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For Mordred, this was probably the most unbearable response. With a roar, the rebellious knight slashed with his sword.

King Arthur responded with his sword, and sparks scattered from the two holy swords. They are fighting for victory, but the result will not change. As Mordred said, no matter who wins, the nation will quickly perish.

You should have known it would be like this from the beginning! You knew it from the beginning! As long as you give up the throne to me, this result will not happen...!

The momentum of Mordred's sword did not slow down at all, and she roared without emotion, containing anger, joy, and indescribable emotions.

Mordred, who was born as a child of incest, longed for his father, but was rejected and denied his existence. In the end, the two fought like this on the battlefield.

——I hate you so much, I hate you so much! It’s so hateful, you perfect king! It’s so hateful that you refuse to acknowledge my existence! Obviously as long as I can be your shadow, I will be very satisfied, but you have never looked back at me!

—So this is a fitting punishment, King Arthur. I'm going to destroy everything about you, this guy, and everything about you!

Hate?! Hate me?! Hate me, the child of the curse?! Answer me...answer me, King Arthur!

Finally, King Arthur responded to the cry, and in a voice that could not reveal any emotion, the king made a declaration.

Because you are not qualified to be a king.

The extremely indifferent answer simply understood Mordred's actions and mercilessly characterized her as not worthy of a king.

With those decisive words, the holy spear Lungominiad penetrated Mordred's chest.

No matter how hard the steel is, it is meaningless in front of this gun. Mordred's helmet cracked, revealing the girl's face that Lion Jie was familiar with.

Although blood was still dripping from his lips, Mordred still stretched out his hand to King Arthur in front of him.

Father, King.

Turning a blind eye to the girl's dying movements, King Arthur turned and left wordlessly after realizing that he had won the battle.

After this, King Arthur, led by the knight Bedivere, threw the sword back into the lake. There are legends that King Arthur died there, and there are also legends that King Arthur went to Avalon to heal his wounds.

The legend of King Arthur ends here.

Lion Jie didn't even look at the leaving King Arthur, but looked at the slumped Mordred. Then, he sighed deeply.

Damn, what an uncomfortable dream.

This dream is so real, so vivid that you can even smell the smell of blood. Mordred's eyes had completely lost their luster, and he was like an empty shell without a soul, sitting on the ground with a blank look on his face.

That's right, both then and now, the real Mordred is already a corpse, a corpse that will eventually rot and be eaten by insects and ants.

King Arthur became a legend, and Mordred became the knight who sullied his legend.

Her passion and her deepest desire could not remain anywhere, they just dissipated in the wind. Until the end, even her own relatives did not show any favor to her.

Hey, what I summoned is really troublesome.

Shishi Jie thought that there must be a limit to the similarity between the two. After all, they are just heroic spirits from another world. Although the spiritual connection between two people is very important, if the entanglement is too deep, it is another matter, because as long as the Holy Grail is obtained, the relationship between the two will end.

In other words, even if Lion Tribulation wants to change something, he is powerless.

Therefore, this was simply a dream that was intentionally unpleasant. For Shizi Jie, nothing is more unpleasant to him than the theme of children seeking their father's love.

Lion Zed sat down next to Mordred's body while waiting to wake up. Then, he just looked at the dying country and the collapsing people indifferently.

No matter which era or country we are in, there is no difference in the final situation——

After dawn, the first thing Lion Jie said to Hong was:

Really, don't let me have such strange dreams.

I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about, but is that my fault?

Hearing this unreasonable complaint, Xiao Mo, who was playing with the cat, opened his eyes in surprise.

The two did not stay in the underground cemetery in Tolifas, but spent the night in a small hotel in Sighisoara. Just in case, I still gave him a hint and stayed in a room opened by someone else.

It is said that in a certain Holy Grail War, someone blew up the entire hotel building in order to kill his opponent, causing immeasurable destruction and losses. Therefore, it is always better to be cautious.

So, why do you want us to come here?

