Creed of the heavens

After listening to Bedivere's explanation, Curse Wrist felt a little emotional: "It turns out that among the Knights of the Round Table there are still people with normal minds, I thought."

Curse Wrist only spoke half of what he said, but everyone present guessed the general meaning of the second half of his sentence.

Bedivere smiled helplessly and said, "I'm ashamed, as a member of the Knights of the Round Table, I cannot deny the accusation of Your Excellency Cursed Wrist."

"Except for Sir Lancelot, the other Knights of the Round Table chose to obey her orders even though they knew there was something wrong with the Lion King."

When Fujimaru and his party were picked up by Lu Xiao through the portal, Lancelot did not follow them, but stayed in his secret camp to make final preparations.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was somewhat stagnant, Lu Xiao clapped his hands to change the subject: "Everyone, the final decisive battle is coming, and we still have one thing to prioritize right now."

Turning to look at Fujimaru Tachika, Lu Xiao asked solemnly: "Fujimaru, have you got the Holy Grail from the Pharaoh?"

"Well, here it is."

Fujimaru took out a golden cup from his backpack, and everyone present could feel the powerful magic power from the Holy Grail.

Lu Xiao didn't care much about the magic power of the Holy Grail. What he valued more was the role of the Holy Grail as a medium to summon heroic spirits.

"Very well, time is running out, please hurry up and perform your duties."

"Your Excellency Curse Wrist, the pre-war preparations and mobilization work of the East Village will be handed over to the local Hassans. Da Vinci will stay and use his wisdom to assist you in completing the overall planning and pre-war preparations."

Curse Wrist and Baimao nodded firmly at the same time. Although Jing Mi was a little bit reluctant to part with Lu Xiao, she was a member of Hassan in the past after all, and she did not let her selfishness control her emotions.

Looking around at the remaining heroic spirits present, Lu Xiao said: "Next, we will go to the Atlas Academy and use the Holy Grail as a medium to summon at least one powerful heroic spirit."

"As the master, Fujimaru must lead the team. Others, please choose whether to accompany or not."

Chapter 298 The Witch in Action

In the holy city of Camelot, the Lion King looked at Morgan, who was still calm and calm, and Mordred, who had passed out, with a cold expression.

"Morgan, why did you act against my orders?"

There is no emotion in the words of the Lion King: "The reason why I gave Mordred the blessing of rampage is to let her play the greatest value and use her own life as a representative to fight off a strong enemy. You brought her back."

All the knights of the round table dare not confront the inhuman Lion King face to face, even Aggie, who is known as the assistant officer of iron, is no exception.

Morgan, who had just been summoned by the Lion King, remained calm in the face of the king's questioning, as if he was unaware of the deliberate pressure from the Lion King.

"Mordred is still useful. Letting her self-destruct before the final battle is just a waste of combat power. I will let her burn her life when she needs it most."

The lion king stared at Morgan for a few seconds with his green pupils as calm as a lake, and her eyes seemed to be able to look directly through the veil and the eyes.

"Forget it, the battle is imminent, let's keep the punishment for you for now, go down, I don't want to have a next time."

Morgan bowed slightly to salute, dragged Mordred and walked outside the royal court. Along the way, he could still hear the crisp sound of Mordred's armor knocking on the ground.

It wasn't until Morgan left that Aggui breathed a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere of the confrontation between the Lion King and the Great Witch made him dare not take a breath. He was like a little white rabbit caught between two ferocious beasts, he just wanted to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

One of the two is his mother, and the other is the king whom he is determined to help with all his strength. Aggui, who is in an awkward position, can only help each other.

Is this a causal loop?The king who once firmly believed in chivalry became decisive, but the mother who was always secretly planning subversive conspiracies came out from behind the scenes uncharacteristically.

And, is it my illusion?There seemed to be some subtle changes in my mother's behavior.

In the royal city, Morgan's exclusive magic studio.

Using levitation magic to move Mordred to the workbench, Morgan removed the magic armor on Mordred with a wave of his hand, revealing a very sad and flat figure.

"Ah"

Morgan couldn't help laughing when he saw Mordred's pitiful body curves, stretched out his slender white fingers and gently slid along Mordred's collarbone, sliding all the way to her slightly raised chest.

"Only in this point, you and Artoria who holds the holy sword are surprisingly similar, and you are worthy of being a father and son with blood."

Morgan's finger on Mordred's right chest suddenly shone with a silvery white light, and Mordred, who hadn't yet woken up, suddenly frowned, and the severe pain caused her to have a stress reaction even in a coma.

"Blessing?"

Morgan's right hand suspended above Mordred's heart made a gesture of grasping forcefully, pulling out a golden phantom, a conceptual object, from Mordred's body.

"Ugh!"

The unbearable pain awakened Mordred from the coma, her slender and strong waist unconsciously straightened up, her green eyes of the same color as her "parents" suddenly widened, and she also let out a painful moan.

"Hold on."

Morgan pressed Mordred's raised waist back to the workbench with his left hand, and his right hand surrounded by multiple compound magic circles pinched the ball of golden light and pulled it out forcefully.

"what!!"

With an uncontrollable scream, the workshop finally returned to calm, only Mordred's rapid panting could be heard.

As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Morgan, Mordred resisted the pain and asked in surprise: "Mother? Why are you here?"

Since Mordred was not allowed by the Lion King to return to the holy capital, she has been leading the guerrilla knights to search for the people of the mountain. She still doesn't know anything about Morgan's summoning.

"Don't rush to ask questions yet, be quiet."

Morgan ignored Mordred's question, looking solemnly at the golden holy light tightly locked by multiple seals in his hand.

"Sure enough, there is a breath of divinity, and some familiar magic power is mixed in it."

Morgan's expression under the veil was somewhat uncertain: "The Lion King is indeed Artoria himself, but he was gradually deified by the Holy Lance and lost his humanity."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Mordred touched her body subconsciously, and the lingering irritability before finally dissipated, and her control over the magic power returned to normal, and she would no longer run away at will.

"The blessing was removed?"

"Yes."

Morgan finally recovered from his contemplation, and brought the golden light in his right hand in front of Mordred.

"This is the blessing you got from the Lion King, a semi-finished rule condensed from divinity and a lot of magic power."

"Mordred, answer my question truthfully."

Since Morgan came to the Sixth Singularity, all the Knights of the Round Table have been wary of her. The questions she asked could not be answered concretely, and there was not enough clues and intelligence to analyze the abnormality of the Lion King.

"How did Artoria become like this? Have you noticed anything unusual since you were summoned?"

"No."