Type-Moon lists the top ten virtues, and the defense of Valhalla is broken

At this moment, in the light curtain.

[Bedivere shouted in astonishment: "Why did you suddenly ask to take the head of the Cursed Wrist?!"]

[Faced with his astonishment, King Hassan remained calm and slowly said: "When the old man in the mountain falls into corruption, depravity, and loses his way, I will come before him."]

["Hassan of this era asks me for help, which means that he has admitted that he is not qualified to succeed the name of the old man in the mountain."]

[King Hassan's words reveal unquestionable authority. ]

[Bedivere stared at the Cursed Wrist in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice: "So, you knew all this, but still brought us here?"]

At this moment, all the audience were talking.

"Is this... this Curse Arm really an assassin? How come his behavior is more chivalrous than a knight!"

"In order to persuade Wang Hassan, he even offered his own head... He is really an assassin who doesn't look like an assassin!"

"For the future of the mountain village, the Curse Arm is also trying his best. Otherwise, if it remains unchanged, it will only usher in the destruction of the Lion King." Someone else sighed.

"However, Wang Hassan's words are still as profound and difficult to understand as always. They are really full of philosophy..." Everyone talked about it.

At the same time, in the light curtain.

[The Curse Arm just remained silent. ]

[At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped forward and looked at Wang Hassan firmly: "If that's the case, then I don't need your help!" His words were full of determination and courage. ]

[Wang Hassan knew that Fujimaru Ritsuka would not sacrifice others to achieve his goals, which is exactly what he admired. 】

[He turned to look at the silent Curse Wrist, with a hint of reproach in his tone: "Curse Wrist, raise your head! You have lost all your face, don't continue to lose your composure!"]

["Perform your duties with these people! After the matter is done, I will take your head!" After Wang Hassan finished speaking, his figure gradually dissipated. 】

[Everyone returned to the outside of the temple, but suddenly received a bad news: West Village was attacked by the Knights of Justice, and even Jingji Hassan, who was responsible for protecting the village, was abducted! Arash volunteered to stay and continue to protect the village, while Curse Wrist Hassan led everyone to rush to West Village to launch a rescue operation. 】

[The sun sank, and everyone quietly sneaked into the towering city wall. However, just as they took a few steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them! 】

【“Why are you here?!” That was a warrior wearing red and silver armor and holding a long sword, standing proudly on the city wall, majestic and awe-inspiring. 】

【Bedivere turned his head and shouted in surprise: “Knight Mordred!!”】

At this moment, in the wheel of suppression in Valhalla, Agrawen’s voice was dull and full of anger: “It turned out to be Mordred, this traitorous guy…!”

He had a deep hostility towards this rebel who had killed the king.

Mordred didn't care about Aggravin's glare, she only wanted her father's approval.

She looked at Bedivere who was fighting against her in the light curtain, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Fool, with this little ability, do you want to come to my father?"

However, Gawain mediated: "Tsk, don't rush to draw conclusions, keep watching, maybe Mordred has also changed."

In the world of the Fourth Holy Grail War:

Altria looked at the figure with complicated eyes, her heart full of guilt and determination.

"Mordred... It was because I didn't find it that led to the final result. I must get the Holy Grail to change the sad past!"

At the same time, in the light curtain.

【Bedivere looked solemn, his eyes locked on Mordred in front of him. He resolutely drew his sword, turned around and shouted to the people behind him: "Go!"】

【"Don't joke!" Everyone retorted in unison, but this seemed to touch Mordred's nerves. 】

【Mordred flashed and appeared in front of Bedivere in an instant. He slashed his sword fiercely, and the metal collision made a harsh sound. 】

【"You actually teamed up with the traitor! This is simply a ridiculous joke!" Her angry voice echoed in the armor. 】

【Bedivere gritted his teeth and barely blocked the attack with his sword. He responded coldly: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, a traitor who killed the king."】

