I am a master, I have the final say

nonexistent!

Although the Knights of the Round Table are all monsters, and despite the blessing of the Lion King, although she is always in violence, the moment she was approached by Ye Ye, the battle was actually over.

After all, not everyone has the defensive strength of Joan of Arc that almost reaches the madness level.

boom!!!

With the last resounding sound, Mordred fell to the ground. Her long sword had been beaten every night in the battle, and her body had broken a few bones. Let alone the fight, she even stood up. The power is gone.

"Ha...Ha..." Mordred twitched his mouth and looked at Ye Ye not far away. "Sure enough, there shouldn't be such a low-level mistake. Even my father...has never hit me like this. ..."

"So I'm teaching you on your father's behalf, not convinced? The Lion King's silly son!" Ye Ye was condescending, with a smug expression, but then he thought of something, "Wait, or is it a silly daughter?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are a silly daughter or a silly son. It is impossible for me to be convinced!" Even if he was seriously injured, Mordred did not have the slightest consciousness of bowing his head. This is the same as her life, she has always resisted fate. , Never surrendered, but, "But well, I lost to you, this is also true..."

Mordred was struggling to stand up, but in the end there was no way. He lay down weakly, and sighed heavily, with infinite regret in his eyes, "Originally, this time I thought about it anyway. Follow my father to the end, even if the ending of death is finally ushered in, but... it is still impossible, rebellious knight, is this my ending? Haha..."

At this moment, there was no arrogance in her laughter, and some were just lonely.

Perhaps she also knew that the Lion King she served was no longer the original King Arthur. The Lion King’s approach had neither the justice of the knight nor the benevolence of others, but even so, she still hoped and yearned for it, completely unfinished in her lifetime. Last wish, for this reason, he will turn into evil spirits, but...

Perhaps this is his destiny.

Thinking about this, Mordred raised his head laboriously, looked towards Ye Ye, laughed, "You won, coward!"

"Is it still so stubborn when I die? It's...well, even though I don't hate it." Ye Ye stepped forward and stretched out his hand, "Is there any last thing I want to say?"

Mordred looked at it, but didn't hold it, because she couldn't hold her hand anymore. After hesitating for a moment, she finally said, "As a loser, I should advise you. Father, she... is far from what you think. So simple..."

"Ok?"

Ye Ye was stunned for a moment. Before he could understand, there was a slight impact in the air, but Mordred finally ran out of the last trace of his life, his head fell to the ground, and finally turned into a spirit and gradually disappeared.

...

"Unexpectedly, my opponent would be a little girl like you."

While Mordred was fighting Ye Ye Ye, on another battlefield, Lancelot looked at the figure opposite, somewhat surprised, "Although it is not against women, but a girl like you is petite and affectionate. It’s not suitable to be on the battlefield. If I had a daughter, I would probably be about the same age as you."

"Qing Lancelot."

"Ok?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain? It's all this time, and you still have a girl." Medea unceremoniously complained, "Don't look at me like this, regardless of age, I'm enough to be your ancestor. "

"Uh!" Lancelot was startled, probably a little embarrassed, "It's rude, I can't help myself when I see beautiful women. This is not a good habit."

"So you cuckold King Arthur."

"This..." Lancelot's face changed and he instinctively defended. "Although Guinvia and I are indeed attracted to each other, they are not what you imagined. In the final analysis, it's just the wounds of the defeated dog. ..."

"But don't you have a son, and he was born to a woman who looks the same as Guinevere... Or, to be precise, that woman pretended to be Guinevere and then gave birth to you, didn't you? ."

"I..." Lancelot was speechless. Although he wanted to explain, he suddenly thought, why would he want to tell a strange woman this kind of thing?The other party clearly appeared as an enemy, so why did I have to talk to her so much?

After refreshing his emotions, Lancelot said with a serious face: "Let’s change the subject. As a woman, you are not suitable for standing on the battlefield, and I don’t want to kill a cute girl, and I can see that you don’t There is no fighting power, if you can leave here..."

"Ugh."

Before Lancelot finished speaking, Medea suddenly sighed and said disappointedly: "I originally thought Lancelot, the knight of the lake, would be a very tricky character. I didn't expect to deal with it. It was so simple and without the slightest challenge. Sex...Although I really don't have the ability to fight, do you know? As a magician, it is very simple to take the lives of others."

Click!

When the words fell, the knight behind Lancelot suddenly fell in a clatter.

Lancelot's eyes widened suddenly, and he could feel that these soldiers had completely lost their aliveness. In other words, they were all killed without his knowledge, but...when?

Seeing the doubt in his heart, Medea smiled slightly, "Just when you couldn't help chatting with beautiful girls, I had already withdrawn all their life energy, and then did you know? It's easy to make these dead people come alive. Thing."

Then, the knights who had just died stood up again.

Only this time, all their weapons couldn't pass Lancelot.

"Issuing my orders in their life energy to change their will is also very simple for the magician. Although it is almost impossible to kill you with their strength,..." Ya mysteriously smiled, "Their life characteristics have been converted into life energy absorbers by me. As long as they stand within ten meters of the designated target, they can continue to absorb the life energy of the other party until they are drained, and even if you kill them It is also useless, because I will resurrect them infinitely, infinitely."

"you……"

Even Lancelot felt a shudder after hearing these words. Looking at Medea, he could no longer feel how pitiful the other party was, but...

"I'm such an evil witch, are you right? Secretary Lancelot."

Medea smiled sweetly.

Author's message:

...

Sorry, I accidentally followed B Moe before, and was attracted by B Moe's big news, and almost forgot to update it.

But the big news is really interesting. School girls participated in the competition, FGO players entered the arena, crushing sentient beings, B Meng's operation unexpectedly cut the tickets of the school girls, annoyed the 100,000 moon chefs, directly smashed the entire B station, and forced the operation. Have to persuade, it's so cool to watch.

Alas, I'm sorry for my crazy three. I have been bullied by B Meng for two years, and no one can vent her anger.

Distressed.

339 A Girl Is Afraid Of The Sun, She Shades With One Hand

"All the locks are broken! The lake is too heavy!"

With a slightly strenuous roar, the sword overflowing with green light like a lake instantly smashed the enemy in front of him. Lancelot no longer knew that this was the first time he had killed a soldier who was once his own. I only knew that my attack did not bring the desired effect, as if everything was in vain.

The so-called magic is to turn the impossible into reality.

Eyes flickered, the soldiers who had just been chopped up regrouped again. They looked like they didn’t know the pain and fear at all. They held Lancelot’s arm desperately, and then a few soldiers rushed around and fell on the ground. Holding his feet tightly with both hands, the remaining soldiers pounced like an arhat...

For the Knights of the Round Table, their individual strength is weak, but if they have unlimited life and unlimited physical strength, are they still weak?

Lancelot can no longer think about this problem. He feels very tired. His heavy legs can’t walk as if he is filled with lead. Even the long sword in his tired hands seems to exceed the weight. He can even feel When one's life was lost at a rapid rate, every second passed, one minute closer to death.

His vision began to become a little blurred, probably his life was running out.

Lancelot tried to open his eyes, and once again looked at the figure not far away, the girl who claimed to be a magician, but what appeared in his mind was another figure, which he could never touch. Existence, no matter what kind of confession and cry, the king has already left him...

Giving up resistance and no longer struggling, in the end, Lancelot's eyes were covered by darkness.

...

"What about you guys? What happened? How many enemies are there? Tell me clearly!"