Killing an old enemy

Chapter 36

Mordred felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

Lucius was right...he really wanted to use the hand of the Roman emperor to make himself disappear again, so that Morgan would no longer be able to hold him hostage and use a spell to control him to do unstoppable things and commit a second crime. mistake.

Everything should have been like this, but Morgan suddenly became aware of his intentions.

No... It's not that she noticed something strange, but because Arthur's figure appeared!

The words he shouted with the last of his energy were not taken by Caesar who was standing in front of Mordred at all, if Caesar would choose to retreat because others had evil thoughts towards him , then it's not him.

Morgan Le Fay, Arthur's elder sister, the woman who hated her younger brother since she was chosen as the new King of Great Britain stepped out of the shadows and put her weak and boneless hand on Mordred On the top of his head, there was a restrained anger that seemed to break his neck in the next moment.

She has a head of pure white waist-length hair, a faint blue crown of thorns on her head, and a black veil covering her face. She looks both noble and evil.

As soon as Morgan appeared, he immediately grabbed everyone's attention forcefully. They were surprised to find that the proud figure was incomparably similar to Caesar to some extent.

Nishizawa suddenly poked the back of Osamu Dazai's hand with his hand.

The latter understood immediately, stood up calmly, and retreated back to the safe zone.

Mori Ogai "... Are you serious about taking half a step back, Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai didn't bother to pay attention to him, just smirked.

He is very smart and knows that this is not a war he can participate in, but the kind of probing gaze has not restrained, probably because he knows that Caesar can read minds and knows his mood quite well, so he doesn't bother to hide it Bar.

Nishizawa raised his hand and placed a magic barrier on Chuya's side, making sure that what happened next would not involve the humans present.

Heroic spirits are originally from the past, and the dead souls are not qualified to harm the present who owns the future.

Mori Ogai, who was protected by him, raised his eyebrows, not very surprised by his actions.

After he finished all this, Merlin's voice sounded in his mind, with a hint of worry, "Can it be solved, my king?"

And Lancelot is still silent. At this time, it is the best way for him to choose silence, because both Mordred and Morgan have left a great imprint on his past memory, making him almost Unable to suppress his hatred.

"Go to sleep," Caesar stood up and took a few steps towards Morgan, "I have a solution."

After all, he had already arrived in front of the witch, and stopped only a few meters away.

"Morgan." Caesar called her name without any emotion.

He stared at the woman.

"My dear brother..." Morgan's voice was very soft, with endless sweetness, as if standing in front of her was her lover, "I haven't seen you for a thousand years..."

Her figure is so graceful and charming, full of bewitching charm, that even a sigh has a trembling charm, and there are a few wisps of cold air wanton, making her feel

The surrounding land was frostbitten, and a layer of frost spread out from her like water marks, and finally stopped at the magic barrier arranged by Caesar.

The Wicked Fairy of the Lake - This is the Wicked Witch, Morgan Le Fay of Lord of the British Isles.

But Caesar is not afraid of her, he has never been afraid of any heroic spirit, this is the foundation of his strength.

Mordred trembled slightly under her hand because of the cold, but in order to prevent the curse from recurring, he chose to remain silent, which was too contrary to his rebellious nature, so that the blue eyes dimmed, like a drooping young dragon .

Caesar did not set his eyes on Morgan, but looked at Mordred, "Are you afraid?"

Because it was the first time he cared about others like this, Caesar looked a little uncomfortable, and the roots of his ears turned red after trying to calm down.

And the breath of the young knight who was questioned by him froze, and he even forgot his own chill.

He... is he asking himself?

are you afraid?Being used by her mother, using her powers against her will?

"Don't be afraid." Caesar Fang said softly, "Even if I'm not perfect Arthur, both he and I will love you."

Mordred at this moment...

His entire face turned red, and after a while, the young knight gritted his teeth and said angrily, "You are indeed... slightly different from your father."

Mordred is very clear, and like all heroic spirits, he knows Caesar's identity. This is the knowledge that was naturally instilled after being summoned by an unknown force, so he felt that if he suddenly felt a little moved by this sentence, um...

Shouldn't it be considered crossing the line...?

"You mean the thing about loving you?"

When Caesar found that Mordred was more embarrassed than him, he immediately felt nothing, so that he said more bluntly, "This is what it should be, do you need me to say it a few more times, you seem very Like me saying this."

Mordred "..." He received [-] critical hits.

Help!Fortunately, the father is not this type at all! !

Even if Morgan glanced at him at this time, he couldn't stop Mordred from blushing more and more.

In the end, the blond young knight simply closed his eyes abruptly, choosing not to look at Caesar's figure, and had already given up on himself.

"Even if you say that, if I have the chance, I will still choose to kill you out of my own will!"

Caesar: "Then let's try."

Morgan's voice was dangerous "...are you in front of me?"

Caesar looked puzzled, "Otherwise?"

A sneer came from Morgan's lips, and she said softly, "Then do you love me?"

"I don't love." Quite simply.

Morgan was so angry that the black veil was blown up, and his hands tightly gripped his long skirt.

