Outside the imperial capital, Arthur once led the Royal Celtic Knights on the battlefield against the West Francis Empire.

Arthur stopped on a hill on his horse, looking out at the forest in the distance and the imperial capital of Britannia.

In the past, he faced the invading army of West Francis on this battlefield, and behind him stood the people of Britannia.

But at the moment, in front of him are people from all over Britannia.

Some wore military uniforms, some dressed in civilian clothing, and held all kinds of weapons in their hands, including rolling pins, pitchforks, hoes, and sickles.

But it was such an army of uneven quality that defeated the formidable army of this huge empire.

Of course, there may also be a reason why the army's fighting spirit is not high, and all the soldiers in the army, except for officers, are basically from the bottom of society, and they can't do anything to their relatives and friends.

Britannia completed its first industrial revolution in a short period of time, but it was followed by more serious environmental pollution.

The imperial capital is particularly serious, the sky is gray, like a shroud stained with kerosene, and the surrounding mountains and forests are also foggy.

Mordred stood in front of the people, much more mature than Char had seen him for the first time, and his half-length hair was casually scattered.

He wasn't locked in time, but because the genes were there, he looked about the same age as Arthur.

He looked at Arthur on horseback in the distance.

He had never been so close to the legendary Emperor.

And as his teacher said, the years have not left any mark on his face.

But Britannia doesn't need such an immortal holy king.

Everyone has had heroic fantasies, and Mordred is not surprised.

He used to worship the emperor in front of him.

But ever since he had been taken by his teacher to see the slums, the poor people living in the narrow, dirty alleys without dignity.

When I saw the workers of those black factories with thin bodies that only had ribs left, stained with dirty kerosene, carrying goods that were several times heavier than themselves, and working like cattle, I would not have any reverence for the emperor in front of me.

His grandfather died because of the emperor in front of him, so he also had a blood feud with himself.

In order to get to the emperor, he has lost too much.

His teacher, Uther, his comrades-in-arms, his comrades, and the soldiers who were truly loyal to the country and had to become their enemies.

They were all corpses.

Blood stained the yellow sand, leading to the throne of the emperor......

He knew what he was carrying now, so he didn't hesitate......

He silently pulled out the long sword at his waist, this sword was very different from ordinary swords, the geometric blue lines on the sword body emitted a faint shimmer, and the sword grid was also extraordinarily wide and bloated, as if it was loaded with some kind of device.

"The Great of Britannia!" Mordred shouted to Arthur, who was not far away, "If you still love your people as much as you did decades ago."

If you have half a point of wisdom as the legend says.

Get off the horse right now and have a fair showdown with me!

Decide the future of this country with the fewest casualties! ”

Behind Arthur, the head of the Celtic Knights came over and stood beside him.

"Your Majesty, we don't have to follow them, just like this"

"Woda, you should have been following me for six years, right?" Arthur interrupted.

Voda's jaw.

"Then you should know what the Celtic Knights' philosophy is."

Arthur silently pulled out the legendary sword from his waist.

"The Order will not wield a blade against any of the people of Britannia."

"But they're not the people anymore, they're rebels!" Woda couldn't help but say.

"No"

Arthur watched silently at the people with angry faces.

"They are."

"If I am defeated, let the Knights lay down their arms and recognize the legitimacy of this regime."

"Your Majesty!"

"This is my order." Arthur said.

As he spoke, he rolled over and stepped on his horse's back, and in a nimble manner leaped towards the hill not far away.

Woda hadn't yet reacted to his words, but as Arthur leapt up the hill, he seemed to realize something, and his eyes gradually revealed something unbelievable.

Mordred didn't hesitate to rush over with his sword, and his physical fitness was also amazingly strong, like a cannonball galloping!

"Boom!"

As the swords clashed, a surging wave of qi spread out in all directions.

Mordred has Arthur's blood, so his strength is almost equal to that of Arthur.

They are fighting each other's forces.

