Probably stimulated by the hidden meaning contained in a certain sentence, Mordred's face was now unhappy.

She is not an ordinary human, and in terms of classification, she is similar to [android]. Her life is not as long as that of humans, and she cannot have the same future and crurability as humans. Stimulated by Alexander's idea of his future self, Mordred now just wants to kick the young master in the face.

As the saying goes, impulse is the devil. When people are furious, they often don't make too correct judgments, and they will focus too much on what is in front of them, although obeying the blood to fight will make the offensive more aggressive, but at the same time, it will also bring the problem of not being able to see the hidden details of the opposite side.

Yagi Yukisai watched the battle from the sidelines, and secretly praised in his heart, worthy of Alexander.

As a king who conquers the four seas, it is not enough to have bravery.

Being able to quickly recognize the gap between oneself and the enemy's strength, and recognize this gap to think about tactics, this kind of dexterity and agility cannot be done by modern people.

Modern people are often bound by boring faces, and it is difficult to recognize that they are the first to others. I always feel that "others are lucky" and "others have a backstage" and so on, and I don't reflect on whether I am really weaker than others.

Alexander knew very well that his attributes were much weaker than Mordred's, so the only chance to win was to play a tactical strategy and expose her weaknesses as much as possible.

The armor of Mordred's limbs dissipated, and the armor that had been cast by magic was now vanished as she felt as well, revealing her slender limbs. The body is a red bib and a red petticoat, and while losing the defensive power of the armor, it will no longer be bound by the armor. The same goes for the helmet on his head, and now Mordred is in a state of pursuing attack power.

And...... Although it was not stated.

But in fact, Mordred's helmet cannot be used at the same time as his Noble Phantasm's real name Liberation. If you want to free the real name of the sword in your hand, you must take off the helmet.

Alexander also felt the temperament on her side, narrowing his eyes.

"It's really, it's exciting."

Although he is only a teenager, he is a man who will become a king in the future after all, and his chest is full of eager emotions in anticipation of the upcoming fierce fight.

Thunderbolt.

The crimson blow rolled with a spreading thunderbolt, and the surging magic spread from the blade to all sides, and in the lightning flashed, the blade rolled towards Alexander with a thousand might.

Alexander picked up his sword with one hand, held it down with his left hand, and stopped her blow with a thud.

The whole person was like a stone that had been thrown away, and the skinny boy was completely lifted out! When the blades were handed over, he felt the violent force crash all along the blades of the sword, and Alexander gritted his teeth and flew in mid-air.

"Oh, then, it's the end!"

Even Heroic Spirits can't move freely in mid-air, and Mordred knows this, and Alexander, who is thrown away, has nowhere to escape in mid-air. With the sword behind his back, his legs bent and his strength bent, the red thunder shining on the blade, and his feet jumping, Mordred was about to cut him in two pieces in mid-air with a single sword!

"Bucephalas!"

Suddenly, the voice of the young man Alexander rang out.

There is neither despair nor pain, on the contrary, it is filled with the taste of joy and excitement.

There was still blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, but there was only a smile on the boy's face.

He shouted an unfamiliar name.

Before Mordred could react, she felt a black on the top of her head, and a rich magic power condensed on the top of her head, and the next moment, Mordred felt a pain on her face, and the whole person was hit by a huge force and fell from mid-air.

With a bang, as if in a comic, the earth was knocked out of an exaggerated hole, dust burst up, and yellow smoke instantly hid Mordred's body.

Looking at the sky again, the boy riding a black military horse landed to the ground with a beautiful leap. Riding almost on his horse in a crawling position, young Alexander had a happy expression on his face.

"Let's start ravaging the hegemony."

He squinted, and his already handsome facial features combined to reveal a smile that could be called beautiful.

"This is—the sword that destroyed my father's king! Clarent-Blood-Arthur！ (Rebellion against my gorgeous father)"

In the smoke screen, Mordred's voice was a little hoarse.

The crimson magic mixed with the dark aura of calamity turned into a rich and coarse torrent of magic, like a sharp blade piercing through the smoke screen and striking in Alexander's direction.

The black horse under his command was already on guard, and his sturdy four hooves stepped up, and the black horse [Bucifaras] of the divine horse moved quickly with his master.

However, the torrent of red and black magic did not stop for a moment, turning and chasing after the past.

As a result, the dark horse Busipharaz was forced to run in a circle, dodging the almost beam cannon-like exaggerated attack that was in hot pursuit. Circling the arc, it is constantly approaching the smoke screen scattered in the center.

This is Mordred's Noble Phantasm.

As a rebellious knight, Mordred killed King Arthur.

Destroyed the once glorious Order of the Round Table.

It once destroyed Britain.

This blow is the embodiment of this legend.

Red thunder, dark calamity.

However, as a servant, Mordred cannot be without limits. Especially this kind of treasure that shoots out the torrent of magic power, as long as you delay time, you will definitely find a flaw. At the moment when the mana is depleted, there will be a gap.

When the time comes, it will be the only chance to defeat her.

Although it was the first time Alexander had fought Mordred, his own experience as an adult was always echoed in his mind, and although he didn't feel it, it did provide the right guidance for fighting.

Alexander circled around the gladiatorial arena, and Mordred's Noble Noble Beam became thinner and thinner.

It is worth mentioning that this gladiatorial arena seems to have been protected by magic, I don't know if it was Nero who did it, or someone else, Mordred's treasure beam attack on the gladiatorial arena, it was blocked by a faint light, and the power did not affect the audience on the field, thanks to this, Fujimaru Rika and others were able to watch the battle safely.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm, not only did not kill Alexander, but did not even destroy the venue, it was like useless work at all.

The red and black beams faded and faded until they faded away.

"It's now! For the other side that will eventually arrive! Initial Ravage!! ”

Alexander roared his treasure name, and poured all the magic power he had left into the body of the dark horse Busi Falas, and the dark horse of the divine horse was simply revealing a faint brilliance at this time, and his speed suddenly increased by another gear.

"Is that now? That's what Lao Tzu thinks too! ”

Suddenly, Mordred's unkind tone sounded in the smoke screen, with a ruffian like a hooligan, and her high-pitched and sharp voice pierced the smoke screen with a silver sword light! The blade of the sword stabbed at Alexander's neck!!