I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Then, Mordred raised the magic sword again, unleashed the [Magic Release] skill without reservation, and thrust it in fiercely.

The protective shield was pierced and half of the sword penetrated.

But this was not the end. Mordred loosened the hilt with one hand, put his five fingers together, and smashed the hilt with a fist wrapped in red thunder.

Finally, like glass, the golden protective shield shattered, and Altria's figure appeared in front of Mordred.

Although the other person's current appearance made Modred feel a little unfamiliar, only... only those eyes were so familiar to her.

It seemed as if he was always gazing at a very distant place, but he could never take in her appearance, her eyes as beautiful as emerald.

"really……"

After seeing those eyes and that look, Mordred finally made up his mind.

"As expected! You are Arthur——!!"

Because you are Arthur.

That's why I must kill you!!

Chapter 195 Please forgive me, Mordred

I wanted to explain... but Mordred probably wouldn't be able to listen at this moment.

"You're actually intervening in other people's family disputes. That's so unlike me... In the past, wouldn't I have run as far away as possible when I encountered something like this?"

Sighing, Artoria looked at Mordred seriously.

Although she knew that it was her own gaffe that caused this terrible development, she couldn't just stand there and let Mordred beat her.

After all, if she was really killed by Mordred, then she would really have no way to resolve the misunderstanding.

Inexplicably, she remembered what Sigurd had said to her in Chaldea.

"Brunhild... huh? She intends to prove her love with murder. While that's delightful, and I wouldn't mind being killed by her, unfortunately, if I die, I won't be able to prove my love. I have to prove my love while ensuring my own survival. How difficult..."

Whenever I heard this sentence before, I always felt that this dragon-slaying hero and king of warriors had lost a little bit of his sanity?

However, she seems to be in a similar situation now, so it’s a little bit... understandable?

"Please forgive me, Mordred. It seems that only by knocking you down can you patiently listen to my explanation."

Then, the magic power in Artoria's body began to activate, which was also a sign that she was about to fight seriously.

Sensing Altria's fighting spirit, Mordred's aura became even more violent.

“Arthur!!”

Even though he was wearing armor, Mordred at this moment did not look like a knight at all, but more like a mad beast.

The magic sword in her hand is her sharp claw, and the red lightning is her roar to vent her anger.

There is no specific method for Mordred's attacks, as she always follows her beast-like instincts and swings her sword or punches.

In her eyes, the knight's reserve was a burden. As long as she could win, she could throw away her sword, then use her fists or kicks, or even bite with her teeth.

Because of this, she may not be the strongest among the Knights of the Round Table, but her aura is definitely the most ferocious and oppressive.

In many battles, her enemies were intimidated by her fierce presence alone.

Faced with Mordred's relentless pursuit, Artoria chose to temporarily hide.

She retreated more than ten meters in an instant, and beams of light shot out from the halo behind Altria's head, shooting towards Mordred who was closing in on her.

"Drink——!!"

With lightning surrounding his body, Mordred, like the god of thunder, swung his sword to chop down all the beams of light. The red lightning and golden light canceled each other out during the collision, but did not affect Mordred's speed at all.

Like a hunting dog that bites someone's neck and won't let go.

Red lightning flashed, and the gushing magic power turned into propulsion, allowing Mordred to come in front of Artoria in an instant, and the magic sword in his hand slashed out with the power of thunder.

Artoria, who descended as a Ruler, did not have a holy sword. Although she had a holy spear, it was not easy to take it out, so she gave a look.

When the devil sword chopped down, a huge sword light spread out from behind Altria, splitting the earth, and the red lightning shot straight into the sky, shaking the heaven and earth.

However, this earth-shaking sword did not hit Artoria, but hit the wall of light she had just created.

"!!!"

Mordred's expression changed and he immediately withdrew. The next moment, the wall of light suddenly turned into several light bands.

The golden light band exceeded the speed of sound and rushed towards Mordred, forcing Mordred to exert force with his legs, crush the ground under his feet, and then jump into the sky to avoid the flying light band.

The seemingly thin and soft light band was actually sharper than a knife. The plowed ground was like tofu, and the flying light band cut through it with knife marks.

Then, these light bands turned around and flew towards Mordred who was still in the air like spirit snakes, causing Mordred's face to change drastically.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene appeared. Although he was in mid-air and borrowing strength from the spirit, Mordred still made several incredible moves, dodging the flying light strips, and finally, he transformed the magic power in his body into red thunder and burst it out. While dodging the last few light strips, he flew towards Artoria like a cannonball.

Staring at the figure breaking through the air, there was no panic on Artoria's face. The light bands around her began to shrink and turned into a huge round shield in front of Artoria.

“Arthur!!”

Modred released her magic without reservation, and the terrifying lightning gathered around her, and in a trance she turned into a ferocious thunder dragon.

Then, it collided heavily with the light shield.

"Boom!"

Like a small nuclear explosion, a mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and destructive red thunder indiscriminately destroyed everything around it.

The air wave, carrying red lightning and smoke, rushed towards Artoria, but was separated when it was one or two meters away from her, and passed by her on both sides like a wave hitting a reef.

Altria's face was calm, and her eyes were filled with an incomprehensible golden light.

At this moment, a flash of red suddenly appeared in the billowing smoke and dust in front of him.

The next moment, the smoke and dust were cut apart, and the magic sword that once killed King Arthur stabbed at Artoria fiercely, as if to recreate the scene of that year.

However, the owner of the sword was not in good condition at the moment, and Altria dodged the self-sacrificing attack easily, and at the same time, she slapped out with her palm, hitting Mordred in the chest.

