Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize-Chapter 715: Battle of Camlann

To Mordred, Arthur's actions feel like an ungrateful betrayal. How dare this ungrateful wolf bite the hand that fed him?

Mordred considers informing her mother about the situation, but seeing Morgan's fragile state—just beginning to recover from her depression—she decides against it. She doesn't want to burden her mother with Arthur's treachery.

"Let's just beat the shit out of that ungrateful bastard and tell Mother later," Mordred thinks. She has no intention of killing Arthur; her only goal is to subdue him.

Mordred heads to the workshop and picks up several control orbs her father left for her. These orbs are typically used to command the golems that serve as the primary fighting force of the Lake of Avalon.

The battlefield has already been chosen: Camlann Field, a vast plain ideal for a decisive battle.

Mordred brings thousands of warrior golems, left by Daniel for their protection, to the battlefield. As a knight under Arthur's command, Mordred has been branded a traitor and rebel. Unlike the legends that portray her as a scheming villain, Mordred is simply a knight who wants to enjoy her time with her family. She has no one to fight for her except the golems.

On Arthur's side, more than ten thousand soldiers and thousands of knights have answered his call. Over the years, Arthur has done well in consolidating his power, as the sheer number of people responding to his summons is staggering—more than ten times the number of Mordred's golems.

Seeing the overwhelming numbers on the opposing side, Mordred doesn't waver. She scoffs and activates all the golems. The golems respond, shifting into battle mode. Equipped with mana shields, reinforced armor, and enhanced combat capabilities, they are far stronger than the average knight.

It could be said that in this battle, the two sides are evenly matched. In fact, Mordred's side holds a slight advantage, as golems never tire.

The two sides stand opposing each other, face to face. Arthur notices that Mordred's side consists only of battle golems, with no humans joining her. He smirks, seeing this as proof that his efforts to consolidate power have paid off. Even the mages dissatisfied with his rule have not come to her aid.

"It seems no one has answered your call, traitor! This shows that your cause is unjust!" Arthur declares, his chin held high, showcasing his majesty to all his soldiers and knights.

"Shut up, Arthur. The reason no one joined me here is that I didn't want to bother them. Besides… speaking of traitors, I think that title suits you far better than me. Don't you think, Artorius?" Mordred smirks.

Hearing his old name—the one he used when he was still a servant—brings back memories of a time when he was meek and powerless. This enrages Arthur, as the memory tarnishes his majestic image and undermines his authority. He had already killed everyone who knew of his origins, except for a select few like Morgan le Fay. Being reminded of that time feels like a humiliation.

"You! Traitorous cur!" Arthur curses, then raises his sword and points it forward. "Advance! Kill the traitor!" he roars, leading his army to clash with Mordred's battle golems.

The battle begins, with the two sides clashing. The archers unleash volleys of arrows at the battle golems, but the arrows merely scratch the surface before falling harmlessly to the ground.

The infantry quickly forms a spear wall to resist the golems' charge, but the golems' armor is too durable. Like needles striking an anvil, the spears fail to make a dent. The spear wall crumbles as the shafts break, though the momentum of the charge slows slightly—but not enough to mitigate the force of the impact.

The clash begins, and the front row of infantry is knocked back, their bodies thrown into the comrades behind them. Some are impaled by the swords or spears wielded by their allies, while others fall to the ground and are trampled underfoot.

The knights attempt to flank from the sides, but Mordred commands two flanks of golems to resist the charge. The knights' charge is powerful but not beyond what the battle golems can handle. While some golems are destroyed as their cores or bodies are pierced by dwarven-forged steel lances, that's the extent of the knights' success. The golems close in, and the charge quickly turns into a chaotic brawl.

The knight's roar reverberated, mixed with the horse's neighing sound. The golems rampaged through the knights' ranks, disrupting their formation.

Some knights manage to retreat and regroup for a second charge, but it lacks the momentum of the first. This time, the charge fails to destroy even a single golem, and the knights are soon locked in another brawl, rendering their cavalry advantage useless.

This battle is witnessed by both elves and dwarves who still trade with Camelot after Merlin's departure. Many elves and dwarves had already decided to stop trading with Camelot once they learned Merlin was no longer there, but some remained optimistic.

Many mages also observe the battle, some sending familiars like crows, cats, or snakes to watch in their stead. A few even consider intervening if Mordred were to lose.

One of the observers is Morgan le Fay, also known as Envy, the adoptive mother of Mordred. She watches from the outer rim of the Battle of Camlann, ready to intervene if things take a turn for the worse. She believes she can end the conflict peacefully with Arthur, as she once adopted him. Surely, he would listen to her, at least a little.

