It's definitely not a glamorous fight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No, judging from the scene alone, it is indeed gorgeous, the fast-wielding weapons collide violently in the air, making loud noises and little fires, and the two people who are fighting are floating with golden points of light, not only gorgeous It is not an exaggeration to say that it is wonderful.

But if you look closely, you can see where this battle was savage.

Mordred holds a sword in one hand, and the reason why she doesn't hold a sword in both hands is because after a few rounds of fighting, she finds that even if she holds a sword in both hands, she can't repel a single-handed lancer.

With the support of the Spell, her Noble Phantasm was indeed more powerful than the Holy Lance, but after losing the Charm's strength, Mordred returned to the underdog, which caused her to be able to stalemate against the one-armed Lancer, unable to break through the opponent's defenses.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with going on like this, from Mordred's point of view, her return with Lancer is already an established fact, and Mordred actually just needs to drag Lancer and wait until the two of them disappear.

She didn't want to know how rare such an opportunity was, how happy it was to fight King Arthur again, and she had to defeat her before she disappeared, so that she could prove that she was qualified to be king.

So she changed her two-handed sword to a single-handed sword, the purpose was very simple, she could attack the other party with one more hand.

In order to win, you can use your fists, the top of your head, and your teeth, as long as you can win, you can use any method.

The next collision, with Mordred being suppressed, was obviously inferior to Lancer in the competition of one-handed strength, but the moment she was suppressed made her turn sideways, the opponent's weapon was a gun, except for the head of the gun, which would cause fatal injuries to people, and it was only a little painful to hit people in other places.

So Mordred lunged forward, and Lancer swung his spear into Mordred's waist, and Mordred punched Lancer on the wound on his severed arm.

"Ahh

"Hmm!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and Lancer, who had been hit by the wound, set off a spasm, if she just let it go, she could still bear it, but Mordred could not stand such a direct attack, and the pain made her have to get down on one knee, temporarily put the holy spear down, and covered the wound with her hand.

Mordred, who was hit by the holy spear, flew a few meters away, rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, with armor as protection, this sweeping blow only knocked her away, and did not cause much damage.

Mordred got up from the ground, gave her waist a little support, and after making sure there was no problem, she looked at Lancer with a smile on her face.

"How is it, King Arthur, do you feel good?" said that, she kicked her foot and rushed again.

Facing Mordred, who rushed over, Lancer didn't care about the pain from the wound, reached out and raised the holy spear, and stabbed Modred with a shot.

Mordred, on the other hand, used the magic sword in his hand to block the tip of the spear while moving his body sideways, but the same trick could not work again the second time.

Before Mordred could throw a punch, Lancer approached and slammed his head into her helmet.

Lancer was obviously not wearing a helmet, but his head was extremely hard, even if he was facing Mordred's helmet, he didn't feel any pain at all, maybe it was because of the crown on his head?

After Mordred, Lancer began to adopt the same fighting style, and to be honest, such a fight, if it was still when they were knights, would not be used anyway, it would not be in line with the knight's reserve.

For the battle between knights, the only way to speak with swords and swordsmanship is not in line with the knight's reserve.

But now they are not knights or rebellious knights, but simply fighting as two servants, and that unnecessary reserve will only ruin their chances of victory.

Mordred shook her head, sobering herself up.

The next battle was a rather barbaric battle, without the reserve of the knights, just a simple battle for victory, and the weapons that could be used were not just the holy spear or magic sword in the hand.

Hands, shoulders, knees, heads, feet, these are all weapons of attack, and you can attack in any way you can, even if you can weaken the opponent's physical strength more, or knock off an extra piece of armor on the opponent's body, this is all paving the way for victory.

Under such a battle, none of them can help anyone.

When Mordred throws a punch, Lancer will immediately lower down and fight with his shoulder, then immediately push forward and use the armor on his shoulder to punch Mordred.

Lancer lifted his knee to hit Mordred, only to be dodged and punched in the stomach by Mordred.

On one side, the holy spear and the magic sword kept colliding, and on the other hand, they were fighting each other in various ways.

