Tomorrow's Ark Full of Heroic Spirits

However, Lancelot, who is a father, has no other choice. His daughter is determined to beat him as a father. What can he do?What's more, the Master also acquiesced to Mash's behavior.

With this thought in mind, Lancelot suddenly fell from the high platform with the mentality of "the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone", raised his sword, and faced Mash.

"—No matter what the outcome is, the honor belongs to my king!" Lancelot said with an expression no better than crying, and he didn't even expect to win.

I just hope that Matthew can be more lenient. As a father, he still needs to have some dignity.

Chapter 160: Lancelot: Raise a son to guard against old age, raise a daughter to survive the old mist

The fighting in other areas did not affect the battle situation on the other side. At this moment, unlike other areas that had already started fighting, Bedivere and Nightmare Knight's side was unexpectedly calm.

Nightmare Knight has also read "Legend of King Arthur", and he has an impression of every described knight in the Knights of the Round Table - therefore, he despises Bedivere very much.

Although there is no contempt for Bedivere in "Legend of King Arthur", Bedivere's space is indeed very small.Although he described him as a one-armed general who is still brave and good at fighting, holding a spear and riding a horse to fight, but compared to other knights in the present world, Bedivere is indeed the least meritorious.

"You are the one with the least merit among the knights of the round table. Apart from returning King Arthur's sword of the king, what achievements do you have that can be called a heroic spirit?"

"Hehe...you are right." However, Bedivere nodded with a smile, but did not deny that he was not qualified to be the taunt of the heroic spirit.

"But even a weak knight like me will fight for my king's victory."

"I've heard Lord Mordred talk about you, last coward, at this moment, I must ask you again—where is your Khan?"

Bedivere knew very well why Artoria chose him to play against so many strong knights of the round table.There is of course a deep meaning in this.

Arturia could see the confusion and puzzlement of the Nightmare Knight, as well as the jealousy towards the Knights of the Round Table.That's why she let Bedivere fight to relieve the resentment in the Nightmare Knight's heart.

And when Bedivere asked this question again, the Nightmare Knight finally couldn't bear his emotions, and his pupils once again looked at Artoria on the high place.

King Arthur, right there—these Knights of the Round Table know exactly who they owe their allegiance to.

What about him?Where is Khan?Where is the Khan to whom he owes allegiance?

"Khan! Khan!!"

At this moment, Nightmare Knight was roaring like crazy, and his Originium skill was out of control, and he rushed towards the audience.

"Mordred—she's going to be her own Arthur!"

"Then! I am my own Khan!"

At this moment, Nightmare Knight suddenly woke up, and countless nightmares gathered around him!

And at this moment, the smile on Bedivere's face was also slowly put away, looking at the coercion released by the Nightmare Knight, he said softly:

"It seems that you have awakened from your confusion, warrior of the grassland."

"If it's my character, our duel should end here, but I have sworn to dedicate the victory to my king, so I want to defeat you here."

Saying so, Bedivere's other silver arm emitted a golden light.

"Then, let you witness the [Noble Phantasm] of my frail knight."

"[Noble Phantasm], Bedivere's?"

However, after hearing Bedivere's whisper, the whole audience showed blank expressions. They were not familiar with the word "treasure Phantasm". The Heroic Spirit who released the Noble Phantasm.

I saw Bedivere's silver arm shining more and more brightly, illuminating his handsome face extremely brightly - and as his pupils opened suddenly, the treasure had also been condensed!

"This is the treasure condensed by the holy sword that has not yet been returned... Let me be a mere knight with a real body that can rival the power of a heroic spirit."

"[Grip its sword, silver arm] (Switch on Agateram)!"

Almost instantly, before everyone could react, the flashing silver arm emitted a burst of strong light!Everyone felt like a golden meteor flashed in front of them, and everything was over.

In front of everyone, at some point, all the "nightmare" of Nightmare Knight disappeared, leaving him standing alone, clutching his wound, and knelt down on the ground.

"Knights of the Round Table... well-deserved reputation."

"But... this is just my defeat, not cowardly defeat."

Nightmare Knight wasn't seriously injured, and it seemed that Bedivere kept a lot of hands.He slowly supported his body, took a deep look at Bedivere in front of him, and said lightly:

"I will continue my pilgrimage, and when I finish all this, I will come back and challenge you, Knights of the Round Table."

"...And you, Bedivere, although you are the enemy of our clan's feud...but I have to say, thank you."

The Nightmare Knight put away his weapon, and after performing an ancient and heroic prairie etiquette to Bedivere, he left without any hesitation.

