hero?it must be me

Mordred clenched his fists.

Glancing at the big sword clarent stuck at Zheng Qi's feet, she straightened her misaligned nose and spit out a mouthful of bloody foam.

She is not a hina who is at a loss without a sword—

"Oh, right."

Zheng Qi raised his hand and pulled out the holy sword Clarent in his hand.

"It's useless for me to keep this thing."

"Hiss—clang clang!"

The sound of piercing the air almost fell into Mordred's ears together with the lingering metallic hum.

She couldn't help but look sideways, and looked at the holy sword that had sunk deeply into the rock wall, leaving only half of the hilt outside.

"For the sake of your guts, take it."

A dark green mist slowly rolled over Zheng Qi's body surface.

"I'll make your death fair."

Chapter 364 Chapter 64: Swallow it, swallow it!

Zheng Qi's move was undoubtedly an insult to Mordred.

For anyone who prides himself on his own strength, it is an unbearable insult to be cared for by his opponent in a battle that is both decisive and life-or-death.

Not to mention a violent temper like Mordred.

If eyes can hurt people, then Zheng Qi must be facing a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords and waves at this moment.

However, this did not prevent Mordred from drawing her sword.

If it is someone like Gao Wen, or Tristan before the reversal, at this moment, I am afraid that he will not be willing to take up a weapon with the enemy's caring and compassionate heart.

They will think that if they accept such loss and recovery, they will be tantamount to humiliating themselves.

However, Mordred was different.

She would not hesitate to pick up the sharp blade again.

She can only think about how to double return the humiliation she suffered to the enemy after getting her sword back.

She can only think about how to pour out her anger with all her strength and let the enemy die without a whole body.

Without letting go of his vigilance against Zheng Qi, Mordred grabbed the hilt of the sword halfway outside the rock with one hand, and suddenly pulled it outward.

Amidst the rattling sound of rocks shaking, it took her a lot of effort to pull the entire sword body out of the rock wall.

And in this process, Zheng Qi didn't intend to hinder him in the slightest.

He really did as he said, allowing Mordred to hold the Silver King Sword, which controlled more than [-]% of his combat power, in his hand again.

The familiar touch made Mordred laugh out loud.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now!"

Mordred's behavior pattern can be said to be reckless or manic, but if it is really only reckless and manic, then she will have no chance of gaining a place in the round table anyway.

One of Mordred's characteristics is that there is always a clear purpose in this seemingly unscrupulous nonsense.

In other words, after certain conditions are met, in order to achieve the goal, they can use all kinds of paranoia.

This kind of paranoia made Mordred often walk on the narrow edge between life and death.

This kind of paranoia allowed her to become the [disaster] that subverted King Arthur's great career, and it also made her finally die under the gun of her father.

And now...

This kind of paranoia, ignited by the "blessing" of the Lion King, will eventually become the key fire.

——The kindling that is enough to burn Mordred to death!

"Crack!"

Red and black thunder spewed out from the raised sword.

That is the magic that belongs to Mordred, and it is also the hatred that belongs to Mordred.

Deep and viscous red-black, like hot blood flowing on the blade.

The sword Clarent, originally a sword exuding brilliant silver light, as a symbol of royal power, its original appearance should have both the beauty of a rare treasure and the unparalleled power of representing the brilliance of royal power. An extraordinary sword comparable to that golden holy sword exists.

However, now that it fell into Mordred's hands, it was so... ugly.

The red and black thunder light seemed to be the scorching venom twisted by the resentment and hatred that had been burning in the sword bearer's heart, entangled with the blood of his dearest relatives.

The dazzling silver light that originally belonged to it has been completely buried by the fishy heat of this venom.

This is obviously not the level that can be achieved by releasing magic power.

There is no doubt that Mordred liberated his Noble Phantasm.

Baimao, who was watching the battle situation, immediately judged this point.

However, Baimao couldn't figure it out.

How can it be so fast?

Judging from the astonishing amount of magic power condensed, this is obviously a treasure that takes a certain amount of time to mobilize magic power and consumes a lot of magic power.

However, when Mordred used this treasure, it was so easy and quick.

Almost at the moment when she raised the sword, she completed all the preparations for the release of the treasure.

With just a wave of his arms, he could make the red and black thunder rush towards his enemy.

This is not reasonable.

