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Chapter 143 King Vs King (Subscribe)
However, Lancelot and Gawain didn't really want Chen Ming to save them. After all, they were knights who had experienced many battles. As long as they were not besieged by Mordred's Knights of the Round Table, it would be very difficult for them to perish.

On the contrary, Chen Ming was stopped by a man riding a tall horse.

"Mordred!"

There were not many people standing around Mordred this time, so she was silent for a moment, and then the word father echoed in her visor.

Clang!
Mordred inserted the knight spear in his hand into the ground, and pulled out a long silver sword brighter than the moonlight from his side.Looking at it suddenly, it is somewhat similar to the sword of his vowed victory, but it is not the same.

Proof of the King - Clarent!
"This is the end of your country, Father!"

After she finished speaking, Clarent's original shining silver light, like blood stained with red and black, also twisted ugly.

The king's sword turned into a calamity sword with hatred as its magic power, and red lightning flashed around it.

Chen Ming felt the aura of the person opposite him like a turbulent wave, licked the corner of his mouth, and became excited.

"This is the strongest person I've ever met. Even the boss Ye Xiao, I'm afraid he can't move at all in front of him. Being able to fight against such a person without threatening his life is already a great harvest. "

Artoria: "Chen Ming? I have a request, maybe a bit reckless, but please return your body to me so that I can put an end to this war. This is my last contribution to the country gone."

Although Chen Ming regretted missing a chance to fight a life-and-death master with a master of martial arts, he still understood her feelings, and judging from her words, the completion of his mission was nothing more than a matter of course.

Arturia's consciousness returned to her body, she jumped off Leon, and then let him leave the battlefield quickly.

Leon whined reluctantly, glanced at her with nostalgia, and then turned and left.

Mordred also let his horse go.

The two stood opposite each other.

Before Chen Ming could react, sparks suddenly flew between the two of them, and then the sound of clanging long swords rang out.

The speed of the two was very fast. If Chen Ming was not in Artoria's body, he would definitely not be able to keep up with the speed of the two of them.

Long sword against long sword.

Both of them held the hilts of their swords with both hands, and they used the same posture. The two swords collided together, rubbing against each other, making teeth-stinging metal clashing sounds.

On one side is a neutral and delicate face, on the other side is a cold visor.

The blue and white battle skirt and white armor became the most brilliant colors on this gray battlefield.

"Why! Why don't you pass the throne to me!"

Mordred pressed her hand hard against Artoria.

The magic sword was pushed away, and the two separated each other for a certain distance.

"Still just as arrogantly refusing to look me in the eye!"

Mordred was a little crazy, but his tone was so calm and cold.

A few strands of golden hair of Artoria were cut off with a sword, and she was also kicked away.

"Ah!!! Why! Why! Do you hate me so much? Just because I am the son of a witch, do you hate me so much, father!!!"

Facing the violent blows, Artoria didn't dare to be careless, and put the long sword horizontally in front of her body, blocking every sword.

But at the final blow, the magic sword in Mordred's hand suddenly emitted a red lightning, hitting her wrist.

And this red lightning came just at the time of Mordred's last sword.

Clang!
The sword vowed to win unexpectedly came out of his hand and fell aside in a circle.

However, Mordred also consumed a lot of energy, so he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to attack.

"Oops! How can we fight without the sword?"

Chen Ming was a little worried about her.

"It doesn't matter, I am the King of Knights after all! Come out, Holy Spear Lungominiad!"

A knight's spear suddenly appeared in her right hand, with a conical head that was four to five meters long, with a thick upper tip and a thicker bottom. There was an outwardly enlarging protector at the bottom, and the inner part was a knight's spear.

"Mordred, I have never hated you. Even if you made my country what it is now, I have never hated you."

"Then why don't you pass the throne to me! Answer me, Arthur!"

Mordred raised the long sword in his hand, but he couldn't swing it any longer.

He looked in shock at the gun that pierced his waist and abdomen, and the helmet was also split in two by the blow, revealing a green face.

"Ah, this..."

Chen Ming looked at the face in front of him that was almost exactly the same as the girl's. Although he already knew that she was a clone of the girl, he was still surprised.

However, upon closer inspection, there are still many subtle differences between the two.

Compared with the 15-year-old girl who pulled out the sword in the stone, her eyelashes are longer and she looks a little older.The same lake green eyes, but Mordred's eyes are more rebellious and tyrannical.The girl's is perseverance, indifference, and the sadness hidden in her eyes.

The most important point is that Mordred does not have stupid hair... I wonder if this is the reason why the girl did not pass the throne to her.

Cough cough cough...

Mordred spat out a mouthful of blood, his face flashed violently, he grabbed the spear with his left hand, and slashed at Artoria's head with his right hand.

The girl withdrew the gun reluctantly, but her right forehead was still cut by the sword, and the blood flowed out from the wound as if for nothing, so she had to close her right eye tightly.

"There is only one reason, you are not the king!"

"You are talking nonsense, obviously, I have the same commanding ability as you, the same powerful force as you, and the same astute wisdom as you, how could I not be the king. If I was there on the day of the king's election, then I will definitely be able to pull out the sword in the stone!"

After talking so many words in a row, she couldn't help spitting out blood.

The girl didn't speak, just shook her head.

"Hahaha~"

Mordred laughed maniacally, endured the severe pain, and raised the magic sword in his hand again.

"Rebel against Duanli's my father!"

The two bombarded each other again, and the ground began to crack with them as the center. The surrounding soil slopes shook off, and the collision of this blow could be felt on the entire battlefield.

Then both of them moved.

However, the two did not collide in the same position this time.

The stabbing spear pierced Mordred's chest, and his final patricide sword struck Artoria's skull.

The blood of the two flowed to the ground and flowed towards the surroundings.

Mordred fell on Artoria's shoulders.

"Why didn't the sword strike down?"

"Ahem... Anyway, your skull is broken, so let's make you look better when you die. After all——you are the King of Knights, and you are also my father..."

"If I could, I would rather I never pulled out the sword in the stone. What is a country? The country is just a burden as a king. Defending the country is the responsibility of a king, but I am powerless. Inheriting the throne means Endless disasters, but you lack the most critical education to be a king. Forgive my selfishness, child."

Artoria wrapped her arms around Mordred, her expression calm.

"Oh, I also woke up at the last moment. What I hate is only the king, not my father. It was that country and that era that made you, father, bear everything, and imposed everything on you. The title of 'King'."

"So, please forgive me...my—father."

Mordred's proud head drooped, and his body gradually lost its temperature.

"Chen Ming, tell me, would it be better if I had chosen the scabbard [Avalon]?"

"Kings!"

Arturia opened her eyes: "So it's you, Bedivere. This time, I will—sleep longer—"

The peaceful girl smiled and muttered to herself...

(End of this chapter)