Chapter 466: Crossed Swords, Confused Heart

The spear pierced the atmosphere, the sword rolled up thunder, the storms intertwined, the red thunder bloomed, and the dazzling light splashed on the battlefield.

Not far away, the bloody dusk and the burning sun replaced the night. It was Siegfried and Karna who were showing off their martial arts to their heart's content. The clouds gathered and dispersed in the sky, and the stars also dimmed and fell, leaving only the night sky as desolate and desolate as the earth.

And now, there was wind and thunder on the battlefield again. The spear and sword clashed in the sunset, and the flames that collided successively not only illuminated the prince of the Netherlands and the hero of charity, but also the king who also raised a spear and rode over, colliding with the rebellious knight wearing a horn helmet and a sword blade stained red with hatred.

"Arthur——!"

The frantic shouting spanned a thousand years and a thousand miles away, but the emotions contained in it easily pulled people back to the hill of Camlann in those days.

The blood and dusk were the same as they were back then, brighter than any color a painter could mix on his palette. The battlefield, corpses, and broken flags had not changed for thousands of years. Even the two warring parties followed their fate to reunite and once again engage in life-and-death battles.

Mordred had imagined countless times the moment of reuniting with King Arthur, but when she really faced her father, her mind became blank due to overly strong emotions.

It was not in Sighisoara, because the drama of mother-daughter recognition touched Mordred's scar, causing her to stage a ridiculous drama. This time, it was the Black Assassin who took the initiative to ride over, took off his cloak, and told the rebellious knight who was yearning and escaping from himself -

Yes, I am King Arthur, I am here.

So he met her, walked together on the streets of the ancient town, chose clothes, and talked about the past... All these beautiful memories faded, and the short-lived joy could not offset the hatred that the knight had been brewing until now. Mordred and Altria, the two of them seemed like mortal enemies who hated each other, but also like close relatives who had a tacit understanding. After knowing each other's identities, they stopped talking.

All they had to do was draw their swords!

Roaring loudly, with the same intense emotion that had not changed for a thousand years, Mordred wielded the "Clarente" and launched a violent attack in front of him. Altria, who had released her form and was taller, held the holy spear in her hand and calmly resisted the attack of Mordred.

Mordred was trained as the crown prince by Morgan since she was a child. Her riding skills, her martial arts, her military strategy (and even her appetite) were all modeled after the Knight King of the year.

But the sword cannot lie. Mordred's sword was the reason why she walked out of the shadow of King Arthur and was able to leave a unique mark of "Mordred" in the legend of the Knight King, even if it was a stigma.

——Morgan taught her everything, but he didn't give her the love that is most important to children. So this little grass grew freely in the excessive sunshine and rain, and finally formed an unruly and rebellious soul.

Such characteristics are also reflected in Mordred's swordsmanship. She wields the long sword so freely and boldly, without the rigor and rules of Altria at all. However, it is this swordsmanship that can't even distinguish the moves, but in the decisive battle, she knocked away King Arthur's sword and personally cut off the red silk of the legendary curtain call.

It's as if announcing that even the king who is right and correct still has the possibility of failure.

...

But this is a story engraved on Camlan Hill.

The stage, the characters, the props, the scenes - all of these have not changed a thousand years ago, but it is the plot - the battle between Mordred and Altria, which runs counter to the past from the beginning.

Perhaps Altria has made some changes during this period of time, but unfortunately, this father and son (mother and daughter) are both very competitive, especially the ending of their encounter stayed at the sword hill of Camlan, ending in a nearly mutual destruction - even if they tacitly did not mention it, they would definitely try to win, right?

So there was no temptation, no dialogue, the two of them gave their all at the moment of the confrontation, and they would never stop before victory.

The red thunder dispersed the wind, the storm extinguished the lightning, the corpses on the ground trembled, the rebels marched forward in the bloody dusk, and the king broke through the disaster with the holy spear in his hand.

In the first round, they were evenly matched.

In the third round, the king's sword roared.

In the fifth round, the holy spear was sharp.

