My Knights of the Round Table

The entire Qiugu is almost filled with corpses, and there is no place to stay at a glance.

The dusky sunset fell on this hell-like place, which brought out a sense of desolation.

There were still shouts of killing around, and there were still many knights fighting each other, not only the knights in Camelot armor, but also many other knights.

The only difference is that this time he is no longer a bystander, but a participant.

He turned into the man he saw that day, and also himself in fantasy.

Standing there motionless, as if sleepwalking on the battlefield.

But no knight, whether friendly or enemy approached him, or the corpses under his feet had shocked everything. Seeing that scene, no enemy dared to approach him.

Arthur didn't do anything, just looked at the scene in the field.

There were fewer and fewer knights, and as one knight fell after another, gradually, he was the only one standing in the field.

There is another person.

Under the hillside, a knight in red and white armor was still standing.

He was the only one who survived the fighting among the many knights.

Arthur watched them fall one by one without making a move, until the knight in red and white armor killed the last enemy, he still didn't make a move.

Looking at the knight, Arthur was a little lost.

The person in front of him always gave him a warm feeling.

No one around him had ever had this kind of armor, but the knight in red and white armor in front of him gave him a strong sense of intimacy, even more than in Bedivere.

The sword in the hands of the red and white knight also gave Arthur a familiar feeling. It was a big red and white sword that he had never seen before, but the sword was as if he had used it before, and it was very familiar.

The knight holding the great sword turned around and saw Arthur standing on the hill, facing him and opening his arms.

"How! How is it, King Arthur!"

"This is the end of your country!"

The voice and words made him not very strange.

However, the emotion in his voice that was full of hatred but also contained deep sadness and longing made him a little lost.

"This is your retribution for not giving up the throne to me!"

The knight's words surprised him.

'Mordred? '

Arthur wanted to say it, but found that he couldn't control his body right now.

Maybe he never took control of this body, he just forgot to use it before.

The sword that had been held in the right hand was held in both hands, facing the red and white knight.

"Do you hate me?! Do you hate me that much?!"

"Do you hate me as a witch's child that much?!"

"Answer me, Arthur!"

His voice full of anger and madness made him a little lost.

This is his and Morgan's child.

It's already so big.

The red and white knight at the foot of the mountain charged directly with his sword, and slashed at Arthur.

With an uncontrollable wave of his body, he blocked the attack of the red and white knights and knocked back a few steps.

The long sword in his hand also flew far away.

"I never..."

The voice came out of his mouth, but only halfway through.

Arthur's body slammed down on the hill, his pupils shrank sharply, the fingertips of his hands even carved into his flesh, and one hand grabbed his head hard, and the blood and pain kept him finally awake.

"Mordred."

The words were difficult to say, and the voice was full of pain, but he could no longer say anything.

As soon as he finished speaking, the red and white long sword slashed towards his head.

There was no resistance, he was struggling to fight for his body.

He thought of what Nimue had said to him before.

What Merry had to say.

original existence.

If he doesn't change now, but just watches all this develop naturally, he is not sure whether he is still himself in the end.

The long sword slashed down fiercely, and seeing that he didn't resist, it just stopped at his neck.

"Why don't you do it?!"

"why?!"

There is disbelief in the madness, and there is the last shred of hope.

Like a child who longs for a father's love.

Mordred's appearance made Arthur even more painful.

did not speak.

Consciousness is a little confused, and even begins to get lost.

In his hand, he also began to gradually take the shape of a silver spear.

Lungominiad.

Mordred saw Arthur kneeling on the ground with the very familiar silver spear in his hand.

Knowing Arthur well, Mordred knew that if he did summon the gun, he would not be able to defeat him anyway.

As long as the sword in his hand is easily cut off, that person's life can be solved.

Mordred did not do this, but took a few steps back in fear.

Arthur's mind became more and more confused and his consciousness became blurred. It seemed that his thoughts began to become cloudy, and an inexplicable thought replaced his mind.

Anger and despair.

Kill the man in front of him, the man who destroyed his own country.

Just when he was about to collapse, a faint floral fragrance suddenly spread to the tip of his nose, and the light and familiar floral fragrance entered his mind, which instantly restored his sanity.

He raised his head, and just wanted to say a few words to his child, but the scene in front of him changed again.

The first place.

An endless plain, surrounded by woods far away, and not far ahead is a small village near the city where he once lived.

Not far ahead, the Sword in the Stone was still inserted there.

There is no one, there is only him in the whole world.

He lost his mind.

Feelings of exhaustion and despair came over me.

"Go away, run away from it all, go to Morgan, go to Lucius, or go somewhere where no one knows you and live the life you really want."

Non-stop whispers echoed in my mind.

All kinds of negative emotions flooded my mind.

Like what Meili had done to him once when he drew his sword, or even more so.

But this time he didn't hesitate.

He walked to the sword in the stone and reached out to hold the hilt.

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Chapter 82 Chapter 28 Dreams

Another morning.

The white fog rose as usual and filled the island, covering the whole island like a fairyland.

The blond boy stood by the lake on the island and looked into the distance. The sight on the lake from the distance blocked by the white mist added a mysterious feeling.

"homesick?"

A familiar voice appeared behind him.

Arthur didn't look back, still looking at the mist in the distance, and closed his eyes.

Lucius walked to Arthur's side and followed him to look at the mist of water in the distance, but after just a few glances, he lost interest.

She didn't like the views, and to see, her garden in Ravenna was no worse than here.

Instead, he turned his head and stared at the man beside him.

"If you like, I'll let those magicians do it for you every day when we get back to Rome."

"More than that, it's boring."