hero?it must be me

Whose serious caster would not chant, build a position, or make props, and would drop from the sky with his bare hands into the enemy's formation, smashing "watermelons" everywhere with a pair of fists bigger than a human head?

But if it wasn't for Caster, it would be too absurd to say that such a real phenomenon is a trick like illusion.

Thinking about it this way, there is only one answer.

Not a Caster, but with such an inherent barrier...

Mordred's face sank.

The scene of the inherent enchantment is the display of the world of the owner's mind.

(That guy was really not a good person when he was alive.)

Tightening the great sword in his hand, Mordred thought so, and did not act rashly.

It was precisely because he knew some knowledge about the inherent enchantment that Mordred did not continue to use the power of [Blessing] to squeeze himself endlessly.

She knew that even if she blew herself up and recited the real name of the treasure, and did her best with the help of [Blessing], she probably wouldn't be able to break this inherent barrier.

The sword in her hand really doesn't have such extraordinary power, nor does it have a certain characteristic that can be effective against the inherent enchantment.

Therefore, the only thing Mordred can do now is to find an opportunity to catch Zheng Qi, who is the holder of the inherent barrier, as long as she can seize the opportunity and die with Zheng Qi directly...

Mordred felt that the other party might not give her this chance.

And, on top of that...

Mordred glanced at the chains that bound his arms.

(This is the chain that Tristan and Gao Wen were talking about, huh! It's more troublesome than imagined!)

She tried, but she couldn't untie the chain at all with strength alone.

Even the sword in his hand couldn't split it.

As for moving along the chain, or trying to pull the chain to pull the opponent out...

Having personally experienced Zheng Qi's unreasonable power, Mordred would not be stupid at such a time.

Just being careful not to be suddenly dragged down by the other party's strange force, she had to raise her mental vigilance.

"Boom."

And at this moment, the chain suddenly made a clanging sound.

Mordred's body suddenly looked like a frightened cat, with his upper body leaning forward, his waist and horse sinking, and his back slightly arched.

She stared at the direction where the shaking sound came from.

The endless fog suddenly separated to the two sides.

Under the guard of the faint mist, a colossal figure slowly stepped into Mordred's field of vision.

That is Zheng Qi.

However, it is not [Zheng Qi] who is the supreme supreme in this desperate situation of reincarnation.

Instead, the hot sulfur breath was surging all over his body, his head had two horns, and his eyes were like Zheng Qi at dusk.

Facing the lonely Mordred, Zheng Qi did not choose to crush him with a steely tyrant.

He stood here to fulfill the promise he had just made to Mordred.

This gloomy realm of death is nothing more than an arena for both parties to focus on.

"...You really dare to show your face."

Mordred sneered and said, "I thought you would hide somewhere, and wait until I was dying, and then jump out and mock me."

"If you want to blow yourself up, you can come here now, Mordred."

However, in the face of Mordred's provocation, Zheng Qi just raised his right hand calmly.

The chain of resentment originally wrapped around Mordred's right arm quietly loosened, and in the blink of an eye, it retracted into Zheng Qi's body and disappeared without a trace.

Feeling the blessings in his body revived, Mordred didn't show any joy on his face.

It's better to say that her expression is even more stinky.

"What do you mean?"

"I said, I will make your death fair."

Zheng Qi looked directly at Mordred's eyes that seemed to be on fire.

"The [Blessing] in your body is not so much a strengthening, but a [Furnace Meltdown] that allows you to operate at super high power overload. From the moment you got back the big sword, you have been thinking about how to die with me Alright."

Having said that, Zheng Qi frowned slightly: "The [blessing] given to you by the Lion King can basically represent her attitude towards you."

"..."

Mordred was silent.

I don't know if it's because Zheng Qi got the idea, or...

"However, I will go to her to settle her account."

"Now it is your turn."

As Zheng Qi said, he turned around suddenly, and sat cross-legged with his back to Mordred.

"Go ahead."

He said this to Mordred.