Lucius clicked his tongue and put his sword on the ground, "Wait a minute, did you forget that I'm still here?"

After that, he glanced at Caesar, the Roman emperor had a conniving smile in his eyes, then he raised his sword and took a few steps towards him, separating Morgan from him forcefully with his body, holding the magic weapon in his hand. The sword has a faint fragrance of lilies left after being blessed by fairies.

Lucius whistled at Morgan, his body was smooth and explosive, and his face had a bloodthirsty smile like a beast.

"If I saved you today, Artorius, would you be willing to be my Roman?"

Caesar had an indifferent face, "...I refuse."

This guy is even more arrogant than him when he speaks. I don't know if Lucius is really so unscrupulous, or if he deliberately wants to see his reaction.

It's not that he can't solve it, it's just that he looks down on people too much.

"Then, let me put it another way, Caesar, are you willing to be my only old enemy?"

Not annoyed by his voice, Lucius just laughed, brushed his red hair casually, and glanced at Morgan with dead eyes.

"unnecessary."

Caesar wanted to push him away, but Lucius just stretched out his hand and held Caesar's hand tightly beside him, "Can't I repay you for helping you?"

"Because I don't need your help at all." Caesar shook off his hand, "Let me go."

Hearing this, Lucius frowned, with a flash of anger in his eyes, and immediately asked, "Wait a minute, what's going on? Why don't you call yourself Yu this time?"

Caesar "..."

Even he was stunned by this jumping topic, and a question mark appeared above his head.

Last time was the last time, this time he wanted to use "I" to refer to himself, what's wrong?It's just a title, why does Lucius have this expression?

But he really didn't want to listen to Lucius' inner voice, because after this guy knew that he could do this, he often made up some specious and nasty words in his heart, and then deliberately let Caesar hear it. Bubble.

The most frightening thing is that such blunt and undisguised words are completely sincere, so that after Caesar can tell, he can only thump in the bottom of his heart, and instantly turn off his ability to escape from the source of pollution.

Fortunately, Lucius didn't intend to ask him to guess charades, but said relentlessly, "You call yourself Yu, and the honorific title makes people feel very arrogant."

Caesar "So?"

feel bad?fight?

The Roman Emperor's voice paused briefly, and then a smile appeared before he deliberately said slowly, "...that's really cute."

Caesar "..."

Abnormal, this person is completely abnormal.

"So someone told you not to be so arrogant?" Lucius felt that he was quite normal. He dared to say that those old enemies like him would like to see him calling himself Yu, so he guessed a few names, "Ramesses II? Arjuna? Merlin? Lancelot?"

Every time he said a name, the gloom in his eyes deepened, and he forced himself to use his brain to make himself feel better.

on the brink of rage.

A proud king should not bow his head to anyone.

Even if it was Lucius, even if he always said that he wanted to take them as his own, he would never let him compromise and give in!

"Which old enemy? Isn't it the heroic spirit present?" Lucius was like a dormant lion, his purple pupils constricted. "Who is the old enemy that you tolerate and give in like that?"

Caesar didn't reply, because he guessed that Morgan could no longer bear their slack attitude, and he was going to attack the next moment.

Sure enough, Morgan

Manipulating the surrounding air, the atmosphere instantly became icy cold, and she could no longer bear to manipulate magic as a caster.

However, this attack was aimed at Lucius beside Caesar!

"Shut up, he changed his name just because of me, you damn Roman emperor doesn't understand our entanglement at all—!"

That is a thick history that runs through the prosperity, continuation and destruction of Great Britain. How can you, the enemy who intends to invade Great Britain, know the resentment, jealousy and worship among their royal families? !What do you know about such complicated feelings!

Caesar: "..." Sister Wang, did you turn in the wrong direction?

But the Roman emperor was not surprised. Instead, he raised his sword and went straight up, not holding back his hand at all because the opponent was a beautiful woman.

"Don't deceive yourself, no matter what, I am the only enemy he admits and uses the 'holy sword' to attack with the way of a knight!"

"And also acquiesced to my statement." Lucius made up the knife, "right?"

Caesar felt a toothache, and he definitely couldn't refute it, because Lucius is indeed the enemy recognized by the holy sword...

Merlin once made a great prophecy that was passed down to future generations, and his reputation spread far and wide, making him the guest of honor in Britain.

He painted such a picture, the red dragon and the white dragon are sleeping under Mount Ariel, and the awakened red dragon and white dragon will bite each other and execute.

The red dragon is Arthur Pendragon, king of Britain.

The White Dragon is Lucius Sibelius, Emperor of Rome.

They were born destined to have a war, this is the inevitability implied by fate, tens of thousands of soldiers from the two countries are fighting, the borders of the country are falling apart, and the king and the emperor are two incomparably noble beings. How can it be those narrow-minded people? A little commotion caused by jealousy can be compared!

Lucius sneered disdainfully, "I'll get rid of you now, and then I'll get rid of the rest of the old enemies, because—whether Caesar or Artorius, they are destined to be mine."