Because of the priest's order, according to the young man I met in the church, a servant from the red side appeared here.

The autumn air was crisp, and the two people, who seemed out of place in the outdoor cafe, were having afternoon tea. Xiao Mo looked at the ancient buildings that were the same as in his previous life and turned away with an unhappy expression, while Shi Zi Jie silently read the map in the local newspaper to learn about the information here.

Damn it... this boring place really makes my hands and feet uncomfortable. It's no different from my time! Mordred was bored and could only find fun in the wild cats on the roadside, using his agility that was not inferior to that of cats. They chase each other and make threatening expressions with evil intentions, just like a large cat.

In this case, I won't give up until I have a good fight with the enemy servants!

Be happy, if the priest's information is correct, Black's followers have arrived here. Once night falls, there will be fighting and killing, right?

Oh! Mordred became excited and clinked his fists. I'm really looking forward to it. Who will be my enemy in my first servant battle?

Xiao Mo, who was shouting so excitedly, did not notice a group of four people crossing the street. Among them, a slender figure in black robe raised his head and glanced at her faintly.

What's wrong, my king? After disguising himself, the young man looked ordinary, but his temperament and demeanor were different from ordinary people's. How do you feel when you see your child?

Please correct your words, Qing Shuo Yue. Arturia withdrew her eyes and hid her expression under her black robe, Sir Mordred is a Knight of the Round Table, but that's all.

It’s really the same words as the one from Chaldea... Shuo Yue sighed inwardly, and beside them, the sixth director Lingxia, who was holding the silver-haired little girl, smiled and said: Is that Miss Artoria's child? They look really similar.”

Lingxia! Artoria was a little dissatisfied. She was about to say something, but suddenly she bumped into Shuo Yue's back.

The replica projected by Shuoyue: Hades' cloak, although it obscured her appearance, it also limited her field of vision. In pain, Daimao covered his nose and looked aggrievedly at the young man who was standing still.

Shuo Yueqing, why did you stop suddenly?

Here. Shuo Yue pursed her lips towards the shop on the roadside and followed his line of sight. It was a small mask stall.

Although we have the task of conquering Mordred today, we still have plenty of rest time before nightfall.

Having said this, Shuo Yue looked at Du Mao hidden under the black robe and showed a slight smile.

I can't let you be so secretive all the time that you can't even enjoy your rest.

Without giving Artoria time to retort, Shuo Yue stepped forward, communicated with the merchant for a while, bought a little lion mask, and gave it to Dai Mao.

Whether it is Fantasy Carnival or other series, it has been mentioned more than once that Artoli had raised a lion cub before, and she has been very concerned about lions since then, thinking that it is a symbol of strength.

Um... However, faced with Shuo Yue's overly frank actions, Artoria became shy instead, Um, Shuo Yueqing, did you make a mistake? I am the king, how could I wear something so cute? No, Such a childish mask...right?

It's a pity that the person in front of her is not Shuoyue himself, but Shuoyue who appears in assassin mode.

That's it. Shuo Yue responded noncommittally, stretched out her hand and took off Artoria's cloak.

The dull hair that had been suppressed for too long was raised high, and the blond hair was spread out. Arturia's beautiful face could not hide the surprise.

Shuo Yueqing?!

King, it's better not to speak now. Shuo Yue spoke while Shi Shiran got close to Artoria, personally put the little lion mask on her face and tied the rope for her, You don't want to be raped by Maud either. Did Red hear that?

She obviously wants me to subdue her... Artoria said dully, while Shuo Yue smiled and said nothing. After putting on the mask, he took a step back and looked at Artoria's current appearance, satisfied. nod.

Yes, this way you don't have to worry about being exposed.

Lingxia, the sixth director, looked at the man and the woman who were still unknowingly showing intimacy even though they were clearly called kings and knights. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

What's wrong, mom? Little Jack didn't understand love. She blinked her innocent big eyes and watched the interaction between the two 'moms'.

