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Chapter 1053 Dad, you're back!
"Mordred."

Artoria wasn't angry; instead, she remained unusually calm.

"Put down your weapon, you've been corrupted, that's not your true self."

She took a step forward. "Peter, your father is very worried about you."

Xiao Mo raised an eyebrow. "Father? Weren't you once a father too? Just a not-so-good one."

"Yes, you are right."

Artoria's voice lowered, revealing a sincere expression.

She looked directly into Mordred's eyes, no longer avoiding them, "I abandoned you, I abandoned the Knights of the Round Table, I abandoned Artoria as a 'human being,' leaving only an empty shell called 'King Arthur.'"

"I chased after an illusory ideal world, only to destroy it with my own hands."

She paused, looking at Mordred with a complicated expression. "Peter taught me a lot. I saw Lancelot's dream, and I saw the future of Britain."

"After the Battle of Camlann, I was filled with resentment as I lay dying because Mordred had betrayed me, Lancelot had defected, and Britain had been destroyed in the war. I was consumed by self-blame and believed that I was responsible for Britain's destruction in the war."

“But now I understand. The king protected the country, but the country did not protect the king. That’s all. Although the ending was tragic, there’s no need to be too demanding of Mordred. I’m sorry for the hurt I caused you before, but now I’m happy to see that you have a new life and a father who is different from me.”

Upon hearing this, Mordred's expression froze instantly.

She seemed surprised that Artoria would admit her mistake so directly.

A flicker of surprise and emotion crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by greater anger.

"You're so hypocritical."

Mordred scoffed. "You want to play the part of someone who suddenly realizes the truth?! Too late!"

"I don't need your approval!"

She suddenly raised her head, a malicious smile playing on her lips: "This is not the Camelot era. This is my world. I will defeat you and prove that you have no right to be king. I will defeat King Arthur and show my father my power, so that he will understand that I am his proudest son!"

"I am the true heir to the farm! The only legitimate heir. Once I defeat all of you, I will be the only one!"

Hearing Mordred's stubborn words, Artoria shook her head helplessly.

She never imagined that Mordred from both worlds would have such similar personalities.

Mordred during the Camelot era, though lacking the qualifications to be king, deeply believed that he was the true heir and hoped to gain recognition.

Hatred and obsession drive Mordred toward evil as she seeks to prove the legitimacy of her throne, ultimately leading to a final showdown with herself in Camlann.

Unexpectedly, Mordred, now corrupted by chaos, also harbors an obsession with the throne, except that her throne has now been replaced by the throne of the farm.

She knew that persuading the other party was impossible, so she had no choice but to resort to force.

Then let me wake her up!
Flames burned in her pupils, and Artoria's figure, radiating a palpable sense of oppression, swept out, instantly making the surrounding air incredibly heavy.

With a burst of speed, Artoria's figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, and Excalibur, bathed in holy light, pierced straight for Mordred's throat.

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing whistle.

"This is so true!"

Mordred, seeing Artoria being provoked and attacked by him, was not afraid, but became even more excited.

She didn't even dodge; her right hand suddenly clenched into a fist behind her.

"Buzz!"

A torrent of destructive, dark red magic erupted from her body like a volcanic eruption.

Countless shimmering dark red light particles instantly condensed in the air and converged wildly.

The "Radiant King's Sword" instantly took shape in her hand.

The moment the sword appeared, it exuded a terrifying pressure.

"clang!"

The deafening bang, almost piercing eardrums, echoed through the woods.

The golden light of Excalibur clashed violently with the Radiant King Sword.

The energy shockwave exploded in a ring, instantly crushing all the fallen leaves and trees within a ten-meter radius around the two into dust.

The ground looked as if it had been plowed, with soil mixed with trees shooting into the sky.

Artoria felt a tremendous force coming from the blade.

With a muffled groan, she was forced back half a step, leaving two deep furrows in the ground beneath her feet.

Mordred's arms were also numb from the shock, but the flames in her eyes burned even more intensely, and her face was filled with a morbid excitement.

"Power! Do you see it, my king? This is my power. I am no longer the one who had to hide in a corner and beg for your mercy!"

The brat burst into wild laughter, gripping the greatsword tightly with both hands, and dark red magic surged and roared across the blade like magma.

"Camran, our battle is not over yet. That time is not the end. Today we continue. I will not be the King of Britain, I will be the King of Padric!"

"Release the magic power!"

With Mordred's roar, a torrent of dark red magic ignited the greatsword with a deafening boom.

Mordred's figure blurred in the raging energy as she raised her knight's sword high above her head, the dark red cursed light illuminating the smile on her face.

