Chapter 270 268 Revelation! (4K)

Chapter 270 268. Enlightenment! (4K)

"Ah wish?"

Seeing Mordred's brave face to ask, Arturia was startled.

"If possible, I would like to see the scenery."

But then she spoke with a slightly expectant tone.

But these words left Mordred stunned.

See the scenery?

How could my father have such a "selfish" wish?

For a moment, he even had the illusion that he was dreaming, and Mordred seemed a little excited.

You must know that Arturia is the perfect "king" in her eyes. Not only her, but also the people and soldiers know that this person has no "selfish desires".

Not to mention such a simple wish.

Although Mordred misunderstood, Artoria told the truth.

Her only little wish now is probably to see the great country of Britain mentioned by Rider (Lelouch).

So what kind of glorious country is it?

Judging from the statement that the emperor could last for 100 generations, it must be a very large country.

Therefore, Artoria naturally wanted to meet him, even as an unrelated person.

It’s okay to say that I’m looking at the “scenery”, but the difference is that I can’t see this “scenery” in my own home.

"To Britain"

"Ah, it's no longer necessary."

There was a trembling sound, and Mordred couldn't believe his ears when he heard the other party's response.

She must have heard it correctly, right?

"Didn't I say that? I am no longer the king."

The relieved burden made Artoria reread her previous words.

"Really? Not a king?"

Hearing this, Mordred lowered his head and couldn't tell how he felt now.

Should she be angry? Rage?

No.

A feeling of relief arose within me.

Is the father finally willing to "liberate" himself?

"So, Mordred, to what wish did you respond?"

"Do you still want to be a king?"

"Ah"

Altria's question made Mordred immersed.

His original extravagant dream was to go back to the days when he drew the sword, replace his father as the new king, and avoid the worst ending.

He firmly believes that if he becomes a king, his father will no longer have to suffer.

That way, my father wouldn't have to take on all the troublesome things.

But if you dig deeper, your true wish...

It's not about becoming a so-called "king".

Instead, she stayed with her father, hoping that she could smile and soothe her loneliness.

As long as he picks up what he once abandoned.

She, Mordred, is satisfied!

Half squatting on the ground, he looked up and looked ahead.

The figure wearing armor and holding a holy sword is so gorgeous and sacred.

But the difference is that his face is more "emotional" than before.

yes

This is the kind of father I have always wanted to see.

That's great. If possible, I really want to continue with my father.

Perhaps it was the desire of a child, her eyes were so innocent.

"Yeah?"

"This is your answer."

"Then raise your sword!"

Able to feel Mordred's clearly expressed emotions, Arturia pointed the holy sword at her and said solemnly.

"In order to realize your wish, do whatever it takes."

"You are a member of the Knights of the Round Table, Mordred!"

After hearing that loud declaration, Mordred immediately stood up.

"Ah, after my father said this, it would be outrageous for me to simply give up."

Waving the king's sword, Mordred rarely ignited a high fighting spirit. It was a great encouragement to her to be looked at so seriously by Artoria.

"And as a knight, I have no intention of being loyal to two masters!"

"Even if it's you, the father, who is facing you."

Red lightning suddenly appeared, and Mordred also contacted his master.

(I'm sorry, Master, can you please allow me to do this again?)

But the magical power of the blessing also allowed her to understand the intention of Lion Tribulation.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Mordred smiled.

"Ah, even in response to such a Master."

"I want to try it too!"

Standing on the opposite side, Artoria also responded.

Holy light spots emerged from the holy sword.

And Wei Gong had already left far away.

This "father and son" duel did not require him to intervene.

The two of them will naturally have corresponding results.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!!!"

"The Sword of Victory (EXcalibur)!!"

The golden and red rays of light collided, and an astonishing light appeared in the town.

…………

"Is the rating of magic shock enough to have an A++ level?"

Genos turned his head and looked at the place where the magic shock erupted. The data in his eyes kept changing and then he commented.

"According to the data input by the doctor, the magic reaction of one of the knights is Saber on the red side."

"Can the strength and identity be directly determined?"

"As a reformer, is it a little too convenient?"

Red A stood in front of him. Hearing the judgmental tone, he held General Mo Xie in his hand and spoke.

"The rumored dragon appearing here seems not to be nonsense."

"Even if you didn't do it, it's still a clue related to it."

Without paying attention to the content of the excitement, Genos looked at the red A in front of him and said.

"call out!"

The jet-like figure moved, and Red A opened his eyes wide, relying on his own senses to barely react.

"Well!"

Even though he subconsciously raised his hands to block his chest, that solid punch still brought an unimaginable impact.

"Boom!"

The figure was directly knocked away. According to Genos's calculations, the opponent would not hurt public buildings or unrelated pedestrians because of this, and would only stop on the bridge about 2 kilometers away.

Pity.

If the people in this town were not concerned, perhaps using the so-called "air cannon" could give the opponent a fatal blow.

"He doesn't have any dragon balls on him."

"Dragon Ball's reaction is here."

In addition to investigating the rumors of "dragon" this time, I also wanted to see who the enemy was lurking here.

But it looks like it will be a lot more lively than expected.

…

"!"

The sudden magic dissipated, and Artoria looked at the messy ground in front of her and finally withdrew the holy sword.

"such a pity."

Emiya walked next to her, looked at the current situation and spoke.

"She has a good master"

After dispelling the armor and returning to normal clothes, Artoria raised the corners of her mouth and spoke softly.

The "confrontation" just now undoubtedly put everything Mordred had into it.

The power contained in that surprised Arturia.

But it's a pity that even when faced with Mordred, who has great emotional fluctuations, she can still withstand it even if she is in a "special attack" state.

Compared to Artoria, who is not lacking in magic power, Mordred is far behind.

