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

Frostmourne.

A magic sword with an ominous power.

Facing the coldness that seems to be able to freeze the soul, and the curse that may take effect at any time, even Altria has to be careful.

This is also the main reason why Altria has not been able to defeat Mordred.

This troublesome magic sword, coupled with Mordred's instincts that are sharper than those of wild beasts - Mordred in battle is like a hedgehog, making it impossible for Altria to bite him.

But then again.

If it were only to this extent, Frostmourne would not be qualified to be called a [Magic Sword].

After all, [Freezing] and [Curse] are disgusting, but they are far from violating taboos. What really qualifies this weapon as a [Magic Sword] is its special ability.

【Special Skill: Scourge of the Undead】

【Skill Effect: After the skill is activated, an army of undead will be created from the current environment for the master of the magic sword to command.

This is a skill with a rather vague description. Before this, Mordred couldn't even understand what [creating an army of undead from the current environment] meant.

He had never tried to use this skill.

After all, his strength was strong enough, and even if he didn't use weapons to fight the beasts in the forest, he was confident that he could win.

But now, facing an enemy as powerful as Altria who was beyond common sense, Mordred could no longer be as arrogant as before.

"We must go all out"

"Otherwise, he couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes."

Realizing that there was indeed an insurmountable gap between the two sides, Mordred directly revealed his last trump card. An ominous black aura bloomed from the magic sword.

Then, in the eyes of Mordred's astonishment and Altria's anger, the black aura emanating from the magic sword actually condensed into one figure after another.

These figures were wearing armor and holding weapons. They looked like a well-trained army.

In front of this army, there was a general-like character riding on a skeleton horse burning with black flames, looking at Altria in front of him with a very gratified look.

"Really? Have you succeeded?"

A hoarse voice came out of the mouth of the Undead Knight, which directly shocked Altria's body.

At this moment, no one explained to her.

But she didn't need any explanation.

Because the face in front of her, which seemed to be carved from the same mold as hers, had already explained everything.

"You guy——"

Artoria, holding the holy sword, stared at Mordred, who was covered in armor, with an angry look. Her voice was faintly trembling.

It was the trembling caused by extreme anger:

"How dare you desecrate the souls of the dead!!!"

Yes.

No doubt.

The undead knight in front of him was Altria's father,

Uther Pendragon.

And at this moment, Mordred finally understood what the phrase [create an undead army from the current environment] meant.

"Is that so?"

Through the Frostmourne in his hand, Mordred has clearly sensed what these undead souls experienced in their lifetime.

"The battle between the two dragons, the defeat and the death of the country, the death of the soul……"

This is the history of this city.

It was a sad history before Artoria defeated Vortigern.

And now, through the power of this magic sword, Mordred successfully summoned the souls of the warriors who had died tragically in this city.

However, it is funny to say that after knowing the true identity of this undead knight, Mordred had no other extra thoughts in his mind.

He just wanted to know whether King Uther would break the legs of his two daughters after knowing the truth.

"It seems that the Germans today are not very good at healing bones?"

Mordred thought so, and blocked Altria's angry attack.

"Why is it so excited, King of the Cavaliers."

Looking at the angry face in front of him, Modraid laughed softly.

Seriously, in Modraid, it was not a big deal to summon King User's undead.

When I am a son

, why do I do n’t beat you?

"I'll let you have a taste of being beaten by your own father."

Mordred muttered silently in his heart, gradually feeling a sense of happiness.

However, on the surface, he could not directly show this pride:

"If the weapon in your hand is the sad but noble dream of all the soldiers who have died on the battlefield in the past and future, and the miracle holy sword forged with a will worth boasting and a faith that must be carried out,"

"Then, the weapon in my hand is the Holy Sword of the Dead, which was created by the souls of the defeated at the moment of their death, gathering all their anger and unwillingness."

"And I, holding this holy sword, am the king of the undead!"

Facing Altria who didn't know the truth, Mordred directly started to brag with his eyes closed - Altria didn't know World of Warcraft anyway, and it was impossible for her to go to Azeroth to verify the authenticity.

But, for some reason, when Mordred said the words"holy sword of the dead", he suddenly shuddered.

It felt as if something dangerous had locked onto him from the darkness.

At the same time, in the distance of the battlefield.

After the initial surprise, Merlin, who had regained his composure, suddenly laughed:

"Hahahaha, the holy sword of the dead, the king of the undead"

"This kid... is really bold."

Merlin sighed, his face full of admiration for Mordred.

Although he clearly knew that Mordred's behavior was just due to his ignorance.

But this still did not prevent him from giving Mordred a big"thumbs-up" for his daring behavior."

"In this land still ruled by Celts and still circulated with the legend of Ulster, he said that he was the king of the dead."

If nothing else, just in terms of this courage, he might be the best in history, right?

I just hope that when facing the real [Queen of the Underworld], he can still maintain this indomitable courage.

At least, he can die a little more decently.

"Princess, there is no hope."

"Get ready to collect his body."

PS: Thanks to [Phantom Night】、【Oriental Magic Handsome】、【Xiaodoudou, yo]’s reward support.