Chapter 71: The Mysterious 【Silver Arm】

In the wind-swept desert, the silver-haired knight Bedivere managed to block Mordred's anti-fortress level beam cannon with just his silver metal right arm.

This scene not only shattered Mordred's pride but also sent shivers down the spines of all the Blue Star players experiencing this plot in VR.

Charles stood on a virtual sand dune, watching the figure cloaked in a tattered cape, his heart churning with turbulent waves of shock.

As a lore-focused player, he was intimately familiar with the legends of the Knights of the Round Table.

Gawain was the embodiment of the sun, Lancelot was the Knight of the Lake; both were monsters possessing top-tier combat power.

But in the original myths, Bedivere was clearly just an ordinary civil Servant knight responsible for court affairs, whose single-armed state was even a congenital disability!

Where did he get such terrifying combat power?!

Before Charles could think it over, the Mordred opposite him had completely fallen into a frenzy.

"A mere stray dog whose name I've never even heard of dares to block my path?!"

Mordred laughed in extreme anger, his cruel eyes staring fixedly at Bedivere through the cold bull-horned helmet.

He suddenly raised the sword of calamity in his hand, stained red with blood.

Meanwhile, on the system interface of the tactical sandbox, another blinding golden buff icon suddenly lit up above Mordred's head!

[Knights of the Round Table Privilege Unlocked: Blessing of the Lion King!]

[Mordred Exclusive Passive: [Berserk] Activated!]

Charles subconsciously glanced at Mordred's status bar.

The skill bar, which had just been completely emptied from releasing the beam cannon, suddenly surged from 0% to 100% the moment the [Berserk] buff lit up, as if it had been injected with infinite mana!

"What the f*ck?!"

Charles's eyes nearly popped out as he shouted in disbelief,

"What the hell?! The ultimate just finished, and without even a second of cooldown, it's full again?!"

The system didn't give players any chance to catch their breath.

A deep red anti-fortress Noble Phantasm lock-on warning filled the entire screen once again!

"[— — Clarent Blood Arthur!!!]"

Boom—!

Another earth-shattering crimson pillar of lightning came bombarding toward the players' defensive line with overwhelming force!

"Deploy the Great Shield!"

Charles hurriedly pressed the skill button; Mash gritted her teeth and raised her shield, barely blocking the aftershock of this second beam cannon, but the defensive line was already riddled with holes, and several low-star supports on the high platform were reduced to critical health.

"It should stop now, right!"

Charles wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

However, ten seconds later.

Ding!

Under an absurdly fast automatic recovery rate, the SP bar above Mordred's head lit up with a brilliant red glow for the third time!

"Die! Heretic!"

Mordred laughed wildly and raised his greatsword again.

"F*ck your grandfather!!!"

This time, not only Charles, but all the players on the Youxing Network who had pushed to this point collectively broke down!

In the Shark Stream Room, PD watched Mordred, who seemed to be using an infinite-firepower cheat, and was so angry that he slammed his VR controller onto the table.

"What kind of devilish mechanic is this?! An anti-fortress beam cannon every ten seconds?! Who can withstand this!"

"Gawain's basic attacks having full-screen flames was one thing, but this Mordred is using his Noble Phantasm as a basic attack?! You damn developers, tell me, in what game does a boss spam ultimates the whole time!"

The chat section was filled with desperate wails.

In normal game logic, when facing a boss's ultimate, players would either use a Defender's skill to tank it or use a fast-respawning special assassin to "bait" the skill's direction.

But Mordred's high-frequency ultimate spam made no sense at all!

Any intricate defensive setup became a paper-thin joke in the face of this crimson thunder beam cannon every ten seconds!

The defensive line collapsed, Servants were killed one after another, and just when all players thought they were about to hit another dead end here...

On the battlefield, that silent silver-armed knight finally moved.

[System Prompt: Plot Support Servant — Bedivere, has connected to the command network.]

[Special Command Unlocked: Liberation of the Silver Arm.]

In this desperate situation, the players unhesitatingly pressed the special skill button flashing on Bedivere's avatar.

Tactical time-stop activated!

On screen, Bedivere ripped off his tattered cloak, revealing the silver metal right arm engraved with complex magic circuits.

In his eyes, which had seen so much, flashed a heartbreaking sense of determination and tragedy.

"[— — Devour my soul, Silver Arm.]"

He whispered, his right hand suddenly clenching into a fist.

Accompanied by the harsh sound of metal grinding, the surface of that silver right arm began to crack, and a blinding white light erupted from within!

The holy aura contained within that light actually faintly suppressed Mordred's violent crimson lightning!

"[Switch-On Airgetlám]!!"

Boom!!!

Bedivere turned into a bolt of silver lightning, dragging that right arm erupting with blinding light, and met Mordred's third beam cannon head-on!

There were no flashy sword techniques, only a purely physical heavy blow pouring all his mana and life into his right arm!

The silver beam and the crimson lightning bolt collided crazily in the sky above the desert, the energy explosion leveling all the surrounding sand dunes.

Amidst the loud noise, Mordred was actually sent flying by this punch, crashing heavily into the ruins, with even his mask cracked.

"This light... could it be..."

Mordred climbed up from the ground, looking at Bedivere's right arm, which was emitting white smoke from overload, and for the first time, a flash of shock and dread appeared deep in his eyes.

Due to the front line being stretched too thin, combined with Bedivere's suicidal counterattack, the Knights of the Round Table's pursuit force finally stopped their advance.

Mordred snorted coldly and retreated with the remaining soldiers.

[Desert Defense Battle — Narrow Victory!]

With Mordred's retreat, the players all breathed a sigh of relief.

But immediately after, there was a frantic discussion about this mysterious knight, Bedivere.

"Holy crap, who is this guy? He sent Mordred, who had infinite firepower on, flying with one punch?!"

"What kind of Noble Phantasm is that silver arm? It's so cool!"

"The plot is getting more and more interesting. They are both Knights of the Round Table, so why is Bedivere helping us fight Mordred?"

Charles sat in front of his computer, checking information, his brows furrowed.

"Bedivere... In legend, he was the last knight to accompany King Arthur, and the one who returned the Holy Sword to the Lady of the Lake."

"But the myths didn't say he had a metal arm that could glow and even release a Noble Phantasm. What kind of foreshadowing did Old Thief Kirito bury in this?"

Charles vaguely felt that this wandering knight absolutely hid a shocking secret capable of overturning the entire Knights of the Round Table, and even the entire Camelot Singularity.

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