Chapter 1285: Chapter 12: Hero of the Campaign a Century Ago
The shadows of the clouds moved, and the skinny man sitting on the windowsill climbed down.
The chains on his shackles clinked with a crisp sound… He was indeed very thin, with the shackles on his hands and feet seemingly heavier than his body weight.
“Ellie…” His voice, belonging to the one called Mordred, was hoarse as if his vocal cords had been burnt.
“It’s been too long since you last spoke.” Ms. Witch turned her head to glance at him, then shook her head, “But I’m not Ellie. I am her daughter, Jillian.”
“Daughter?” His expression seemed somewhat puzzled, then he fell silent, appearing to be recalling something.
Ms. Witch also furrowed her brow, muttering as if to herself, yet almost as if speaking to him, “Sixty years of imprisonment, and the poison created by a hundred secret medicine practitioners of the Magician’s Association, have muddled your memories, haven’t they…? Look at me, Mordred, you should remember who you are.”
He stood still, resembling more of a skeleton.
This castle has a terrifying magic-repressing capability… She could not use any abilities here. It was for this reason that Perkins allowed her to visit the prison—however, despite this permission, she underwent a meticulous search prior to the visit to ensure she had no hidden items on her.
Yet she still brought something… Ms. Witch lifted her skirt now, reaching her hand within—it was then that a tiny expression of bodily pleasure surfaced on her face.
She exhaled slowly, her gaze phosphorescent… Her hand emerged holding a small glass bottle.
Carrying the bottle, she walked slowly to Mordred’s front, uncorking it, “I spent thirty years and was on the run from the Magician’s Association for thirty years to find the materials for this universal antidote.”
Unmoved, he was pletely absorbed in his memories—seeing this, Ms. Witch had no choice but to hold his chin and pour the liquid from the bottle into his mouth.
Once the potion entered his throat and into his body, Ms. Witch slowly stepped back—in fact, she wasn’t entirely sure if this potion could cleanse the secret poison within this man’s body.
Time elapsed bit by bit… Mordred remained motionless. Jillian couldn’t help but frown… Had it failed?
Just as her heart was sinking, Mordred suddenly showed a painful expression—he grabbed his throat forcefully, simultaneously kneeling on the ground with painful dry heaves.
Black liquid spewed from his mouth… Acpanying it, a nauseating stench arose.
The retching continued… Black liquid poured from Mordred’s mouth, more than what his frail body seemed capable of holding.
A long while had passed—far exceeding Ms. Witch’s allowed prison visit duration.
Finally, it seemed the black liquid inside Mordred had been expelled… He still clutched his throat, kneeling with his head lowered.
“What… what’s wrong, Mordred?” Jillian asked hesitantly.
He lifted his head, his gaze clearing, and slowly stood up, “I was merely sorting through the memories of these past decades… Are you really Ellie’s daughter?”
“I inherited my mother’s powers and am also a Mind Witch.” Jillian nodded, “Perhaps once we’ve left this castle, I can prove it to you… How do you feel, has the antidote pletely removed the poison inside you?”
“About a third of it.” Mordred was silent for a moment, “But that’s plenty.”
“Only a third? How could that be!” Jillian frowned, snorting coldly, “That damned Secret Medicine Practitioner… they really didn’t give their all!”
Mordred, however, looked at his own hands, “The poison in me was concocted by over a hundred high-ranking Secret Medicine Practitioners, among whom were even some Master of Secret Medicine. Although I don’t know the origin of the practitioner you found, if they could achieve this, then they must be a genius… And a third, is plenty.”
“Really?” Jillian’s joy surged, “You’re confident you can leave this prison now? To be honest, this was a gamble, if I couldn’t awaken you… I might be trapped here forever. At best, I would be handed over to the Magician’s Association by the Round Table Organization.”
“I will leave here.” As he spoke, he also looked at Ms. Witch—she did not see a single trace of hesitance in his eyes.
“But before leaving, you need to tell me… why seek me out, and why go to such lengths to detoxify me.”
“Akashic Records.” The witch’s eyes flashed with fanaticism, enunciating clearly, “Mordred, I need you… to help me acquire it.”
“The document that can alter history…” He closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Ms. Witch couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. If the man before her refused, then all her previous schemes would…
“Alright, I agree.” He opened his eyes, nodding indifferently, “Consider it as payment for bringing me the antidote… but think carefully, you only have this one wish, and once used, it’s gone.”
Ms. Witch chuckled softly at this moment, “It’s said that anyone who can rescue you from this prison can make one request of you… I think my request is not a waste. Even though what I use is the favor of one known as the strongest knight, a demigod.”
