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

Morgan ignored Merlin's sarcasm.

She had studied magic with Merlin for ten years, so she knew the nature of this nightmare-human hybrid very well.

"The superficial laughter, anger and scolding are all disguises, a poor imitation of the human race."

"In fact, he is a terrible magician who does not understand what emotions are.

This is a very appropriate evaluation.

Even Merlin himself cannot find any fault in this evaluation.

However, Morgan is not in the mood to argue with this flower magician who does not understand what"love" is.

"Father……"

Now, she is looking at the figure sitting on the skeleton warhorse with a fervent and expectant gaze.

At this moment, she can't help but recall herself twenty years ago. At that time, she was also standing in the back garden of the palace, looking at her father's gradually receding figure, with admiration and yearning written all over her face.

But now.

Times have changed, and things have changed.

The former king has turned into a handful of yellow soil, drifting away with the wind.

And the former princess has fallen into a witch, and wants to launch the most despicable revenge on the country that once raised her.

"If you can't get it, destroy it."

Morgan's logic is so simple.

However, deep in his heart, Morgan is actually still pursuing another answer:

"Father."

She raised her head and looked at King Uther, who was temporarily staying in this world as a ghost, and her lips moved slightly:

"If it happened again... would you choose me?"

……

This is a good question.

If King Uther could give Morgan a satisfactory answer at this time, then perhaps Morgan would give up her revenge plan.

The fate of the Kingdom of Camelot would also usher in a huge turning point.

It's just a pity that Morgan is destined to never get an answer to this question.

""Alas, although I am a little sorry for you, I still think it is better to wipe out your mind for the time being."

Mordred apologized to King Uther in his heart, but his hands did not slow down at all.

Under the power of the magic sword, all the undead who were resurrected from the shadows had a pair of red eyes.

That was the proof of losing their mind.

【Skill: Undead Frenzy】

【Skill Effect: Make your Scourge Legion go berserk, greatly increasing their attack power and speed in a short period of time.】

【Skill: Death's Vengeance】

【Skill Effect: Ignite the soul fire of the undead and launch explosive attacks on the enemy.

These two skills are hidden skills of Frostmourne, and are permission-based skills that can only be temporarily possessed when the Scourge is summoned.

After obtaining these two skills, Mordred felt that the game seemed to have changed its style.

If he was playing a role-playing game just now and engaging in close combat with Altria, then now he is probably playing a sandbox strategy game - he plays the role of a commander and needs to control his undead army to defeat the big boss named Altria in front of him.

This is a game with no chance of winning.

Altria on the battlefield is unsolvable, even when facing these undead armies that do not know what pain and fear are.

Those seemingly terrifying soul explosions cannot even cause any damage to Altria's armor - let alone shake her indestructible will.

However, from another perspective, Mordred never expected that these undead souls could bring any trouble to Altria.

From the beginning to the end, Mordred had only one idea: to use the undead souls of the warriors who had fought for the Kingdom of Camelot as bait to anger the righteous and noble Knight King in front of him.

And in the very end.

When the undead souls had been consumed by Mordred and only King Uther, who was riding on a skeleton warhorse, was left fighting alone.

Altria, whose anger had reached a limit, finally couldn't help it!

"I absolutely cannot allow you to do this!"

"At least...absolutely not!"

She looked up and looked into King Uther's scarlet eyes, feeling heartbroken.

She knew that she had made a huge mistake.

In order to protect the palace that had taken a lot of effort to build, she allowed the enemy to wantonly insult the heroes who had fought for the Kingdom of Camelot and died on the battlefield.

And now, until she had to face her father, she repented.

Now, she must stop this evil enemy in front of her to avoid making a more serious mistake.

""I'm sorry, father."

Artoria said softly, raising the holy sword in her hand slightly.

Dazzling golden light emanated from the holy sword, surrounding Artoria like starlight, rendering it sacred and inviolable.

The Sword of Oath of Victory.

As the name suggests, it is a weapon that has signed an oath with [Victory].

The owner of this holy sword can achieve the final victory no matter what kind of enemy he fights.

And for a loser like King Uther, who once fought for what he wanted to protect and finally died on the battlefield. The [hope] and [miracle] contained in this holy sword are their most ideal way home!

"EX——"

"cliber!!!"

Holy Sword [Sword of Promised Victory].

True name, liberation

……

The light was roaring.

The light was rushing.

The torrent of energy pouring out from the holy sword was like a flood that destroyed the world.���Destroying everything that can be destroyed in front of him.

The powerful Undead Knight was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this unmatched force, and disappeared in an instant.

Then, it continued to pounce in the direction of Mordred.

It can be seen. At this moment, Artoria's anger towards the assassin in front of her has indeed reached a limit.

She has never encountered such a despicable enemy-even the so-called humble king Vortigern would never use such a lowly means to fight the enemy.

In contrast, Mordred's fighting style made her think of her sister.

Artoria said that she would never forgive the woman who used despicable means to cast a shadow on her glory.

But wait a minute——

"If you think so... Could it be that this person was sent by the King?"

The sharp-eyed King saw through the truth.

In the next moment, something happened that was beyond Altria's expectation.

Facing this energy torrent that seemed to be able to destroy the world, the assassin not only did not dodge, but also rushed towards her with the long sword in his hand.

"Is he courting his own death?"

"No, that's not right!"

"He actually forcibly withstood the attack of the Sword of Promised Victory?"

Looking at Mordred's figure, Artoria suddenly realized what he wanted to do.

However, it was too late.

In a flash, the sharp magic sword had already arrived in front of Artoria. It seized the opportunity when she was briefly stiff when releasing the treasure and pierced her shoulder without any hindrance.

And this was also what Mordred had been praying for, the only chance to fight back against Artoria.

"Look, Knight King"

"This is my victory!"