I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

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

Arthur rode his war horse and stopped on a hill, looking at the distant forest and the royal capital of Britannia.

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

But at this moment, in front of him were people from all over Britannia.

Some were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing civilian clothes, and some were holding various weapons, including rolling pins, pitchforks, hoes and sickles.

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

Of course, there may also be a reason for the low fighting spirit of the army. All soldiers in the army, except for officers, basically come from the bottom of society, and they cannot attack their relatives and friends.

Britannia followed Beichen in completing the first industrial revolution in a short period of time, but with it came more serious environmental pollution.

The situation was particularly serious in the imperial capital. The sky was gray, like a shroud stained with kerosene, and the surrounding mountains and forests were also shrouded in mist.

Mordred stood in front of those people. Compared to the first time Char saw him, he was much more mature, with his half-long hair hanging casually.

He is not locked in age, but because the genes are there, he looks 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.

Just as his teacher said, time has not left any traces on his face.

But Britannia does not need such an eternal holy king.

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

He once worshiped the great emperor in front of him.

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

I have seen the workers in those black factories, their bodies reduced to ribs, covered in dirty kerosene, carrying goods several times heavier than themselves, working like animals, and they will not look at what is before them. There is no more awe in this emperor.

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

In order to reach this great emperor, he had already lost too much.

His teacher Uther, his comrades, comrades, and those soldiers who were truly loyal to this country but had no choice but to become their enemies.

They all became corpses.

The blood dyed the yellow sand, leading to the emperor's throne...

He knows what he is carrying now, so he will not hesitate...

He silently pulled out the long sword from his waist. This sword was very different from ordinary swords. The geometric blue lines on the sword exuded a faint shimmer. The sword grid was also exceptionally wide and bloated, and seemed to be loaded with something. kind of device.

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

If you are half as wise as the legend.

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

Decide the future of this country with the least casualties! "

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

"Your Majesty, we don't have to obey them, just this group"

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

Woda nodded.

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

Arthur silently pulled out the legendary holy sword from his waist.

"The Order will not wield its sword against any of the people of Britannia."

"But they are no longer the people, they are rebels!" Warda couldn't help but said.

"No"

Arthur quietly stared at the people with angry faces.

"they are."

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

"His Majesty!"

"This is my order," Arthur said.

As he spoke, he turned over and stepped on the horse, leaping to the hill not far away with a flexible posture.

Warda had not yet reacted to his words, but as Arthur jumped toward the hill, he seemed to realize something, and his eyes gradually showed a little disbelief.

Mordred rushed over with his sword without any hesitation. His physical fitness was also astonishing, and he was like a cannonball speeding towards him!

"Qiang!"

As the swords clashed, the turbulent air waves spread to the surroundings.

Mordred has Arthur's bloodline, so his power is almost equal to Arthur's.

They are fighting each other's strength.

Arthur also had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"You were able to fight all the way to Yu. I have to say that you do have some abilities.

but"

he scoffed.

"You don't think that a group of rabble-rousers can overthrow Yu's empire, do you?"

"mob?"

Mordred gritted his teeth and pushed Arthur away. Sparks shot out and he looked at Arthur with an angry look on his face.

"These are your people!

The moment your people choose to resist you, you no longer have a basis for rule! "

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

Anger burned in Mordred's chest, as if it was about to burst out of his throat. He sarcastically suppressed his anger.

"The so-called Holy King is just the same as those nobles!

In order to maintain your rule, the people are nothing more than abandoned shoes to you.

Arthur! Your hypocritical disguise has finally been torn off!

You will never have this chance. You, the evil dragon that is entrenched in the sky over this country, will eventually be slain by my sword! "

The wheel on the grid of his sword began to rotate automatically, glowing with blue light, and he roared and rushed towards Arthur again.

This time, their blade strikes were no longer level with each other, and the strength bonus from Tony's power sword made each of his swings more powerful.

Arthur wanted to use skills to break through the defense, but his movements were seen through by Mordred. The sword in his hand was loaded with Tony's neuron technology, which could assist the master in reacting.

The two men swung their swords at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, but the air waves and sword energy generated by the sword blades clashed spread out in all directions, impacting the sand and rocks flying around.

The air wave even hit the group of rebels, with a bit of horror in their eyes. It was the most terrifying battle they had ever seen in their lives.

Perhaps even a salvo of naval guns cannot compare to this scene.

Suddenly, Arthur seemed to have discovered a weakness, and took a fierce step forward, stabbing Mordred straight into the heart.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.