In the seventh round, the spear suppressed the sword, the swordsman was repelled by the huge force and fell backwards, while the spearman bullied him and pressed forward step by step.

Yes, in just a few minutes, Mordred was completely at a disadvantage. Even though she had a "B+" strength panel on the panel, Altria still managed to hold on to the short burst, and what replaced it was an increasingly magnificent and unstoppable spear tip.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The King's Sword fell, but the Holy Spear didn't even need to return to defend. Altria saw through Mordred's flaw at a glance, and with a wave of her hand, the solid gauntlet hit the sword body and knocked it away. Then the wind whistled, and the Holy Spear had broken through the dangerous distance and pierced Mordred's helmet!

Sizzle!

The treasure given to Mordred by his mother was broken again, and the beautiful face similar to Altria was exposed to the air, and the look of horror could not be faded away - for any knight, it was a great insult to have the sword blocked by others!

What makes Mordred even more unbelievable is that her intuition has not changed from beginning to end. It is not that she does not react, but that she has remained high after reaching the limit of 'death'!

No matter how hard she tried and how hard she searched for her father's flaw, her intuition was still unable to move, as if she was under Artoria's holy spear, like a trapped animal in a cage!

"Why are you so strong? Why? Why! I've obviously caught up with you! I've obviously been able to surpass you!"

How could Mordred, who was summoned to the present world and whose consciousness was revived again, not review the decisive battle that cost his life in the dead of night?

How could she, who had learned from her failures and grown again, be defeated by her father so easily? !

Doesn't this mean that she has not surpassed her father at all? Everything she has done in the past and now is a huge joke!

His mind was ups and downs like an angry wave. Mordred's sword skills were completely messed up. He just used brute force to attack without hesitation. In front of Artoria, who had adapted to the 'monkey style', it only made her situation worse. To add insult to injury.

Maybe it's because I don't want to see Mordred continue to be crazy, or maybe it's because I have untied the knot in my heart and gained a different understanding after getting along with Mordred. Arturia, who had been silent from the beginning of the battle until now, finally spoke. Her voice was not emotionless, but calm, with some comfort:

"Because I have stepped off the sword fence, and you...have been left there forever."

Mordred did not notice the problem with Artoria's tone. She was breathing heavily, staring at the blurred figure in front of her with red eyes. Blood dripped from her forehead that was scratched by the gun wind, gradually soaking her vision. , but she didn't bother to wipe it, she just stared at the extremely dangerous holy spear that turned into a ball of light.

There seemed to be a sound coming from the distance. It was too far away to be heard clearly, but what happened at the same time was the slight pause of the light, but it was like the wrong note in a sonata or the damaged horseshoe during the charge. Dredd's intuition is acutely captured.

Chance!

The moment he noticed this, the rebellious knight roared and took action, swiping his sword at an angle. Arturia did not expect Mordred to burst out at this time, and hurriedly raised his gun to resist, but in the close combat, the sword's The advantage was far superior to that of the spear. With the cold light flashing, the tail of the holy spear was hit by the tip of the sword. The violent tremor forced Artoria to let go. The strength she could not vent sent the holy spear flying high into the sky, crossing a perfect circle. After the parabola, it plunges straight into the ground not far away!

Although she didn't know why her father hesitated and there was a flaw, Mordred obviously would not let go of this only opportunity. She withdrew the king's sword and after a short period of charging, the girl poured her own strength and everything into it, and she Cutting down towards Artoria:

"Go to hell, King Arthur!"

The premonition of victory poured into Mordred's throat like poisonous wine, wandering in her internal organs, and a passionate joy sprouted - but the golden light of glory lit up from the hands of the Lion King, holding it firmly Mordred's powerful blow also shattered her unrealistic dreams.

"Ah, ah ah..."

Gazing at the Sword of Victory that appeared in Artoria's hand, branded with undefeated glory, Mordred's eyes widened helplessly, and he could only squeeze out an empty moan from his throat, missing victory. The sense of emptiness made her no longer able to hold the weapon in her hand. As Arturia shook her sword, the royal sword, stained with hatred and blood, fell to the ground with a clang, just like Mordred's broken faith.