The golden light on their bodies became more and more intense, and the pace of their battle became more and more intense, and even the blood that splashed out turned into a few bits of golden light and disappeared into the air.

Even in such a chaotic way of fighting, they still did not lose the weapons in their hands, and each attack began with the weapons colliding, and then the next round of the game.

This kind of battle didn't last long, because there wasn't much time left for them, and this kind of fighting method consumed a lot of physical strength, even if they all had the ability to endure A, but they already felt like they were running out of gas.

Mordred gasped for breath, her eyelids kept dropping, she couldn't even see what was in front of her if she didn't hold it up, she was tired, and she felt a message from all over her body telling her not to continue fighting.

It's the same with Lancer, who doesn't have a helmet face that allows Mordred to see that the other is also looking tired, and it seems that both of them are in similar shape.

So invariably, they all raised their weapons in their hands.

The red lightning was wrapped around the magic sword, and Mordred's remaining magic power was no longer enough to knock this lightning out, and it was easy to dodge, so it could only be attached to the magic sword as part of the enhanced attack.

The same is true of Lancer, the holy spear in his hand glows with golden light, but the brightness is much lower than before, and it is no longer as dazzling.

Then, the two figures rushed towards each other again, the red magic sword and the golden spear leaving a path of light in the air, as beautiful as a meteor passing by.

This time both sides did not dodge, but put all their strength on the attack, and whoever disappeared first was the winner.

The golden spear pierced into Mordred's abdomen, easily piercing through the armor and strung Mordred together.

The red magic sword fell with a single sword, splitting a crack from Lancer's head to his chest.

The battle stopped at this moment, neither of them continued to move, the golden light continued to drift away, and even their wounds did not even flow blood, and directly turned into points of light.

"It's really infuriating to be in this situation again. Mordred looked down at the holy spear that penetrated his body, and said with a smile, this situation is no different from the beginning, the length of the holy spear is much longer than the magic sword, so the first to be attacked is Mordred.

"Obviously, it's different. "But at that time, the king had a helmet for protection, and after the magic sword smashed the king's helmet and mortally wounded, there was no more to follow.

Not now, the red lightning scar pierced Lancer's head and chest, and Mordred's attack was far stronger than it had been then.

This is also the reason why Mordred laughs, and the look in the eyes of the king on the other side is no longer an expression of indifference, but a feeling of not admitting defeat, because she knows that it is Mordred who has won.

After about two or three seconds, Lancer's body was completely disintegrated, and countless golden points of light scattered in a hurry, like fireflies flying from the grass at night, but it didn't look very beautiful in this daytime.

The holy spear disappeared, and Mordred sat on the ground, ignoring the magic sword in his hand, letting it fall to the side, and ignoring the wound in his abdomen, because it was useless.

"Hmph~ Hmph. Mordred seemed to hum a little song, or simply hum to express the joy in her heart, that she had finally won, and had defeated her father, though a little later, and for a somewhat different reason, but a single victory was enough to make her happy.

Mordred threw her head back and lay on the ground, her eyes barely open, but she could see something in the sky.

The fluttering white clouds and the blue sky seem to have been a long time since I have looked at this ubiquitous scene, although it is not a beautiful scenery, but seeing it will always give people a sense of reassurance.

There was a sound of footsteps, certainly not someone passing by, and the sound was approaching his side, and Mordred laughed again.

"Hey, Mordred?" Rowe's figure appeared in her eyes, and she could feel the master put his hand on his abdomen, trying to cover the wound, but how could you stop such a big wound.

And in this case, haven't you seen it, just return to Valhalla, as for showing such a sad expression?

Slowly raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.

Looking at Mordred's outstretched fist, Luo Wei understood what the other party meant, this kind of return to Valhalla, he had seen it many times, and he was naturally very clear.

"Thank you, my Master, for a chance to see you next time. ”

The clenched fist turned into a golden point of light in the next moment, as if it had been slapped by someone's invisible slap, and spread out, and this point of light rose into the air, fell into the ground, and merged into a part of this world.