I had faced off with Emiya once before, and to be honest, my liberation this time was very reluctant.

Because of this, she herself said that her behavior was rather willful and random.

Even if Shishijie allowed her to act like this, it could be said to be excessive "condolence".

An ordinary Master would not allow her to mess around like this. It would be fine if she didn't pull back the command spell immediately and run away.

"Shirou and the others seem to be fine over there."

"The next thing is"

She did not explore Mordred's whereabouts. Arturia knew that the child would appear again sooner or later.

However, she would accept the challenge no matter how many times.

It can be regarded as one of her insignificant cares.

………

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why do I have to carry my servant and leave in despair when I am seriously injured?"

Having already prepared a backup plan to cover up the traces, Lion Jie sighed while carrying Mordred who had exhausted all his magic power.

Obviously, shouldn't the normal situation be for the servant to escape with the master on his back?

Glancing at Mordred, who had fainted due to lack of magic power, he had a satisfied smile on his face at the moment.

"Well, the bad father-son relationship has been eased a bit, right?"

There is only one Command Seal left on the back of his hand.

But Lion Tribulation didn't pay attention to this.

This itself is a consumable used to cooperate with the servants in battle.

There is no need to worry about it so much, as long as it is used at the critical moment.

In the "Light Cannon" attack just now, when Mordred was unconscious, he had already used the command spell to transfer it back.

Although it seemed that the two parties were about to come to an end, he would not just watch his servants leave indifferently.

"I may not have a chance."

"But you are different."

I don’t know what he was thinking of, he said in a deep voice.

Mordred, who was on his back, was completely unconscious, just immersed in his dream.

In the dream, she was still fighting everywhere with her father.

He could witness his father's care and concern for him and his exposed smile.

She vaguely heard the sound of the car starting, and her eyes opened vaguely for a moment.

Lying on the back seat, looking into the cramped space.

(Father, if possible, I really want to be with you next time.)

With such expectations, Mordred may be dreaming of new dreams.

"I see. Is that the kind of relief you want to implement in this world?"

Muramasa said solemnly after hearing the future described by Amakusa.

"Although initially I wanted to rely on the Great Holy Grail to achieve the third method of relief."

"But if it's this Dragon Ball, it can do more direct things."

Amakusa's firm words seemed to be full of determination, which puzzled Muramasa.

Although Dragon Ball is something I have never heard of, but with such expectations, where does this trust come from?

"Don't you believe it?"

The two of them were close together, their knives touching each other.

Looking at Muramasa's expression, Amakusa knew that this servant did not believe his words.

"No, your tone is not filled with lies."

Unlike the Amakusa in my impression who went crazy and fell into the devil's path, the Amakusa in front of me was so normal.

So Muramasa decided that he really wanted to do something beneficial to mankind.

The only difference is whether the means implemented are really safe and secure?

"I just want to know, why are you so sure that this bead can do what you want?"

Let all mankind get relief and escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

That seems like an extremely noble thing, but is it really achievable?

"That's because I saw it."

Hearing this, Amakusa raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then spoke.

"What?"

A startled voice sounded, and Muramasa stared at him.

"Because the picture of revelation must have a trace to follow."

"Although it sounds incredible, I am sure that Dragon Ball will definitely fulfill my wish."

"So. Saber Senko Muramasa."

"Will you come to help me?"

Faced with that invitation, Muramasa gave a clear answer.

The sword was bounced away, and then the blade that was slashing over tore the clothes.

"Clang!"

Amakusa jumped back and glanced at the cut on his chest.

"I'm sorry, I don't expect the world you describe."

"What I expect in my life is not so noble."

"After all."

"I'm just a swordsmith!"

The magic power surged, and the other party answered so straightforwardly.

"Reject?"

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Amakusa felt it was a pity.

If possible, digging this famous swordsmith over would stabilize his own lineup.

In the case of losing Berserker, it is undoubtedly the best reinforcement.

"But. It's not that there is no meaning in meeting."

"At least, I know."

"It wasn't you who swung that knife."

Without caring about the cut clothes, Amakusa put down the weapon in his hand and spoke.

"?"

Frowning, hearing what Amakusa said, Muramasa didn't understand what he meant.

"The sword among the twinkling stars belongs to someone else."

Just like the riddle man, Amakusa's words are confusing.

"If possible, I don't want to be your enemy."

"After all, your knife is also very dangerous."

"If I get hit, I will die, right?"

Knowing what Muramasa's strongest treasure is, Amakusa will not underestimate it.

He didn't want to explore where the other party had seen another self. He came this time to explore the hint given by "revelation".

It was because he cared too much that he had to come here.

"Bang!"

A roar was happening in the distance, and Amakusa looked over.

"It seems that the servants of the black side have also come here."

"Although they are fighting very well, I hope they won't be too conspicuous if possible."

Also wanting to know who the black side sent, Amakusa then looked at Muramasa in front of him.

"Let's stop fighting each other."

If we fight head-on, it is difficult to win at present, and Amakusa doesn't want to get more entangled with the existence in front of him.

"That's not up to you."

Hearing this, Muramasa didn't mean to let him go.

Since he participated in the war, he was either a friend or an enemy, and there was no such thing as showing mercy.

"Bang!"

But before he could make any move, Amakusa took out something like a black ball from his inner pocket and smashed it on the ground.

"Magic props?"

Gray-white smoke filled the air, and Muramasa subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, frowning.

When the smoke disappeared, Amakusa in front of him had disappeared.

"I really don't know whether to say it's a coincidence or a bad fate."

The breath couldn't be tracked, and Muramasa thought of the other party's purpose and couldn't help but sighed.

I really didn't expect to meet Amakusa in such a place.

And it seems that he knows some unknown secrets.

"Revelation?"

Thinking of a certain situation, Muramasa murmured.