876 Thinking of the Longness of Heaven and Earth, I Am Sad and Tearful

"See, King Arthur, your country is in ruins, whether you or I are victorious, as you can see—everything is in ruins!"

Amid the howls of hatred and excitement, Mordred swung the long sword in his hand and slashed forward fiercely. Facing the king and the person in front of him who was related to him by blood, she didn't hold back anything. The only thought in his mind was to insert the sword into the opponent's body.

clang!

Amidst the clashing sound of swords, Arturia was shocked and retreated, her silver teeth clenched tightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Although the hand holding the sword was still so strong, it was trembling slightly.

There is no weak person among the Knights of the Round Table, and there is no weak person in King Arthur's army. Even though Artoria's current strength far exceeds that of "a year ago", she has almost exhausted all her strength in the previous battle. Her armor is no longer shiny, and there are sword marks everywhere, and the blood on it is from the enemy and her own. She is still able to fight now only with the support of willpower, but facing Mordred who is not inferior to herself before, it is extremely difficult for her to defeat.

However, although the things she wants to protect have changed, her strong and stubborn personality has not changed at all. Even if she is at an absolute disadvantage, she never thought of giving up.

"Your country was destroyed because of me, do you hate me? That's right, I do the same... no, I hate you more than you!" Mordred roared as if venting, and once again chopped three times with all his strength. sword.

boom!

Arturia was immediately blasted out, fell off the sword mound, and rolled over the pile of corpses. Feeling the strength coming from behind, she couldn't turn around and swung her sword forward to block.

clang!

The two swords collided, and Artoria knelt on the ground on one knee, held the sword in one hand, and blocked the blow that Mordred was attacking with all his strength.

Mordred was condescending, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, he said with a smile while putting pressure on him, "Oh, if it's just an ordinary sword, it might have been cut off by you at this moment, but it's a pity, the one in my hand The sword is the same as your holy sword."

It is not wrong to say that the Goddess of the Lake wholesales holy swords. Not only King Arthur and Lancelot have holy swords, but even the top ten knights of the round table have holy swords, and what Mordred holds is the wheel. The sword of victory is no less powerful than the sword of vowed victory without a scabbard.

With this holy sword that did not belong to her, coupled with Mordred's own force, Artoria herself knew that this battle was close to death, but!

Naruto!

Gritting her silver teeth, Arturia slammed to the side, and the blade brushed past, making a piercing clang, and Mordred frowned reflexively, and even relaxed his strength. Artoria took this opportunity to kick her in the back and kicked her flying.

Mordred stood up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, but said disdainfully, "Cut, there is such a good chance to injure me, although it may not succeed, but you don't use a sword to cut it, don't tell me you are still merciful?" Is it? Or is it naive that we can still reconcile?"

"That is impossible!"

With a roar full of hatred, Mordred attacked again, but Artoria missed the opportunity and could only grit her teeth and hold on.

Indeed, if it was her in the past, she would never miss such a good opportunity just now. Even if she couldn't cut off Mordred's head with a single sword, she could still seriously injure him, but she can't do it now, not because of naivety, It's not because she wants to reconcile, but... the person who is fighting her at this moment is her child!

No matter how taboo Mordred's origin is, no matter how forced her origin is, no one can deny that she is a child of her own blood... In the past, Artoria She won't admit this child, as a king she can't accept it, and as a human being she can't accept it even more. However, since she gave birth to a child herself, she finally understands what it is like to be a mother.

The last few days in the cracks of the world were the happiest period of her life as a woman, and also the happiest period of her life as a mother. While caring for her child meticulously, it also reminded her of Mo Dredd, she owes too much to this daughter.

Mordred had never received his love and approval, and even he couldn't even look at her directly. It was not without reason that she hated herself so much, or it could be said to be taken for granted.

She could slash the killing sword against the knights of the round table who had followed her for many years with a ruthless heart. It was to end the war, but...how could she do so in the face of her own child?

Artoria was reluctant to make a move, but Mordred would not give up. Her attack was like a storm, and the wheel-turning victory sword was slashed down under her swing, together with her unwilling and angry resentment, "I understand, you hated and hated me from the very beginning, because my uncleanness defiled your sanctity, so no matter how hard I try and how good I am, I will always be like garbage in your eyes!"

