I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Then, Altria's voice sounded from behind her.

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

"Ah? He can't?"

Mordred glanced at Artoria, then at Veleslana.

"Yes, I won't do it."

Veleslana smiled faintly and said, "Your father is the strongest Steel, the savior who annihilated the Demon King on Earth. Even if I really have to fight him, I must at least allow more avatars to return and maximize my chances of victory."

"Although it's a shame that the wild boar's incarnation was destroyed, I won't dwell on it too much now that it's happened. This loss won't shake my victory."

"Besides... I still have battles with you and the God King to fight. Perhaps I'll even fight your father, but that will be after I defeat you and the God King, and stand before her as a victor."

Seeing this, although Mordred was still showing hostility, her fighting spirit had been restrained, and the magic sword Clarent was carried on her shoulder.

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

"Hahaha! I'm waiting, hoping you'll give me a satisfying fight!"

The wind around Veleslana suddenly became strong.

The next moment, Veleslana's figure disintegrated into wisps of invisible wind, leaving no trace of breath.

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

"Veleslana, huh?... He's not a bad opponent. Just the right opportunity for you to get familiar with your current strength."

"Tsk! I don't know him."

Mordred crossed his arms over his chest, and it seemed that his first impression of Veleslana was not very good.

"If you go into battle with this mentality, you will suffer losses."

Altria said expressionlessly, "The reason that guy has remained undefeated despite countless battles is because he possesses ten avatars, capable of handling almost any opponent... Even though I've defeated one of his avatars, he's still not someone you can underestimate."

"Well……"

After looking at Mordred who lowered his head with a look of loss in his eyes, Artoria lowered her eyes.

She didn't want Mordred to show such an expression, but under the influence of the Dark Spiritual Base, scolding and other words would always come out of her mouth uncontrollably, and this was the result of her suppressing it herself.

Because I couldn't bear it, I wanted to say something encouraging, but I didn't know what was the most appropriate thing to say at this time.

"It feels like nothing I say is right... so how about... using actions to express it?"

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

When she looked up, Altria was already standing in front of her with a serious expression.

Seeing that emotionless face reflected in his eyes, Mordred felt uneasy and fearful.

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

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

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

However, Artoria didn't mean to slap her, but instead placed her hand on her head and stroked it gently.

The unexpected development caused Mordred's brain to crash and he took a long time to recover.

"I just hope you can do your best."

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

Does this really serve as encouragement?

After all, [Altria] doesn't know how to comfort people. She only leads the charge and doesn't offer any words of encouragement. In the end, this task still has to be handed over to [Phoenix Feather of the Other Side].

But [Phoenix Feather] is a socially anxious person who is not good at communication...

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

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

In my mind, bunch after bunch of countless fireworks rose into the sky, and then exploded with a "bang".

Blow Mordred's sanity to pieces.

……

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it looked like an overturned ink bottle. The thick clouds blocked the sun, shrouding the whole world in gloom.

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

A strong wind suddenly blew up, the branches swayed, the leaves rustled, and the heavy dark clouds seemed to be about to crush all the big trees.

The raindrops fell, and it turned from a drizzle to a downpour in the blink of an eye.

Due to its geographical location, Sardinia rarely sees rain, let alone violent storms like this one.

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

He was originally the king of this region, the god who ruled the sky, and the dragon-slaying warrior.

However, due to religious struggles, his name changed from the "Lord of the Sky" representing supremacy to the "Lord of the Flies" describing filth and filth.

Myths about him spread throughout the world, and the "strong man with a stick" became the prototype of Hercules in Greek mythology, and the legend of him slaying the dragon was the origin of St. George.

After being awakened, he fought another god, was severely injured, and fell into a deep sleep, using the essence of 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 Phoenician god-king, 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 howling wind and blazing lightning are signs of his awakening.

He had unkempt hair that never warranted a haircut, a beard that completely covered the lower part of his face, and a wild appearance. He was a giant about fifteen meters tall.

The bulging, rock-like muscles look very oppressive.

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

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

Compared to Mekal's mountain-like body, it is too small, but the aura it exudes is no less natural.

"Are you finally awake? Mekal."

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403

Chapter 403 You’re Not Worthy!

Veleslana floated in the air as if ignoring 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 severe that you haven't rested well until now?"

In response, Mekal snorted coldly.

At the same time, a brilliant flash of lightning shot out from the sky, and the roar of thunder seemed to shatter the strong wind.

"You're still so arrogant! You even woke me up from my slumber just to fight a powerful opponent. Even after I shattered your arrogance, didn't it diminish?"

Mekal moved his huge body, holding the wooden stick with patterns of wind and lightning in his hands, and the roaring lightning in the sky became more and more powerful.

"Well, this time I will surely give you the defeat you've been waiting for! Use your body to experience the consequences of angering a king!"

"Hahahaha! Come and give it a try if you can!"

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

The two of them were eager to fight.

The battle was about to break out.

In an instant, a presence no less powerful than that of the two gods appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"Ha! Look here, look here."

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

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

"Interesting, a third god?"

This was the first time Mekal met Mordred. After feeling that the other party's divinity was no less 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 hold victory in my hands, so naturally the more enemies I have, the better, isn't it?"

"How arrogant! As the God King, am I unable to satisfy you?"

Mekal glanced at Veleslana, then at Mordred, and the words that came out of his mouth were like thunder resounding in the sky.

"Then, goddess recognized by Veleslana! Tell us your true name before the God-King of Uphonicia, Mekar!"

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

Mordred gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground behind him. "However, I don't intend to remember your name... because you are not worthy of it!"

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

The blood-red lightning shattered the strong wind and heavy rain and headed straight for Mekal's head.

"The first target turned out to be me!!"

Seemingly excited and angry, Mekal swung his stick and unleashed unmatched brute force.

"Sweep everything! Chaser!"

The wooden stick collided with the crimson lightning, and the ferocious lightning was instantly shattered. Modred's figure flew backwards uncontrollably and collided with a mountain not far away.

"what happened?"

Mordred's face was full of confusion.

He could feel that the reason he was knocked away was not because he lost to the other party 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, pierced through the heavy rain and reached Mordred's ears.

"Hahahaha! What's wrong? Is this all you're capable of? Where did all your arrogance go?"

These words instantly made Mordred furious.

"hateful--!"

The crimson cursed energy burned like flames.

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

Just then, a strong wind suddenly came.

After being swept into the strong wind, the solid mountain where Modred was standing was broken down into dust bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I would be very upset if I was ignored."

Veleslana's long, Greek-style gown rustled as he said with a smile, "Don't think I'm being mean by taking advantage of someone in distress. It's common sense to eliminate the weak 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 unharmed in the wind and rain.

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

Seeing that Mordred was not only safe and sound after being attacked by himself and Mekal, but also dared to challenge him, the originally gentle smile on Veleslana's face gradually became ferocious, like a beast with its fangs bared.

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

The golden cursed power stirred the wind and clouds, and the words declaring victory echoed here.

"I am the strongest and hold victory in my hands! I am the one who defeats all enemies, whether human or demonic! I will defeat any enemy that stands in my way!"

As the spirit recited these words, Veleslana's presence instantly expanded a lot, and the surging curse power became more energetic, as if... he had been sleeping before, and now he finally woke up.

Seeing this, Mordred concentrated his mind and gathered his cursed power on the sword 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 reward for the blow you just struck!"