"Teacher Merlin, have you seen it? Our little Arthur, she still seems to still not understand why her loyal knight Mordred rebelled? She will die and welcome her death like a king... Why, You still don’t want to look at me!”
Outside Merlin's cabin, Morgan, whose magical strength was unprecedented, was still shouting at Le Yuan.
like? No, this is already an obsession.
It can be said that Morgan's emotional changes towards Le Yuan, or towards the Merlin played by Le Yuan, can be seen clearly by Le Yuan.
When Morgan first met, he had a kind of admiration and awe for Merlin. Merlin's name is probably a great person that Morgan will never be able to touch.
And after Le Yuan accepted Morgan as his apprentice and taught her magic management. For Morgan, Merlin lost that layer of mystery as a magician, but as an excellent teacher, Morgan still felt the warmth and respect of a loving father and strict teacher, and this feeling was reflected in Morgan's biological father Cornwall This was especially true after the death of Duke Er.
A loving father? This feeling was the only warmth of home that Morgan felt after losing his father. When his mother became King Uther's queen, this warmth seemed to become Morgan's only spiritual support.
This kind of feeling is brewing and fermenting. Maybe Morgan himself doesn't know what this kind of feeling will be like, but he has seen many emotions in the world and knows very well that this kind of feeling is most likely to turn into a perverted relationship between men and women. Love, and for Morgan, who is paranoid and even becomes paranoid, this possibility is even greater.
But so what
No matter what Morgan became, Le Yuan didn't care at all. The only person Le Yuan really cares about is Artoria. This person who brought him to this world is the key to his leaving this world.
It was precisely because of Le Yuan's concern for Artoria that exceeded Morgan's that Morgan, who had always admired Le Yuan, eventually became yandere and turned into a black man. Not only did she try every means to bring down her sister's kingdom, she even tried to make her sister Artoria despair.
Let Arturia's most loyal knight "betray", let her queen Guinevere "have an affair", and let the original more than one hundred Knights of the Round Table fall apart...
As long as there is something that Artoria values and that can make Artoria despair, Morgan will destroy it one by one. This seemed to be the only way for Morgan to get Le Yuan's attention, and in order to achieve this, Morgan finally decided to subvert the entire England.
Morgan's ability is no longer comparable to that of the little girl back then. She is only thirty years old, but she still retains the best part of herself. Time seems to have stopped in her body.
The power of the white dragon's blood makes Morgan's magic power far exceed that of any magician in the world, and even he can only get to the root of the mystery. The "root" magic that Morgan came into contact with may not be felt by others, but as her teacher, Le Yuan could only vaguely feel that it was disaster.
Disaster may be only part of the "root cause". To be more precise, the true form of that power should be "destiny". The witch who controls fate, but unfortunately, Morgan is blinded by negative emotions and can only realize the power of disaster.
On the Hill of Sword Fence, Artoria, who wanted to suppress the rebellion in the country, brought her remaining troops to fight Mordred in a decisive battle.
After losing Avalon, the scabbard that could protect her, the invincible Artoria also changed from an invincible king who was always victorious, to an ordinary person who could bleed and get injured.
The knights who protected him, the knights who were loyal to him, and the knights who fought bloody battles with him all fell one by one.
Even if these knights died, they did not change their loyalty to King Arthur.
"Long live King Arthur! Long live England!"
This sentence is the most common sentence heard on the Hill of Sword Fence. Whenever the knights following Arturia are about to die, they will shout this slogan. None of the remaining people surrendered, they all continued to fight with tears in their eyes.
Arturia did not stop holding the sword in her hand, even though every enemy she cut was once a knight loyal to her; even though they were all involuntarily reduced to puppets; even though the enemy who personally brought them to a dead end was , is their beloved king...
The blood of countless knights flowed on the Sword of Victory, and Arturia's body was cut with countless scars, but what really caused Arturia pain was the blood shed from her heart.
"King - please forgive me!" "King Arthur, thank you for granting me peace!" "King Arthur - we sincerely look forward to you, leading us to peace!"…
These were all the words spoken by the knight who was killed by Arturia himself before he died. Before dying, they were finally able to escape the fate of becoming puppets and told their king what they wanted to say most.
Blood, tears... It has long been difficult to distinguish these on the battlefield. No matter who will be the final winner in this battle, one thing that cannot be changed is that England will be destroyed.
On the battlefield, only Arturia, who was covered in blood, and Mordred, who was riding on a war horse, holding aloft the silver glorious king's sword and wearing a horn helmet, were left.
"Mordred, is this all your intention? In the name of King Arthur, I command you to answer me!"
