Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess! chapter 145

【Rebel Knight and King Arthur Fight】

[Mordred has Albion blood in her body, as well as Morgan’s fairy blood, and the mysterious bonuses of the two Great Britains make her concept of existence surpass that of the Red Dragon]

[Because she is still a half-blood, although she holds some of Albion’s blood, she has not been rejected by the world]

[Morgan’s blood as the lord of the island plays a vital role in Mordred]

“King Arthur, I won’t kill you! I will use the power I learned from my father! After defeating you, I will destroy Britain!”

Mordred’s principle of action is actually quite simple.

That’s for Moran.

[She actually doesn’t hate Artoria deeply, and the feelings she has are more resentful]

[If you want to ~ destroy Britain]

[Then you must face this ideal king]

[The other party will definitely become an enemy]

[It is impossible to say that she does not hold a grudge against Artoria, knowing that the other person has love, but still putting her lover in pain, this seems to her to be like smearing a gemstone with feces, unbearable]

[However, the Rebel Knight didn’t think about it]

[It’s not that Artoria wants to choose this way, but there is no so-called multiple-choice question from the beginning]

[Artoria is only trying to act in the way she thinks is most likely to save her lover]

[Both of them are right]

[It’s just that fate is too ruthless and cruel]

[The rebellious knight who was consumed by anger has lost his mind, and the knight king is parrying the attack in confusion]

“Arrogant! I have guarded Britain for twenty years!

It’s just a few steps away from stabilizing it, how can it be stopped by your madness!”

[Artoria drinks with the momentum of cracked silk]

[The light of the holy sword is so strong that it even burns the retina, and it counterattacks with a power not inferior to that of red thunder]

[Although Mordred is stronger in concept]

[But Artoria has gone through twenty years of battlefield, and there has not been a single war that has ushered in defeat]

[She is regarded as the king of victory by the world]

[Experience far surpasses Mordred, who has not been a knight for a long time]

“Not good!”

Mordred splits the heat stream of light.

She caused the middle door to open wide because of her excessive movements.

In the next second, the tip of Artoria’s sword was pointed at Mordred, and it was about to stab her in the chest.

“Boom——!!”

Mordred kicked it out in a hurry.

The kick hit Artoria right in the shoulder.

At the same time, she rolled backwards.

It swirls in the air like a carp turning over, avoiding the greatest damage by an extremely dangerous margin.

Click——!!

The crisp sound of metal crumbling reverberates.

Mordred dodged the slash that stabbed straight through the door, but the sword sliced through her helmet.

Like a burst watermelon.

The helmet that Mordred had been using to hide his face was torn apart by Artoria’s surprise attack—

“How, would-”

Artoria’s eyes widened.

Her delicate body trembled slightly subconsciously.

The knight in front of her was too different from what she had imagined, no, the other party was not even a man.
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“What’s the matter, King Arthur, surprised by my looks? aren’t you also a woman?

“No, Mordred, who the hell are you!?”

“Who am I?

Mordred made another forward charge.

Shocked, Artoria hurriedly shot back.

The blades collided, and when I looked at the face that was the same as my own up close, the weirdness that lingered in my heart lingered.

“-Is it Morgan!?”

“Oh, you can still guess it. ”

[Mordred grins]

[Her attack is as fierce as a waterfall torrent]

[When Artoria was dealing with the attack, her mind seemed to be rolling up a storm of thoughts, and the first person who thought that she could do this kind of thing was her sister Wang, who had always been unpredictable]

[Double-line thinking makes Artoria powerless, and it is extremely inappropriate to be distracted in battle]

“Mordred, who the hell is the father you are talking about!?”

[The moment when Artoria opens her mouth to ask this question]

[A chilly chill rushed through her body]

[There is no theoretical basis, just relying on intuition, I realized that I had made a fatal mistake]

[She shouldn’t have asked Mordred, she should have solved the rebel knight before she found out the truth]

[When Artoria notices]

[Already, already]

[For her, the words that cause the most vicious curse will be spat out from the mouth of the rebellious knight]

[As if responding to Artoria’s suspicions]

[Mordred sneered and opened his mouth]

“King Arthur, you can’t win me, the things you want to pursue don’t exist on this island! The reason why I am so sure is precisely because I am the heir of the blood of the Innocent Knight Moran!”

“Hmm….. You are…. Moran’s….!?”

[Artoria is unacceptable]

[She became helpless for a moment]

[There is no need to consider the authenticity of Mordred’s words]

[At this moment, the swordsmanship she performed]

[And the familiar smell that smelled her as a red dragon]

[Plus, the relationship between her and Moran]

[Actually, this question has been clear from the beginning, but she has been deliberately avoiding it]

“Mordred!, you say your father is aging, and what is the matter with saying that he will dissipate!?”

[Artoria’s swordsmanship begins to become disorganized]

[If, really as Mordred said, then combined with what she just said about her father’s aging]

[Although the inner premonition gradually tends to be ominous]

[However, she wants to know the answer]

“It’s literal! You haven’t realized it yet?

Even saving Britain won’t save him! all you’ve done is making him more miserable!”

“How, would…. It’s just a word from you…..!”

“That’s right, but you should also realize that even the British Isles are no match for the mystery of Albion, and in the world where the gods have faded, do you think it is possible to find it?

No, I’ll change the question, even if I find it, do you think he’ll be able to hold out until then!?”

Mordred’s voice was like a whiplash.

Whipping Artoria’s soul million.