Chapter 556: Thirteen Restraints Are Released, and the Round Table Decision Begins!

The sword of victory (Excalibur).

The strongest fantasy, a glimmer of starlight. Beyond all time and space, the dream itself cannot be realized by all living beings.

It is the pinnacle sword in the category of holy swords. It is a holy sword forged from the planet instead of humans. It is one of the ultimate divine weapons made from people's faith and crystallized inside the planet as the "Last Phantasm".

For Shuo Yue, the information about the Sword of Oath of Victory has long been familiar to him. What he is more concerned about is the significance of Mordred holding this sword.

"This Noble Phantasm does not belong to you." The dragon scales rose and fell, and the young man unconsciously assumed an intimidating posture, staring directly at the holy sword in Mordred's hand, as if he was afraid of the person behind the sword. Being, "How on earth did you get that?!"

"Who knows." Mordred took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the hilt of the holy sword. The light of the holy sword was dazzling and there was no sign of resistance. "Maybe it is the will of the father. "

"No..." Shuo Yue shook his head, and the light in his eyes flashed. It was rationality and animality fighting for dominance. Under the pressure of this sword, wisdom was regained by the demon, "She knows the path I chose. , and has promised not to interfere...so since my king has chosen to withdraw, he will not return to this decisive battle. "

His voice became smoother, and looking at Mordred's solemn expression, Shuo Yue grinned, and his rage spread like a tidal wave: "So, is it Merlin? Only his Utopia can transcend the real world and directly invade this world. Dimension...only he has the ability to transfer the Noble Phantasm!"

The black tide spreads, and Shuo Yue instigates magic and curses wantonly. Using Bashum's corpse as fuel, driven by the boar skin of divine punishment and the dragon's heart, the legendary evil dragon once again takes on a physical form, and it opens its dark dragon-like body. The wings covered the sky and the sun, covering three hundred miles, and roared arrogantly at the ants on the ground.

"But so what, Mordred! How much power can you, a rebellious knight like you, exert with the Sword of Victory? Even if the Empress Semiramis restrains my regeneration, how can you break through my regeneration?" Dragon scales and protection!”

"Don't be fooled by Shuo Yue, Saber." Lion Jie's voice came from his mind, "We all believe in you and you will definitely bring us victory."

"You can only trust me, Master." Mordred smiled bitterly, "After all, there are so many servants, and I am the only one left."

"Well……"

"Don't worry, Master." The blond girl vibrated her sword, the blade ringing loudly and shining like a star. "Bet on the name of this sword, I will bring you victory and glory!"

In response to the determination of Knight Mordred of the Round Table, the chorus of countless creatures rang out, and the holy sword vowed to win was blazing with light!

"This brilliance is the hope of the stars and the proof of life that illuminates the earth!"

The vertical sword was placed on the chest, shining brightly. The golden silk ribbons carried people's dreams, intertwined and grew on the sword body. Mordred gritted her teeth, and she felt the thoughts conveyed by the holy sword.

This is a sword that can only be held by a king. It is questioning Mordred who is holding the sword——

The so-called king is definitely not just one person! How is a king without the protection of his people and country any different from a beggar?

Where is the kingdom you are fighting for! Where are the people you protect?

What kind of king do you want to be?

The familiar voice of questioning rang in her heart, and Mordred suddenly froze in place. The roar of the dragon in the distance and the anxious shouts of the master disappeared in an instant. At this moment, what emerged in the girl's mind was getting this. The scene when holding the sword.

"This sword is...?!" After answering his father's question in the dream woven by Merlin, Mordred took the sword handed over by Artoria and was shocked, "The Sword of Oath to Victory" ? Father, father!”

"Don't panic, a qualified knight should show calmness at all times." Artoria's pretty face was slightly red, with a gentle smile in her eyes - she responded to Mordred's answer after careful consideration. Although I was shy, I also felt extremely relieved.

At that time, Artoria, who came as a Ruler, had already been transformed by Shuoyue (Alter), but that was just an empty shell. The real Artoria had returned to Avalon in advance, cutting off the power of the Command Seal. The pollution, and then descended with the help of Merlin's dream, gave Mordred a chance to win.

"I will definitely protect Shuo Yue Qing to the death. That is my loyalty and my chivalry." Artoria warned, "Don't underestimate Shuo Yue Qing, he is well aware of all your methods. Even for the second Noble Phantasm that the saint has never shown to anyone, he has taken precautionary measures in advance, that is - "

"Use the command spell to transfer the cause and effect to the servant you summoned, which is also Artoria." Merlin on the side smiled and said, "Of course, this is an act with Artoria's consent."

"This...how could he do this!" Mordred said anxiously, "How could he sacrifice his father for the sake of victory!"