"This sword is proof of my rebellion!"

"This body is the object of my hatred!"

"With my blood, I will stain your ideal world red!"

"Rebel against my handsome father (Arthur)!!!"

As Mordred unleashed her true name, a massive crimson blade, composed of curses and magic, slashed down with a piercing shriek that tore through space, towards Artoria, who had just regained her footing.

The crimson light instantly swallowed all the shadows in the forest, casting a blood-red glow on Artoria's taut face.

Seeing Mordred unleash a torrent of energy upon her, Artoria also raised the Excalibur that Peter had temporarily lent her.

As she grasped the holy sword and channeled her power, a dazzling, almost tangible golden light surged forth from the blade, carrying with it a magnificent will to cleanse all evil.

Wherever the light passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and the decaying leaves on the ground were instantly carbonized and scattered.

"boom!"

Two energy torrents, with completely opposite properties but both containing world-destroying power, tore through the deathly silence of the forest like two roaring ancient dragons, rushing toward each other with a deafening roar.

Golden and dark red light devoured everything in the center of the open space, and the air in front of the point of collision was compressed to the extreme, groaning under the strain.

Before the devastating shockwave even made contact, it had already ripped terrifying trenches several meters deep into the ground, and the surrounding trees cracked and snapped as if struck by a hurricane.

The branches twisted and the leaves turned to dust in an instant amidst the turbulent energy flow.

Just as the two torrents of energy were about to collide violently, wiping out the forest and everything in it, space suddenly distorted without warning.

The distortion of the air was not caused by the fluctuations of magical teleportation, nor by the afterimages of high-speed movement.

It's more like the area that was about to become the core of the collision was forcibly "dug" out of the canvas of reality by an invisible hand.

In this small area, the sense of time becomes viscous and strange.

The next instant, a figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the two torrents.

Peter, who appeared suddenly, didn't even look at the two destructive torrents that were enough to evaporate the city; he simply opened his arms wide.

His left palm was aimed at Artoria, and the molten gold river surged forth.

His right hand fiercely met Mordred's filthy, dark red surge.

"Boom!!!"

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor the shriek of energy annihilation.

Two destructive energy torrents, powerful enough to tear space apart, were abruptly stopped the moment they touched Peter's palm, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of sighs.

Artoria's holy light, which purified evil spirits, struck the air in front of Peter's left hand, and the surging golden light instantly froze.

Countless sacred runes flickered wildly in the stream of light, attempting to break through the invisible barrier, but could only condense into a blinding ball of light that kept collapsing and expanding in front of Peter's palm.

On the other side, Mordred's crimson torrent, imbued with the curse of chaos, crashed into the space in front of Peter's right palm, only to be met with even more complete suppression.

The boiling, foul-smelling energy, like a red-hot iron striking a steel rod, produced a sickeningly corrosive sound. The tip of the dark red torrent was forcibly annihilated by a purer force upon contact.

The two destructive torrents were forcibly suppressed by the barrier Peter constructed using divine power.

"Well--!"

Artoria let out a muffled groan, her hands holding the sword trembling violently.

She could clearly feel the immense recoil from the Excalibur, as well as the will that forcefully suppressed the sword's brilliance.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, followed by an expression of relief.

Without hesitation, she began to forcefully restrain her magic, and the brilliant golden torrent diminished at a visible speed.

Mordred also looked shocked.

When Peter appeared out of nowhere, Mordred was instantly stunned.

"Father...Father King?!"

A dry, hoarse voice came from her mouth.

Mordred's arm, which was holding the magic sword, froze instantly, and the torrent of dark red magic power within her body was as if its source had been choked by an invisible giant hand.

"Father, no, King, you...you're back?!"

the other side.

The rooftop of the Gotham Police Department no longer exists; it has become an exceptionally bloody place of death.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of grayish-white powder, the remains of a vampire completely carbonized by the intense light.

Stepping on it will make a rustling sound that makes your teeth ache.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone and the thick stench of blood.

The giant beam of light, modified from the bat lamp, still stubbornly pierces the crimson fog that shrouds the city, but its edges are now covered with spiderweb-like cracks and emit a hissing sound of unstable electricity.

"Left! Diana!"

Barbara Gordon's voice came through the communication channel as she leaned against the only remaining section of the low wall, reminding Black Canary.

The black canary moved at the sound.

She took a deep breath, her chest expanding like a resonating chamber, and the compressed energy in her throat emitted a high-frequency hum.

The next second, a visible pale golden shockwave erupted from her mouth.

"Buzz!"

The sound wave, like a heavy hammer, slammed into the dozen or so vampires that swarmed up from the fire escape on the left.

