Dark Soul Moon

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tenth year.

Artoria stood in front of the crumbling sealing circle.

All the knights of the round table and the watchers of the abyss knelt on one knee.

Only the witch is still standing.

"Have you really decided?" Her expression was complicated.

Merlin found her in the painting world and told her about Artoria's decision.

The goal she didn't achieve at the beginning, after going around in circles for five years, was finally accomplished in such a dramatic way.

From now on, Morgan is the new king of Britain.

"Yes, only by doing so can Britain be saved."

Artoria's voice reached her ears, and it also reached everyone's ears.

A look of self-blame appeared in the eyes of the Knights of the Round Table, and they hated in their hearts that they couldn't do anything and could only watch the king make his own choice.

A look of admiration appeared in the eyes of the abyss watchers. Artoria, who was about to suppress the abyss by herself, deserved their respect.

The last person to receive such admiration was Lion Knight.

The Lion Knight founded the Abyss Watcher and led the Watcher in a long struggle against the abyss.

And now, the Lion King is about to crush the Abyss forever.

Morgan was silent.

She couldn't understand why Artoria made such a decision.

From the witch's point of view, this kind of behavior is completely useless to Arturia.

Stay in the darkness forever, fight the darkness forever.

Just thinking about it makes the witch shudder.

This is a struggle until the end of life.

Arturia was still alone.

Suddenly, she remembered the words of Lion Knight: "Artoria can burn herself for an ideal, but you won't."

"..."

Thinking about it now, Lion Knight was right.

For a split second, Morgan felt he had lost.

Even though she won the throne and everything she ever dreamed of, she seemed to get nothing.

This throne was not taken back by her, it was given to her by Artoria, and she discarded it like a shoe, like a charity.

The Lion Knight has long since died, and her research has come to a standstill.

Moreover, Lion Knight saw through the essence of her and Artoria very early on.

She and Artoria, like each other, made their own choices.

Morgan agreed to Artoria's proposal to inherit the British throne and rule Britain to ensure that Britain would not collapse because of Artoria's disappearance.

Artoria, on the other hand, will enter the abyss alone and suppress the darkness until the end of her life.

Before that, she had arranged everything.

Now, Artoria, who is alone, chooses to enter the sealing circle.

The reason why she made such a choice was not only Arturia's own thoughts, but also because the situation was already very bad.

The monsters that emerge from the abyss become extremely powerful, often requiring the cooperation of multiple abyss watchers to kill a single monster.

Among them, a new enemy appeared, that is the knight wearing a hood.

After some hooded knights die, they will not disappear into black mist, but turn into corpses, and then be swallowed by the abyss again.

These hooded knights are not only good at team fighting, in one-on-one battles, most of the abyss watchers are often unable to defeat each other.

Therefore, when they first appeared, the monitors and ghost soldiers paid a lot of casualties to wipe out the gushing monsters.

After that, the Overseer casualties began to rise significantly, as the Hooded Knight appeared in every wave of monsters.

The hooded knights who died and turned into corpses were much stronger than those who died and turned into black mist, and it was often these hooded knights who caused the most casualties.

So, in a certain battle, the leader of the watchers of the abyss, Mordred, the ninth knight of the round table, infected the abyss during the battle.

Needless to say the ending, this is the end of the monitor.

In the end, Mordred chose to lock himself in the sealing circle and fight to the death.

Seeing the figure of the king disappearing from their eyes, all the knights lowered their heads, offering their respect and loyalty silently.

"My lord, I wish you prosperous martial arts."

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