【"Shut up!" Mordred roared and kicked Bedivere away. She laughed sarcastically, "What a flexible fake hand, coward!" ]

[The two fought again, the swords flashed, and sparks kept colliding. ]

[Bedivere was obviously no match for Mordred, he could only keep parrying, but his eyes were unusually firm. ]

["I don't have the protection of the elves!" Bedivere dodged a blow, stepped on Mordred's blade, and jumped up with the force. ]

["No blessing from the sun either!" ]

[He raised the sword in his hand, his voice full of complex emotions. ]

["But the king entrusted me with an important task until the last moment!" ]

[This sentence made Mordred quiet down instantly, like the calm before the storm. ]

[She raised the sword with force and repelled Bedivere who was stepping on the sword. 】

【"The last moment?"】

【Mordred's eyes became fierce, she attacked Bedivere frantically, and sneered disdainfully. 】

【"Who do you think you are? Just a stupid loyal dog!"】

【However, Bedivere relied on his firm belief and tenacious perseverance to dodge her fatal attacks again and again. 】

【This battle is not only a contest of swords, but also a collision of beliefs. 】

【"What are you proud of, Bedivere?" Mordred roared, and each blow became more and moreFierce. 】

["You are just a third-rate knight occupying a vacant position!!"]

[Her words were as sharp as a knife, trying to break down Bedivere's psychological defenses. 】

[Under Mordred's violent attack, Bedivere could only barely dodge, without even a chance to breathe. 】

[He knew that if he was careless, he might die. 】

["You are useless in battle! You can't even protect your own lord!"]

[Mordred's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Bedivere's defenses. 】

["What third-rate knight?!" Bedivere roared in retort, "How can the value of a knight be measured by combat power?"]

In the clock tower. El-Melloi II's classroom:

Flat suddenly asked El-Melloi II: "At the last moment, King Arthur asked him to return the holy sword, right?"

"The answer is correct." El-Melloi II nodded slightly.

At the same time, his eyes were full of surprise. This disciple of his, except for his extraordinary talent in magic, could be said to be failing in all other aspects.

I didn't expect that he would know this.

For a moment, Flat became pleasing to El-Melloi.

And in the wheel of suppression in Valhalla.

Gawain looked at Mordred with complicated eyes and said in a deep voice: "Mordred, you are too much!"

"You can't even protect the master... Isn't this sentence talking about us?" Gawain's voice was bitter.

"What does it have to do with me? I didn't say that." Mordred retorted, "Besides, didn't you in the video also attack innocent people?"

Gawain was silent. They still haven't figured out what happened in the video. But this sentence, like a thorn, deeply pierced their hearts.

The world of the fifth Holy Grail War:

Altria's voice was low and firm: "Sir Bedivere, he is definitely not a third-rate knight."

She knew that although Bedivere might not be outstanding in combat and did not have a powerful protection, his delicate mind, tenacious spirit and strong willpower were all what she admired.

At the same time, in the light curtain.

["You are just a coward hiding behind the king!"]

[Mordred roared, raised the sword in his hand, and his face under the helmet was full of anger and unwillingness, as if he was deeply jealous of Bedivere's attention from the king. 】

["Even so, I want to..."]

[Bedivere struggled to get up from the ground, and his right hand suddenly emitted a golden light, as if some kind of power awakened in his body. 】

[He rushed towards Mordred, shouting: "Boiling, Star Fury!"]

[Mordred looked at him coldly, and the magic power around him began to condense, forming a red light curtain. 】

["Rebellion against my magnificent father, CarentBloodArthur! "]

[She tightly grasped the sword in her hand, and the silver arm Switchon Agaleram was activated instantly. A red torrent of magic burst out from the sword and collided with Bedivere's right hand shining with golden light. In a flash, the entire city wall was shrouded in flames.]

[When Fujimaru Ritsuka and others rescued Serenity Hassan and walked out of the city wall, they saw this scene of flames rising to the sky.]