She had never seen the sword that attacked the mountain before, but now that she saw Mordred using the treasure, she immediately realized the problem.

Immediately, Baimao immediately thought of a possibility for this unreasonable phenomenon.

[Blessing] of the Lion King.

Immediately afterwards, recalling the torrent of red and black magic power that annihilated the mountain before, Baimao's heart tightened.

Although this direction will not affect the village, but at this distance, even the man whose physical ability is as strong as a giant monster may not be able to stop it in time!

If you are hit directly by a Noble Phantasm of this level——

Baimao's mind changes, but between lightning and flint.

At the same time, Mordred, who was ready for everything, swung the great sword in his hand without a trace of hesitation towards Zheng Qi, who was covered in dark green mist!

"Boom!!!"

All of a sudden, within the narrow path at the foot of the mountain, thunder rolled and exploded.

The torrent of red and black magic power surged past, devouring all the corpses of the solemn knights who had fallen to the ground before dissipating, and at the same time rolled towards Zheng Qi.

Seeing that Zheng Qi was about to melt into the torrent of red and black magic power just like the corpses of those solemn knights——

"?!"

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, what he saw made Mordred's eyes widen.

——Welcoming the torrent of red and black magic power is a new wave of deep and huge!

The dark green mist instantly filled the other end of the entire foothill passage.

If we say that the torrent of magic power poured out by the sword Clarent is like the manifestation of the anger in Mordred's heart, melting a more rounded and wider space on the left and right sides of the originally narrow foothill path...

Then this dark green mist is like the twilight depression that seeps into the world, silent and ubiquitous.

And this red and black thunder light full of hatred, and the dark green mist, what kind of result will the collision between the two lead to?

The answer was presented in front of Mordred's eyes.

No deafening bursts.

There is no dazzling bloom.

Some, just disappear quietly.

Yes.

The red and black thunder just so silently melted into the embrace of the dark green mist.

Like hot magma rolling into the boundless ocean.

No, not right.

Not so much ablation...

Rather, it's like being [swallowed].

What power is this?

With such a natural question in his mind, Mordred did not give up the fight.

She tried to rely on the power of blessing to squeeze her body even more.

But at this moment, amidst the layers of fog, a gloomy light shot out, and before Mordred, who was concentrating on outputting magic power, could react, it bypassed the torrent of magic power and entangled Mordred tightly. The right arm holding the hilt of the sword.

It wasn't until this time that Mordred had time to see the true face of the dim light.

It was a dark green chain that was the same color as the mist.

The next moment, the unexpected "weakness" of the [Blessing] in his body caught Mordred by surprise.

And this moment of bewilderment made Mordred lose the opportunity to struggle.

The fog is faint, sweeping up.

Be it a torrent of magic power or a frightened knight.

Everything, at this moment, returns to silence.

The mess in the foothills was left alone, as if silently telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of life and death.

Chapter 365 Chapter 65: This is fair

"This, this is—"

With the sword guarding the midline of his body, Mordred looked around.

What will the world after death look like?

Mordred has never thought about this kind of problem, even in her lifetime, as a short-lived [artificial human], she has never thought about this kind of problem.

However, at this moment, looking at the scene in front of him, Mordred couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

——The world after death, I am afraid, is like this.

Gloomy, silent, with no top to bottom and no bottom to bottom, in this boundless space that seems to have no sky and no land, only the dark green mist rolls endlessly.

Looking at such a scene, Mordred suddenly felt a little grateful for his status as a servant.

If it wasn't for her not being considered a living person, she might have to check her memory at this moment...

As a follower, there is no reason for her to [die] again.

No matter how bluffing this scenery is, it is the enemy's method after all!

——Is it an inherent enchantment?

Mordred thought.

Even Mordred, who is not very interested in learning written knowledge, still knows the great magic of the inherent enchantment.

As one of the special magic closest to [magic], the inherent barrier is definitely a powerful magic even if it is placed among many heroic treasures.

Generally speaking, only existences such as demons or elves can perform this kind of great magic. However, some high-ranking spellcasters may also realize this special magic that materializes their own mental world through years of hard work. .

Among the heroic spirits of some caster jobs, there is no shortage of powerful individuals who use high-quality inherent barriers as trump card Noble Phantasms.

only……

That guy, is Caster?

Recalling the metallic muscles on his body, Mordred felt that this was even more outrageous than having Gawain act as Caster.