Bedivere, with his bravery and loyalty, let the Nightmare Knight witness his story the moment he released the Noble Phantasm.Thus conquered his heart.

At that moment, Nightmare Knight saw many illusions, which were Bedivere's experience, as well as his loyalty and firmness.

Nightmare Knight understands that if his will is inferior to the weakest Knight of the Round Table, then he is not qualified to challenge the Knight of the Round Table. His pilgrimage still has a long way to go.

"—It seems that our knight has once again conquered the opponent's will."

And Arturia certainly knew what happened at that moment, and she muttered to herself with a soft and proud expression in her eyes: "I really didn't misread you...Mr. Bedivere."

"Then... other places should also decide the winner..." Arturia looked at other places, and at this time, Gawain and Tristan had also ended their battles.

"clang!"

The Black Knight and the Blood Knight were sent flying almost at the same time, and the two struggled to get up from the ground. In front of them, Tristan and Gawain also slowly stood together.

"—That's all for now, two warriors."

And Gao Wen immediately put away his sword blade, and said to the two of them with a sunny smile: "Your bravery has been transmitted to our hearts through your weapons. Tristan and I both I am proud that there are knights like you in this era!"

"Mr. Tristan and I will sponsor the two of you in front of my king. I believe you will be able to bear the title of Knights of the Round Table!"

However, Gawain's words made the Blood Knight and Black Knight not expect it. They thought that only those who could shake the heroic spirit were qualified to become Knights of the Round Table—just like Knight Yao, she also injured Mordred before she could become a Knight of the Round Table. Qualified to become a knight of the round table.

And the two of them were crushed against Gawain and Tristan. At the moment when the sun was shining brightly, Gawain's strength was at its strongest, and the Blood Knight had nothing to do about it.

And the black knight felt even more aggrieved, Tristan gently plucked the strings, which made it difficult for the black knight to parry, and she couldn't even get close, let alone defeat Tristan.

Both of them thought that they had no chance, but Gao Wen said that they could still become Knights of the Round Table... This surprised the two who were about to leave in despair.

"—With a mortal body, challenging the heroic spirit requires extraordinary courage and strength."

At this moment, Artoria also stood up slowly, and said to them: "You know the status of the heroic spirits of the Knights of the Round Table, but you still take the initiative to challenge them. Your courage and perseverance are worthy of recognition."

"Dikaiopolis, Mace. Your faith has been conveyed, and I recognize you as king—to become the new Knights of the Round Table."

"—Thank you my king!" X2

The two of them were overjoyed by Arturia's words, and they immediately knelt down on one knee and swore their loyalty.

Seeing that the Black Knight and the Blood Knight were also recognized, there was a burst of applause from the audience—especially the infected people, seeing that the Blood Knight, who is also an infected person, was recognized, they were the happiest people .

King Arthur recognized the knight who was an infected person, and recognized the infected person-this has never been a king who has made such a decision in the continent of Terra.

For a moment, the infected people in Casimir cheered happily, but the ambassadors from other countries turned serious, not knowing what they were thinking.

On the other hand, watching the excited applause of the audience, Lancelot, the chief knight of the round table, seemed to be forgotten.

Who will save me!Lancelot really wanted to roar like that, but there was no way.

"Concentrate! Sir Lancelot!"

Matthew gave another merciless blow, forcibly calling back Lancelot's spirit, and reprimanded Lancelot: "The knight will not show mercy just because the enemy is in a daze! But I don't want to either!" Sneak attack on you stupid!"

"Matthew... Is there anything we can't talk about in private? Why do we have to go to war..." Lancelot also couldn't tell, looking at Matthew in front of him, he said with a toothache:

"Is this the Master's order or your own decision? If it is the Master, then your goal has been achieved..."

"—It is indeed the opinion of the seniors! But it is my determination to beat up Mr. Lancelot!" Matthew replied without hesitation: "Please accept it! This is engraved on this spiritual base. Dissatisfaction and anger on the Internet! Dad!"

"Woo—?!" Hearing this address, Lancelot's heart throbbed unconsciously, and a strange smile of pain and relief appeared on his face.

Facing Mash's oncoming large shield, Lancelot seemed to have figured out something in his heart at this moment...

——If he was beaten up because of this "Dad"...all this might not be so bad.

Thinking of this, Lancelot closed his eyes silently, with a serene and happy smile on his face, welcoming the blow of "caring" from his daughter.

"boom--!!"

The next moment, all I saw was that Lancelot's entire body was blown away and ruthlessly smashed into the ground.