Originally, Altria wanted to hit her opponent on the head, but she suddenly felt that... if a parent hits her child in the face, it would be too hurtful, so she changed the direction of the attack at the last moment and hit the opponent on the chest instead.

The armor, which had already cracked, was shattered into pieces by the palm covered with golden light, and the palm fell on Mordred's chest without losing momentum.

Strength surged into his lungs, and this palm directly knocked Mordred hundreds of meters away, and the shattered armor fragments fell halfway.

When Artoria caught up, she saw Mordred struggling to stand up, using the magic sword to support his body.

"Damn...damn..."

It felt as if all the bones in her body were broken, and the slightest movement would cause her terribly pain. What was even more unbearable for Mordred was the fact that she was being beaten by Artoria the entire time.

Especially when he saw Altria floating slowly towards him, who seemed to be completely unscathed, not at all like someone who had just experienced a battle but rather like someone who was on a spring outing, Mordred's blood boiled, and the blood that he had just swallowed with great difficulty began to flow up his throat again.

Chapter 196: Talent as a King (Mana)

"I don't want to continue this. Can you calm down and listen to me?"

Altria frowned and tried to speak again.

However, her words had the opposite effect.

"Uh...well..."

Blood foam blocked Mordred's throat, making her unable to speak at all. It was more like a dying beast roaring at its enemy.

Fortunately, although he couldn't speak, Mordred was the type who would rather act than talk, and he spoke directly with his actions.

The hot blood flowed down her arm to the hilt of the sword, but Modred still held the hilt tightly with both hands. At this moment, she suddenly jumped up and swung the sword towards Altria's waist.

The next moment, the sound of golden bells echoed.

Beneath his helmet, Mordred's eyes were filled with shock.

Just because she saw that the magic sword she suddenly swung was caught by Artoria's left elbow and left knee.

If you look closely at Altria's elbows and knees, you can vaguely see a faint layer of gold.

It turned out that Artoria covered her elbows and knees with golden light, and because Mordred was seriously injured, she dared to receive the sword in this way.

Artoria naturally would not miss this opportunity when Mordred was stunned. She raised her right hand and bent the five fingers into claws, which were covered with condensed golden light. Then she hit Mordred's shoulder heavily.

This is not the end. Artoria's right hand hit the back of the head, joints, heart, abdomen, and waist smoothly with special techniques.

Then, Artoria swung her hand and hit Mordred's wrist, and the magic sword in Mordred's hand fell out of his hand because of this blow.

"what--!"

Even though her weapon fell out of her hand, Mordred did not give up. She stretched out her hands and clamped Altria's wrist, and red lightning burst out from her body again.

Her voice was hoarse and low, as if she was determined to die.

"Go to hell! Arthur—!"

Magic power was consumed crazily, and red lightning shot straight into the sky, completely engulfing the figures of the two.

Suddenly, heaven and earth were silent.

The world seemed to have turned into an ocean of red thunder.

The lightning was raging, indiscriminately destroying everything around it, as if the end of the world had come early.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the thick pillar of lightning.

The next moment, a golden pillar of light that was even more magnificent than the lightning pillar shot up into the sky, directly wrapping around the red lightning pillar, and it continued to grow stronger.

In the beam of light, Artoria and Mordred stood facing each other, and Mordred still held Artoria's wrist tightly.

A torrent of golden light continuously washed over her body, and the armor covering her entire body broke into pieces bit by bit, revealing her face distorted by pain.

"Gu..."

The intense pain and burning sensation continued to act on her body, and even with Mordred's fortitude, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

At such a close distance, being stared at by Artoria's beautiful eyes that were cold in the least, Modred gritted his teeth, exerted force with both hands, and forced himself to move closer to Artoria against the torrent of light.

Seeing this, Artoria's gaze fixed, and the golden light enveloping them became more solid and dazzling.

And when Artoria increased her output, Mordred finally showed signs of decline. After roaring with anger and unwillingness, he was completely swallowed up by the torrent of light.

“Arthur!!”

Finally, the beam of light dissipated, turning into a peaceful and warm light that spread across the earth.

Countless golden light particles fell from the sky, as if it was the blessing and mercy bestowed by the gods on this devastated land.

In a huge pit, Artoria stood proudly, looking down at Mordred lying in the center of the pit.

The armor on her body had long been completely shattered, and there were large areas of burn marks on her body.

However, Artoria had controlled her strength. Compared to the superficial injuries, what was more serious for Mordred was that the magic power in her body had run out and was almost unable to sustain her existence.

Although the magic power consumed by Artoria just now was obviously much more than that of Mordred, Mordred did not have the support of the Holy Grail like Artoria, and had endless magic power.

Mordred, lying in the pit, felt pain all over his body, and even moving a finger became a luxury at this moment.

But even so, Mordred's eyes were still fierce, as if he intended to kill Altria with his eyes.

And Artoria stood in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly.

Even though her mind was a little unclear, after all, Artoria had just punched her directly on the head, she still opened her eyes wide, wanting to see Artoria's face and eyes clearly in the dim night.

Those eyes that have witnessed the rise and fall of a country, the rising and setting of the sun, and the admiration and fear of the people are more beautiful than the most perfect and flawless emerald in the world.

Mordred wanted to see himself in those eyes.

Even if the image of myself reflected in those eyes is being burned by the fire of anger and corroded by the poison of resentment, it doesn't matter.

So...so...

Mordred roared hoarsely, squeezing out the clotted blood from his throat.

"Arthur...!"

Hate me!

Hate me! Be jealous of me! Hate me!

Just like then, pierce my heart with the holy spear in your hand!

After I die, let my appearance be forever imprinted in your eyes and your soul!