A huge amount of magic suddenly erupted from Mordred's spiritual base, which was already glowing with golden light. Even the Storm King was forced to take a few steps back.
"Uh - what happened?" Percival covered his face with one hand, not quite sure what happened.
Fujimaru Ritsuka did not look back. Although the huge laceration on Bindu's waist began to be healed under the influence of Da Vinci's potion, Da Vinci was not Lawrence and could not achieve such a strong healing ability. Fujimaru was still needed.
Ritsuka manual assistance speeds up wound recovery.
At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already taken out a needle and thread from somewhere and was helping Bindu sew.
In addition to the time spent conquering the singularity, Fujimaru Ritsuka learned a lot of knowledge in Chaldea, acquired various survival techniques and means, and also tempered his body to be very strong.
This suture was actually learned so that Fujimaru Ritsuka could sew it up for herself without Lawrence, but now it was used by Bindu first.
"As long as we sew this place together again..." Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, holding the thread in her mouth, her voice trembling slightly.
But the battlefield behind her has undergone changes.
There were not many flying dragons in the sky anymore, but at this moment they all reacted in the same way.
It was a frightened struggle, roaring like a scream, and attacking crazily.
"What's going on!?" Liao Ye was startled by the crazy flying dragon and had to take shelter from the limelight for a while, screaming strangely.
"I don't know, but something is wrong." Camilla's expression also became serious.
Arash narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Mordred.
At this moment, Mordred has disappeared.
No, it shouldn't be said that it disappeared.
It should be said...that some weird changes have taken place?
That voice rang in Mordred's mind, and then, the magic power ran away.
It was not the blessing of [Rampage], but the remaining magic power in Mordred's body, which was beyond her control, and she went berserk.
The wound began to heal quickly, and the magic power began to surge violently. Mordred was forced to stand up, looking at the ground with absent-minded eyes.
"king......?"
Her voice was hoarse and she said the word as if in question.
"Mordred!" Arturia, who was forced back by the huge magic power, shouted involuntarily.
"...Huh?" Mordred heard the call and subconsciously raised his head.
but......
Can't see.
Nothing can be seen.
As if something was covering the front of his eyes, the world disappeared from Mordred's eyes.
"Well--"
Before Mordred could figure out what happened, she felt a sharp pain in her head.
White branches with white scales wrapped around Mordred's body.
Although the scales are white, on top of such pure white, there is a thick black air, full of ominous aura, starting from Mordred's body as the center, spreading to the surroundings, accompanied by crazily flashing red thunder.
, responding to the beast-like roar together.
Artoria's pupils had shrunk, Percival also became nervous, and even Mashu, who didn't know anything about it yet, felt a wave of heart palpitations.
Not because of anything else, just because——
"King! That form!" Percival roared.
Artoria didn't reply, she just stood there and looked at Mordred.
The Knights of the Round Table have naturally seen this form before.
That is--
The postures of Mordred and Lancelot who caused a riot in the Royal Court of Camelot!
"Ho ho ho—"
Mordred opened his eyes, only to find that he was floating in mid-air.
What appeared before her eyes was a huge, ferocious, and terrifying white dragon.
Standing on the giant dragon's head was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
The Lion King.
She rode the white dragon and approached Mordred.
"Father...King?" This time, Mordred hesitated slightly.
"Give me what's left, my knight."
The Lion King stretched out his hand to Mordred.
Mordred didn't know how to respond, or rather, she felt strange and painful now.
But her hand had been raised involuntarily and stretched out in the direction of the Lion King.
"Huh? Huh?" Mordred didn't have time to think, she just wanted to take her hand back, but she found that she couldn't disobey what the Lion King just said.
Her hand and the Lion King's hand were finally held together.
At that moment, Mordred disappeared.
Instead.
It's what's in front of everyone's eyes.
"Ho ho ho ho ho——"
White and dirty wings, eyes blinded by madness, this dragon-like posture, there are not many traces of Mordred. Rather than saying that this is a heroic spirit, it is better to say...
It's just a simple monster.
Compared with ordinary flying dragons, it is much smaller, but the aura and spiritual strength it exudes are not comparable to flying dragons, or even to the previous Mordred.
"Vortigern." Arturia said the name unconsciously.
Mordred's current posture gradually overlaps with the uncle in her memory who almost brought destruction to Britain.
She raised her lance, angry.
"Vortigern - The Lion King!!!"
Even the Storm King would be angry because of such a thing——
The knight who turned into a white dragon waved his wings, picked up Clarent on the ground, and closed his mouth.
The wings seemed to be tattered, as if they were rotten, but they still carried Mordred's body into the sky, and a large amount of magic power was re-condensed on Clarent.
Although it has changed into the posture of a dragon, it still seems to be the same knight. It does not use minions as weapons, but picks up a sword.
She picked up the sword given to her by Arturia.
And, he pointed the sword edge at Artoria.
call out--
Ping!!!
Percival stood in front of the absent-minded Arturia, and received Mordred's sword from the air.
"Bastard!" Percival said with sincere anger, but this anger was not directed at the Mordred in front of him.
But it is the Lion King who is sitting high on the throne in the Holy City.
"Your Majesty Kiriat, King!" Percival's holy spear flashed with light, and he said to the two people behind him.
"Defeat Mordred here!"
Artoria and Mash clenched their weapons at the same time.