For her daughter, who was not a daughter, Arturia chose to be tolerant after the other party revealed her true appearance.
However, all this seems to be caused by his tolerant "daughter", which can't help but make Arturia, who was already relieved, feel a trace of regret in her heart.
"Dong-"
The helmet Mordred was wearing fell to the ground, and Arturia finally saw Mordred's expression hidden under the mask.
His face was expressionless, a face as lifeless as a puppet. I didn't feel sad or sad about all the death scenes in front of me. It seemed that the tears had dried up long ago, and two lines of bloody tears were shed on the expressionless face.
With the same face, Mordred became Morgan's tool for revenge and her biggest tool for revenge against Artoria.
They launched a rebellion, killed those who resisted, and finally launched a battle without a winner...
All of this was initiated by Mordred under Morgan's control. Although Mordred herself was not like this, it was a pity that as an artificial human, she had no way to resist the orders from "mother" Morgan.
The battle comes from the battle between "father and son".
On one side is King Arthur Arturia, who has rich fighting experience and holds an indestructible broken steel sword, but has been scarred due to repeated battles; on the other side is Mordred, who is sitting on a mountain and watching the fight between tigers. Although It was weaker than Arturia, but not injured at all.
The final battle finally started between this pair of monarchs and ministers who were not father and son but had a closer relationship than father and son. There was no room for holding back. Arturia knew very well that the only way to free Mordred was to defeat her!
Skills, equipment, and physical fitness are no longer critical factors at this moment. There is only one thing that affects the victory of this duel - fighting spirit.
The desire to win is the most important factor that can bring them victory.
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At the end of the duel, almost at the same moment, Arturia and Mordred's swords penetrated each other's bodies at the same time.
One gold and one silver, two swords that also represent supreme power have now become the murderous weapons to end each other's lives.
Wow-
Mordred spit out a large mouthful of blood after being stabbed in the heart, but even so, she still broke her mask-like expressionless face and showed a bitter smile to her "father" Arturia.
"Father, I have never...hated you...I'm sorry to disappoint you..."
"Mordred, stop talking... rest well..."
"No... there is one thing I must say, be careful with Morgan! She hates you very much!"
Mordred seemed to have exhausted her last strength when she said these words. She immediately closed her eyes and fell into Arturia's arms, falling into a permanent sleep.
"Uh-"
Holding back the pain, Arturia took out the silver sword from her abdomen. Even though Mordred was being manipulated by Morgan, she still struggled to resist, and the last blow that Mordred missed was due to her independent consciousness.
If Mordred hadn't deflected the sword in his hand at the last moment, Arturia would probably be dead now instead of lingering on.
Death has never been so close.
Arturia was lying on the hill of the sword fence, surrounded by the corpses of knights. In such an environment, Arturia actually had the idea that it would be better to die like this.
"King... you can't die like this!"
After an unknown amount of time, Arturia felt a familiar voice coming from her ears. When she opened her eyes again, she found that it was Bedivere standing in front of her, and he was not dead either.
"Bedivere?... I didn't expect to see you again!"
Arturia's voice revealed an unprecedented weakness. Even Bedivere couldn't believe that the owner of this voice was actually the famous King Arthur.
"It's okay, Wang! I'll take you to find a doctor right now..."
Bedivere said that he wanted to help Arturia onto the horse and take her away from the battlefield.
But as soon as Bedivere's hand grabbed one of Arturia's arms, it was firmly grasped by Arturia's other hand.
"Bedivere!" Arturia was stronger than ever before. At this moment, Bedivere even felt that the Arturia in front of her was no longer the same person she saw. Her eyes were very complicated, as if she had experienced two A lifetime.
"yes!"
Bedivere immediately responded to Artoria's command.
"Just now, I had a dream... a dream that seemed very real..."
"Are you talking about a dream?"
"Yes, a dream I have never seen before! It gave me a valuable experience. Such a dream is really beautiful!"
"King, please perform it again, be patient for a little while, and you will see the continuation of the dream..."
"Bedivere, complete my last order as king!"
"But, Wang..."
"Bedivere! Take my sword, pass through the hills covered with corpses, cross the forest, go to the deep lake, and throw my sword down. This is the agreement I made with Teacher Merlin..."
Although Bedivere repeatedly asked Arturia to give up this order, Arturia losing her sword was equivalent to having relieved herself of the burden of being King Arthur and giving up her identity as a king.
But looking at Artoria who looked tired, Bedivere, as the knight who most considered the king himself, finally agreed to Artoria's order.
Laying Arturia flat in a calm forest, Bedivere rode towards the lake.