A tingling pain instantly sobered Artoria, who was caught in the memory. It was a brave soldier who took advantage of Artoria's surprise and raised his gun to stab Artoria.

The wound was not large, only a finger's width. But the pain pulls Artoria back from her memories to reality.

Artoria, who came to her senses, stabbed the soldier in the chest with a sword. It could be seen that her actions just now were mixed with a little annoyance. After all, the memories just now are not a beautiful thing.

Smacking her lips, Artoria looked a little wrong. Glancing strangely at Mordred, who was engrossed in fighting with the Emperor in the distance, Artoria's mood was a little complicated.

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The battle on Mordred's side was a bit of a struggle.

This is not to say that Mordred's martial arts are inferior to the Great. Mordred's strength is better than that of the Great, and his agility is much better than that of the Great.

The reason why it is difficult is because the Emperor's mount is named Mabu Sefarus.

This blue-eyed black BMW made the Emperor speed up a lot. With the great mobility of the cavalry, the Emperor has been fighting guerrilla warfare against Mordred.

Every time he slashed hard, he was narrowly avoided by the Emperor. Mordred's battle was fought in a very bitter manner.

Something is going bad.

With a slap of the horsewhip, the emperor walked away. The unwilling Mordred accelerated desperately and the distance between the emperor in front of him gradually narrowed, and the two approached.

[If we continue like this, we will be overtaken.] The Emperor sneered with his nose. As a heroic spirit who appeared in the real world with the throne of cavalry, he didn't have to look back, he could clearly feel the aura of approaching Mordred. [This guy. I have to praise me for being able to catch up with this with just my legs. But ......]

"Ahhh The Emperor roared and the corners of his mouth crooked, revealing an innate and somewhat hideous smile. "I'm sorry, I'm a cavalryman. Now I can't honestly play the game of race speed with you anymore! ”

The Emperor's legs were clamped, and his speed increased again. The gap between Mordred and him has widened again.

"You're right behind me!"

In the distance, Artoria in the legion rushed left and right in the face of the rolling tide of soldiers. If Mordred could not get out of the Emperor's entanglement in time to rush to reinforcements, Artoria would have to be consumed and killed in the encirclement.

"Damn it!" Sensing the Emperor's intentions, Mordred cursed secretly.

Mordred unleashed her magic. The sword in his hand shot out several crimson arcs of lightning, converging into a thunderbolt and rushing towards the Emperor.

The Emperor reined in and avoided Mordred's attack. Looking at the small pit around him that was blown up by the thunder and lightning, the Great Emperor smiled in surprise and said, "I didn't expect that the magic power could be released to play like this." ”

With a quick turn of the horse's head, the emperor no longer wandered. He stared intently at Mordred, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Hahaha! That's great! It can really be called the flower of the battlefield! ”

The Emperor laughed and urged his horses to approach Mordred.

"I'm here again~"

"King of Conquest, you have to be careful, you dare to fight me head-on." Mordred responded.

The two approached quickly, two swords of different lengths intertwined.