He is also an evil and ugly monster, and is the experimental subject Arnold No. 1.
"Huh... this must be the first time I actively want to be like this."
"Although it is power, it is an ominous power, Noerla knows it." Arnold's eyes were closed tightly, but there was something other than childish in his tone.
"Everyone has encouraged me, everyone has encouraged me."
"Even if my own blood reminds me of hatred, I know very well that it is just unnecessary anger."
"...Even if you are sad, you should turn your sadness into motivation and keep moving forward. This is what everyone does."
"No one is exceptional."
Nora said so.
"Everyone is carrying a heavy load and moving forward."
Nora closed her eyes and saw the scenery that only he could see.
In front of him, someone was walking, walking firmly and without hesitation.
A knight in white armor, an artist in a gorgeous dress, a warrior with two swords on his waist, a tall and bold hero, a general leading a white horse, and a young man with yellow hair.
Only six figures, either broad or not, were left, which seemed to be drifting away in front of Noerla's eyes.
"Some of us are strong, and some are not."
"Noelle..."
"We absolutely cannot stay here."
"You may not be able to get rid of the fears of the past, but everyone has to endure all kinds of things and still have to move forward. Nora... I like everyone, but I don't want to lose to everyone."
"The reason why we came to this singularity is because Nora wants to be like other differentiated individuals."
"Even if she failed to move forward during her lifetime, even if Noerla was just a disgusting monster in her lifetime, Noerla still wants to prove herself."
"absolute--"
"Won't lose to anyone!"
Shell within shell – replacement!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
The cute outer shell began to be recycled, and the terrifying and ferocious inner shell once again appeared in this city as reality.
Just like in 1795, but this time the appearance of the monster no longer simply wants to destroy the city and take revenge on the world that gave birth to it, but mixes reason with chaos and adds madness.
achieved the goal.
But to destroy the enemy who covets human rights.
However, it may cause some damage by the way, so it shouldn’t be a big problem...
boom--
boom--
boom--!!!
Arnold No. 1's giant claws made of rocks and magic slapped on the ground, and fine cracks appeared throughout the entire block with Arnold No. 1 as the center.
When Nursery Rhyme heard the roar and the sound of the ground being destroyed, she consciously moved closer to Lawrence.
"Huh?" Nikola Tesla suddenly felt something was wrong.
Several of the opponent's breaths disappeared. One of them should have gone to deal with Babbage, and the other two...
Suddenly, he felt the hairs on his back suddenly rise and rolled on the spot.
Bang——!
Mordred's sword Clarent struck the ground, causing rubble to rise. Tesla narrowly avoided Mordred's slashes.
"You look like a knight in your attire. Could it be that knights can also sneak attacks?" Tesla felt a little angry. Although he really wanted to be sent back to the Throne of Heroes as soon as possible, this did not stop him from wanting to be treated more decently.
sent back.
"One of our fellow Knights of the Round Table happens to be an expert in this field, but he still became a member of the Knights of the Round Table." Mordred raised Clarence with a smile on his lips, "In a formal duel
, this kind of behavior is called bad, but if it is to save the world, what is the use of caring so much."
"Don't think of people of our time as too rigid."
Tesla was startled, then laughed: "Hahaha, you're right."
"Mr. Manlio, please go back first. Your frontal combat effectiveness is very weak. Since the sneak attack failed, the only thing left is frontal combat. Just leave it to me." Mordred faced the lightning in the fog.
He raised his sword and said, "What do you want, unknown servant?"
"Then, come on—f*ck!" Tesla responded with a handsome expression, and Mordred struck him with a sword. As a result, Tesla almost couldn't resist and was hacked out.
Lawrence, the nursery rhyme, and Manlio, who had just returned, all looked funny together.
Mordred's expression was also quite excited. No one could see me now due to the thick fog, so I no longer had to look as sullen as the teacher.
Mordred, the last seat of the Round Table, although he was not the latest to enter the Round Table, he was indeed the youngest among the Knights of the Round Table of that generation.
His personality is a bit flamboyant and childish, but due to the hard work and restraint of the king he serves and his teacher, he is able to restrain his true character most of the time and is active in Camelot as a qualified knight at that time.
Therefore, in the eyes of the Knights of the Round Table who know Mordred’s true identity, this respectable knight is an out-and-out naughty kid!
"Matthew, go help and resolve the battle as soon as possible." Fujimaru Ritsuka gave the order to Matthew beside him, "With Miss Lawrence by my side, Nora has also gone to deal with the servants on the other side, so there is no need to worry about my safety.
!”
When Mordred heard that Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted Mashu to come over and help her, she twitched her lips and said quickly: "No problem! Leave it to me, just leave it to me! I can solve it, um, I can solve it
of."
"Huh?" Mashu, who had just wanted to respond to Fujimaru Ritsuka's order and go to the battlefield to support Mordred, stood there, a little at a loss.
"Now it's a one-on-one duel. Just let me deal with him. There are still objects to deal with. Matthew, go and deal with that one." Mordred's face returned to seriousness.
Nikola Tesla:…
It's a duel, yes, but why do I feel that this duel isn't fair?
Boom boom boom——!!!
However, Tesla did not just sit there and do nothing. He activated his ability and blasted a thick thunder beam towards Mordred.
He is the genius who brought the miracle of Zeus back to earth! One of the great star pioneers in human history! The man who cut off the stars!
Thunder and lightning covered his whole body, making him look like a god.
The eyes radiated white lightning, bright and dazzling.
"Witness it, the thunder and lightning that belongs to the gods is here——"
"bring it on!!!"
"Ho... interesting." Mordred's eyes narrowed, "Do you want to ignore the power gap and use the Noble Phantasm as a final resistance?"
"Knight of the Round Table Mordred! Accept the challenge!"
"This sword is the supreme reward from my father King Duanli, the evil-cutting sword shining on Kamlan!"
Her eyes also lit up, flashing with red thunder, and she held Clarent high.