"See, King Arthur, your country has only been destroyed, and whether it is you or I who has won, everything has been reduced to rubble as you see it!" In a roar of hatred and excitement, Mordred swung the long sword in her hand and slashed forward, facing the king, facing the person in front of her who was related to her, she didn't spare any hand, and the only thought in her heart was to insert the sword into the other party's body.

Clang!

Alto Lìya was shocked and fell back in shock, her silver teeth clenched, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, and the hand holding the sword, although still so strong and powerful, was already trembling slightly.

There was not a single weak person among the Knights of the Round Table, and there was no weak person in King Arthur's army, even though Altolìya's strength was now far greater than "a year ago", but in the previous battle, she had almost exhausted all her strength, and the armor on her body was no longer silver, and there were sword marks everywhere, and the blood on it was both enemy and her own. Her ability to fight now is only supported by willpower, but in the face of Mordred, which is not inferior to her original self, it is extremely difficult for her to overcome.

It's just that although the things she wants to protect have changed, the strong and stubborn xìng Ge has not changed in any way, and even if she is at an absolute disadvantage, she has never thought of giving up.

"Thy kingdom is ruined because of me, and hates me? That's right, Lou is the same, and hates you even more than you! Mordred roared as if venting, and slashed out three swords with all his might.

Lou!

Alto Lì Ya was immediately blasted out, fell down the sword mound, rolled over the pile of corpses, felt the strength from behind, and before he could turn around, he swung his sword forward.

Clang!

The two swords struck each other, and Alto Lìya knelt on one knee, holding the sword in one hand, and blocked the blow that Mordred attacked with all his strength, and the contact between the sword blade and the sword blade burst out with jī fiery fire.

Mordred was condescending, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, and at the same time he smiled and said, "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 sword in my hand is the same as your holy sword." "It's really true to say that the Goddess of the Lake is a wholesale holy sword, not only King Arthur and Lancelot have holy swords, even the top ten of the Knights of the Round Table have holy swords, and Mordred has the sword of victory in the wheel, and its power is not inferior to the sword of victory of the oath without a scabbard.

With this holy sword that did not belong to her, coupled with the strength that Mordred herself possessed, Altolìya herself knew that this battle was life-threatening, but!

Chicken!

As soon as the silver teeth bited, Altolìya violently rushed to the side, the blade of the sword brushed by, making a piercing clang, Mordred frowned reflexively, and even the strength was loosened, Altolì took this opportunity to kick her in the back and kicked it out.

Mordred stood up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, but said disdainfully, "Cut, obviously there is such a good chance to hit me hard, although it may not be successful, even without a sword, are you still merciful to your subordinates?" Or is it naïve that we can still reconcile? "That's ...... Impossible! With a roar of hatred, Mordred attacked again, and Altolì missed the opportunity and could only grit her teeth and struggle to hold on.

Indeed, if it was her before, she would never have missed such a good opportunity just now, even if she couldn't cut off Mordred's head with a sword, she could have hit it hard, but now she can't do it, not because of naivety, let alone because she wants to reconcile, but the person who fights with her at this moment is her child!

No matter how taboo Mordred's background is, no matter how undesirable her background is, she is a child of her own blood after all, no one can deny this... In the past, Alto Lìya would not admit this child, she could not accept it as a king, and she could not accept it as a class, but since she gave birth to a child herself, she finally understood what kind of existence it is to be a mother.

The last few days in the middle of the world were her happiest days as a woman, and also her happiest days as a mother, while giving her children meticulous care, they also reminded her of Mordred, for this daughter, she owes too much.

Mordred had never been cared for by herself, had never been approved by herself, and had not even been able to look at her with a straight eye, and it was not for nothing that she hated herself so much, or it could be said that it was a matter of course.

She can be ruthless and cut the killing sword against the Knights of the Round Table who has followed her for many years, that is to end the war, but in the face of her own children, how can she do it?

