Chapter 223

Then, Artoria's voice sounded from behind her.

"Sir Mordred, he won't do anything."

"Huh? He can't?"

Mordred glanced at Artoria, then looked at Veleslana.

"Yes, I won't do it."

Veleslana smiled slightly and said, "Your father is the strongest [Steel] and the savior hero who annihilated the demon king on the earth. Even if we really have to fight him, I will at least let more incarnations return and try my best to Just improve my chances of winning.”

"Although it is a pity that the incarnation of the wild boar has been eliminated, it has come to this, and I will not regret it too much. This lack will not shake my victory."

"Besides... I still have a battle with you and that God King. Maybe I will also fight with your father, but that must be after defeating you and that God King. The winner will be Standing in front of her with a glorious posture."

Seeing this, although Mordred was still releasing hostility, her fighting spirit had been restrained by him, and the magic sword Clarent was carried on her shoulders.

"Really? Then I can tell you responsibly, you won't have that chance... because I, Lord Mordred, will kill you and that god-king together!"

"Hahaha! I'm waiting, hoping you will bring me a hearty battle!"

The wind surrounding Veleslana suddenly became strong.

The next moment, Veleslana's figure disintegrated into wisps of invisible wind, leaving not even a trace of breath behind.

Arturia looked in the direction where the wind was going away and said softly.

"Vereslana... is not bad as an opponent. It can just make you familiar with your current power."

"Tch! I don't know him."

Mordred crossed his arms across his chest. It seemed that his first impression of Veleslana was not very good.

"If you go to the battlefield with this mentality, you will suffer a loss."

Arturia said expressionlessly, "The reason why that guy has gone through countless battles without defeat is because he has ten incarnations and can deal with almost all opponents... Although I have killed one of his incarnations now. , but it’s not an opponent you can underestimate.”

"Well..."

Glancing at Mordred who lowered his head with a bit of disappointment in his eyes, Artoria lowered her eyes.

She didn't want Mordred to show such an expression, but under the influence of the Black Dailing Spirit, words such as reprimands would always blurt out uncontrollably, which was the result of her own suppression.

Because I couldn't bear it, I wanted to say some words of encouragement, but I didn't know what to say at this time.

‘It feels like nothing you say is right... Then why not... express it directly with actions? ’

Mordred, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

When she raised her head, Arturia was already standing in front of her with a serious expression.

The emotionless face reflected in his eyes made Mordred feel uneasy and fearful in his heart.

It's probably similar to when you were in elementary school and faced with parents who were called to school by your teacher because you made a mistake.

Who knows whether you will be greeted by seven wolves or a feather duster.

Especially when Arturia raised her hand, the uneasiness began to spread rapidly.

However, Arturia didn't mean to slap her, but put her hand on her head and stroked it gently.

The unexpected development caused Mordred's brain to shut down, and he never recovered.

"I just hope you can do your best."

"But no matter what... you will always be my pride, Mordred."

Can this really encourage...

After all, [Artoria] doesn't know how to comfort people at all. She can only lead the charge and encourage others. In the end, this task still has to be left to [Phoenix Phoenix Feather].

But [Bi Zhi Feng Huang Yu] is also a social terror who is not good at communication...

Looking at Mordred's slightly red cheeks, Artoria felt a little unsure.

Little did he know that at this moment, Mordred only felt difficulty breathing.

In my mind, countless fireworks rose into the sky, one after another, and then exploded with a "pop".

Blast Mordred's sanity to pieces.

…

The sky was filled with dark clouds, as if an ink bottle had been overturned. Thick clouds covered the sun, shrouding the whole world in gloom.

Thunder rumbled, and the ferocious thunder trees spread out with the black sky as their canvas.

The wind suddenly rose, the branches swayed, the leaves rustled, and the heavy dark clouds seemed to crush all the big trees.

The raindrops fell, turning from a light drizzle to a downpour in the blink of an eye.

It rarely rains in Sardinia due to its geographical location, let alone violent storms like this.

Therefore, this abnormal climate is not a natural phenomenon, but the roar of the gods.

He was originally the king of this area, the god who controlled the sky, and the warrior who slayed dragons.

However, due to religious struggles, his name changed from "Lord of the Sky", which represents the supreme, to "Lord of the Flies", which describes dirt and filth.

Myths about him spread all over the world. The "strong man holding a club" became the prototype of the Greek mythology Hercules, and the legend of his dragon slaying was the origin of St. George.

After being awakened, he fought with another god, was seriously injured, and fell into a deep sleep, using the energy from the earth to restore himself.

As the king who slays dragons, although he is not immortal, he is still the god of [Steel].

His name is Mekal, also known as Baal, and he is the god king of Phoenicia, the god of storms, the god of the sea, the god of the sun, the god of life in charge of harvest and waste, the god of the sky, and the god of locusts.

The roaring wind and the blazing lightning are the signs of his awakening.