“Demigod?” He cast an odd glance at the witch, then, seeing her puzzled gaze, said calmly, “I have long since ceased to be… Let’s go, once I help you find the document, I will have to e back. The books here… I’m not done reading yet.”
Return… again?!
She was taken aback, unsure of his meaning, but seeing Mordred already heading toward the door, she could only hurriedly follow.
But the shackles and chains on Mordred’s wrists and ankles remained… Hearing the chains’ clanking as he walked, Ms. Witch couldn’t help but frown.
The one hailed as a demigod, the most feared and notorious knight in history, seemed… very ordinary.
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“Sir Lino, it’s been almost an hour!”
They began to remind this Lino, who had been holding a sword posture for the past hour… but he didn’t respond at all, merely keeping his eyes closed, adopting the most solemn vigilance.
The subordinates were somewhat skeptical… from this prison, no one had ever managed to escape.
In the last half-century, all inmates confined within ended up going mad and mitting suicide—not just because of the terrifying magic-repressing force within… there were even stronger guards inside.
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“Why did you suddenly stop? There’s still some distance to the main gate.”
Ms. Witch frowned—it was the route she had traversed when ing, then it had seemed unremarkable, just oppressive—because on either side of the path, numerous knight statues stood.
“Step back a bit, it gets a little tricky from here.” Mordred suddenly said.
“Tricky?” The witch was taken aback.
He casually replied, “Within these statues reside the heroic spirits of past knights who were sacrificed, at least Great Knight level, and even among them, former members of the Twelve Knights… Of course, mere heroic spirits cannot be pared to their living selves.”
“These… these?” The witch frowned, “They’re just ordinary statues.”
“To you.” Mordred stated indifferently, then took a step forward, “Only when I attempt to pass do they e to life.”
As if to confirm his words, the moment he stepped forward again, the statues along either side of the corridor suddenly opened their eyes.
Immense killing intent emanated from their bodies… consolidating into a terrifying aura, and in an instant, the witch’s face paled as if her soul were pierced by countless swords.
This was merely an overflow of aura… Jillian looked on in terror as one by one the statues “came to life,” stepping down from their pedestals, drawing their weapons.
It’s impossible to escape! pletely impossible!! Jillian’s heart screamed frantically.
Mordred, however, proceeded forward, “Though I don’t know how you persuaded them to grant you passage for this visit. But don’t think it’s because of your wit; it’s simply their absolute confidence… that even if you entered, you could achieve nothing.”
All she could do was smile bitterly, these were famed Great Knights throughout history and… the Twelve Round Table Knights!
Suddenly, a knight statue wielding a Golden Greatsword stepped slowly in front of Mordred, it was at least two heads taller than him.
Mordred lifted his head, “Kayjin… Do you need me to kill you again?”
Kayjin?
Gillian, very familiar with the history of the Knight Agency… stared blankly at the golden Treasured Sword in the knight statue’s hand, gasping in shock, “Kayjin… could he be the Golden Knight of the Heavens, Kayjin Alexander, who was as renowned as you a century ago and inherited the name of [Gawaine] (Gao Wen)?”
Mordred looked back at Gillian, but at that moment, the knight statue in front of him slowly raised the golden sword in its hand and without any hesitation, slashed down.
“Watch out!!” Seeing this, she cried out in terror… But in an instant, when the golden sword slashed down, her eyes widened in shock.
That golden sword was absolutely sharp, and with the power of the Golden Knight of the Heavens, it could easily slice through steel plates… Yet this sharp golden sword failed to cut through Mordred’s shoulder.
But the tremendous force of the sword’s slash directly sank Mordred’s legs into the floor… Was his body harder than steel? The witch’s mouth slightly opened.
“Since you’re already dead, it’s better to rest in peace…” Mordred said calmly, “Why linger in this… predestined world.”
The statue suddenly opened its mouth, letting out a roaring sound—it raised its sword once again and slashed down.
But this time, Mordred lifted his hands high, breaking the chains of the shackles on his hands—his silhouette vanished instantly from sight… At least the witch Ms. Ren couldn’t see his movements.
In the blink of an eye, when she saw Mordred again, he was already holding the golden sword in his right hand… while the arm of the Golden Knight of the Heavens statue had disappeared.
“Rest now, guarding me is pointless.”
As he spoke softly, Mordred slightly crouched down, placing the golden sword behind him… He suddenly twisted his body, swinging the golden sword in a wide arc!
The anti-magic power in the castle seemed to pletely ignore this man.
