Morgan a satisfactory answer at this time, then maybe Morgan will give up her revenge plan directly.

　　The fate of the Camelot Kingdom's collapse will also usher in a huge turning point.

　　It's just a pity that Morgan is doomed to be unable to get an answer to this question.

　　"Oh, although I'm a little sorry for your old man, I still think it's better to erase your sanity temporarily."

　　Mordred said sorry to King Uther in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all.

　　I saw, under the power of the magic sword.Those undead resurrected from the shadows all put on a pair of red eyes.

　　That's proof of insanity.

　　[Skill: Madness of the Undead. 】

　　[Skill effect: Madden your Scourge, greatly increasing their attack power and speed in a short period of time. 】

　　[Skill: Revenge of Death. 】

　　[Skill effect: Ignite the soul fire of the undead, and perform an explosive attack on the enemy. 】

　　These two skills are the hidden skills of [Frostmourne], and they are privileged skills that can only be possessed temporarily when the Scourge is summoned.

　　After acquiring these two skills, Mordred felt that the game seemed to have changed its style.

　　If it was said that he was playing a role-playing game just now, and had a close fight with Artoria.

　　Well, now he is probably playing a sandbox strategy game-playing the role of a commander, he needs to manipulate his undead army to crusade the big boss named [Altoria] in front of him.

　　This is a game without the slightest chance of winning.

　　Artoria in the battlefield is helpless, even in the face of these undead army who do not know what pain and fear are, there is absolutely no exception.

　　Those terrifying-looking soul explosions were unable to cause any damage to Artoria's armor - let alone shake her indestructible will.

　　However, from another point of view, Mordred never expected that these undead could bring any trouble to Artoria.

　　From beginning to end, Mordred had only one idea:

　　That is to use the undead of these warriors who once fought for the Kingdom of Camelot as bait to provoke the righteous and noble knight king in front of him.

　　And at the end of the last.

　　When the undead had been consumed by Mordred, only the King Uther, who was sitting on the skeleton warhorse, was fighting alone.

　　Artoria, whose anger had reached a limit, finally couldn't bear it anymore!

　　"I absolutely cannot allow you to do this!"

　　"At least... Absolutely not!"

　　She raised her head, looked at King Uther's scarlet eyes, and couldn't help feeling heartache.

　　She knew that she had made a huge mistake.

　　In order to protect this palace that took a lot of effort to build, she even allowed the enemy to insult these heroic spirits who had fought for the Kingdom of Camelot and died on the battlefield in this way.

　　And now, until she had to face her own father, she felt remorse.

　　Now, she must stop this evil enemy in front of her to avoid making more serious mistakes.

　　"Sorry, Father."

　　Arturia said softly, slightly raising the holy sword in her hand.

　　The dazzling golden light escaped from the holy sword and surrounded Arturia like a star, rendering it sacred and inviolable.

　　The sword of the oath of victory.

　　As the name suggests, it is a weapon that signed an oath with [Victory].

　　The owner of this holy sword can win the final victory no matter what kind of enemy he fights.

　　For a defeated person like King Uther who once fought for what he wanted to protect and finally died on the battlefield.The [Hope] and [Miracle] contained in this holy sword are the most ideal way for them to return home!