"As I just said, you have died in Kamlan, and your growth has been buried with the sunset of that day."

Having learned from the past, Artoria simply put the holy sword on Xiao Mo's neck this time to prevent her from suddenly snapping and biting: "But I am different. After the battle that year, I went to Avalon. I have spent thousands of years with Merlin... During these thousands of years, even if I move a little bit, I am surpassing my past self every day."

Seeing Mordred's defeated expression, Artoria pursed her lips and raised and lowered her left hand.

Perhaps during his lifetime, Mordred's abilities had reached the same level as hers, and even surpassed her as a prototype in some aspects (such as the continuation of the battle). However, the moment Mordred was pierced by the Holy Spear, lost her life, and sublimated into a heroic spirit, everything about her was fixed by the Hall of Valor.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter what era she exists in, her peak will be when she finally severely inflicts a heavy blow on King Arthur, and there will be no change - unless she can reverse human perception or have an opportunity to transcend the legend.

But Artoria is different. After letting go of her knot in the Fourth Holy Grail War, she did not choose to die. She is still alive, she is still growing, and she still has unlimited possibilities.

It had only been more than ten years since she was taught by Merlin and became king, but her swordsmanship was already invincible. King Arthur's posture galloping on the battlefield was hailed as 'a work of art carefully created by the god of war', and In the Court of Avalon, Arturia put aside government affairs and trivial matters, and concentrated on training herself - after spending a thousand times a hundred times, how terrible must her achievements be?

"The sense of oppression is far superior to all the enemies I have encountered before. It is on par with the feeling Karna gave me. No, it is even more dangerous."

This was Shuo Yue's evaluation after fighting against the current King of Dai Mao.

The wind and thunder stopped, and the sunset and dusk gradually faded away. Arturia, in her adult form, looked down at Mordred and suddenly fell silent.

I ran over here excitedly...what do you want to do?

They were chased, fought, and won. The next step is... to kill Mordred and send her back to the Throne of Valor?

No, no, Shuo Yue said that he wanted to win over Mordred and let her join the blue camp...

"Just kill me."

"...Eh?" Artoria blinked, but her naivety did not make Mordred aware of the abnormality. At this time, the girl was in the midst of loss and sadness after the defeat.

With joy, he challenged his father again, but was defeated at an overwhelming disadvantage.

After all the words were said, she was no longer in her father's eyes. Her sword and gun never wavered because of her hatred.

Mordred couldn't help but think of Sighisoara's surprising glimpse. Now that he thought about it, the girl in the arms of the saint who called her mother must be very happy, right?

Thinking about it now, she was really envious...envious of the child being held in the arms of someone with the same appearance as her father, and envious of Jeanne's gentle attitude towards her.

Although she knew it was impossible, she really wanted to be treated like this by her father. In that case, even death would be worth it.

But this is impossible. She and her father, Mordred and Artoria are destined to only fight and hate each other from now on.

Since we failed, let's end it all... And if, if we are still destined, let us appear in the future call and fight again, Father.

This is the closest I can get to you.

"Just like you did at the sword fence, kill me coldly. Father, this is my last prayer - go ahead, pick up the holy spear and pierce me. I promise not to leave, but to stand still." Stay where you are, waiting for your return."

Hatred, sorrow, despair...all the emotions were withdrawn from Mordred. The beautiful rebellious knight closed his eyes and quietly waited for death to come.

Although I'm very sorry, Master, there's nothing we can do about it, right? What's more, we have only been together for a few days, so please forget about me and this unfaithful knight, my Master...

In the dark silence, someone seemed to be caressing her cheek and awkwardly combing her unkempt blond hair. But when Mordred opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that there was no one in front of her, and even the holy spear that she shot away had disappeared along with its owner.

Only the wind, which has not changed for thousands of years, still brings her the same gentle feeling as before.

"Father...?"

Although I wanted to make more changes, it was too late. My brain that had just finished the exam did not support me and continued to burn. It was almost smoking...

That's it, a single chapter of simple cooking, I hope you like it.