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Volume 4: The Beginning of the War of Gods 876 Thoughts of the heaven and earth, I cried with sadness

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    "Have you seen, King Arthur, your country has only been destroyed, no matter you or I win, as you can see everything has been reduced to ruins!" In the roar that contained hatred and excitement, Mo Mo  Dredd waved the long sword in her hand and slashed forward fiercely. Facing the king and the person in front of her who was related to her by blood, she did not hold anything back. The only thought in her mind was to insert the sword into the opponent's body.  .

    Bang!

    Amidst the clash of swords, Artolia was shaken backwards. She clenched her silver teeth and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Although the hand holding the sword was still so strong, it was already trembling slightly.

    There is no weak person among the Knights of the Round Table, and there is no weak person in King Arthur's army. Even though Artolia's current strength far exceeds "a year ago", in the previous battle, almost all her strength was exhausted, and her body's  The armor was no longer shiny and there were sword marks everywhere. The blood on it was from the enemy as well as her own.  She is still able to fight only because of her willpower, but facing Mordred who is not inferior to her original self, it is extremely difficult for her to defeat him.

    However, although the things she wants to protect have changed, her strong and stubborn character has not changed at all. Even if she is at an absolute disadvantage, she has never thought of giving up.

    "Your country was destroyed because of me, do you hate me? Yes, Lou doesn't do the same, and hates you even more than you do!" Mordred roared as if venting his anger, and slashed three swords with all his strength again.

    Lou!

    Artolia was immediately blasted away, fell off the sword mound, and rolled over the pile of corpses. She felt the force coming from behind, and before she could turn around, she swung her sword forward to block.

    Bang!

    The two swords struck each other, Artoria knelt on the ground with one knee, holding the sword in one hand, and blocked Mordred's full-strength attack. The contact between the sword's edge and the sword's edge spurted out fierce fire.

    Mordred was condescending, with a proud smile on his lips. While exerting pressure, he also smiled and said, "Oh, if it was just an ordinary sword, it would have been cut off by you at this moment. But what a pity, this one in my hand  The sword is the same as your holy sword." It is true to say that the Lady of the Lake wholesales holy swords. Not only King Arthur and Lancelot have holy swords, but even the top ten knights of the Round Table have holy swords.  , and what Mordred holds in his hand is the Sword of Victory, whose power is no less powerful than the Sword of Victory without a scabbard.

    With this holy sword that does not belong to her, coupled with Mordred¡¯s own physical strength, Artolia herself knows that this battle is a narrow escape, but!

    chicken!

    With a bite of his silver teeth, Artoria lunged to the side. The sword edge grazed by the force, making a harsh clang. Mordred frowned reflexively, and even his strength relaxed.  Artolia took this opportunity to kick her in the back, sending her flying away.

    Mordred stood up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said disdainfully, "Tsk, you obviously have such a good chance to hit me hard, even though you may not be able to succeed, you don't even need to cut me with a sword. Are you still showing mercy now?"  ? Or are you naive to think that we can reconcile?" "That'simpossible!" With a roar full of hatred, Mordred attacked again, but Artolia missed the opportunity and only  I can grit my teeth and support myself.

    Indeed, if it was her before, she would never miss such a good opportunity just now. Even if she couldn't chop off Mordred's head with a sword, she could still severely damage him. But she can't do it now, not because of her naivety.  Not because she was thinking about reconciliation, but because the person fighting her at the moment was her child!

    No matter how taboo Mordred's origin is, no matter how forced and undesired her origin is, she is her own blood-related child after all. No one can deny this In the past, Artolia was not elegant.  She would admit that this child was something she couldn't accept as a king, and she couldn't accept it as a human being. However, since she gave birth to a child herself, she finally understood what it was like to be a mother.

    The last few days between the worlds were her happiest days as a woman and her happiest days as a mother. While giving her children meticulous care, they also reminded her of Modre.  De, she owes too much to this daughter.

    "Mordred has never received her care or recognition. In fact, she can't even look at her. It's not unreasonable for her to hate herself so much, or it can be said to be natural.

    She can be ruthless and cut off the killing sword to the Knights of the Round Table who have followed her for many years, in order to end the war, but how can she do it to her own child?

