Let's go back in time a little, to when Joan of Arc just met Shakespeare.
"Found you, bitch."
Mordred swaggered into the "King's Chamber" with a sword in hand.
"You didn't find me, I led you here. Well, you've come here after a lot of hard work, so please accept my hospitality."
Semiramis sat on the throne and smiled. Her smile was very beautiful. Even without any magic, it still had a fascinating charm, like an exquisite and beautiful work of art. If it was a man with a weak will, he might have already fallen at her feet.
But Mordred did not take this beauty seriously.
"You said it was a treat, but why is there not even a dish?"
"Because the guests haven't arrived yet. Your father, King Arthur, and your master, the man named Lion Robbery, haven't arrived yet."
Since Semiramis could manipulate space to lead Jeanne to Shakespeare, she could also separate Altria and Mordred. And out of some evil taste, she even specially assigned Mordred's master, Lion Zed, to Altria.
Mordred sneered: "You are just a villain who only knows how to use such despicable means."
Semiramis smiled and said, "Ah, this is how I took control of the Assyrian Empire, just like your mother used similar means to overthrow the Arthurian dynasty."
"How dare you say that. Doesn't the wound hurt anymore?"
Mordred looked at the Empress's shoulder with unfriendly eyes. Although she couldn't see the wound, her intuition as a swordsman told her that the wound there - has not healed yet.
Her fingers gently slid over the wound, and Semiramis' eyes narrowed into slits:
"Although I don't feel any pain, my heart is hurt. Of course, I also know how to heal it.";
"-Oh, I don't know what that method is, but how about I help you?"
"That's much appreciated. So—"
Semiramis raised his hand, Mordred raised his sword, and both uttered the same words at the same time.
"As long as you die, the wound will not hurt."
The royal sword, which was more beautiful than any silver sword, was stained with scarlet magic power and emitted bursts of buzzing sounds.
A dark green chain emerged from the darkness behind Semiramis. The tip of the chain was hook-shaped, emitting a heart-pounding cold light.
Mordred roared loudly, and the red slash pierced through most of the king.
However, Semiramis endured her roar that burst out with strong murderous intent as if nothing had happened, and with just a wave of her hand, she neutralized the attack that even the first-class fighting servants did not dare to underestimate.
If one strike fails, the next one will follow, stronger and faster than the previous one.
However, the result did not change at all, and the empress sat firmly on the throne.
No one was injured, it was just a waste of time.
"Your murderous intent is like a breeze. Come to me with hatred. Otherwise, you will be tortured to death and become the appetizer I use to entertain your master and your father."
The high and mighty empress was like a snake catching mice. However, the rebellious knight was not just a mouse. Even if he was a mouse, he had teeth sharp enough to kill a tiger.
"Is that what you are trying to do? What a disgusting, vicious woman!!!"
Mordred charged. Using the reaction force of pushing against the wall to get closer to her opponent, she was like a bouncing bullet. She approached the throne at the speed of sound, and without even a split second, she took the Empress's head.
However, the empress only moved one finger as if she was bored.
The attack action ends here.
The dark green chains that flew out from the depths of darkness instantly wrapped around Mordred, like poisonous snakes or the sharp claws of an eagle.
The brave rebellious knight instantly cut the first chain that approached him in half, and while continuing to sprint forward, he knocked down all the chains with his astonishing reflexes.
However, every time Mordred shot down one, two would immediately replace it.
At first there were only four chains, but within a few seconds, the number of chains increased to a hundred.
Mordred tried hard to knock down ninety-nine of them, but only one entangled her foot.
"Woo...!!!"
Mordred frowned with his sword-like eyebrows raised. He gathered his magic power and habitually wanted to use "magic release" to break free from the chains, then accelerate and directly cut off the empress's head.
However, before the magic power was released, he felt his legs go numb, and the condensed magic power instantly collapsed.
Before Mordred could figure out the situation, he saw the empress move her fingers again.
The group of chains surged in again in an instant.
The chains wrapped around his body immediately threw Mordred backwards and he fell directly onto the stone floor.
Mordred immediately jumped up from the ground, but did not launch another attack. Instead, he slightly moved his leg that had been entangled by the chain.
Sure enough, compared to usual, the strength in my legs is gradually declining.
"Are you confused?"
"What conspiracy are you playing, you vicious woman?"
Mordred's frown grew tighter and tighter, and Semiramis seemed very satisfied with this expression.
"Since you call me a poisonous woman, then of course I am poisonous."
"But my..."
In the end, Mordred did not ask his doubts, because the super serum made by Chiron was top secret and must not be known by the enemy.
But whether she said it or not, it made no difference to Semiramis.
"You want to know why your protective measures didn't work? Haha, you also want to ask me how I know? Everything you want to say is written on your face. For the sake of your stupid face, I will mercifully tell you."
"My name is Semiramis, the oldest poisoner. I can make any poison in the world at will. As long as I am in this king's world, everything will be attached with the concept of "poison"."
"Although I don't know how you resisted my poison before, as long as you don't have the conceptual level of protection like the ruler, or the conceptual detoxification and resistance skills, you will be assimilated by my poison."
"Do you understand? From the moment you step into this place, you have fallen into my control. There is no way to escape, just like a fly swallowed by a fish."
"What's the matter? You don't even have the energy to talk? As a clown who entertains me, if you don't make some boring jokes, it won't even be considered entertainment."
Semiramis held up her chin with the back of her hand and looked at Mordred's body with malicious eyes.