Arthur also had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"You can actually kill all the way to Yu, I have to say, you do have some ability.

But "

He scoffed.

"Don't you think that a group of rabble can subvert the Yu Empire, right?"

"A rabble?"

Mordred gritted his teeth and bounced Arthur away, sending the spark bursting with it, and he looked at Arthur with an angry face.

"These are your people!

The moment your people choose to rebel against you, you have no basis for domination! ”

"It's just a purge." Arthur said disdainfully.

Anger burned from Mordred's chest, as if it was about to spew out through his throat. He sneered, suppressing his anger.

"The so-called Holy King is just a raccoon dog like those nobles!

In order to maintain your rule, the people will only abandon you as if they were told.

Arthur! Your hypocritical disguise has been torn off after all!

You won't have this chance, you dragon entrenched in the sky over this country, you will be slain by my sword! ”

The wheel on the lattice of his sword began to spin automatically, glowing blue, and he roared and rushed at Arthur once more.

This time, their blade impacts were no longer level on each other, and Tony's power sword power boost made each swing more powerful.

Arthur tried to break through the defenses with skill, but his movements were seen through by Mordred, and the sword in his hand was loaded with Tony's neuronal technology, which could assist his master in reacting.

The speed at which the two of them swung their swords was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, but the waves of qi and sword qi generated by the exchange of blades spread out in all directions, impacting the sand and stones and flying wildly.

The wave of qi even hit the rebels, and there was a little horror in their eyes, it was the most terrible battle they had ever seen in their lives.

Perhaps the salvo of naval guns cannot compare to such a scene.

Suddenly, Arthur seemed to have discovered a weakness, and stepped out with a sharp step, piercing Mordred's heart.

Time, as if standing still in this moment.

Mordred's breathing also stagnated a little, and the fear of death instantly enveloped his body.

However, the wheel on the sword in his hand also spun faster and faster at this moment, and finally reached a certain critical point.

At this moment, in Mordred's eyes, everything seemed to slow down a little.

He reacted quickly, leaning sideways to dodge the sword while swinging his backhand at the holy sword.

"Bell!!"

With the sound of heavy metal clashes, the holy sword flicked off his shoulder, and Arthur was unbalanced, his chest exposed directly in front of him.

Without hesitation, Mordred stepped out and stabbed at his chest with all his might.

A layer of demonic defense appeared on Arthur's body, and a layer of magical brilliance also appeared on Mordred's sword, unswervingly moving forward, penetrating the emperor's body little by little!

This nameless blade pierced the emperor's body!

But at this moment, the sword will no longer be nameless......

As the blood burst out, the light in Arthur's eyes gradually dimmed.

Mordred's heart was also occupied by joy.

At this moment,

Time seemed to stand still.

The people looked at the blood flowing from the chest of the legendary emperor in distraction, and an indescribable feeling surged in their hearts.

Until then, they had revered and feared Arthur, as his past fame and legend had been so widespread.

But at this moment, everyone seems to be aware of something.

The so-called supreme, holy, and invincible Holy King is actually also a human being, and he will also shed blood. Die.

Countless images flashed through the minds of many people.

It was the lights and prosperity seen when standing on the buildings of the slums, looking at the lights and prosperity of the aristocratic quarters, the leftover cakes dropped from the carriages of the nobles as they passed by, and the banter as the children of the slums snatched the half of the cake like hungry dogs.

At that time, most people only had numbness and disbelief in their minds, not thinking that there was anything about it, and even taking it for granted.

Because the nobility was too powerful, and the emperor who gave power to the nobility was so powerful that no one dared to resist.

But at this moment, something suddenly became aware of in people's minds:

Oh, so ...... We should be angry.

They remembered what they should have had, but had disappeared.

That thing is called dignity

Mordred pushed the blade inward, and the blood flowed even more, almost staining half of Arthur's chest.

