Chapter 167 Who Knows What You Say

"Mordred, I don't expect you to understand me, you can resent my decision, you can overthrow my rule, but at least, you shouldn't deny this wish! If you still want to be king!"

In front of the berserk Mordred, Saber's excellent muscular strength was also suppressed. As a father and son in the same line, both sides have magical powers, Saber can't take advantage of it at all, and can only look at the silver white Wang Jian gradually pressed towards his neck.

The more critical the situation was, the more resentful Saber felt when looking at Mordred's face.

Obviously Mordred is so eager to become king, but why is she indifferent to the destruction of Britain? So what is her reason for pursuing the Holy Grail?

But in the face of Saber's questioning, Mordred's face was expressionless, but his hands holding the hilt of the sword became a little more aggravated.

Under the arc light of the silver-white blade, she saw the reflections on both sides of the blade.

On the one hand, there is the high-ranking, expressionless self, and on the other, the angry and unwilling Saber.

The two identical faces made her almost have an illusion, just like the day when she took the initiative to reveal her identity out of admiration and expectation, but Saber denied the meaning.

Now, however, the situation is reversed on both sides.

"Mordred, strength shouldn't be everything to you..."

Noisy, I don't want to listen anymore.

I want to kill such a father with my own hands.

Hearing Saber's roar, Mordred only squeezed out a sarcastic smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Who knows what you say!"

"Boom!"

The silver-white king sword pressed down abruptly, embedding the holy sword that Saber used to parry into her skin, causing bright red blood to flow down the sword.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm was formed by distorted obsessions. Even Kariya Matou, who was watching the battle, did not expect that at this moment, she could squeeze power out of obsessions.

How deep is this child's obsession with Saber?

Matou Kariya sighed, the magic power in his body had been completely extracted by Mordred,

However, as the Master, he still has the power to help Mordred.

He held out his right hand.

"I order you with Command Seals, Mordred, to win!"

The magic power of the Command Seal descended on Mordred, illuminating her furious and indifferent pupils.

"Of course, Master!"

The silver-white King Sword slashed down, the surging air roared as the blade pressed down, and the crimson magic thunder ran, even extending to Saber's holy sword.

Mordred wanted to use the power of the command spell to cut Saber in half by his own blade.

"Don't think about it!"

Between life and death, Saber gave up thinking and left everything to her intuition.

She subconsciously sprayed out the bitter sword wind from the holy sword, allowing it to act as a lubricant between the two stalemates, separating the handover of the sword for a moment, and then moved back, allowing the holy sword to move from Mordley De's sword slid away and directly stabbed Mordred's lower abdomen.

Saber wants to exchange injuries for injuries!

Come on then! Mordred slammed down the king sword in his hand, thunder roared, and there was a scream like a tsunami. The manic Qi Lan directly smashed Saber's armor, split it, and spread it from her chest to her chest. There was a bright bloodstain on the abdomen.

The wanton splash of blood stained half of Mordred's face, dyeing her vision bright red.

Even though Saber's blade also pierced her abdomen, it was completely harmless. After breaking through the defense of the armor, the strength of Saber's temporarily changed move stopped at piercing her abdomen.

Kariya Matou's healing magic has stopped the bleeding from her wound.

Under this powerful slash, Saber was knocked back several steps. The silver-white battle skirt on her body was blood-red, and the patterns and decorations on it were all covered by blood. People who don't know, see her With the current appearance, it is not impossible to recognize a certain Roman emperor.

But Mordred did not win the joy that she should have. She frowned quietly and looked at the scene in front of her with some astonishment.

Although her slash just now was just an ordinary slash, its power is no less than that of ordinary treasures. Even if Saber didn't die on the spot, her spirit core would be damaged, so no matter how you look at it, she no longer has any fighting power.

However, what caught her eyes was the scene of Saber trembling, but still holding the blade high.

The light green light formed a film on the wound where the internal organs were almost visible, barely holding Saber's vitality.

"Avalon... you can still find it."

Mordred pondered for a moment, and immediately figured out the reason for this scene. During the decisive battle, Saber's Avalon should have been lost, but he didn't expect that the scabbard would return to its original place after a thousand years Lord.

That's fine, only the perfect King Arthur has the value of being completely defeated.

Even though he thought so, Mordred did not launch an attack immediately.

She felt something was wrong. Although the dream was extremely naive, Saber still refused to give up the fighting posture at this point, which made her regain a bit of the appearance of the Knight King.

Mordred has always been curious, why did Saber choose to become king?

But she didn't ask.

"Don't give up yet? Arthur."

Saber bit her lip, not letting herself moan out of pain, for the sake of the final victory, she must not show the slightest weakness.

Only this rebellious son, she must defeat.

"Really." Seeing Saber's resolute expression, Mordred shook his head, "You always look so high above, that's why I want to see you fall down."

"Speaking of which, since we met, you have never stopped preaching to me. You obviously didn't fulfill your father's responsibilities before you were alive, but now you seem to be a bit of a parent."

"So, honorable Lord Knight King, you are always emphasizing the correctness of your wishes, but have you ever cast your eyes on my position and asked about my wishes?"

Saber was stunned, she really didn't think about this matter, Mordred is a traitor, but also one of the important components of Britain, what kind of wish does she hold?

Mordred was not surprised by Saber's bewilderment, she raised the great sword in her hand high.

"Forget it, the King of Knights doesn't understand people's hearts, but in order to make you understand, I will tell you mercifully."

The black and red hated demon thunder condensed on the silver-white king sword, ignited as high as a torch, and shot straight into the sky, which was a precursor to the liberation of the treasure.

"My wish is somewhat similar to yours. I want to challenge the chosen sword."

This is a simple, jaw-dropping wish compared to Mordred's behavior and style. What Mordred prayed for was just a chance for fair competition...?

Saber realized that although she had fought Mordred to the death, she might never have known her child.

The deeper meaning behind this wish, she no longer has the energy to think, so she also raised the holy sword in her hand, but her face no longer had the previous determination, but was blank.

"Rebellion against my handsome father!"

"Ex—cabilur!"