The ninety-second ad ended with a scolding from the audience.

"I don't understand,"

Zou Wei glanced at the time and complained: "It's 6:20, plus the advertising time, there are only a few minutes left in the animation content, right? ”

Zou Mei slapped her brother's ribs with her elbow, and her tone was a little helpless: "Animation production needs money, TV stations need operations, businessmen need customers, we need to enjoy, this is a very simple cycle, but any of them is indispensable." ”

I know this truth in my heart, but I still feel uncomfortable.

"If I become Chancellor of the Exchequer in the future, I will order the removal of the advertisement. ”

……

The dusk sky seemed to be the setting sun, and the north wind blowing on the plains swept the land, and a girl with blond hair looked at the gradually dark sky with misty eyes, and her eyes were losing their luster little by little. Countless corpses were piled up at her feet, knights' armor was everywhere, horses crouching on the ground neighing proclaimed a terrible battle, cracked blades covered with dark red blood, and handles stuck in corpses, on the ground, on horses, on armor...... The corpses were piled up, the blood and water converged into a river, the blonde girl stood in the sea of corpses and blood, her back was so desolate, and the blood stains stained by the golden holy sword converged into a stream and slowly flowed down the cracks of the corpse mountain.

"Back here......"

"Arthur!"

A muffled roar came from the bottom of the corpse mountain, and a figure wearing golden armor, horn helmet, red skirt armor, and holding a giant sword came running from a distance. His speed became faster and faster, and the light gathered on his sword became thicker and heavier with this momentum, and there were only these two people left on the battlefield, and they would decide the future king here.

"Sister, who is this?"

"Let you usually read more books, and forget all about it at a critical moment!"

Zou Mei patted her brother with her hand with a vicious expression, and explained: "This is the Battle of Kamran, also known as the Battle of Sword Railing, which is the decisive battle of the rebellion launched by Arthur's former subordinate Mordred. Arthur, who quelled the rebellion, also died of his wounds on the battlefield, and this was the end of Arthur...... It seems that Mr. Qingbai wants to restore this battle. ”

A roaring Mordred rushed from afar, a huge inertia blessing the greatsword, the purple-red light exuding a thick ominous aura, the shimmer shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As he charged, the wind forcibly split the corpses in front of him to the sides, creating an unobstructed but eeriely colored path. Purple, black, and red, splashing with blood as the knight runs, mixed with dirt, stained with steel boots, skirt armor, and upside-down greatsword......

Seeing Moredre with endless killing intent, the Knight King let go of the golden holy sword in his hand.

"That's good, that's good, use my death to respond to those dead spirits, to pay for the sins I have created......"

"Arthur!"

The front of the hilt of the sword opened two serrations, as if opening the restraints, and the red and purple light instantly swallowed three feet, and the wind was still at this moment, but the audience faintly heard a disdainful voice.

The light couldn't be subsided for a long time, and everyone clenched their fists, "Will she survive?"

"Why don't you fight back? Why?"

The sound of the blade slapping against the armor thumped, and as the smoke cleared, the Knight King was being beaten like a punching bag by the knight with the great sword. With the body of the giant sword more than one meter long, it was like playing golf, knocking Arthur far away with one blow, and then catching up with the body that was knocked away in an instant, and then striking hard...... With each blow, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and some red, dark substances also appeared in the blood that spurted out with the blows again and again, which were fragments of internal organs—the internal organs of the Knight King were shattered.

"Do you look down on me? You have always refused to look at me, you have always looked down on me, no matter how hard I tried, you did not want to agree with me, is it because I am an unclean bastard?"

Blood slid down the corners of her mouth, and the knight king supported her body with the spear stuck upside down, she seemed to feel something, she looked at the spear in her hand strangely, a thought flashed in her eyes, and then said softly: "You... It's not qualified enough!"

"Really?"

Mordred had a strange expression on her forehead, and laughed heartily, "Do you see? Your beloved Britain has been destroyed under my rebellious sword, and I will continue to torment you, and then your tears of wailing and weeping will be very sweet." ”

The Knight King's face was a little painful, remembering the people who had laughed and laughed under the protection of Mordred, and she didn't understand why it was like this, so she shouted with all her strength: "Why...... Why?"

"To take revenge on you!"

Mordred gripped the greatsword in his hand and disappeared in an instant.

"I've been asking for ...... again and again"

"Smack!"

A blue-white body was knocked away, and a thick cloud of dust kicked up on the ground.

"Expecting ...... again and again"

"Smack!"

"Again and again, again and again, again and again for miracles......"

"Bang Bang!"

"But you, just ignore me again and again, no matter what I do good or bad, in your eyes it seems that it does not exist, and it will always be the last seat. So I understood a truth......"

"Boom!"

A huge pit appeared on the battlefield, and the dust raised flew up for dozens of meters and did not disperse for a long time.

"Everything must be fought for by oneself, snatched by one's own hands, the things you like are kept for yourself, and the things you hate are completely destroyed, so that you can live happily! Hiding in the house and crying every day, praying for a miracle to come, that is just the psychological comfort of the cowardly and cowardly, the world is very cruel, everything has to rely on oneself, miracles do not exist, only strength is eternal. ”

The fuchsia holy sword held high shone again, the strength was once again accumulated, and everyone knew that this was the final blow.

"Chivalry is the way to death, people must be selfish to live better, so you hold your ideals and drown completely, there will be only one name in the future of Britain, and that is me - Mordred!"

"My magnificent betrayal of my father—"

For the first time, the audience saw the appearance of the man under the armor. In addition to the sharper eyebrows, darker eyes, and harder lines, Huofu is a copy of the Knight King.

"Sister, how can these two people look the same?"

From the perspective of genetics he had studied, only relatives would look the same, but if it was a relative, why kill Arthur?

Legend has it that Mordred was the illegitimate son of King Arthur, the son of Arthur and his sister Morgan, and Merlin prophesied that he would destroy Britain. ”

Time stood still at this moment, and Mordred, surrounded by purple flames, roared angrily and rushed towards the crumbling Knight King, and not far away, a blood-soaked figure rose from the corpse, his eyes witnessing the scene.

The wind is moving......

"Chivalry is right, selfishness is not wrong, everyone is wrong, only I am wrong!"

Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, the Knight King gently let go of the spear, opened his hands as if he wanted to hug the comer, and said softly: "If I can do it again, I will definitely not pull out the sword in the stone again......"

"No ......"

"No ......"

The screen went black suddenly, and shortly after, a picture appeared on the screen—

Mordred's sword split the ground around the Knight King without hurting her, her body was only a few centimeters away from the Knight King's embrace, and the faces of the two were almost together, and Mordred's eyes were very strange, as if they carried a thousand meanings, making it difficult to see. The spear discarded by the Knight King was now in Bedwell's hand, and the tip of the spear pierced Mordred's body...... 10