"Did you see, King Arthur, your country has been destroyed, no matter whether it is you or me who is victorious, as you can see-everything has been reduced to ruins!"

In the roar of hatred and excitement, Mordred waved the sword in her hand and slashed forward fiercely, facing the king, facing the person in front of her who was related to herself, she did not leave any hands. The only thought in his mind is to insert the sword into the opponent's body.

clang!

In the clash of swords and swords, Altria was shaken and retreated, her silver teeth clenched, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Although the hand holding the sword was still so strong, it was already trembling slightly.

There is no weak in the Knights of the Round Table, and there is no weak in King Arthur’s army. Even though Altria’s current strength far exceeds "a year ago", in the previous battles, almost all her strength was exhausted. Her armor is no longer silver, and there are sword marks everywhere, and the blood on it is of the enemy and of her own. She was still able to fight now but was supported by willpower, but facing Mordred who was not inferior to her original one, she wanted to defeat it but it was extremely difficult.

However, although the things she wanted to protect have changed, her strong and stubborn character has not changed in any way. Even at an absolute disadvantage, she never thought of giving up.

"Your country is destroyed because of me, do you hate me? Yes, I am also the same... No, it hates you more than you!" Mordred roared as if to vent, and cut out again with all his strength. sword.

boom!

Altoria was blasted out immediately, fell off the sword hill, rolled over the corpse pile, felt the energy coming from behind, couldn't turn around, and swung the sword forward.

clang!

The two swords struck each other, Altria knelt on one knee, holding the sword in one hand, holding up Mordred's full attack, and the contact between the blade and the blade shot fierce sparks.

Mordred was condescending, with a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth, and smiled as he put pressure on him, "Heh, if it's just an ordinary sword, I'm afraid it has been cut off by you at this moment, but it's a pity, this one in my hand The sword is the same as your holy sword."

It’s true that the goddess of the lake is a wholesale holy sword. Not only do King Arthur and Lancelot have holy swords, even the top ten knights of the Round Table have holy swords, and Mordred’s hands are the wheels. The sword of victory is not inferior to the sword of victory without a scabbard.

With this holy sword that didn't belong to her, coupled with Mordred's own force, Altria knew that this battle would be dead for a lifetime, but!

Naruto!

With a bite of the silver teeth, Altria slammed to the side, the blade swept along, making a harsh clank, Mordred frowned in reflex, and even the strength was loose. Altria took this opportunity to kick her behind her back and kicked it out.

Mordred stood up from the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he said disdainfully, "Chee, obviously there is such a good chance of hurting me. Although it may not be successful, I didn't use a sword to cut it over. Are you still merciful by now? Is it? Or is it naive that we can still reconcile?"

"That is impossible!"

With a roar full of hatred, Mordred attacked again, but Altria missed the opportunity and could only grit her teeth to support.

Indeed, if it was her before, she would never miss the good opportunity just now. Even if she couldn't cut off Mordred's head with a single sword, she could still inflict it, but she can't do it now, not because of her innocence. Not because I was thinking of reconciliation, but... the person who was fighting with her at the moment was her child!

No matter how taboo Mordred’s birth is, no matter how unwilling her birth is, she is a child of her own blood after all. No one can deny that... before Altria She won't recognize this child, she can't accept it as a king, and she can't accept it as a class. However, since she personally gave birth to a child, she finally understands how a mother exists.

In the last few days between the world, she was the happiest time as a woman, and also the happiest time as a mother. While giving her children the meticulous care, it also reminded her of Modre. De, for this daughter, she owes too much.

Mordred has never received his own care, nor has he received his own approval, and even can't even look at her straightly. It is not without reason that she hates herself so much, or it can be said to be a matter of course.

She could slash the sword of killing against the Knights of the Round Table who had followed her for many years with a heart-felt heart. That was to end the war, but... how could she succeed in the face of her children?

Altria was reluctant to take a shot, but Mordred would not give up. Her attack was like a violent storm. The wheel of victory was slashed fiercely under her swing, together with her unwilling and angry resentment, "I understand. From the beginning, you hated me and hated me, because my uncleanness has tarnished your sacredness, so no matter how hard I work and how good I am, it will always be like **** in your eyes!"

"Mordred..." Altria wanted to explain, but she couldn't say what she said. What's the point of what she said now? The wound on Mordred's body caused by his indifference knife cannot be healed, and what he owes her can never be made up.

Therefore, facing Mordred's question, she could not refute, she could only grit her teeth and block the fierce and fatal attacks one by one.

"I am braver than anyone else. On the battlefield, I am ahead of everyone. Every time I fight, I am the last one to retreat. I am stronger than anyone. Even if it is Lancelot, I can fight him head-on. , But, why can I only be in the last seat of 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 victory oath was blown out by her under a heavy blow. The fierce power drove Altria several meters away, and the revolving sword of victory gave off an addiction. The roar of blood, it dragged Mordred forward.

Is this over... At this moment, Altria's hands and feet are weak, and it is reluctant to be able to stand. Faced with this deadly sword, she has no power to fight back. She said a word of sorry in her heart, and closed her eyes with a sigh.

Then... with a shriek, some weapon penetrated the armor and pierced into the body.

Feeling the tingling on the head, Altria opened her eyes instinctively and found that Mordred was standing in front of her, with the tip of the revolving victory sword against her forehead, but the attack was not thorough. Falling down, because the armor on her chest was broken, a spear pierced her heart directly, and at the other end of the spear were... her own hands!

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

"Unexpectedly... it will end like this, maybe I had already thought of..." Mordred vomited blood with a clang, the runner's sword of victory fell to the ground, and her body slowly slipped to the ground. .

"Mordred!" Altria reflexively hugged him, kneeling on the ground, tears of pain in his eyes.

She finally understood what happened at that moment. Although she had given up resistance, when Mordred’s sword hit her, the survival instinct of life allowed her body to make the most direct response to surpass With the speed she possessed, she pierced a spear erected nearby into Mordred's body.

"Hehe, this is the first time I have seen... the crying king, why is this?" Mordred looked at the tears in Altria's eyes, but laughed idiotically.

She is not a normal person. Although she seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old, she actually lived for no more than twelve years. It was just that Morgan used special means to mature her mind and body, but such a method is undoubtedly It was the facilitating growth, with great hidden dangers. The moment her heart was pierced, all her functions had ceased, and even her mind became extremely blurred.

And now, she can still maintain a certain level of consciousness, but it's because...

"Father? Or mother? How should I call you?"

There was a serious and yearning look in Mordred's eyes, remembering that the first time she saw King Arthur, she was full of worship like an innocent child, and she only felt that being able to follow such a king was the luckiest thing in her life. Regardless of Tianya Cape, he would swear to follow him, but he dismissed Morgan's plan.

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

Mordred was so ecstatic at the time, thinking that one day she could be appreciated by a godlike "father". She worked hard day and night only to become a knight who fits the identity of the "King's Child" as soon as possible, and then dignified. Standing in front of the king, showing the true respect from the heart...but!

"I'm sorry, Mordred..." Altria didn't know what Mordred was thinking, but after hearing what she said just now, she already knew what kind of feeling the other party was holding, and she gave that feeling for life. Trampled, regret and sorrow form tears.

With tears falling on his face, Mordred's sanity was a little sober, seeing Wang's expression, finally revealed a bitter smile, and reached out to touch Altria's face, "Why... why not earlier One point...I am so..."

The hand fell before it even touched Wang's face, along with the words she could never finish.

Mordred's life completely disappeared.