A brilliant light emanated from the golden sword, followed by a half-moon blade rippling… sweeping across!
One statue after another was instantly severed by the half-moon sword light… The chilling murderous aura that stunned Gillian dissipated in just a few seconds, leaving the corridor filled with countless fragments!
Streams of light rose slowly from the shattered statues, converging and swirling into a spiral of light, directly striking toward Mordred.
He set down the golden sword, extended his left hand, and blocked the spiral of light with his palm… The triggered airflow was like a hurricane, the castle’s anti-magic power still existent, forcing the witch Ms. Ren to lean forward, yet her body was still gradually pushed by the gale.
Finally, the gale gradually subsided… When everything calmed down, the witch Ms. Ren saw Mordred standing in the midst of countless shattered corpses.
For a moment, she seemed to see him standing on a landscape of corpses and a Sea of Blood.
Mordred lowered his head, gently holding his left hand, his palm swirling with firefly-like light… he exhaled slowly, picking up a bottle from the ground.
This bottle seemed to be a weapon equipped on one of the knight statues… Mordred inserted the glowing dots into the bottle, then walked slowly to Gillian, “Before leaving here, keep this for me temporarily.”
Her mind went blank, instinctively taking the bottle.
This guy, has the poison in his body really been cleared by only half?
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Before the castle gate, impatient subordinates waited, many frowning.
“Here they e.”
Knight Lino said suddenly, slowly raising his arms… As his hands lifted, some brilliance began flickering on them.
It turned out he wasn’t mimicking the pose of holding a sword, but was holding an almost transparent sword!
Only when the sword moved and refracted light could it be seen.
“Here they e… What is ing?” Everyone was stunned.
Bang——!!
A sudden loud noise.
The castle gate was directly blown open, split into neat two pieces, then shooting out… Everyone panicked as these heavy gates came crashing toward them, almost losing their minds.
Only Lino at this moment kicked both legs, advancing instead of retreating, swinging the nearly transparent sword forward… Instantly slicing the heavy door panels into dozens of small pieces.
In the dust, two figures slowly walked out from the shadows of the gate… along with the clanking of foot shackle chains.
“She’s out! The Mind Witch… Who’s beside her?” Everyone was startled.
Wearing thin clothes, some parts already worn due to time… The man on his shoulder carrying a golden greatsword.
Lino took a deep breath, stood upright, voice heavy, “Even with hundreds of heroic spirits from our predecessors and a joint demon-exclusion field set by the Magician’s Association’s hundred Gold Level magicians, it’s still unable to stop you… Legendary knight, Mordred. It seems letting the Mind Witch visit the prison was a mistake from the start.”
Mordred turned his head to glance at Lino, casually saying, “Don’t underestimate this anti-magic space at all, after all, it was the creation of a collaboration by over a hundred Gold Level magicians. Everything naturally has its usage period, and will weaken… About thirty years later, if not replenished, this field will disappear by itself.”
Lino took a deep breath, then issued an order that shocked his subordinates—manding them to immediately escape and make sure to send out the information.
“Sir Lino! We…”
“This is an order! Leave immediately! You must inform the Knight Agency! Anyone who refuses will be stripped of their knight status!”
“This…”
Everyone hesitated, ultimately choosing to obey the mand… Throughout, Mordred did nothing to stop them.
Sir Lino stood alone before Mordred and the Mind Witch, the almost transparent sword now glowing with a blue light… No longer invisible.
“King of the Wind… This is a replica, isn’t it?” Mordred curiously appraised with a glance, “Are you the current prison warden? You can leave, over the years, you’ve worked hard to guard the prison.”
Knight Lino took a deep breath, earnestly said, “The chance to battle a hero from a century ago… is something I don’t want to pass up.”
“Hero?” Mordred smiled, “It’s been a long time since anyone called me that.”
Lino replied, “No matter what crimes you mitted… a hundred years ago you were indeed a hero of that war. The evil Black Souls slain by you are countless! Although the war occurred before I was born, I believe, without you, victory in that war would’ve been impossible. So, at least you were once a hero who saved the land.”
“Really.” Mordred suddenly lowered his head, murmuring as if only he could hear, “After all these years, you still think you really won. How hopelessly foolish…”
He suddenly swung the golden sword in his hand.
The half-moon sword light rippled out swiftly, giving Knight Lino only a chance to block—not even time to dodge!
The sword’s blue light shattered instantly, the half-moon sword light striking him, knocking him several dozen meters away.
“Just one strike…”
Knight Lino spat out blood, and immediately lost consciousness.
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