    Artolia was reluctant to take action, but Mordred would not give up. Her attacks were like a violent storm, and the Sword of Victory was waved by herA fierce chop, along with her unwilling and angry resentment, "I understand, you have hated me from the beginning, because my uncleanness has tarnished your sanctity, so no matter how hard I try,  How excellent he is, but he is always like trash in your eyes!" "Mordred" Artolia wanted to explain, but she couldn't say the words.  Now that things have happened, what's the point of what she says?  The scars on Mordred's body caused by his indifference knife could not be healed, and the debt he owed her could never be made up for.

    Therefore, facing Mordred's questioning, she had no way to refute, she could only grit her teeth and block the violent and deadly attacks again and again.

    "I am braver than anyone else. On the battlefield, I rush in front of everyone. In every battle, I am the last one to retreat. I am stronger than anyone else. Even Lancelot, I can fight him head-on.  , But why can I only be ranked at the bottom of the Knights of the Round Table? Because I am the person you hate!" Lou!

    This time, Mordred's attack finally worked. The Sword of Vow of Victory was blown away by her under the heavy blow. The fierce force knocked Artolia away several meters away. The Sword of Victory made a vicious sound.  With the roar of blood, it pulled Mordred forward and stabbed forward.

    Is this the end? At this moment, Artolia's hands and feet were weak, and she could barely stand. Facing this fatal sword, she had no power to fight back. She said sorry in her heart and closed her eyes in lament.

    Then there was a chirping sound, and some kind of weapon penetrated the armor and penetrated the flesh.

    Feeling the stinging pain in her head, Artolia instinctively opened her eyes and found Mordred standing in front of her, with the tip of the Wheel of Victory Sword pressed against her forehead, but the attack was not complete.  Falling down, because the armor on her chest was broken, a spear pierced her heart directly, and at the other end of the spear were her own hands!

    "This is?!" Artolia's eyes widened and she couldn't believe it.

    "It turned out to be such an ending. Maybe I had thought of it from the beginning." Mordred vomited blood, and with a clang, the Wheel of Victory Sword fell to the ground, and her body slowly slid to the ground.

    "Mordred!" Artolia hugged him reflexively and sat on the ground, with painful tears falling from her eyes.

    She finally understood what happened at that moment. Although she had given up resistance, when Mordred's sword cut her, her body's survival instinct made her body react most directly to transcend.  The speed she possesses pierced the spear standing next to Mordred into Mordred's body.

    "Haha, this is the first time I have seen a crying king. Why is this?" Mordred looked at the tears in Artolia's eyes and smiled foolishly.

    She is not a normal person. Although she looks seventeen or eighteen years old, in fact she has not lived for more than twelve years. It is just that Morgan used special means to mature her mind and body. But this method is undoubtedly  It was an act that was counterproductive and had great hidden dangers. The moment her heart was pierced, all her functions had stopped, and even her consciousness became extremely blurred.

    But now, she can still maintain a certain degree of consciousness, but it's because of "Father? Or mother? How should I call you?"

    There was a serious and yearning look in Mordred's eyes. She remembered that when she saw King Arthur for the first time, she was full of admiration like an innocent child. She only felt that she was the luckiest person in her life to be with such a king.  Whatever happened, he would follow him to the end of the world, but he was dismissive of Morgan's plan.

    When he learned that he was King Arthur's child, the inferiority complex caused by his unbearable background suddenly disappeared. Since he is the king who is above human beings, the fact that he is her child and "not a human being" is even more important.  It can be said to be an honor. As the king's heir, he is both physically and mentally fit.

    Mordred was so ecstatic at the time, thinking that one day she would be appreciated by her god-like "father". She worked day and night just to become a knight worthy of the status of "the king's child" as soon as possible, and then live uprightly.  Standing in front of the king, showing his sincere respect from the bottom of his heart But!

    "I'm sorry, Mordred." Artolia didn't know what Mordred was thinking, but after listening to what she just said, she already knew what kind of feelings the other person had, but she trampled on those feelings.  , regret and sorrow formed into tears.

    Tears fell on his face, and Mordred regained his consciousness a little. Seeing the king's expression, he finally showed a bitter smile, stretched out his hand to touch Artolia's face, "Why,  Why not earlier,I am so"

    The hand fell down before it even touched Wang's face, along with??She could no longer finish her words.

    Mordred¡¯s life completely disappeared.  !  .
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