Unlike the Lion King who was wearing a helmet, the Storm King's face appeared in front of Mordred with a cold look.
And, that lance——
It had pierced Mordred's abdomen.
There was blood pouring down, and Clarent had fallen to the ground, splashing blood on the ground. Mordred grabbed the lance that had pierced his abdomen with both hands, his pupils trembling, and he seemed to have regained some clarity.
"Uh...Father, father..."
Tears fell from the corners of Mordred's eyes, and together with the blood spurting from her mouth, they hit the black lance that had pierced her abdomen, dyeing the lance red, but the blood did not splash on the Storm King.
on the body.
"King..." Mashu, who had just been forced back by Mordred, looked at the scene in front of him, completely frozen in place.
"Knight...I will execute you with my own hands." There was a hint of complexity in Artoria's cold eyes, but the movements of her hands became harder.
The Storm King's lance was different from the real Lungominiad. It had a sharp thorn, which had now penetrated into Mordred's flesh, tearing at it crazily.
"Uh-ah-ah-ah-"
Mordred screamed and tried his best with both hands to pull out the Storm King's lance.
Percival and Matthew, who had come to their senses, stood together, watching this scene tremblingly.
"Why...why did this happen..."
Matthew's voice turned into gritted teeth unconsciously, and veins popped out in the hand holding the shield.
The smoke and dust have completely dissipated. Fujimaru Ritsuka is anxiously helping Bindu bandage his wounds. Arash has fully loaded the bow and arrow in his hand and keeps shooting in the air.
Camilla and Liao Ye also helped the two Hasans, quickly clearing the flying dragon knights in the air.
Although the battlefield is still very complicated, the battle situation is already very clear.
Although the Dragon Knight may be able to compete with weaker servants in terms of strength, if he really fights against the servants, he will definitely lose.
The rampaging Mordred may be very strong, but what stands in front of her are three Knights of the Round Table, one of whom is even sitting on the throne.
Matthew's eyes were shrouded in shadow, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
"Mr. Matthew..." Percival looked at Matthew worriedly.
He had long been prepared to become enemies with his colleagues. From the moment he was summoned by the Lion King and decided not to fight for the king, but for the sake of humanity, he had already been prepared with grief.
Not only him, but also Bindu and Bedivere.
As a knight, you must have awareness at this time. Without this painful awareness, the three people would not have been able to survive until now under the pursuit of the Lion King's Knights of the Round Table, like Chaldea, Anno and others.
People gather.
but......
Mathew probably just found out that the heroic spirit that gave her power was a Knight of the Round Table. It would be impossible to say that this spiritual foundation had no influence from Galahad at all.
She might even be hesitant about her true belonging. Under such circumstances, she suddenly saw such a sad scene.
"Obviously... this kind of thing shouldn't happen..."
Mashu shook his head, lowered his head, and tears fell from under his hair.
Mordred's screams were like a bolt from the blue to Matthew at this moment, causing her brain to become confused.
Percival pursed his lips and grabbed Mashu's shoulders.
Matthew turned his head blankly, looked into Percival's eyes, and bit his lip.
"Calm down... Sir Kirilet." Percival grabbed Mashu's shoulder a little harder, "You must remember why you are fighting, and you must remember who your shield should be blocking.
."
"But..." Matthew didn't know why she was sad, she just... felt extremely sad.
When I see this scene in front of me, I can't help but feel sad, and I can't help but shed tears, just like that day...
It's the same as at the entrance to the Holy City.
This is a scene that should never happen to the round table, but at this moment it actually appeared in front of several people.
Such a sight made her entire spirit base seem to be roaring.
Mordred already felt a little weak, and the reason he had lost due to his rampage also returned a little under his weakness.
ah......
Am I about to quit?
The severe pain from her abdomen had already made Mordred feel a little numb. The flow of a large amount of blood took away the sensitivity of her senses. She only felt that her flesh was moving and being torn apart.
"Ahem—well..."
He coughed up a mouthful of blood again and staggered a little, but the Storm King's spear kept thrusting forward.
Exit here?
Mordred raised his head with difficulty and looked ahead of him.
He looked at the Storm King's cold and complicated eyes.
Clarent is already out of reach, but even if you hold it in your hand now, it won't be of any use.
The injuries caused by Bindu were already heavy, so the Storm King gave her a hard blow on the opening made by Bindu.
If you go deeper... I guess you will be torn in half...
What...appearing this time...
Is this a bit too harsh for me?
I finally made up my mind, even though I knew it was wrong, I still wanted to stand by my father's side more firmly...
And what is in front of us now?
I really like to tease people...
"Woooo..."
What came out of Mordred's mouth was no longer a scream.
Just a simple whimper.
Like a wronged child.
Hearing this voice, the Storm King couldn't help but stop for a moment.
She trembled, and Mordred's whimpers were like a giant hammer hitting her chest.
The indifferent expression had disappeared from her face, replaced by surprise and a glimmer of disbelief in the corners of her eyes.
"Mordred..."
She murmured something.
Then he gritted his teeth fiercely, and the tears that had not fallen from the corners of his eyes disappeared into the air amidst the violent movements.
"Ahhhhh——"
The Storm King roared, wanting to end this painful process for both of them. The dark lance thrust forward suddenly, almost immersing itself in Mordred's body, making the distance between the two people inevitably close.
"Father...King..."
Mordred's eyes were almost lifeless, and the hands that were holding the lance were loosened.
Her weak voice reached Artoria's ears, and she raised her blood-stained hands and held her face tremblingly.
Artoria paused on the spot as if struck by lightning, and looked at Mordred.
But Mordred no longer had the strength to hold on any longer.
Arturia didn't move any more. Mordred's legs weakened and he slipped from the lance and fell to the ground. The blood was dragged out of a long trace. Mordred's body also started to
It emitted a golden light.
Artoria stopped in place blankly, her eyes not moving away from the place where Mordred had just fallen.