"Puff puff!"

The first few, like inflatable dolls that had been detonated from the inside, instantly exploded into a shower of blood and flesh.

Those that came a little later seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, their chests collapsing eerily, their wings twisting and breaking, screaming as they plummeted from the sky, turning to ashes at the edge of the ultraviolet beam.

"Well done, Canary!"

Wei's voice rang out from behind the black canary.

Her Hextech Gauntlets were slamming a flying vampire who was trying to ambush Seresa from the air into the ground.

With a muffled thud, the ground cracked, and the vampire's chest cavity and wings were smashed into a bloody mess. Bone spikes pierced through its back, instantly rendering it unable to move.

Without pausing, Wei swept his left fist with tremendous force, smashing another lunging vampire in the waist and breaking a twisted metal antenna pole.

"Hey! Big guy! Catch!"

Boom fought while laughing like Harley Quinn.

She pulled two bizarrely shaped grenades from the exaggerated weapon belt around her waist—one flashing with blinding fluorescent powder, and the other wreathed in unstable blue arcs of electricity.

Without even looking, she hurled the weapon at the dense horde of vampires that surged out again at the rooftop entrance.

The pink grenade exploded in mid-air.

There was no loud noise, only a strange "pop" sound.

A vast expanse of pink, viscous gel covered the area like a giant fly net.

A dozen or so vampires charging at the front were instantly stuck, their wings and bodies bound together by a superglue-like substance, emitting terrified and desperate screams.

The vampires, like insects trapped in amber, struggled in vain and swarmed together, before turning into white smoke at the edge of the ultraviolet beam that swept through them.

A blue arc grenade exploded in another area.

"Fuck!"

A violent blue electric current instantly wove together to form an electric grid covering several meters.

Several vampires crashed in, and a strong electric current instantly pierced their damp bodies, causing them to fall straight down while emitting blue smoke.

Black Canary listened to Boom Boom laughing as he frantically threw bombs, his expression somewhat strange.

She couldn't help but mentally scream: "Who's Harley Quinn, you or Harley Quinn?!"

the other side.

"Ceresa! High in the air!"

Barbara reminded her.

Several cunning vampires, using their companions to draw fire, silently swooped down from higher altitudes, heading straight for the Bat Light, the core source of the light source.

Ceressa, who had been standing still at the edge of the bright light as if she had merged with the shadows, moved.

She raised her fingers and quickly traced several runes her father had taught her in the air.

"Buzz!"

A translucent, diamond-shaped force field shield instantly solidified in the path of the diving vampire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It's like crashing into bulletproof glass at high speed.

The force field shield remained unmoved, while the diving vampire crashed into it, suffering broken bones and a bloody head. Its body was strangely pressed against the force field shield before being swept by the ultraviolet beam and turned into charcoal.

The battle was intense and efficient, like a sophisticated death machine at work.

But the number of vampires seemed endless, pouring out from every dark corner of the city, drawn by the bright light.

Meanwhile, deep beneath Gotham City, in a makeshift base deep within an abandoned subway tunnel.

It lacks the spaciousness of a bat cave; instead, it resembles a war fortress constructed of cold alloys and massive pipelines, exuding an efficient and ruthless aura.

On the massive central holographic projection platform, countless data streams cascaded down like a waterfall, displaying energy fluctuations throughout the city, vampire activity hotspots, and images transmitted from the front lines.

Bruce stood in front of a sterile laboratory workbench separated by high-strength glass.

Horus, acting as his assistant, was observing a high-speed centrifuge.

Inside the centrifuge, a specially designed test tube is spinning at an astonishing speed, containing a few milliliters of strangely dark red liquid.

The dark red liquid is a blood sample taken from Harley Quinn's body.

Harley Quinn herself was currently strapped to a specially made alloy treatment chair in an extremely awkward position.

Her hands and ankles were secured to the armrests with high-strength magnetic buckles, and her waist and chest were also firmly bound with tough synthetic fiber restraints.

A transparent IV tube was connected to a vein in her right arm, and the other end was connected to a blood purification machine that kept emitting a low hum. Complex parameters were displayed on the instrument's screen.

Unlike the crazed Harley Quinn on the rooftop, Harley appeared unusually quiet at this moment.

She tilted her head, and her face, painted with exaggerated face paint, no longer displayed her signature crazy smile, but instead revealed a hint of curiosity.

"Hey, little bat, if you want my blood, you don't have to tie me up this tightly, do you?"

Neither Bruce nor Horus paid him any attention.

"Hey, little bat, why don't you tell me about Peter Patrick? I heard you're his Robin? Is that true?"

(End of this chapter)