Outside the imperial capital, Arthur once led the Royal Celtic Knights on the battlefield against the Western French Empire.
Arthur rode his war horse and stopped on a hill, looking at the distant forest and the royal capital of Britannia.
In the past, he faced the invading army of West France on this battlefield, and behind him stood the people of Britannia.
But at this moment, in front of him were people from all over Britannia.
Some were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing civilian clothes, and some were holding various weapons, including rolling pins, pitchforks, hoes and sickles.
But it was such an army with uneven quality that defeated the powerful army of this huge empire.
Of course, there may also be a reason for the low fighting spirit of the army. All soldiers in the army, except for officers, basically come from the bottom of society, and they cannot attack their relatives and friends.
Britannia followed Beichen in completing the first industrial revolution in a short period of time, but with it came more serious environmental pollution.
The situation was particularly serious in the imperial capital. The sky was gray, like a shroud stained with kerosene, and the surrounding mountains and forests were also shrouded in mist.
Mordred stood in front of those people. Compared to the first time Char saw him, he was much more mature, with his half-long hair hanging casually.
He is not locked in age, but because the genes are there, he looks about the same age as Arthur.
He looked at Arthur on horseback in the distance.
He had never been so close to the legendary emperor.
Just as his teacher said, time has not left any traces on his face.
But Britannia does not need such an eternal holy king.
Everyone has had heroic fantasies, and Mordred was not surprised.
He once worshiped the great emperor in front of him.
But since he was taken to see the slums by his teacher, he saw the poor people living in the narrow, dirty alleys without dignity.
I have seen the workers in those black factories, their bodies reduced to ribs, covered in dirty kerosene, carrying goods several times heavier than themselves, working like animals, and they will not look at what is before them. There is no more awe in this emperor.
His grandfather died because of the great emperor in front of him, so he also has a blood feud with him.
In order to reach this great emperor, he had already lost too much.
His teacher Uther, his comrades, comrades, and those soldiers who were truly loyal to this country but had no choice but to become their enemies.
They all became corpses.
The blood dyed the yellow sand, leading to the emperor's throne...
He knows what he is carrying now, so he will not hesitate...
He silently pulled out the long sword from his waist. This sword was very different from ordinary swords. The geometric blue lines on the sword exuded a faint shimmer. The sword grid was also exceptionally wide and bloated, and seemed to be loaded with something. kind of device.
"The Great Emperor of Britannia!" Mordred shouted to Arthur not far away, "If you still love your people as much as you did decades ago.
If you are half as wise as the legend.
Get off your horse right now and have a fair showdown with me!
Decide the future of this country with the least casualties! "
Behind Arthur, the leader of the Celtic Knights came over and stood beside him.
"Your Majesty, we don't have to obey them, just this group"
"Woda, you must have been following me for six years, right?" Arthur interrupted.
Woda nodded.
"Then you should know what the philosophy of the Celtic Knights is."
Arthur silently pulled out the legendary holy sword from his waist.
"The Order will not wield its sword against any of the people of Britannia."
"But they are no longer the people, they are rebels!" Warda couldn't help but said.
"No"
Arthur quietly stared at the people with angry faces.
"they are."
"If I am defeated, let the Knights lay down their weapons and recognize the legitimacy of this regime."
"His Majesty!"
"This is my order," Arthur said.
As he spoke, he turned over and stepped on the horse, leaping to the hill not far away with a flexible posture.
Warda had not yet reacted to his words, but as Arthur jumped toward the hill, he seemed to realize something, and his eyes gradually showed a little disbelief.
Mordred rushed over with his sword without any hesitation. His physical fitness was also astonishing, and he was like a cannonball speeding towards him!
"Qiang!"
As the swords clashed, the turbulent air waves spread to the surroundings.
Mordred has Arthur's bloodline, so his power is almost equal to Arthur's.
They are fighting each other's strength.
Arthur also had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"You were able to fight all the way to Yu. I have to say that you do have some abilities.
but"
he scoffed.