And Artoria, who witnessed all this from above, also showed a helpless smile, and after a long time, she muttered to herself:

"I'm sorry...Mr. Lancelot, but even the king can't do anything about this kind of thing..."

Chapter 161: The Final Challenge, Mordred VS Artoria

Regarding the change of the position of the chief of the Knights of the Round Table, Matthew was not interested in it. She just took advantage of this opportunity to beat up Lancelot.And she also knew very well that if Lancelot really regarded her as an enemy rather than his own child, she could not be Lancelot's opponent.

Therefore, after beating up Lancelot, both the task assigned by Emiya and his own feelings have been resolved, and Mash has also returned to the appearance of the understanding school girl she used to be, and silently retreated to the aside.

And when Matthew looked at the Blood Knight and Black Knight who were leaving for a rest at this moment, he smiled and said to the subtle eyes of the two: "Hello, two new Knights of the Round Table."

"Ah... um... hello."

After witnessing Matthew's act of rubbing Lancelot, the chief knight of the round table, on the ground, the blood knight and the black knight were also a little apprehensive at Matthew's seemingly gentle smile.

I'm afraid that in the hearts of the two of them at this moment, Matthew is probably a more terrifying existence than Lancelot...

On the other side at this moment, Mordred, who had been waiting all this time, finally made up her mind at this moment, and she silently recovered from the posture leaning against the wall.

"Mordred, can I ask you a question?" At this moment, what Maria said to her last night appeared in Mordred's mind.

"what?"

"Mordred...do you hate your father?"

At that time, Maria asked Mordred a little uneasy: "I also participated in the Holy Grail War, and I summoned... um... the white father you mentioned."

"Your white father and I get along very well. I think she is a very good person. She doesn't recognize you... there must be some difficulties?"

"—you think I don't know?"

However, Mordred said so at the time, under the light, half of Mordred's face was in the dark, and the other half was in the light, which seemed extremely contradictory but different from the usual seriousness.

"I'm afraid you don't know, but I have already known the difficulties of the father. I have met the white father, the big father, and the black father... I have known the father's heart for a long time. Li recognized me, but there were still many things in the environment at that time..."

"Then... Why are you still so persistent about Mordred?" Maria heard that Mordred was more thorough than she imagined, and she couldn't help asking in doubt: "The current King Arthur should think the same way. right? Why do you still..."

"It's not the same!" Mordred shook his head decisively at the time and said, "The blue father—it's not the same!"

"No matter how many fathers they are, I have seen them, the ones with guns, the ones who grew up, the black ones, or all kinds of them-they are all my fathers! But the blue father is different!"

"She is the closest to the father I know! It's not the father who has adjusted the spirit base, nor is it relieved after going through a lot! She is the only Arthur in my heart!"

"I have been pursuing her approval all my life, and only she approves me! I am truly successful."

This kind of recognition is not something that other fathers who say in a few words that they are relieved can give Mordred. Mordred must use his own strength to fight for this recognition by himself.

Mordred must pursue this process, and rebellion is her only way.

She wants to break King Arthur's "mask" with her own hands. Only in this way, Mordred will not have any regrets.

……

Mordred had already stepped onto the arena, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was already standing here.She looked up at Artoria who was also slowly getting up at this moment, with a determined look in her pupils.

"—Arthur!"

"Are you ready?! The rebellious knight Mordred! She is about to launch her second rebellious challenge!"

"..." Arturia looked down at Mordred below, with no sadness or joy in her eyes, only a little struggle, and finally decided to go forward.

"My king?"

"...Stand back, Knights of the Round Table."

But at this moment, Artoria felt that the knights of the round table who were kneeling behind her at this moment, after some careful consideration, said lightly:

"It's something I have to face myself."

"...Yes, my king."

In the end, the Knights of the Round Table did not stop Artoria.And after Artoria nodded lightly, she finally jumped down from a high place in full view of everyone.

But at this moment, Arturia also remembered the conversation with Emiya at that time...

"The duel with Mordred...Archer, do you really think so?"

At that time, Arturia had also heard about Emiya's arrangement. When she heard that Emiya did not stand by her side, but wanted her to have a one-on-one with Mordred, Artoria was very disturbed. asked:

"Mordred and I are at the last moment. I'm afraid we have to return to the Hall of Valor to solve the problem. Archer, I don't think this is a good idea."

"—So, why don't you speak up in the duel? Saber."

However, at that time, Emiya said to Arturia with a subtle smile: "It's not that shameful, tell Mordred something to say, don't you say that you are no longer the king of this era?" Is it? So what can't be said about the past?"

"But..." Artoria said with embarrassment, "I'm afraid I can't control myself..."