"After all, both of them are people who will do whatever it takes to win." Artoria said, "Not only is Shuo Yueqing in this posture, but I also have the side of me when I was a king, that is, abandoning feelings. , with a personality that views everything from a rational perspective, there is nothing wrong with making such a decision.”

"So, in order to stop 'me' and Lord Shuoyue from messing around..." Daimao patted Xiaomo's shoulder, his tone was somewhat expectant, "The task of dealing with them is left to you, Lord Mordred!"

"Me?!" Mordred was completely shocked. She looked at Altria, who was full of approval, and then looked at the old bastard Merlin who was making a 'yeah' sign to her, and stammered, "Why... why me?"

"Because you are my child, Mordred."

Very naturally, Altria said the words that were enough to sink Mordred. She ignored Xiaomo's wide-eyed Xiaomo and slowly expressed her thoughts through dreams.

"I wasn't originally a father, Mordred, but when I learned about your identity and that you were my son... I was born as a 'father'."

"For the first time in my life, I realized that in addition to being a king, I also have the responsibilities that a father should fulfill."

"And it is this feeling that bothers me."

Altria didn't continue, but Mordred understood what she hadn't finished saying.

Altria Pendragon, the glory of Britain, the cold-blooded and ruthless Saint King who carries the weight of the country on one shoulder.

On the throne of the king stained with blood and bones, there is no place for emotions. The king's eyes can only see the mountains and rivers.

How can you let a qualified king abandon his people and only take his own children and artificial creations into his eyes?

Britain will not allow it, the people in dire straits will not allow it, and the king's frozen but still soft heart will not allow it.

But a child, a child with joy and expectation, can't stand not getting any feedback from his beloved father. It is a more unbearable pain than rebuke and disgust, and a more desperate feeling of powerlessness than the waves hitting the cliffs.

With just a little stimulation, this feeling will easily turn into a tsunami and storm of revenge, destroying everything that was once looked up to.

If 'Altria' is a device to save Britain, then 'Mordred' is destined to destroy 'Altria'. A father who doesn't understand the human heart will never be forgiven by his child, even if she is the most noble knight and the most perfect king.

After realizing this during the long years in the utopia, Altria was completely relieved. Her action of abandoning emotions and becoming a king was not without rewards. The round table she was always proud of; the people who praised her name; the great achievements recorded in the record tape... She even got rid of the god of death herself, and in the utopia, she was accompanied by the old liar, cough, teacher Merlin, watching the vicissitudes of the world.

But everything is an equal exchange. What she lost is no less than what she gained, especially her overly dull emotions, which made her realize it only after thousands of years when she looked back and her old friend had turned into a pile of yellow earth. Therefore, the guilt and regret for the past surged like a tidal wave, easily drowning her.

——For a father, there is nothing more cruel than not being able to understand each other with his children, or even drawing swords to kill each other.

This guilt further made Altria sink into the quagmire, as if she had become a child, childishly avoiding possible conversations, trying to maintain the cold appearance of a king, and not daring to look at Mordred's eyes... until the new moon appeared, mercilessly tore off her disguise, pushed her to Mordred's side, and did not allow her to close herself off anymore.

The collapse of the mask may require this gentle push.

"You are my child, Mordred, and my blood flows in your body." Altria finally said, full of apology and expectation, "Although this is a belated blessing, at least this time, please use this sword to open up the future."

"——Mordred Pendragon."

The dream was dissipating, and the figures of the Holy King and the Sage gradually blurred. I don't know when, Mordred was already in tears. She stared at the phantom in the distance, and the touch of the hilt in her hand was like substance.

Her dream, her wish, finally came true at this moment; the helpless and rebellious little lion finally returned to the warm lion group and took the crown from the lion king.

"Yes, my...father!"

And now, facing the questioning of the Sword of Promised Victory, Mordred can finally hold his head high and proudly say his answer:

"I am not a king, nor do I want to be a king. I just want to comfort my father's loneliness. That person has never smiled or cried. I have always believed that as long as he becomes a king, that person will no longer have to suffer - for me, as long as that person can regain what he has abandoned, it is enough!"

The holy sword hums, and the hymns sung by thousands of creatures gradually become louder and louder. The glory grows prosperously, like the hope held up by the world itself, competing with the rolling magic and curse for half of the country!

"How is it possible!" The wings fluttered, and the dragon's vertical pupils shrank. It sensed the soaring sense of crisis from the holy sword held high by the girl, "Obviously, what you said is not what a king should say!"

That is the king, that is the king!

The creatures cheered, the ancient will gave recognition, and the majestic holy sword was awakened. It recognized its master and the new generation of holy sword users!

The determination to protect others is the caliber of a king, even if she will not become a king and sit on the throne farthest from people.