"You don't think that a group of rabble-rousers can overthrow Yu's empire, do you?"
"mob?"
Mordred gritted his teeth and pushed Arthur away. Sparks shot out and he looked at Arthur with an angry look on his face.
"These are your people!
The moment your people choose to resist you, you no longer have a basis for rule! "
"It's just a purge." Arthur said disdainfully.
Anger burned in Mordred's chest, as if it was about to burst out of his throat. He sarcastically suppressed his anger.
"The so-called Holy King is just the same as those nobles!
In order to maintain your rule, the people are nothing more than abandoned shoes to you.
Arthur! Your hypocritical disguise has finally been torn off!
You will never have this chance. You, the evil dragon that is entrenched in the sky over this country, will eventually be slain by my sword! "
The wheel on the grid of his sword began to rotate automatically, glowing with blue light, and he roared and rushed towards Arthur again.
This time, their blade strikes were no longer level with each other, and the strength bonus from Tony's power sword made each of his swings more powerful.
Arthur wanted to use skills to break through the defense, but his movements were seen through by Mordred. The sword in his hand was loaded with Tony's neuron technology, which could assist the master in reacting.
The two men swung their swords at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, but the air waves and sword energy generated by the sword blades clashed spread out in all directions, impacting the sand and rocks flying around.
The air wave even hit the group of rebels, with a bit of horror in their eyes. It was the most terrifying battle they had ever seen in their lives.
Perhaps even a salvo of naval guns cannot compare to this scene.
Suddenly, Arthur seemed to have discovered a weakness, and took a fierce step forward, stabbing Mordred straight into the heart.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
Mordred's breathing also stagnated, and the fear of death instantly enveloped his body.
However, the wheel on the sword in his hand was spinning faster and faster at this moment, and finally reached a certain critical point.
At this moment, in Mordred's eyes, everything seemed to slow down a little.
He reacted quickly, leaned sideways to avoid the sword, and at the same time slashed at the holy sword with his backhand.
"clang!!"
With the sound of heavy metal clashing, the holy sword bounced away from him, causing Arthur to lose balance, and his chest was directly exposed in front of him.
Without any hesitation, Mordred took a step forward and thrust all his strength towards his chest.
A layer of magic defense appeared on Arthur's body, and a layer of magic light appeared on Mordred's sword. He moved forward unswervingly, penetrating the emperor's body bit by bit!
This nameless blade pierced the emperor's body!
But at this moment, this sword will no longer be nameless...
As the blood spurted out, the light in Arthur's eyes gradually dimmed.
Mordred's heart was also filled with joy.
this moment,
Time seemed to stand still.
People stared blankly at the blood flowing from the chest of the legendary emperor, and an indescribable feeling surged in their hearts.
Before that, they actually still maintained awe and fear of Arthur, because his past reputation and legends were so widely spread.
But at this moment, everyone seemed to realize something.
The so-called supreme, sacred, and invincible holy king is actually a human being who can bleed and die.
Countless images flashed through many people's minds.
It was the lights and prosperity that I saw when I stood on the building in the slum and looked at the aristocratic district. It was the leftover cakes that I occasionally saw dropped from the aristocratic carriage when it passed by, and the children who looked at the slum as if The play of a hungry dog snatching the half piece of cake.
At that time, most people only had numbness and disapproval in their minds. They didn't think it was anything, and they even took it for granted.
Because the nobles were too powerful, and the emperor who gave the nobles power was too powerful, no one dared to resist.
But at this moment, people suddenly realized something in their minds:
Oh, it turns out... we should be angry.
They were reminded of something they should have had, but it was gone.
That thing is called dignity
Mordred pushed the blade inward, and more blood flowed out, almost staining half of Arthur's chest red.
Arthur took a few steps back incredulously, using the blade to support his body. His energy was rapidly weakening, and some blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Are you wondering why your Avalon scabbard doesn't protect you?" Mordred said with a little sarcasm in his eyes, "My sword has the spell of my mentor. He can cut." Your connection with the scabbard.”
