Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

No matter the field, she didn't want to hear Yinglin admit defeat.

Go for it!

We will never hold back any of our strength.

"So serious?" Yinglin asked, puzzled.

"Well... after all, in this world, the only person who can make me feel frustrated is you."

"I see, then I know."

After combing Artoria's hair into a ponytail, Yinglin patted her shoulder with satisfaction and said.

"How about this? Or are you thinking of changing your style, like braids or something?"

"No, that would make me seem too delicate."

"You want to be tougher, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Finally, a blue hairband was presented to the newly born King of Knights.

"Alright, get dressed and let's go. We'll also announce the future of the Kingdom of Britain while we're at it."

"it is good."

You've taken Artoria with you to her kingdom to announce the abdication of the Knight King.

This move, while seemingly shocking, was already known to many and therefore did not elicit any opposition.

As for those who firmly oppose Morgan, they will also be secretly eliminated by Agruven.

Morgan's ascension to the throne was remarkably easy, with little bloodshed, and almost a dreamlike process; he became the monarch of Britain as he had always desired.

It was also at this time that Brittham accepted Morgan's invitation and came to Britain.

Unfortunately, it seems there's no need for her here, so she'll stay by Morgan's side.

While the Kingdom of Britain was busy with Morgan's ascension to the throne, the Roman Empire had already begun to fracture.

With the loss of a new emperor and the imprisonment of many military nobles, the Roman Empire briefly descended into chaos.

Fortunately, Lucius had only recently ascended the throne, and his brothers were still alive and well, so it wasn't a matter of losing the emperor and having to worry about the successor.

In a short period of time, a new emperor was introduced.

Although the conflict seems to have ended, many problems still remain, and separation is likely to occur soon.

This succession dispute is fraught with problems.

However, you don't really care about the fate of the Roman Empire; you simply think it's okay to let Lucius go back.

prison

Even in a luxurious private room, Lucius maintained a relatively dignified demeanor.

If Artoria had harbored even the slightest hatred, she would have already given him a West Ice House Hotel package.

"It's you……"

Upon hearing footsteps, Lucius suddenly looked up and saw Yinglin's figure. He wanted to display the pride of the Roman Empire, but found himself to be just a prisoner and could only sit back down helplessly.

"What brings you here? Or are you here to say that my empire has already..."

Humiliation, torture, and killing.

These things had been repeatedly on Lucius's mind.

"I'll let you go back."

"Ok?"

"Britain has no need for any life unrelated to the Age of Gods. Your capture is an act of humiliation and a warning."

Lucius, who never imagined it would end like this, looked incredulously at the black-haired boy standing outside, gradually understood everything, and covered his face with a bitter smile.

"Are you being rejected? Humans living at the end of the Age of Gods."

“Otherwise what?” Yinglin replied calmly.

"Oh, right, before you leave, you will pay the price for the crimes you committed on this island."

"cost?"

"I don't need the money. Who knows if you'll turn around and point your guns at your own people?"

Because of the Age of Gods, Britain was already wealthy, and money was something that never required much thought.

"Only... dignity, you will not return with honor, but will sit in a prison cart, allowing countless Britons to witness your defeat."

"you!"

At this moment, Lucius was truly furious. He thought he could maintain his composure and was about to lash out when Shadowlin interrupted him.

“Hey, you don’t have a legitimate reason to refuse. You can’t just say that the crimes you committed yesterday have nothing to do with today. Just accept it obediently. If you still don’t like it, I’ll have Agraven deal with you and teach you some torture techniques while we’re at it.”

Lucius ultimately did not get angry. As the emperor, he knew very well how cruel those methods of torture were, and simply asked out of curiosity.

"What kind of torture?"

"The ultimate humiliation, at which point you can only pray that you can survive for three months under four big men, and... be destroyed and then rebuilt."

After saying this, Yinglin waved to his guards, ordering them to take Lucius out.

Those around felt a bone-chilling cold.

Four burly men, and three months.

The mere description is enough to send chills down one's spine; if one were to imagine the details, one might not even be able to stand still.

For example, Lucius is in this situation now.

In his mind, images of four extremely strong men with lewd eyes flashed repeatedly, paralyzed on the ground in fear, repeatedly refusing.

