Lords of Camelot

"Ah! Sure enough, there are only guys who talk a lot but don't have any tricks. After I killed Lord, I made Camelot fall from the inside. You are the fastest runner. A guy like you is actually qualified to witness The end of the king...are you kidding, are you kidding!"

Mordred walked towards Bedivere while talking to herself. At this time, her aura was so strong that both Ritsuka and Mash were frightened. Mordred had never been so strong at the fourth singularity point. murderous intent.

But Bedivere was not overwhelmed by this murderous intention. Instead, he jumped up from the ground and fought with Mordred with his sword.

Clarent and Bedivere's long swords went back and forth, and the two sides were actually at an even level at this time.

Even Mashu on the side couldn't intervene at this time. The battle between these two people was too fierce. It wasn't something she could just step in casually.

"Tsk! Where did this prosthetic leg come from! No wonder you have the confidence to yell at me. You can actually use this kind of thing to resist my Clarent. I don't remember you having such a thing at that time!"

Mordred couldn't help but feel irritated. This unknown prosthetic limb could be used to directly block, grab his own holy sword, or even split his own magic to release it.

If Bedivere had had this thing before he was alive, he wouldn't have run away without even fighting him.

"Really? Don't you remember? Isn't it because Lord Mordred's brain capacity is too small that he forgot about this?"

While fighting, Bedivere used words to stimulate Mordred in front of him. Today, his venomous tongue far exceeded what Mashu and Ritsuka had seen before.

Could it be that Beidi also said such things? This is completely inconsistent with his usual gentle and elegant demeanor.

Mordred became increasingly unhappy, and she could only retort:

"Are you trying to say that I'm stupid? No, that's what you said! You've always wanted to say that before! Don't be too proud, you bastard! Bedivere, it's just that he took the extra seat. It’s just that the Lord didn’t take the seat! If the Lord took the seat, it wouldn’t be the turn for people like you to sit at the round table!”

"I became a Knight of the Round Table much earlier than you! Those who come after you have no right to say that to me!"

Bedivere replied harshly, this was indeed the truth. When Mordred sat at the round table, Bedivere had been following King Arthur in his conquests for many years.

"You are just the king's attendant, a soldier in charge! If Lord and my king hadn't appreciated you, you would have been just a soldier trainer and serving tea to King Arthur all your life, and you would never be able to sit at the Round Table! You are not even as good as me. Third-rate knight!”

Mordred knocked Bedivere back several steps with a sword, but Bedivere did not admit defeat. Instead, he rushed over again, wanting to compete with Mordred in front of him!

While waving his sword, he said: "Ah, yes! I am indeed different from others. I do not have the protection of the sun, nor the blessing of elves, nor am I an extraordinary person like Lord Davian. I am just a human being. An ordinary knight, but the king entrusted his final entrustment to me!

In order to repay the king's kindness, I got this arm. It was given to me by the great magician Merlin——"

"Arm of Nuada!" At this point, Bedivere caught a flaw in Mordred's swordsmanship. He raised his silver arm and punched Mordred directly, hitting her helmet. He flew out.

This punch actually sent Mordred flying several meters away, even Mashu and Ritsuka standing next to him were stunned.

The fighting between the two sides stopped at this moment for half a minute, and then Mordred stood up unsteadily. As the helmet deformed, she revealed her face in front of everyone.

The half of her face that had been hit by Bedivere was swollen, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth.

But Mordred didn't care about the pain on her face. She just wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth casually and then raised her head and stared at Bedivere in front of her like a wild beast.

"Finally...you said the last thing about the king...you bastard, now you have really angered me! I will kill you now, I will kill you until there is no flesh and blood left!"

I will not report what you are doing here to the Lion King. How can the King entrust his life to a person like you! The boiling wrath of the Broken Star—launched against my father..."

Just when Mordred was about to use all her strength to clear the area with a single shot of her Noble Phantasm, an arrow struck from the air and hit the joints of her arm and shoulder from the side, interrupting her energy storage and forcing her to stop. Got the treasure.

"Who is it! Do you want to die by interrupting my attack?" She looked towards the direction of the arrow. Arash was there with his bow and arrow ready. If Mordred planned to continue, then his attack would be It will keep coming.

"This is a battle, and it's normal for one side to die, especially the guy who ignores his own limits and plans to come forward." Arash continued to aim at Mordred, and Ritsuka and Mashu also felt reassured by his arrival.

Since Arash is here, it means that all the solemn knights brought by Mordred must have been defeated.

Sure enough, Arash smiled and said to several people at this time: "Well done, Mashu, Ritsuka and Bedivere. Thanks to you for delaying the knights of the Round Table, we have all the solemn knights she brought. Knocked down.

But what should I say? This little brother just planned to drag everyone to self-destruct. "

"It's the berserk blessing. Mordred just planned to liberate it and then blow up the whole mountain together." Da Vinci also arrived, and her artificial flying fist was already aimed at Mord. Red.

Now it's four against one, and Mordred has absolutely no chance of winning.

Ritsuka and Mashu happily called Da Vinci, and Da Vinci continued to explain to them what had just happened: "Even if it is a heroic spirit, losing control of its magic power will only lead to self-destruction. At most, it will only increase the power of the Noble Phantasm. .Rampage sounds nice, but in fact it is just the furnace core being overloaded and melting down.

Mordred, do you really understand? The Lion King who gives you blessings treats you as this kind of thing. "

"Bang!" Mordred spat on the ground dissatisfied and then said to several people at the scene, "Ah, you're right! It's just a trick. Anyway, I'm just a hound, as long as I keep hunting. I would be satisfied if the enemy exposed their corpses in the wilderness! That’s why I have to drag you as my backers to die with me!”

After saying that, she actually raised the holy sword and planned to use it so hard that she would be killed along with everyone here. But Arash's arrow arrived much faster than the time it took for her to charge up.

"What is this! Even if I am an enemy, I will still be angry! Just because I lost the battle, I want to blow myself up and destroy everything? There is no dignity as a warrior! I said, you guys, are you still a Knight of the Round Table? Are you the only one? Were you brave at first?”

Mordred was so ashamed by Arash's words that he didn't know how to refute.

But Arash would not take care of his emotions. He continued to speak his words to Mordred: "Listen carefully, if you want to use your life, you should use it for your own dignity or the place that should be protected!

Don’t get us all involved just because you give up on yourself! Although I like taking care of children, I don't want to take care of a brat like you. "

When Mordred was about to say something to refute, a clear chirp came from the sky, and Mordred could only put away his weapon. That guy is here, and it seems that's the end of it this time.