It's nothing, I just find it interesting.

The woman who was treated as a living sacrifice and hovered on the edge of death actually walked with many heroes one day, appreciated their interactions with ordinary people, and even gained such a lovely daughter...

It's so wonderful to be alive.

The sixth director, Lingxia, continued to move forward with gratitude, while Artoria gradually began to enjoy the joy of shopping after a brief moment of coyness.

After staying in the sea of ​​uniform flowers in Avalon for an unknown amount of time, I finally returned to the bustling streets, not to mention that shopping is one of the sources of happiness for women. For Artoria, such an experience is quite rare and precious.

Shuo Yueqing, I found that masks are really useful!

oh?

As long as you put it on, no one knows where you're looking!

As if she knew some incredible truth, Arturia excitedly shared her experience.

Really? Shuo Yue smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, the four of them happened to pass by the food stall, and Da Mao, who was wearing a little lion mask, suddenly stopped...

My king, do you really think I don’t know where you are looking?

The character in this picture is from a servant.

Chapter 444 In Tulifas

Chapter 445 In Tulifas

Ornate churches, ancient wooden staircases, secluded towers and well-preserved medieval castles, with colorful cottages protected by thick walls.

Strolling on the cobbled streets, gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses walked freely, ladies in Victoria hats stopped in front of the shop windows, a mellow British accent came from the phone booth, maple leaves fell like rain, The pools on the ground were stained red.

Stand in the underground cafe of the 13th-century bell tower and meditate, or spiral up the wooden stairs, climb the black and white tower to enjoy the sunset, and admire the concave and convex eaves with golden edges in the distance.

For Shuo Yue and Ling Xia, it was a perfect afternoon to touch history and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

For Artoria and little Jack, this is a precious time to look back on the past and enjoy the company of their Masters.

It's a pity that happy times are always so short. As the sunshine has been stored for a long time, it gradually turns into a deep sunset. The residents of Sighisoara have returned home. Even if they have not been exposed to mystery, their instincts let them understand the meaning of night. The world does not belong to them.

Mom, it's almost night. As cheerful as a bird, little Jack opened his arms and ran on the street. Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the sixth director Lingxia, Are we about to start the killing phase?

There were still a few pedestrians on the street at this moment. After hearing the child say such innocent and cruel words, they all showed expressions of disbelief. They looked at the three people behind Little Jack, then lowered their heads and walked away quickly. .

Lingxia and Artoria were both stunned for a moment, but Shuoyue didn't realize it. He walked forward with a smile and pinched the girl's cheek.

That's not what happens tonight. Tonight is Artoria's meeting with her child, just like you and Lingxia's mother.

The same murderous intent was revealed at the beginning, just like Lingxia would have her stomach ripped open by Little Jack when she answered the slightest question, Mordred would also raise his sword to attack her favorite father without hesitation, right?

But Shuo Yue believes that Artoria and Mordred will eventually resolve their differences and become the closest father and son (mother and daughter) like Lingxia and Little Jack.

After all, why are the knights of the Round Table all hopeless chefs?

Hmm. Jack didn't understand Shuo Yue's words, but this did not prevent her from responding to the movements. The girl rubbed the young man's palm affectionately, with the unique attachment of an abandoned person.

Seeing the obviously abnormal little Jack, Arturia thought about it and couldn't help but said: Shuo Yueqing, what should I do about little Jack's current situation? Can it be improved?

Miss Arturia, is there something wrong with little Jack? Lingxia was surprised, while Shuoyue paused for a moment, then said after thinking:

I can only say that it is difficult. The income and returns are not proportional at all. After all, the concept of 'aggregation of resentful spirits' is Little Jack himself. Wanting to modify this concept is tantamount to launching an attack on the entire Heroic Soul Seat and the entire realm record tape. challenge.

The sixth director, Lingxia, was silent. Obviously, little Jack was different from normal children, and she couldn't pretend to turn a blind eye after spending time with him day and night.