I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Arturia Alter finished all this, facing Mordred and raised her great sword with both hands.

"Is this posture to release the treasure?" Mordred's eyes were no longer surprised, this father came to kill him, even though she has no soul, but the desire to kill him is still so strong.

hateful……

"Cry, it's time for your reputation to be ruined!" Artoria Alter said coldly, and a mass of violent and boundless darkness suddenly surged out from under the pitch-black holy sword, as she chanted:

"The humble king's hammer, reverse the sun's light, devour the light—!"

【Sword of Promised Victory】

A black and red sword that could completely cover Mordred's attack range fell down in an instant, and Mordred's two swords shone with red thunder and sounded at the same time.

"I won't cry. If you don't recognize me, I'll kill you. Go to hell, Arthur—!"

【Rebellion against my beautiful father】

In an instant, the darkness that devours everything, and the hatred for the king, the red thunder collided with the darkness!

In the space of the inherent barrier, a round of roaring explosions swept across both sides.

This is the chaotic space where everything started, but the whole thing still made a rumbling sound as if it was standing on the ground.

The two attacked each other, and the impact filled the entire darkness and swallowed the entire darkness.

Scathach's face changed slightly: "Get out of the way."

"No need!" Du Lin shook his head, pressed her shoulder, and the cursor flickering in the sky struck a few characters, and an invisible defensive wall suddenly shrouded it.

The brilliance of black red and red thunder swept down and impacted on the defensive wall. A distance of one meter away, all lightning and darkness were intercepted.

"This is?" Scathach was surprised.

"It's also my inherent enchantment, surely it's not as simple as summoning a King Arthur?" Du Lin said with a smile.

"Then..." Skaha frowned slightly. Since there is such a choice, why not do it in advance?But... looking up at the two lines of mysterious text in the sky, maybe it needs to be chanted and it is not so easy to pronounce.

Looking at the field again, they could no longer see King Arthur and the rebellious knight Mordred clearly, and the field was completely swallowed by the pouring of two kinds of energy.

Obviously it's just a code person, with real heroic spirits, but it's like the reappearance of the scene of the Battle of Camlan.

Such pure magic power poured out, and after a few minutes passed, the two kinds of fluctuating energies turned into nothingness in the empty space.

In the field, only Mordred, who was lingering on his last breath and looking embarrassed, was left.

Artoria Alter's half of the dress was missing, revealing an indecent scene, but now she was covered in mimic blood, and that revealed side was not the real focus of attention.

Her body staggered and embarrassed, and took off the armor for Du Lin, but it was extremely difficult to simply bear this blow.

If it wasn't for her own good resistance to magic power, she might have evaporated in the hands of the opposite enemy at this moment.

"I won... Arthur!" Mordred stood on the ground with a sword in one hand, looking weak.

"Boring." She was still so cold.

Mordred sneered, stood up with difficulty and walked in the direction of Artoria Alter: "Then, let me give you the real way to die now, you puppet father!"

"Idiot, what's the joy in defeating a piece of code." The sound resounded behind Mordred, who was startled, but completely forgot about the existence of another one in the field.

Boom!

Before she could turn her head, she felt a flying kick on her buttocks. Mordred's body was in a lying posture, and the big sword in his hand was thrown away together. He was kicked tens of meters away and lay on the ground. It fell directly in front of the father.

Mordred stared back angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, I'll kill you right now..."

However, before she got up, a pitch-black holy sword was raised, and Mordred's pupils shrank suddenly, with a look of fear.

"Father..."

"Die!" Alteria Alter propped up her distressed body, raised her sword with both hands and pointed it at Mordred's neck.

Du Lin paused, when did she learn how to execute?

"Wait, Saber." Du Lin stopped immediately.

Artoria Alter stopped the great sword in her hand, and stared at Durin with her inorganic pupils.

"Ahhh... Although it is the best choice to use you to deal spiritual and physical blows to the Knights of the Round Table, it is better not to do this kind of son-killing thing again." Du Lin said slowly, coming closer.

Artoria Alter snorted coldly: "Don't try to curry favor with me, I am a woman who doesn't feel anything whether subordinates die or people suffer!"

Du Lin: "..."

This line is Chaldea's line setting, but it fits unexpectedly when used at this time.

Du Lin looked at her face suspiciously, and couldn't tell whether her words were pure lines, or a judgment based on an emotional mechanism based on her self-understanding of her behavior just now?

But it doesn't matter.

"Even if you say that, let's stop here." Standing in front of her, Du Lin repaired the fabric on her shoulders with his hands, and rewound the rope behind her neck.Caressing each other's face with one hand: "Thank you, Artoria..."

Arturia Alter's program was caught in a short pause. When Du Lin's hand was withdrawn, the scars burned by the red thunder all over her body had all turned into pure skin.

Turning to Mordred on the ground again, the latter was already shocked by this magician who 'blasphemed his father' and his calm attitude towards his father who was 'touched without the wrath of the king'.

How promiscuous their relationship is, and the mother queen also wears a green hat on her head?

Mordred stared at the person in front of him, and said dully, "Are you..."