My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

The originally warm atmosphere fell silent, and Mordred's expression cooled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into cold iron or an indifferent reef.

There is nothing to say, Master. I entrust my sword to you. As a knight, I don't think I am disloyal enough to serve two kings at the same time.

Like a wake-up call, Mordred's words awakened Artoria from her emotions.

Yes, no matter how much she misses the round table in the past, everything has disappeared with the passage of time.

Only Mordred, the knight who destroyed Britain, was forever engraved on the pillar of shame in history as a rebellious knight and as a son of the curse.

The rebellious knight Mordred - who ended the legend of King Arthur - killed King Arthur - the unfaithful and unfilial villain.

For future generations, just remembering this sentence is enough.

Who cares about her lonely past? Care about the reason for her rebellion?

Outside the mask, Lion Jie sighed silently, and Mordred looked indifferent.

Under the mask, Artoria's expression was dark and she closed her eyes.

All the past events will never be spoken of again.

However, as the street came to an end, this tranquility was ruthlessly broken——

Looking at the scene in the house in front of him, Mordred's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his pupils were bloodshot.

Following her gaze, Shishi Jie frowned and saw the softly smiling female magician beside the piano, as well as the back of her hand where the command spell was carved.

Black's master?

Hearing this, Arturia's heart skipped a beat, and a chill came over her, prompting her to look out the window——

The silver-haired little girl cheered and rushed towards the blond girl in front of her. The girl had the same beautiful face as King Arthur, and an extremely similar awe-inspiring temperament.

The light in the room was dim, blurring the girl's eyes. If she didn't know where she was, Artoria would definitely think that the person half-kneeling on the ground, hugging little Jack, was her.

And with Servant-level hearing, the girl's cheerful voice was so clear:

Mother!

Mother? Mother!

She called 'King Arthur' with a voice full of nostalgia, and 'King Arthur' also showed a gentle expression and responded to his lovely daughter.

——And Mordred was standing on the cold street outside the house.

Already aware of what was going to happen next, Artoria closed her eyes in pain and wanted to liberate the armed forces to stop her, but she was gently pushed away, and where she originally stood, Chi Lei Explode!

The sky thousands of miles away suddenly beat like a drum.

It was as if the Iron Curtain was cracking, and countless cracks emerged from the night sky. This was proof that the fragile air could not contain the overly violent power and was on the verge of collapse.

The bloody thunder drum roared and vibrated, branches protruding from the ground and filling the night sky of Sighisoara. When it reached the highest point, it rolled back and hit the earth like a hammer.

Just sound.

The windows of countless houses were shattered!

The unreserved red thunder turned into a dark hell, tearing the night apart and igniting it. In the prison filled with blood and hatred, the red and white demons were soaring, soaring, soaring!

There is no way to vent, it is unbelievable.

Dragging red thunder, roaring and roaring.

Like weeping blood, a shrill roar exploded throughout Sighisoara:

! ! !

I don’t know if anyone has noticed that there is no voice related to the Knights of the Round Table in FGO. If there is, it would be for the entire Round Table (such as Bai Qiandai)... Well, I don’t quite understand. You must know that the Knights of the Round Table are All the idiots have their own voices.

Chapter 447 Sighisoara, where the storm is gathering: The Saint

Chapter 448 Stormy Sighisoara: Flag of the Saint

The red thunder shone and scorched the earth everywhere.

It was as if a bomb had exploded from Mordred's body. The energetic naughty kid, the foodie, the servant of the Lion Tribulation...all the illusions were burned away by the quenching chain's anger, replaced by cold and hard ones. Full body armor, and a red and white helmet that hides infidelity.

Rebel, king-slayer.

The Cursed Child, the Knight of Vengeance.

——This is the Mordred in history, this is her true face!

Even if what is sown is beauty and longing, the soil of malice is too deep and there is too much weeping rain and dew. The seeds of light have been buried, and what emerges from them can only be twisted and filthy withered branches. Even the shriveled fruit is destined to be filled with blood and hatred!

And there is only one source and origin of this hatred——

! ! !

The scream was almost hoarse, and the evil blood thunder spread instantly, crawled up her body along Mordred's fingers, and penetrated into her lungs, burning vigorously as if attached to the skeleton.

Mother? You actually call King Arthur your mother?

That's it...that's it!

Is it because you have other children that you reject me, Arthur?

Then let me tear it all to pieces, let me rebel against you, until you are willing to look at me with hatred in your eyes - my appearance is reflected in your eyes!

Let me rebel against all this!

Every thought was burned away by the flames. The red and white knight roared, burning himself wantonly, or sweeping forward like a flame and thunderstorm of hatred.

Black's master, kill!

Kill that kid!

King Arthur - Kill! kill! kill!

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!

Under such extreme emotion, Mordred ignored the Master's order for the first time and released the true name of the Noble Phantasm:

This is the evil sword that destroyed my father, a rebellion against my gorgeous father!

The sea of ​​red thunder tearing through the night sky shrouded the town like a doomsday, as if time and space were reversed, and the bloody setting sun rose from the horizon, so passionate and desperate, just like the last battle between father and son on the hills of Kamlan.