"No, no, this absolutely cannot be done!"

In fact, Yinglin had no idea how to find such a magnificent man; he used illusion magic to hint at Lucius's imagination.

It must be said that Baek Chin-nam's perseverance is truly terrifying; even a simple scene can terrify an emperor. In reality...

hiss.

I'd rather not think about it anymore, lest they misunderstand me as a pervert.

Upon leaving prison, Yinglin naturally had to take charge of the overall situation.

To offer a ceremony in celebration of the birth of the King of Britain.

……

Camelot

Today will be the day Morgan most hopes to see, with crowds of people all around, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye can see.

Without exception, they all gave a thunderous round of applause for the birth of the king.

Seeing this, Yinglin couldn't help but look at Agravivan beside him.

"I feel like they're all going to treat your mother like their only sun."

"Hmm... Your assessment is quite accurate." Agraven didn't know what to say, but he tried his best to make his mother enjoy the treatment befitting a king.

"Never mind, let Lucius come out later, sit in the prison cart, and take his men back."

Chapter 126 The Birth of the Queen

"Yes."

Following Yinglin's instructions, Agguiwen began making arrangements and left first.

Queen Morgan, standing tall in the square, casually cast a spell until a silver spire rose out of thin air and hung in the sky.

The queen, dressed in a magnificent gown adorned with numerous noble decorations, appeared at the top of the tower in an instant, bowing her head to her subjects.

Many words came to mind.

But after thinking it over, it's really just those polite words.

Morgan then followed his father, King Uther, and told his people one by one.

She only raised her beautiful, deep blue eyes, which seemed to burn with flames, when the most important announcement, namely her personal policy, was made.

"I hereby declare that the Age of Gods will never disappear from our hands, and the fact that the harvest has not decreased in recent months is the most significant result."

“Execute…these Roman nobles who have invaded our homeland.”

"The new Roman emperor will be carried in a prison cart to where he is to be rolled."

After saying that, she used magic to change the weather. The originally clear sky turned gloomy, and countless thunder dragons soared in the air, representing her hatred and anger towards these evil people.

They must be punished with thunder.

Below, Yinglin placed his hand on Artoria's shoulder and sighed.

"She really does like to do things her own way and doesn't care about the consequences."

"Yes, thankfully the man my sister met was you."

Artoria's eyes were filled with envy.

If it's her, then my sister...

Although it's a bit selfish, this is what Artoria wanted to see.

"It should."

While the two were talking, Gawain escorted Lucius, these Romans who did not deserve to die, through the streets of Camelot, where people threw eggs at him.

This scene would definitely not have been possible in ancient times, as eggs were extremely expensive and no one would have been willing to do such a thing.

But the gods were really something else; the price of these things was even much cheaper than in modern times, so people could buy eggs at will to vent their anger.

After the farce ended, Morgan, now queen and wearing a dark blue crown, turned her gaze to Yinglin and announced.

“From this day forth, Mehr shares all the powers of the King with me, and even if our orders conflict, he remains in agreement with me.”

Although it was impossible, Morgan still wanted to emphasize it.

This action left Yinglin stunned for a moment.

He remembered that this wasn't part of the discussion yesterday.

Could it be that Morgan came up with this idea on a whim?

However, many people were not surprised.

How could Morgan, who was never married, have a son and a daughter?

It also looks extremely similar to Shadowscale, the strongest knight in Orkney.

The identity of that person was revealed, prompting calls for action.

Therefore, many Britons quickly accepted it and burst into thunderous applause at that moment, with some even shedding tears.

It seems a bit outrageous, but when you think about how the Roman Empire and the Saxons plundered Britain, it's actually understandable.

Yinglin and his group were the ones who drove them away and killed them, so naturally they would be grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

Then, Morgan pulled off a classic move.

Seemingly forgetting what to say next, or perhaps frightened by his own bold decision, he simply vanished.

"I knew it. You always have such boldness before doing things, thinking of giving me a surprise, but you forget how to end it."

Yinglin clapped his hands and rushed to the top of the tower built by Morgan, announcing a series of benefits one after another.

The most useful of these is magical knowledge.

This is what the people need most.

Only with it can the fate of the family be changed.

Otherwise, you'll always be an ordinary person who accomplishes nothing.