The brawl continues, with both Arthur and Mordred doing their best to support their armies. Arthur cuts down many golems, while Mordred clears large swathes of knights and infantry with every swing of her sword.

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Daniel had left Mordred with numerous artifacts, both defensive and offensive. Her armor is nearly impervious to all damage except Excalibur in Arthur's hands, and her sword is incredibly powerful—its raw destructive force even surpassing Excalibur.

Seeing this, Arthur rushes toward Mordred to intercept her. The two clash, sparks flying as their blades parry and deflect. Their sword skills are evenly matched, but Arthur's experience from years of warfare gives him an edge.

Although Mordred is less experienced, she learns quickly. Coupled with the armor that Daniel left for her, which enhances her physique, she has more room for mistakes and corrects them.

At first, the fight is fierce, with Arthur holding the advantage. Mordred is forced to step back and defend, her armor bearing scratches and marks from her errors. But as time passes, Mordred begins to learn, noticing Arthur's habits and weaknesses in his stance.

With her armor boosting her strength and her youthful stamina, Mordred outlasts Arthur. The king begins to pant, his reflexes slowing, and his mistakes growing more frequent. Yet, Arthur notices that Mordred doesn't take advantage of his errors to finish him off. This makes him smile, thinking she's too inexperienced to seize the opportunity.

Unknown to him, Mordred isn't taking those opportunities because she doesn't want to kill him—she only wants to subdue him. And subdue him she does.

Another mistake gives Mordred the opening she needs. She spares Arthur's life, sending a non-lethal strike instead. A flash of steel sparks as Excalibur is struck from Arthur's hand. His right thumb muscle spasms in pain as the sword falls to the ground. Mordred sweeps his legs, sending him face-first into the dirt, and points her sword at his neck.

This scene is witnessed by all of Arthur's knights. The moment Mordred's sword points at Arthur's neck, his loyal knights call for a halt to the battle. The golems on Mordred's side also stop.

The two sides disengage, slowly backing away. The aftermath of the battle is clear: the battlefield is littered with the scrap metal of destroyed golems and the corpses of knights and infantry from Arthur's side. The casualties on Arthur's side are far greater, given their larger numbers. It's evident that the tide of battle favored Mordred.

The observers relax as the battle comes to a conclusion. The casualties on Camelot's side are significant, but the damage is not irreparable. The losses to the army can be recovered within a year or two of drafting new soldiers. It's not a blow that will cause lasting damage to Camelot.

Everyone observing lets out a sigh of relief. Even though Camelot is not as strong without Merlin's support, and some may doubt its future, Camelot is still considered the force that maintains order. Most would rather see Camelot stand than fall to ashes.

"Give up, Arthur. It's over. You should abdicate and let someone else rule Camelot," Mordred says.

"Heh! Who will rule it? You?" Arthur scoffs.

"No, I'm not the ruler type. I think we should conduct the Trial of the Sword in the Stone again to choose a new ruler. You're clearly no longer worthy of that sword or its power…"

Mordred's words make Arthur clench his fists in anger and frustration. Camelot is his, and he is Camelot! But deep down, he knows the sword has been resisting him lately. He can no longer draw more than the bare minimum of its power, which is one of the reasons he lost to Mordred.

"Seriously, Arthur… if my father were here, he would be disappointed in you…"

Mordred's words are the final straw that breaks the camel's back. The demon inside Arthur's heart flares up, his deep jealousy turning into a burning grudge. He hates Merlin more than anyone, and the mention of Merlin being disappointed in him feels like a slap, dragging him back to the days when he was powerless and everything he had was granted by Merlin.

Morgan le Fay senses something is wrong and immediately rushes toward her daughter, Mordred.

Before anyone realizes what's happening, Arthur grips Excalibur and plunges the blade deep into Mordred's stomach. The sword destroys both her stomach and her spine. Mordred is caught completely off guard, thinking the war is over. Her face fills with disbelief as she looks at Arthur's twisted expression, a mix of rage and hatred. This… this sneak attack is too dishonorable for a king to commit… yet here it is. Arthur, in a fit of anger, has done the unthinkable.

Mordred slowly falls to the ground, the power of the sword ravaging her body and destroying any hope of recovery.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" Morgan le Fay screams, her heart shattering as she catches her daughter's lifeless body. Mordred didn't even have a chance to say goodbye before her consciousness faded into darkness… her eyes wide open, filled with disbelief at the sudden turn of fate.