"Red Thunder!!" Scarlet thunder spots raged in the center of the Roman army. The main forces were moved to the front to fight, and the remaining garrison, which was mostly a slave, could hardly hinder Mordred. The banner of the eagle, which symbolized the position of the commander of the Roman Empire, had long since fallen to the side. The main camp of the Roman Imperial army was easily penetrated, and even the lieutenant general left by Stirrico was split in half by Mordred.

"My king, turn around! Look, it's Mordred Thane who is back!! Knight Kai couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and shouted loudly.

The Knights of the Round Table, who were struggling to support themselves in the fierce onslaught of the Romans, looked up. It was indeed Mordred, which could almost mean that Mordred's red thunder and lightning could not be faked.

"My king, it's really Mordred!"

"Oh my God, he actually cut down the Romans' banner!"

The knights were all amazed by Mordred's feat.

The Roman soldiers in the battle found their banners destroyed, and their morale quickly dropped. Even some young soldiers who were not strong enough had begun to quietly move backwards.

"King, the enemy's desire to fight has been lost. I think the time has come for us to counterattack! Lancelot, who had not left Artoria for a moment, spoke.

"Celtic warriors!" Artoria raised the golden sword in her hand and rode her horse. The unraveled Wind King's barrier stirs up a howling wind.

"My king!" The knights listened silently to the orders of the great King Arthur.

"The moment of the counter-offensive is just around the corner, and the knight Mordred has created this opportunity for us!" Artoria looked straight ahead, "Now that the commander of the enemy army has been killed by Mordred, the remaining soldiers no longer pose a threat to us. ”

"Drive out the Roman invaders and defend Great Britain. Victory or defeat in this battle!! With that, she and the Knights of the Round Table rushed to the Roman army.

"Rush!" With the belief of defending their homeland, the British soldiers shouted slogans and went into battle.

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"Cut, it doesn't look like the real boss of the Romans." Mordred kicked the body of the Roman lieutenant who had been split in two, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's lucky that I'm not here." ”

It didn't take much effort for two thousand knights to kill the remaining Roman garrison, which was mostly a slave garrison. Not to mention the existence of Mordred, a cold weapon killer. The pile of Roman soldiers in armor, Mordred, said that they could be charged with their eyes closed.

"Aren't you satisfied with achieving such a result?" Tristan said with relief.

"Hey, Tristan, what is this?" Mordred took the small flag that had just been pulled out of the hands of the Roman lieutenant who had just been hacked to death, put it in his hand and shook it funny: "Are the Romans so naïve?!" ”

"No, no, no, if it's an ordinary thing, this lieutenant can't hold it solemnly. I think it's something unusual. Tristan analyzed.

"Put it away, and ...... Eh, Mordred, wait a minute! ”

With a click, the little flag was snapped in half in Mordred's hand. (Since it's a bear, how can a child not be able to dismantle toys?) Mordred looked at Tristan blankly, "What did you say?" ”

"Forget it, just when I didn't say it."