Chapter 104 Mordred... leaves the table!

The brutal war is like a meat grinder, whether it is ordinary soldiers, inhuman alien species, or powerful knights of the Round Table and dragons.

Dragons kept falling from the sky, but the Knights of the Round Table also made huge sacrifices.

Lan Mallock, Knight of the Round Table, left the table. The moment before he died, he was still wielding the spear with thunder.

Parcival, Gahoris, left. They also resolutely gave their lives after the battle was exhausted.

Arthur was close to his limit.

Whether it's emotional or physical.

Her wrists were shaking.

Under the hammer of a giant dragon, Arthur was knocked away.

The holy sword fell to the side, Arturia coughed out two mouthfuls of blood and forced herself to sit up.

But he saw the sharp dragon claws attacking him.

She wanted to find her holy sword, but found that it was far away from her.

She couldn't help but fall into despair.

My Britain...goodbye...

She thought silently and closed her eyes.

Um?

Why don't you feel anything?

Arturia opened her eyes again, only to see a heartbreaking scene.

The dragon's claws penetrated the knight standing in front of him.

The knight held the broken sword in his hand and looked at the dragon with anger and hatred in his eyes.

"Don't... hurt my... father..." The words flowed out from the knight's teeth, difficult and unforgettable.

"Mordred... Sir?" Arthur looked at the knight in disbelief and covered his mouth.

Gawain and Lancelot came in a hurry and lured the dragon away.

The dragon claw was drawn out, and Mordred knelt on the ground involuntarily.

She turned her head with difficulty and looked at Artoria with gradually gray eyes, as if she wanted to say something.

"Father...I..." But before she could finish speaking, her body collapsed completely.

Knight of the Round Table Mordred... left the table.

Arthur crawled to Mordred's side, turned Mordred over, and looked at the face that was exactly the same as his. Tears finally defeated his strong heart.

She held Mordred's body in her arms and cried loudly.

It's so miserable, so hopeless, so... heartbreaking.

However, her cries were drowned in the dragon's roar.

…

Now, among the Knights of the Round Table, only five are left who can barely maintain the fight.

Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad, and Bedivere.

And Anno's unconscious body.

Obsession drove Annuo. Even if his body lost consciousness, he was still fighting against the dragon by instinct.

Arturia stood up helplessly, her chest stained with the blood of her heir.

She looked at the battlefield. There were still so many dragons in the sky, all vying to prey on the British soldiers. There were only four Knights of the Round Table left, including the half-dead Anno, and the seriously injured Palemede who stayed in Camelot.

Feelings of grievance and anger gathered in Artoria's heart.

Countless light spots appeared in her palm.

It was a light that did not belong to the Holy Sword, a light that did not belong to the earth.

The projection of the "Tower of the End" in the universe was held in Arturia's hand.

She stood the holy spear on the ground, her eyes filled with anger.

"I will wipe out all foreign races on the hilltop Camlan of Britain!"

"So, release the afterglow of the Tower at the End to your heart's content!"

Arthur roared angrily, and the eyes of the remaining round tables involuntarily focused on their king.

“Fifteen constraints unfold—the round table conference begins!!!”