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[However, when they saw Bedivere slowly walking out of the smoke, although he was emitting a faint smoke, he was safe and sound, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.]

[Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, indicating that everyone should leave this dangerous place quickly.]

In Valhalla, Mordred looked at the shining holy sword in Bedivere's hand and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. mouth.

Although she admitted her failure, she was still unwilling in her heart and was full of doubts about why Bedivere could use his father's sword.

However, even if he had the holy sword, it was not easy to see his father, especially for a Knight of the Round Table like him.

At the same time.

[The East Village has fallen into a sea of ​​fire. The rampage of the Knights of the Righteousness has turned the originally peaceful village into a hell on earth. ]

[The flames soared into the sky, and the cavalrymen held torches and wandered inside and outside the village. The mountains were full of dead bodies. ]

[Alash fought hard, shooting the Knights of the Righteousness one after another, but the number of enemies was too large and he was unable to save everyone. ]

[Just then, a figure in purple armor suddenly slashed at Alash. Alash narrowly avoided the attack and shouted angrily: "A sneak attack?! Are you worthy of being called a Knight of the Round Table like this?! ”】

【Lancelot had no expression on his face, raised his sword horizontally, and stared at Alash seriously: "Facing an enemy like you, I can only do whatever it takes."】

【On the other side, the people of Chaldea returned to the outside of the village, and the scene in front of them shocked them.】

【The whole mountain was full of fire, and the refugees were ruthlessly slaughtered by the Knights of Justice. Cursed Arms knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "Those bastards... Why don't they even let go of civilians who want to live? !"】

【His words were full of anger and grief, and everyone's hearts were mixed.】

【They didn't understand why these innocent people, who just wanted to be saved, were killed so cruelly.】

【"I didn't do anything... but I was ruthlessly killed..."】

【Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched his fists, with a firm light in his eyes, "We can't just sit there and watch, we must do something to save them! ”】

[So, the people of Chaldea once again set out on the road of battle. In order to protect those innocent lives and to stop this meaningless killing, they were determined to fight the Knights of Justice to the end.】

In Valhalla, Gawain's voice was full of anger and unwillingness: "This Lion King is definitely not the realKing! His behavior completely violates the code of knights, and he is even less likely to be our holy and noble king! " His words revealed his deep disappointment with the Lion King's behavior.

Lancelot also fell into deep thought. He was not surprised to see his appearance. After all, even the other Knights of the Round Table had already appeared, so his existence was no longer so abrupt.

"Perhaps, we are all controlled by some unknown force..." He murmured to himself, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness.

[The camera turned, and the battle between Lancelot and Alash was still going on fiercely.]

[The Wuhu Light in Lancelot's hand shone with cold light, and he slashed on Alash's shoulder with a knife, and the two crossed each other. Lancelot turned his back to Alash, and praised him without looking back: "Good skills, Alash. ”】（To read the most exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!）

【However, this sentence was like a spell, which made Ahlash suddenly realize something. He looked down at the shoulder that was cut, and saw a blue light spreading from the wound, instantly covering his whole body.】

【Ahlash seemed to be cut by countless swords at the same time, and fell to the ground in pain, bleeding.】

【Bedivere in the distance witnessed this scene and widened his eyes in surprise: "That light is...!"】

【His words were interrupted, Fujimaru Ritsuka had hurried over, and saw Ahlash lying in a pool of blood.】

【"Ahlash... How could this happen! "Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice was full of disbelief and grief.]

[He couldn't imagine that this legendary hero would be defeated so miserably.]

[Just then, a red-haired knight slowly approached, he closed his eyes, and whispered: "Alas! I am deeply saddened!" However, there was no expression on his face, and his tone was so flat that it made people feel weird.]

[Bedivere recognized the knight, he slowly said: "Knight Tristan..."]

[The words revealed complex emotions for the knight.]

[The appearance of Tristan indicates that this battle is far from over, and more secrets and conspiracies are about to be revealed. Again].]