"Boom —!"
In front of the main entrance of the Round Table Fortress, a roar suddenly rang out.
The explosive flames were like waves, mixed with a dark magic storm, like an explosion, spreading out in all directions.
At the very center of the explosion, red lightning flashed, allowing Modred's figure to rush out like lightning.
"Bastard!"
At this time, Modred's heart was full of anger and annoyance, causing her to shout out loud, rushing in the direction of Altoria.
In his hand, there was already a sword shining with a silvery-white radiance.
The red lightning on Modred's body began to rush out from this sword, flowing all over her body.
So …
"This time, I must completely kill you! Father! "
Modred shouted with a voice mixed with hatred and anger, rushing in front of Altoria, raising the sword flashing with red lightning high, aiming at Altoria's head, and slashing down heavily.
"Clang!"
The pitch-black holy sword immediately shot forward like a flash of black light, blocking the lightning sword and causing the red lightning to flash violently.
Altoria firmly parried Modred's blow, looking at Modred's face full of hatred and anger, and said coldly.
"It's still the same low-grade sword technique as before, abandoning all etiquette and knighthood, a sword that only exists for killing. No wonder you're willing to become the mad dog that the lion king uses to bite people."
With that, Altoria also glanced at the sword in Modred's hand and said calmly.
"This sword falling into your hands is really a reckless waste of God's gift."
It was no wonder that Altoria said so.
This was because the sword used by Modred was originally Altoria's possession.
As the legendary king of Great Britain, Altoria's most famous weapon was undoubtedly the holy sword in her hand, but she also had her own arsenal, with a variety of weapons.
The sword used by Modred was originally collected in her treasure house, the sword that symbolized the king's power when he inherited the throne, the Brilliant King's Sword (Clarent).
As a noble phantasm, the king's sword was originally B-Class, and its purpose was to enhance the king's power and the king's aura, which could increase the physical fitness by one level.
However, after deciding to start a rebellion, Modred broke into King Arthur's treasure house and took away the sword that symbolized the king's power.
Because Modred did not have the king's qualification, the level of the king's sword was reduced to C-Class, and the bonus that it could obtain when using it was also lost.
However, because the king's sword's own enhancement function was still there, if Modred poured the hateful magical power into the sword, and then used it, it would turn into red lightning that represented twisted thoughts. If Modred fully unleashed this noble phantasm, it would become at least an A + level noble phantasm.
However, this evil way of using a noble phantasm, after all, the sword's original glory was covered in dust.
In this regard, Modred just grinned.
"Who cares so much?"
The red lightning on Modred's body continued to explode.
"As long as I can win, it doesn't matter what sword skill or what weapon I use, it doesn't matter. Even if I have to punch, kick, or bite with my teeth, this is me, the Rebellious Knight, Modred!"
Modred declared to Altoria (Alter).
Altoria (Alter) suddenly raised her eyes.
"That's why I said you are a mad dog." "You're only fit to be a madman who wreaks havoc on the battlefield. You'll never be a king," Altoria said expressionlessly.
"You …!" The negative emotions in Modred's heart suddenly erupted.
There was no other way.
The reason why Modred chose to betray and become the Rebellious Knight was because of King Arthur's words.
"You don't have the guts to be a king."
For that reason, Modred, who was not recognized by his biological father, fell into madness and walked on the road to destroy Britain.
Now, Altoria (Alter) said it again.
"I will kill you! I will definitely kill you! "
Modred shouted with hatred.
"The reason I appeared in this singularity must be to destroy your kingdom again and kill you, King Arthur — —!"
As he shouted, lightning flashed across the battlefield, bringing with it a dazzling red light.
After the fateful battle in his life, King Arthur and the Rebellious Knight once again faced off in this singularity.
Seeing such a scene, the others could no longer ignore it.
"Sad, this is too sad. To have to kill the king again, such a fate is too sad for Lord Modred." Trystan strummed his harp and said with a sorrowful tone, "Let's go help Lord Modred, Lancelot."
"… Are you sure?" Lancelot was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "If we intervene in that battle, not only will Modred not be grateful to us, he will even attack us with his sword."
"That's true." Trystan admitted to this point, but he changed the topic and said, "Since that's the case, we'll deal with the rest."
"… Okay." Lancelot nodded slowly.
The two of them moved together and rushed toward the direction of the battlefield.
Unfortunately, there was no need for them to make a move because someone had already set their eyes on them.
"Boom!"
A wave of scorching flames descended from the sky and landed in front of Lancelot and Trystan. The flames slowly burned, causing the two of them to stop in their tracks. They couldn't move forward anymore.
"Where do you plan to go?"
Under the mocking words, the Dragon Witch walked out of the flame that represented hatred, the flag of curse in her hand fluttering under the heat wave.
Jeanne Alter first glanced at Trystan, then at Lancelot.
"Thank you for coming all the way here to welcome my revenge."
Jeanne stared at Lancelot.
"Don't think that I will let you off after locking me up in that place for several months, Knight of the Lake."
It was Lancelot who suppressed and arrested Jeanne, who was wandering in the wild, and then escorted her here to be locked up.
Jeanne's hostility toward Lancelot was very strong.
It was not because of their hostile relationship.
If Lancelot had defeated her and killed her in that battle, Jeanne d 'Alter would have accepted her fate and would not have hated him.
But what Jeanne couldn't accept was that Lancelot didn't take her life at all. Instead, he locked her up. Jeanne didn't feel lucky at all. Instead, she felt insulted.
"I don't know what's the point of you doing that kind of thing, but now that I'm out and stronger, you should be ready for my revenge, right?"
The flames on Jeanne d 'Alter's body kept burning.
On her body, magic surged wildly.
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