Chapter 447: Sighisoara, Where the Storm Gathers: The Saint

Chapter 448 Sighisoara where the wind and clouds gather: Flag of the Saint

The red thunder illuminates the scorched earth.

It seems that a bomb exploded from Mordred's body. The energetic bear child, the foodie, the servant of the lion robbery...all kinds of illusions were burned by the tempered anger, replaced by cold and hard full body armor, and the red and white helmet that hides infidelity.

Rebel, king killer.

The son of the curse, the knight of revenge.

——This is Mordred in history, this is her true face!

Even if the seeds are beautiful and longing, but the soil of malice is too deep, the rain and dew of weeping are too much, the seeds of light have been buried, and what breaks out of it can only be twisted and filthy withered branches, even the shriveled fruits are destined to be filled with blood and hatred!

And the source and origin of this hatred is only one——

"Ar——thur!!!"

The scream was almost hoarse, and the devil-like blood thunder spread instantly, climbing up Mordred's body along her fingers, drilling into her lungs, as if attached to the skeleton, burning vigorously.

Mom? She actually called King Arthur mom?

So that's it... So that's it!

Is it because you have other children that you rejected me, Arthur!

Then let me tear it all apart, let me rebel against you, until you are willing to look at me with hatred in your eyes - until my appearance is reflected in your eyes!

Let me, rebel against all this!

Every thought was burned by the flames, and the red and white knight roared, burning himself wantonly, or as a flame and thunderstorm of hatred, sweeping forward.

The black master, kill!

That child, kill!

King Arthur——kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!

Under such extreme emotions, Mordred ignored the Master's order for the first time and released the true name of the treasure:

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father, the rebellion against my gorgeous father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!"

The red sea of ​​thunder that tore the night sky enveloped the town like the end of the world, as if time and space were reversed, and the bloody sunset rose from the horizon, so hot, so desperate, just like the last battle between father and son on Camlann Hill.

No one cared about the cries of ordinary people, and no one cared about how troublesome the church's aftermath was. The rebellious knight had already drawn his sword. Facing the sudden attack, the blonde "King Arthur" protected the people around him behind him and held up the banner of protection.

This was definitely an unbearable blow. It was a torrent of magic caused by Red Saber mixed with a lifetime of hatred and anger, but——the one who bore this blow was not King Arthur, but the absolute judge of the Holy Grail War, Ruler Jeanne.

"My Lord——"

Holding the holy flag tightly with her slender hands, Jeanne's face was holy and she activated her true name.

The flag held in the hand of Saint Jeanne as a substitute for a sword. The holy flag that brought countless encouragement and excitement to the soldiers who followed the saint to fight was said to have always protected the saint who always fought on the front line.

"Appear here!"

This is the embodiment of the legend of waving a flag on the battlefield and winning to the end almost without injury. If this flag is activated as a treasure, Jeanne's extraordinary anti-magic power will be converted into a protective power against all physical or spiritual attacks.

Facing the attack released by Red Saber that carried all the hatred and joy, the holy flag completely blocked it——

Whether it was Jeanne, or the six guides Reika and Little Jack behind her, they had now completely entrusted their lives to the holy flag in Ruler's hand, and could only look ahead at the slender but tough figure of the girl.

Facing the violent vortex of magic, Ruler just silently endured it.

Her figure is very similar to that of someone who fights against all the evil in the world.

She is also very similar to that of someone who fights against a dying planet.

She is very similar to all the people who fight against "that" in front of them with their tiny and insignificant bodies.

With dignity, will, love, anger, or some other belief, even in the face of powerful violence that can easily kill thousands of people, people still have the courage to fight with courage beyond fear.

As Shuoyue stared at her tiny back, he couldn't help but feel a certain pity. Although he knew that this was an arrogant thought, when he thought of the sad legend of her life, he couldn't give up this feeling anyway.

It's normal to have resentment, and it's understandable to have hatred. However, there is neither hatred nor resentment, nor even nostalgia. That is a thought that he, as an assassin, and even his original body, can't understand.

And Artoria, who was held by Shuoyue and prevented from moving, inadvertently remembered the myth of the old man splitting the sea that Merlin told her. The completely blocked torrent of magic power looked like the water being split apart.

Her scabbard ‘Avalon’ could also block such an attack, but she couldn’t stand still like Jeanne, because after all, the one who launched the attack was hers…

Just as life has an end, a full-strength attack also has a moment of end. Red Saber’s attack, which she poured all her strength into, was finally blocked by Jeanne’s unfolded holy flag. Even the terrifying energy that leaked out was deliberately directed to the sky by the saint, turning into a sky full of meteors shooting into the universe.

After the light of destruction disappeared, Jeanne finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked behind her, then showed a brilliant smile

"You are all fine, great, please hurry up and leave."

The moment she turned around, the kindness of the saint disappeared, replaced by the majesty of the judge. Even facing Saber who came with the rage of revenge, her beautiful face remained unmoved.

"Red Saber!"

Her call only brought Mordred's murderous slash.

"Go to hell, King Arthur!"

The lightning stung Jeanne's eyes, she frowned slightly, raised the holy flag and firmly blocked the attack, then took advantage of the momentum to retreat and came to the empty street, while Red Saber was more like a berserker than a swordsman, roaring blindly and expressing hatred on the sword.

"Arthur! I want to kill you, let me kill you-Arthur!"

Arthur? Arthur? King Arthur?

The holy flag creaked, and the king's sword dyed red by magic and hatred had unimaginable power. Even if Joan of Arc completely blocked it, the frenzy still hit her heart, but even so, Joan of Arc still thought calmly.

Red Saber's real name is Mordred, the rebellious knight who ended the legend of King Arthur - that is, she mistook me for King Arthur?

Do I look alike to King Arthur? He is a man! What's more, I belong to France, and she is Britain, which is a big difference, right?

Joan of Arc's astonishment was destined to be unanswered, but if she knew that in the Fourth Holy Grail War, Caster's Marshal Gilles de Re also mistook Altria for her, maybe she could get some comfort, right?

- Although there is an essential difference in breast volume, obviously, you can't expect a half-crazy marshal and a red-raging Mordred to see the details clearly.

Unless... there is external interference.

Suddenly, Mordred felt a chill all over his body. Although he didn't know where he would be attacked from, he was definitely being targeted.

It was a long-distance throw, or it could be a shot. He didn't know whether it was Lancer's javelin or Archer's bow and arrow. But no matter who it was, if he continued like this, he would be killed...!

Before his theoretical thinking came to a conclusion, Mordred moved instinctively, applying a little brake during the fierce charge, forcing his body to rotate.

His body crackled due to the instantaneous overload, and as his body turned, Mordred looked at one of the city's tourist attractions - the clock tower.

His eyes widened. Two figures appeared on the spire of the clock tower, shrouded in the faint moonlight. One of them was a muscular hero like an ancient Greek sculpture, drawing a bow towards this side and releasing the bowstring!

In an instant, a storm and a loud noise attacked Saber's whole body.