Arthur took a few steps back in disbelief, supporting his figure with the blade of his sword, his spirit rapidly wilting, and a little blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Are you wondering why your Avalon scabbard isn't protecting you?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Mordred's eyes, "On my sword, there is a spell from my mentor, who will cut your connection to the scabbard. ”

"If he hadn't passed away, he would have been the wisest man in the world, and better suited than you to guide the people of this country."

He looked at Arthur and carefully studied his expression, wanting to see what the legendary emperor would look like when he came to his end.

But to his surprise, his face was extremely calm.

"You're going to die."

Mordred had a victor's smile on her face.

"Why don't you get angry and cry?"

The divine light in Arthur's eyes receded little by little, and the majesty and sacredness of the past gradually dissipated, and he was aging at an alarming rate.

This time, though, it's no longer a disguise.

His orange-red hair turned gray, his face was wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a relieved smile.

And Mordred, too, finally saw something familiar in him.

That's his mentor.

The boy's pupils contracted violently at that moment.

"No, it can't be!"

He took a step back in disbelief, gritting his teeth: "Don't play tricks on me, Emperor!" ”

His face was full of rage, but the roar that was about to blurt out turned into a trembling whimper the next moment.

"How could you be"

"Don't cry, Mordred."

Arthur spoke calmly in the voices he and Mordred could hear.

The familiar tone sounded in his ears, the name, given by his mentor, known to no one but him.

So there is no doubt that it will only be him.

Mordred's eyes turned red instantly, and his heart seemed to be twisted by an unknown force at this moment.

Vivien abandoned him to Arthur shortly after giving birth to him, and his mentor was the equivalent of his father to him without fatherly and maternal love.

Countless emotions surged in his heart, doubts, stunned and regrets, and he easily destroyed the mental defense line that he thought was already impregnable......

"Hold back your tears, I said it, men can cry, but don't let people see it."

Arthur's eyes were half-closed, and it was hard to describe the tiredness on his face.

"Don't come near me, and don't call my name.

Perform this scene well, this is the biggest reward for me. ”

Mordred choked back his tears, his fists clenched, he realized something by the moment.

"Ahem."

Arthur spat out a mouthful of blood again, staining his chest red, and his body swayed a little, but he finally stood still.

"I have fantasized countless times about whether I will end up as the emperor of this country with the holy sword in hand, or whether I will abandon the holy sword and grow old.

The former is not what I want, and there is no benefit to an absolute dictator who continues to rule the country.

And the latter.

I've seen too many of my friends get old, and they can't control their feces and urine, and they die on the bed without dignity.

That's not the ending I wanted. ”

The tiredness in his eyes grew heavier.

"It's a long life."

"Mordred Britannia, pass on the last name, child.

Take over my burden, build a truly egalitarian kingdom, and let the nobility be completely extinct from this country.

Let the people, no longer be anyone's lambs, and truly hold their chests up and live with dignity.

I will take away all the decay of this country, all of it. ”

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the blade in his chest, and slowly pulled it out, blood gushing out like a spring.

Just as he made to Char when he was a child, although he did not change the world, at least, he would change the country completely.

All his visions and expectations have been realized, and he has no regrets in this life.

He slowly closed his eyes as if he were taking a nap in the afternoon.

"I'm sleepy

Good night, Mordred."

A ray of sunlight tore through the shroud-like sky and shrouded the Holy King's body.

He held the holy sword in both hands, and even at the end of his life, he still did not fall, but stood on this hill with his head held high.

Standing on this land of Britannia.

Once upon a time, his backbone was the backbone of Britannia.

But now, the country no longer needs him to support him.

He will be buried in history with the rotten system, and as the last emperor of the empire, he will take away all the remnants of decay.

Everyone was looking at the Holy King on the hill in distraction, and unimaginably complex emotions were surging in their hearts

On the hillside on the side of the battlefield, Heilang's eyes were full of tears at the moment.

He couldn't control his emotions anymore, but the corners of his mouth trembled and slowly grinned, and he murmured with joy or sadness.

"My best friend"

"Really. Gorgeous curtain call."

(End of chapter)