"Mordred..." Artoria wanted to explain, but she couldn't speak when the words came to her lips. What's the point of what she said now? The scars on Mordred's body caused by his indifference knife can never heal, and what he owes her can never be repaid.

Therefore, facing Mordred's questioning, she had no way to refute, she could only grit her teeth and block the fierce and deadly attacks time and time again.

"I am braver than anyone else. On the battlefield, I rush in front of everyone. In every battle, I am the last one to retreat. I am stronger than anyone else. Even Lancelot, I can confront him head-on. , But, why can I only be ranked last among the Knights of the Round Table like this? Because, I am the one you hate!"

boom!

This time, Mordred's attack finally worked, and the sword of the oath of victory was blown away by her under the heavy blow. The violent force knocked Arturia away several meters away, and the sword of victory in the wheel sent out a whirlwind. The roar of blood, it pulled Mordred forward and stabbed forward.

Is this the end... At this moment, Artoria's hands and feet were weak, and she could hardly stand up. Facing this fatal sword, she had no strength to fight back. She said sorry in her heart, and closed her eyes in mourning.

Then... with a chirp, a certain weapon pierced through the armor and pierced into the flesh.

Feeling the stabbing pain in her head, Artoria instinctively opened her eyes, and found that Mordred was standing in front of her, with the tip of the wheel-running victory sword touching her forehead, but the attack was not complete. Falling down, because the armor on her chest was broken, a spear directly pierced her heart, and at the other end of the spear were... her own hands!

"This is?!" Arturia's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it.

"It turned out that... it will end like this, maybe I have thought of it from the beginning..." Mordred spat out blood, and with a clang, the wheel-running victory sword fell to the ground, and her body also slowly slid down to the ground .

"Mordred!" Artoria hugged him reflexively, kneeling on the ground, tears of pain falling from her eyes.

She finally understood what happened at that moment just now. Although she had given up resisting, when Mordred's blade cut her, the survival instinct of life made her body make the most direct reaction to surpass With the speed she possessed, she pierced a long spear standing nearby into Mordred's body.

"Hehe, this is the first time I've seen...the crying king, why is that?" Mordred looked at the tears in Artoria's eyes, but smiled idiotically.

She is not a normal person. Although she looks seventeen or eighteen years old, she has actually lived for no more than twelve years. It's just that Morgan has used special means to make her mind and body mature, but this method is undoubtedly It is counterproductive and has great hidden dangers. The moment her heart was pierced, all her functions stopped, and even her mind became extremely blurred.

But now, she can still maintain a certain degree of consciousness, but because... "Father? Or mother? What should I call you?"

There was a serious and yearning look in Mordred's eyes. She remembered that when she saw King Arthur for the first time, she was full of admiration like a pure child. She just felt that being able to be with such a king was the luckiest thing in her life. , No matter the sky, the cliffs, or the corners of the earth, he will follow to the death, but he dismisses Morgan's plan.

When he learned that he was the child of King Arthur, the inferiority complex caused by his unbearable background disappeared immediately. Since he was the king above human beings, as her child, "not a human being" was even more important. It can be said to be a kind of honor. As the heir of the king, he is in harmony with his body and mind.

Mordred was so ecstatic at the time, thinking that one day she would be appreciated by her godlike "father", she worked hard day and night, just to become a "king's child" as soon as possible The knight, then stood upright in front of the king, showing that sincere reverence from the bottom of his heart... But!

"I'm sorry, Mordred..." Artoria didn't know what Mordred was thinking, but after listening to what he said just now, she already knew what kind of feelings the other party had, but she gave that feeling to him. Trampling, regret and sorrow form tears.

Tears dripped down his face, and Mordred regained his sanity a little bit. Seeing Wang's expression, he finally showed a bitter smile, and reached out to touch Artoria's face, "Why...why not sooner? A little... I'm so..."

The hand fell before it touched the king's face, together with the words she could no longer finish.

Mordred's life was completely gone.

(to be continued)