His unkempt hair, the beard that completely covers the lower part of his face, and his wild appearance make him a giant about fifteen meters tall.

His rumbling, rock-like muscles look very oppressive.

He is wearing such rough clothes - dirty rags and leather covering his chest, and a tattered cloak draped over his body, but he is full of majesty.

After Mekal woke up, he saw that person the first time.

Compared with Mekal's mountain-like tall body, he is too small, but the momentum he exudes naturally is not inferior at all.

"Finally awake, Mekal."

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403

Chapter 403 You're not worthy!

Veleslana floated in the air as if he ignored gravity, and the violent wind and rain passed by him naturally.

"Could it be that the injury I left on you last time was so serious that you didn't rest until now?"

Mekal snorted coldly.

At the same time, a bright lightning burst out from the sky, and the roaring thunder seemed to shatter the wind.

"You are still so arrogant. In order to fight with the strong, you even wake me up from my sleep. Even if I shattered this arrogance, it didn't diminish?"

Mekal moved his huge body, and the wooden sticks with wind and lightning patterns were held in his hands, and the roaring lightning in the sky became more and more powerful.

"Then, this time I will definitely give you the failure you expect! Use your body to experience the consequences of angering a king!"

"Hahaha! Come and try it if you can!"

The boy's crisp and arrogant laughter drowned out the thunder at this moment.

The two were eager to fight.

The battle was about to break out.

Instantly, a presence that was no less powerful than the two gods appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"Ha! Look here, look here."

With a perverse and unruly grin on his face, Mordred carried his magic sword, his eyes level with Mekal and Veleslana.

"That's right, I haven't come yet, so what's the point of you two getting excited without permission?"

"Interesting, the third god?"

It was the first time that Mekal saw Mordred, and after feeling that the other party's divinity was no less powerful than his own, he had to pay attention to him.

Veleslana spoke at this time.

"No, I invited her here."

Veleslana said confidently, "I am the strongest and have won, so the more enemies the better, right?"

"How arrogant! As the God King, I can't satisfy you?"

Mekar glanced at Veleslana, then looked at Mordred, and the words that came out of his mouth were like thunder that shook the sky.

"Then, goddess recognized by Veleslana! In front of my Phoenician God King, Mekar, report your real name!"

"My name is Mordred! Remember this name before you die."

Mordred held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground behind him, "But I don't plan to remember your name... because you don't deserve it!"

The next moment, the terrifying force shattered the hill under Mordred's feet.

The blood-red lightning shattered the wind and rain, and went straight to Mekar's head.

"The first target is me!"

Seemingly excited and angry, Mekal swung his stick and burst out with unmatched brute force.

"Sweep everything! Chaser!"

The wooden stick collided with the red lightning, and the ferocious lightning was hit in an instant. Mordred's figure flew out uncontrollably and collided with the mountain not far away.

"What's going on?"

Mordred was puzzled.

He could feel that the reason he was knocked away was not because he lost to the opponent in terms of strength, but because some indescribable force directly acted on her body, causing her to fly out.

Before she could think about it, Mekal's voice, as deafening as thunder, passed through the rainstorm and reached Mordred's ears.

"Hahahaha! What's wrong? Is this all you have? Where did your arrogance go before?"

With one sentence, Mordred was instantly furious.

"Damn it——!"

The red curse power was burning like a flame.

The bottomless curse power from Altria continued to flow into Mordred's body, and the curse power consumed by Mordred could be restored in almost a breath.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly came.

The solid mountain where Mordred was located was broken into dust bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye after being swept by the strong wind.

"If I am ignored, I will feel very annoyed."

With a Greek-style long sword rustling on his body, Veleslana said with a smile on his lips, "Don't think I am too despicable to take advantage of others' misfortune. It is common sense to eliminate the weak first on the battlefield."

The next moment, a red lightning snake suddenly burst out from the sky full of lightning trees.

Under the destructive red light, the violent tornado was instantly shattered, and Mordred stood unscathed in the wind and rain.

"It doesn't matter if you come together! After all, my original plan was to kill you all!"

Seeing that Mordred was not only safe and sound under the joint attack of himself and Mekar, but also dared to provoke, the originally gentle smile on Veleslana's face gradually became ferocious, like a beast with fangs exposed.

"Interesting! That's how it should be!"

The golden spell stirred the wind and clouds, and the words announcing victory echoed here.

"I am the strongest and hold the victory in my hands! No matter whether it is a human or a demon, all enemies are those who defeat their hostility! I will defeat the enemies in front of me!"

With the recitation of this word spirit, Veleslana's presence instantly expanded a lot, and the surging spell power became more energetic, as if... he had been sleeping before, and now he finally woke up.

Seeing this, Mordred concentrated his magic power on the blade, and the violent lightning turned into a red lightning blade.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father!"

"Take it! This is a return gift for your previous attack!"