"If he had not passed away, he would have been the wisest man in the world and more qualified to guide the people of this country than you."
He looked at Arthur, studying his expression carefully, wanting to see what the legendary emperor would look like when he came to the end.
But what surprised him was that his face was extremely calm.
"You're going to die."
Mordred had a victor's smile on his face.
"Why not be angry and cry?"
The divine light in Arthur's eyes receded little by little, and the majesty and holiness of the past gradually disappeared. He was aging at an alarming rate.
But this time, it's no longer a disguise.
His orange-red hair turned gray, and there were many wrinkles on his face, while there was a relieved smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
And Mordred finally saw something familiar in him.
That was his mentor.
The boy's pupils shrank violently at that moment.
"No, it's impossible!"
He took a step back in disbelief and gritted his teeth: "Stop playing tricks on me, Emperor!"
His face was full of anger, but the roar that was about to blurt out turned into a trembling sob the next moment.
"How could you be"
"Don't cry, Mordred."
Arthur spoke calmly in a voice that he and Mordred could hear.
A familiar tone rang in his ears. This name was given by his mentor, and no one knew it except him.
So there was no doubt that it would just be him.
Mordred's eyes turned red instantly, and his heart seemed to be twisted by an unknown force at this moment.
Vivian abandoned him to Arthur shortly after giving birth to him. For him who had no father's or mother's love, his mentor was equivalent to his father.
Countless emotions emerged in his heart, doubts, shock and regret, easily destroying the inner defenses he thought were impenetrable...
"Stop your tears. I said, men can cry, but don't let others see you."
Arthur half-closed his eyes, unable to describe the tired look on his face.
"Don't come near me and don't call my name.
Performing this scene well is the greatest reward for me. "
Mordred choked back his tears and clenched his fists tightly. He had realized something at this moment.
"Ahem."
Arthur spit out a mouthful of blood again, staining his chest red. His figure was a little shaken, but he finally stood still.
"I have imagined my ending countless times, whether I will hold the holy sword and become the emperor of this country forever, or abandon the holy sword and grow old slowly.
The former is not what I want. It does no good for an absolute dictator to continue to rule this country.
And the latter.
I have seen too many of my friends age, lose control of their bowels and urine, and die on the bed without dignity.
That's not the ending I wanted. "
The fatigue in his eyes grew heavier.
"It's such a long life."
"Mordred Brittania, keep the name alive, child.
Take over my burden and establish a truly equal country so that nobility will completely disappear from this country.
Let the people no longer become anyone's lambs, truly stand up and live with dignity.
I will take away all the rot in this country. "
He stretched out his hand, grasped the hilt of the sword inserted in his chest, and slowly pulled it out. Blood suddenly gushes out like spring water.
Just like the oath he made to Char when he was a child, although he did not change the world, at least he would completely change the country.
All his visions and expectations have been realized, and he has no regrets in this life.
He slowly closed his eyes as if taking a nap in the afternoon.
"I am sleepy
Good night, Mordred."
A ray of sunlight tore open the shroud-like sky and swayed on the body of the Holy King.
He held the holy sword with both hands, and even when his life came to an end, he still did not fall down, but stood on the hill with his head held high.
Standing on this land of Britannia.
Once upon a time, his spine was Britannia's spine.
But now, the country no longer needs him to support it.
He will be buried in history with the corrupt system. As the last emperor of the empire, he will take away all the remaining poison of corruption.
Everyone was staring blankly at the Holy King on the hill, unimaginable complex emotions surging in their hearts.
On the hillside on the side of the battlefield, Heilang's eyes were filled with tears at this moment.
He could no longer control his emotions, but the corners of his mouth trembled and he slowly opened his mouth, letting out a murmur of joy or sadness.
"Best friend"
"What a gorgeous curtain call."
(End of chapter)