No one cares about the cries of ordinary people, and no one cares about how troublesome the church's aftermath is. The rebellious knight has drawn his sword. Facing the sudden attack, the blond 'King Arthur' protects the people around him behind him and holds on. The flag of protection was raised.

This was definitely an unbearable blow. It was a torrent of magic caused by Red mixed with a lifetime of hatred and anger. However, it was not King Arthur who bore this blow, but the absolute arbiter of the Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc.

My lord——

Holding the holy flag tightly with her slender hands, Joan of Arc activated her true name with a holy look on her face.

The flag that Joan of Arc holds in her hand as a substitute for a sword. The holy flag, which brought countless encouragement and inspiration to the soldiers who followed the Saint, is said to have always protected the Saint who is always fighting on the front line.

Appear here!

This is the embodiment of the legend of waving the flag on the battlefield and winning the battle with almost no injuries. And if this flag is activated as a Noble Phantasm, it will convert the extra-standard magic power possessed by Joan of Arc into protective power against all physical or supernatural attacks.

Facing the blow released by Hong that contained all the hatred and joy, the holy flag completely blocked it——

Whether it is Joan of Arc, or the Sixth Director Lingxia and Little Jack behind her, now they have completely entrusted their lives to the holy flag in their hands, and they can only stare at the slender but tough figure of the girl in front of them.

Facing the violent whirlpool of magic power, he just endured it silently.

Her figure - she resembled someone who was fighting against all the evil in the world.

It also looks very similar to someone who fights against the dying planet.

It's very similar to everyone who uses their insignificant human body to fight against that in front of them.

With dignity, will, love, anger, or some other belief, even in the face of powerful violence that can easily kill tens of thousands of people, people still have the heart to rise up and fight with courage that transcends fear.

Shuo Yue looked at her small back and couldn't help but feel some pity. Although he knew that this was an arrogant idea, when he thought of the sad legend of her life, he could not let go of this feeling no matter what.

Resentment is normal, and hatred is understandable. However, there is neither hatred nor resentment, not even nostalgia. That was an idea that even his true form, as an assassin, couldn't understand.

Arturia, who was held back by Shuo Yue and prevented her from moving, inadvertently remembered the myth that Merlin told her about the old man parting the sea. The torrent of magic power that was completely blocked looked like divided sea water.

Her scabbard 'Avalon' can also block such attacks, but it cannot be as unwavering as Joan of Arc, because after all, the person who launched the attack is also hers...

Just as life has an end, a blow with all your strength also has an ending moment. The blow that was filled with red power was finally blocked by Joan of Arc's unfurled holy flag. Even the terrifying energy leaked was deliberately directed into the sky by the saint, turning into meteors shooting into the universe.

After the light of destruction disappeared, Joan finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked back behind her, and then showed a bright and dazzling smile.

You are all fine. That's great. Please leave as soon as possible.

The moment she turned around, the saint's love disappeared and was replaced by the majesty of the judge. Even when faced with the anger of revenge, her beautiful face remained unmoved.

red!

Her call was only met with Mordred's slashing attack filled with murderous intent.

Go to hell, King Arthur!

The lightning stung Jeanne's eyes. She frowned slightly, raised the holy flag to hold the attack firmly, and then took advantage of the situation to retreat and came to the deserted street. Hong was more like a swordsman than a swordsman. Like a berserker, he roared blindly and poured out his hatred on the sword.

Arthur! I'm going to kill you, let me kill you!

? Arthur? King Arthur?

The holy flag creaked, and the king's sword stained red with magic and hatred had unimaginable power. Even if Joan completely blocked it, the frenzied emotions still impacted her heart, but even so, Joan remained calm. Thinking.

Red’s real name is Mordred, the rebellious knight who ended the legend of King Arthur—that is to say, she mistakenly identified me as King Arthur?

Do I look a lot like King Arthur? He is a man! What's more, I belong to France and she belongs to Britain. There is a big difference, right?

The shock in Joan's heart is destined to remain unanswered, but if she knew that during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Marshal Gil de Rey also mistook Arturia for her, she might be able to get some comfort, right?

——Although there is an essential difference in breast volume, obviously, you cannot expect the half-mad Marshal and the red-wrathed Mordred to see the details clearly.

Unless... there is external interference.

Suddenly, Mordred felt a chill all over his body. Although I don’t know where I will be attacked from. But he was definitely being targeted.

Throwing from a long distance, it may also be shooting. I don't know whether it is a throwing gun or a bow and arrow. But no matter who it is, they will be killed if they continue like this...!

Before the theoretical thinking came to a conclusion, his intuition and instinct moved. Mordred exerted some brakes on the violent thrust and forced his body to rotate.

His body crackled due to the momentary overload, and as his body turned, Mordred looked at one of the city's tourist attractions - the clock tower.

Eyes widened. Two figures appeared on the top of the bell tower, shrouded in the faint moonlight. There was a toned hero who looked like an ancient Greek sculpture. He drew his bow towards this side and loosened the bowstring!

In an instant, storms and loud noises attacked his whole body.