For a moment, looking at Zheng Qi's seemingly defenseless back, Mordred stared, not knowing how to react.

(There seems to be something tattooed on his back...is it words?)

(No, no, now is not the time to care about this!)

After about two seconds, she said in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Zheng Qi turned his head slightly: "Is it difficult to understand?"

Obviously on the side being questioned, Zheng Qi looked more confused than Mordred.

"I let you do it."

"Whether it's a sword, a fist, a foot, a head hammer, or a bite, whatever you like, it doesn't matter if you use that [Blessing] to come up and hug me and blow yourself up."

"Until you're at your wit's end, I won't hide or block, I'll do whatever you want."

"but……"

Zheng Qi turned around.

"When your attack stops, it's my turn."

(... what am I listening to?)

Mordred looked blank.

She could clearly hear every syllable Zheng Qi said.

But she couldn't understand the meaning of the words composed of these syllables.

(What is this guy... talking about...)

"You, what are you talking about..."

"I said, I want you to die fairly."

Supporting his knee with one hand, Zheng Qi said without turning his head.

"It's only fair for you to be my enemy."

Chapter 366 Chapter 66: Well done, Mordred

"The boiling wrath of the Broken Star..."

It's very clear.

The meaning of this bastard in front of me is already very clear.

Then, what you should do is very clear.

With both hands clenched on the hilt of the sword, the bloody Thunder spoke of the anger and madness that was only one step away from hysteria.

Mordred stared at the man who until this moment had still turned his back to her, not even turning his head to look at her.

Recording the merits and demerits of life, the real name of the Noble Phantasm rolled out from the depths of Mordred's throat.

The deep gnashing of teeth is like the low growl of a fierce dog about to bite the throat of its prey, or the agitation reverberating among the peaks before a mountain torrent erupts.

"Clarent Blood—"

The rebellious knight brandished the magic sword once stained with the king's blood.

"—— Arthur!!!"

Bright light gushes out.

Loud roar.

Within the gloomy realm of death, violent thunder suddenly exploded!

Zheng Qi's figure seemed so insignificant in front of the overwhelming thunder light, he was submerged under the mighty momentum in the blink of an eye.

however……

Even the catastrophe that falls from the sky will eventually subside in the boundless deep sea.

When the thunder light weakened, when Mordred lowered the blade in his hand panting, this death situation quietly returned to silence.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing changed.

Everything in this silent and deep place seems to be silently mocking the knight's angry sword.

But Mordred had no time to observe his surroundings at this moment.

Because, right in front of her eyes, there is a more striking existence, explaining to her...

What do you mean, don't move.

"Shoot..."

On the flesh and bones, there are still pieces of lightning left behind by the destructive torrent of magic power.

However, when Mordred saw the back of the man who was still sitting upright in the scene distorted by the high temperature, the billowing magma with a strong sulfur smell and the dazzling golden thunder had already swept away the last few remnants, smash.

In the depths of light and heat, the unscathed man still turned his back to Mordred's sight.

impossible--

In Mordred's mind, this idea was the first to arise.

Is it a treasure?

Is it some kind of blindfold?

Or is it some kind of ability contained in this inherent enchantment?

She expected that Zheng Qi would not be seriously injured or died just because of a single sword strike, and she was even prepared to release the treasure many times until she fell apart or Zheng Qi was shattered.

But she has calculated thousands of times, but she never thought about it...

Zheng Qi was able to receive her sword unscathed.

So what is the truth?

Is it really unscathed, or is it simply... before Mordred notices, those injuries that are considered fatal to ordinary people have already healed?

The answer, probably only Zheng Qi, who was still sitting cross-legged in silence, knew the answer.

However, at least in Mordred's view, Zheng Qi's appearance was unscathed.

It's no wonder that Lian didn't love to think about her so much, so he was thinking wildly at this moment.

However, this astonishment and panic only lasted for a moment.

The next moment, Mordred raised the blade in his hand again.