Because she is a prince, and a prince will ride a white horse, walk between lands, and fight for the people he swore to protect.

Always firm, always standing.

Always young, always bright!

Because of this, he is recognized by the people, and because of this, he can place many hopes and aspirations on them, and he is heroic and will never disappoint people.

That's why he wins every battle.

That's why he shines like a star!

"Listen, Shuoyue!" Mordred shouted, raising the holy sword in his hand, "The people I want to protect have recognized me, and my land is here!"

Shuoyue's inference of Merlin's existence is certainly admirable, but there is one thing he did not expect - this sword was not transferred by Merlin on his own initiative, but Altria recognized Mordred's will, spirit and consciousness, and personally entrusted this sword of kingship to the next generation!

Therefore, Mordred can also inspire the sealed, true power of the Sword of Promised Victory!

"The Thirteen Restrictions are released, and the Round Table Resolution begins!"

Amid the shouts, the banner of light was raised high, and virtue and hope burst into a thousand-foot brilliance. The pure and dazzling pillar of light occupied the only main axis between heaven and earth.

That was the starlight that guided thousands of wishes, and it was the indelible light in the hearts of the Knights of the Round Table.

At the call of this flag, the heroic souls sleeping on this sword woke up one after another and gathered again in the new king's palace. On the former round table, there was a gentle male chant, and the voice of the sage resounded through the sky:

"【This battle is a battle against evil】——Acknowledge, Mordred."

The new moon that turned into an evil dragon was undoubtedly a disaster that needed to be conquered. The light passed by, and the first layer of the holy sword was released.

"【This battle is a battle of noble honor】——Acknowledge, Gawain."

Rising up for the things to be protected, he launched a life-and-death battle against the evil dragon soaring in the sky. The light shone, and the second layer of the holy sword was released.

"【This battle is not a battle against the elves】——Admit it, Lancelot."

The blade of his sword is no longer pointing at a living being, but a walking disaster, a catastrophe that is destined to be defeated. The light is shimmering, and the third layer of the sword is released.

…………

Just like peeling off layer after layer of shell, exposing the shining inside, the Knights of the Round Table cast a distant glance from the long river of history, and dedicated their strength to the girl holding the holy sword high.

Skilled Kay, loyal Bedivere, Iron Archon Agragwen, Disaster Seagalahad... In Merlin's voice, the Knights of the Round Table recognized Mordred's existence one by one. In a trance, the shadow of an old friend walked towards her. They stood side by side, laughing and talking as before - that was the reflection of the legend, forgetting the corner of the dream after the bloody storm.

"It's really strange. I don't mind that Gawain, the big brother, and the useless Tristan also agreed, and there was also the top student Bedivere..."

Mordred muttered, trying to make her expression look indifferent, but the next voice made her eyes reddened, which she could no longer control.

"【This battle is the battle to save the world】——Accept it, Arthur."

"Father..." With emotion, the holy sword in Mordred's hand shone brightly. So far, more than seven of the thirteen constraints have been recognized, and an unprecedented fierce light is ready to go.

But it's not over yet. In addition to the 'past', Mordred also has blessings from the 'present'.

"I command you with all the command spells——Bring me victory, Saber!"

That was the support from the master Lion Jie. At this critical moment, he didn't hesitate to put all the cards in his hand. Feeling the power of miracles flowing through his limbs, Mordred grinned and laughed.

"Master, let me smoke a cigarette after this battle. I've been curious about that kind of thing for a long time."

"Hey, you can't say that."

The dragon in the sky roared, and the diamond-shaped space opened up to wrap up the huge body. No one knew better than Shuoyue how terrifying the holy sword at full power was. Without the high-speed self-healing ability, it would be difficult for him to block this attack.

However, Mordred, who was always staring at him, would never let him succeed.

"Don't even think about running away, Shuoyue!" Mordred swung his arms and slashed smoothly at the sky, "Ex-calibur (Sword of Promised Victory)!"

The huge burning sword of light slashed towards the sky, and the torrent of light burst out, straight forward, rather breaking than bending, with an indomitable momentum, destroying all obstacles with overwhelming force.

This power is the embodiment of virtue and integrity from the heart, and this power is an uncompromising noble light.

Just by watching, one can understand the hope placed on that back figure.

Just by listening, one will bow his head in the excitement of thousands of creatures.

The curse of the boar skin melted away, and the evil dragon's evil spirit could no longer be sustained. The huge dragon shadow fell apart under the light, and the waist was broken with a loud bang. Only a human figure was left struggling hard, but it still could not escape the fate of being purified.

Just by contacting this beam of golden light - the eternal night was broken with one slash!

Immediately, the sky was filled with light.