Altolì was reluctant to strike, but Mordred would not stop, her attack was like a storm, and the sword of victory slashed under her swing, along with her unwilling and angry resentment, "I understand, you hated me and hated me from the beginning, because my uncleanness has defiled your sanctity, so no matter how hard I try, how good I am, I will always be like garbage in your eyes!" "Mordred" Altolìya tried to explain, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth. What's the point of what she says now? The scars inflicted on Mordred by his knife of indifference will not heal, and what he owes her will never be able to make up.

Therefore, in the face of Mordred's questioning, she had no way to refute it, so she could only grit her teeth and block the fierce and deadly attacks again and again.

"I am braver than anyone else, on the battlefield, I rush ahead of everyone, and I am the last to retreat in every battle. I'm stronger than anyone else, even Lancelot, I can go head-to-head with him, but why am I at the bottom of the Knights of the Round Table? Because, I am the one whom you hate! "Lou!

This time, Mordred's attack finally worked, and the Sword of Victory Oath was blasted out by her under the heavy blow, and the ferocious force knocked Alto Lìya several meters away, and the Wheel of Victory let out a bloodthirsty roar that dragged Mordred forward.

Is this the end At this moment, Alto Lìya's hands and feet were weak, and it was barely possible to stand, and in the face of this fatal sword, he had no power to fight back, and he said sorry in his heart, and closed his eyes with a sigh.

Then with a bang, a weapon pierced through the armor and stabbed into the **.

Feeling the stinging pain in her head, Altolìya instinctively opened her eyes and found Mordred standing in front of her, the tip of the Wheel of Victory against her forehead, but the attack did not fall completely, because the armor on her mouth had shattered, and a spear pierced her heart, and on the other end of the spear was ...... Own hands!

"This is?!" Altolìya's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This is the way it will end, maybe I thought of it from the beginning" Mordred spat blood from her mouth, and with a bang, the sword of victory fell to the ground, and her body slowly slid to the ground.

"Mordred!" Alto lìya reflexively hugged him and sat on his knees, tears of pain falling from his eyes.

She finally understood what had happened at that moment, although she had given up resistance, but when Mordred's blade slashed at her, the survival instinct of life caused her body to react most directly, and pierced a spear erected next to her into Mordred's body with a speed beyond her own.

"Hehe, it's the first time I've seen the weeping king, why is that?" Mordred looked at the tears in Altolìya's eyes, but laughed stupidly.

She is not a normal person, although she seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old, but in fact she really survives for no more than twelve years, but Morgan uses special means to make her mind and body mature, but such a method is undoubtedly a seedling to grow, with great hidden dangers, the moment her heart is pierced, all her functions have stopped, and even her mind has become extremely blurred.

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

Mordred's eyes shot a trace of serious and yearning for God, I remember the first time I saw King Arthur, she was full of adoration like an innocent child, and only felt that it was the luckiest thing in her life to be able to follow such a king, no matter the cliff and the cape, she would swear to follow to the death, but she was disdainful of Morgan's plan.

When he learned that he was King Arthur's child, the inferiority complex caused by his unbearable birth suddenly disappeared, and since he was the king who was above the human race, it was more of an honor to be her child" and "not a human", and he was the heir of the king, both physically and mentally.

Mordred was so ecstatic at that time, thinking that one day she would be appreciated by her god-like "father", she worked day and night to become a knight worthy of the status of "the king's child" as soon as possible, and then stood in front of the king with dignity and showed her sincere reverence...... But!

"I'm sorry, Mordred" Alto Lìya didn't know what Mordred was thinking, but after listening to what she had just said, she already knew what kind of feelings the other party was holding, and she trampled on that feeling all her life, and tears of regret and sorrow were spilled.

Tears fell down her face, Mordred's mind cleared up a little, and when she saw Wang's expression, she finally let out a bitter smile and stretched out her hand to Alto Lìya's face, "Why..............., why not earlier......,......... I'm so ......."

The hand had fallen before it could touch the king's face, along with words she could no longer finish.

Mordred's life is completely gone.!.