Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

Chapter 39

【[Holy Spear] Rongomyniad.

In essence, it is not a weapon. It is an [anchor] specially set up by the will of the planet to maintain the existence of the surface world.

It is like a nail, nailing the surface world where humans live to the surface of the planet, thus providing the last insurance for the world.

If anyone wants to subvert the world and destroy the world, they must face the sanctions of this holy spear.

It was with the power of this holy spear that Artoria successfully killed the White Dragon King Vortigern, who had merged with the will of the British Isles and theoretically could never be defeated or killed!

And now.

Under the power of Frostmourne, the tyrant who once ruled Britain for ten years has been resurrected again.

Moreover, he appeared in front of Artoria in a more evil posture.

"I am……"

After his resurrection, Vortigern looked at his undead body, with a clear anger in his eyes.

Should we say that he is worthy of being the White Dragon King who once"united the island with his body" and almost succeeded in reversing the Age of Gods and turning Britain into a hell on earth?

After being undead, he was still able to maintain his sanity and roared angrily at Mordred standing above him.

"You are courting your own death!"

Vortigern roared angrily, twisting her body, which was now bare of flesh and blood and only had white bones left, in an effort to throw off Mordred who was standing on her back.

She couldn't stand it. She had always been high and mighty, and even when she died, she never bowed her head to anyone. She was actually being dominated by a human after her death.

And, more importantly, she could feel the disgusting blood of the Red Dragon from this human.

For her, this was a great shame!

But Mordred didn't see it that way.

"There's no momentum in what you said."

"It doesn't fit your identity at all."

Standing on the back of the White Dragon King, Mordred, who had successfully served as a dragon knight, felt the night wind whistling past his ears. He was immediately overjoyed and felt that he could go crazy:

"I still suggest you modify your lines"

"But I have a ready-made one here, if you really can't think of one, you can use it directly."

Mordred said loudly - and then, without waiting for Vortigern's consent, he recited the line that also came from"World of Warcraft", but was far more classic than the line"You are courting your own death":

"My name is Deathwing, the Destroyer of Destiny, the Terminator of All Things, unstoppable and undefeatable."A domineering voice came from behind Vortigern. The voice mixed with magic was so loud that it shook the soul fire in Vortigern's head and made him almost faint.

At the same time, in the capital of Camelot, people who also heard the voice came out of their houses. They all raised their heads and looked at the sky.

They wanted to see which bastard was going crazy and staying up late at night to disturb people's dreams.

Then, they saw a huge undead bone dragon that could cover the entire capital with the shadow created by its body.

And the classic slogan that was enough to make people's spirits collapse instantly and make the residents of the entire capital fall into great panic:

""I am the Cataclysm!!!"

Mordred almost used up all his strength to shout out this sentence.

And when he shouted this sentence out from his chest, he only had one feeling in his whole body.

That was cool!

"Yes, I am the Cataclysm."

Feeling that he was fully enlightened, Mordred repeated this sentence in a very low voice.

However, this time, he did not say it for Vortigern.

He said it for himself.

He remembered that before he traveled through time, people liked to call the players of a certain game the"Fourth Scourge".

This was because those players would use many means outside the game to achieve victory in the game. They would get pleasure at the cost of greatly destroying the balance of the game.

And now, after Mordred shouted"I am the Cataclysm", he had a new realization in his heart:

"For games, players are a disaster"

"And for this world... as a time traveler, am I not also a natural disaster?"

He is also a catastrophe.

Moreover, he is the biggest catastrophe in this world.

He who traveled to this world and did not want to succumb to his fate is destined to change this era beyond recognition.

So——

"Pray, mortals!"

Mordred, standing on Vortigern's back, commanded Vortigern to descend quickly, while loudly announcing his"evil"

"Now, the disaster has come!"

……

In the garden of the royal palace in the royal city of Camelot.

Artoria, standing in the garden, did not panic like the residents outside.

Because she believed that her knights - whether it was the seemingly unreliable Kai or the always reliable Aguiwen, they were able to rely on their prestige to maintain the order of the royal city and prevent the city from collapsing instantly due to the onslaught of fear.

On the other hand, Artoria focused most of her attention on the undead dragon that was rapidly attacking her.

She felt very strange.

After all, sometimes, size is not the only advantage. In this situation, Artoria only needs to poke the holy spear in her hand forward casually, and she will be able to poke the undead dragon 100%.

At that time, the undead dragon will naturally be destroyed by the power of the holy spear.

And Artoria didn't believe that Mordred couldn't think of this.

"so"

"Is this just... bluffing?"

With her extraordinary intuition, Artoria made a very accurate judgment.

But such a judgment was meaningless.

Because at the moment she made the judgment, Mordred's goal had been achieved.

The bone dragon flying at high speed close to the ground raised a black gust of wind, which made people unable to open their eyes.

And when the black gust of wind dissipated, the bone dragon in the sky disappeared.

And Guinevere, who was supposed to be standing in the garden, also disappeared along with the disappeared bone dragon.

"！！！"

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