Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

I understand that this behavior is incompatible with your creed.

"You can obey me, or you can leave me. Or you can join forces here to defeat me."

Give me your answer at sunset. That's all the time I can wait.

The king looked at the knights with a calm and indifferent gaze, devoid of any impurity or emotion, a mere declaration of the future fate of this land.

Behind her was the temple of God, the gate of heaven!

On the desolate wilderness, the Knights of the Round Table, gathered here, stood for a long time, silently looking at each other, and then walked one by one toward their chosen camps.

“Gao Wenqing, I believe the King’s decision is correct. Britain is crumbling. We have maintained this kingdom for a thousand years, but it is also gradually decaying. Only with the King’s existence can the country be considered complete. Therefore, only the King can grant salvation to this world and lead us into an eternal ideal world.”

The red-haired knight, standing on the gentle slope, gazed at the bare rocks and the ravaged land, as well as the lifeless fortress that was gradually sinking into darkness, and murmured to himself.

The Sun Knight standing at the rear fell silent, lowered his eyes, and offered no response or advice.

Not interfering with or judging individual choices is their final act of respect for each other as comrades-in-arms.

"However, I'm afraid I can't bear such behavior..."

The voice was as gentle and sensual as ever, but as the man stood up, crimson blood splattered onto the dust, leaving a glaring red stain.

“Tristan…”

The Sun Knight looked up in astonishment, staring at the two shocking bloodstains on his comrade's face and his tightly closed eyes, his voice trembling slightly.

If you can't bear it, then don't bother watching it; just treat yourself as a tool to carry out the king's orders.

Among the round table, the most sentimental knight made this choice.

"Let's say goodbye here, Gao Wenqing. The next time we meet, the me you know will no longer be here. I hope you can accept that..."

Tristan walked past Gawain, who stood there dumbfounded, and headed towards the setting sun.

Two hours later, the knights who had once fought side by side under the same banner went to their respective camps.

Gawain, Tristan, Lancelot, Agravain, and Gareth stood behind the king.

Percival, Gahoris, Palamedes, Bose, and Perinoa chose the opposite side.

The two stared at each other in silence, slowly raising the weapons that had once been soaked in the blood of their enemies, and pointing them at their former comrades.

……

As the last rays of the setting sun were gradually swallowed by the darkness of the earth, the sounds of gunfire and swords clashing and blades piercing flesh on the wilderness slowly subsided.

puff!

Gawain stood there gazing for a long time before finally taking his first step and slowly treading across the crimson flow of blood and the corpses scattered on the ground. He reached out and pulled his own holy sword from Gahoris's chest.

Under the crimson sunset, the knight, blessed by the sun, turned and walked toward his chosen side. Behind him, the wilderness was already littered with corpses, broken swords, shields, spears and lances scattered everywhere. Faces whose names could be easily called were pale and silent with their eyes closed.

Beneath the exquisite tranquility lies a brutally detailed depiction of hell.

Under the setting sun, the Lion King silently surveyed the battlefield where the outcome had been decided. Without the slightest pity or hesitation, she slowly raised her right hand, and a dazzling ray of starlight burst forth from her bloodless palm into the dark sky.

In an instant, an anchor of light pierced through the heavens and earth, tearing apart the surface of the world and revealing its cruel reality.

The Tower of the End, which sustained Britain, contracted, leaving a gaping hole that was visible to the naked eye. A fierce ethereal storm howled and blew, leaving no trace of life and causing rocks and soil to crumble in its wake.

At the same time, the earth trembled violently, and beams of light covered and projected across the entire holy city, identifying the lucky ones who had not yet been corrupted among the countless lives.

This is the Holy Basil who selects the purest souls.

Only a few are capable of bidding farewell to this decaying world, walking with the King, and stepping into the temple of God, the gates of heaven.

And after the Holy Salvation comes… Purification!

Under the convergence of countless starlight, the spiral-shaped spear of light crushed inch by inch the filthy life on the earth's surface, announcing the end of their journey.

Abandoning his choice and leaving the Holy City, the golden-haired knight stood high above, gazing at the millennia-old kingdom gradually crumbling under the dazzling light, the human bodies twisted and burning like weeds—the remains of his comrades who had melted into the light on the battlefield—and his pupils contracted sharply.

Do not!don't want!

In Camelot, at Sir Hector's mansion, a figure, wincing in pain and muttering incoherently, abruptly rose from the bed, leaning against the headboard and panting heavily. It took a full quarter of an hour before the pale face of the blond knight gradually regained some color.

Sigh, it's that dream again...

Kai raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, muttering to himself, feeling an indescribable unease and fear in his heart.

For the past two weeks, he has been having the same dream.

A nightmare about the future, about Britain...

At first, the dream was very blurry, just fragmented images without beginning or end.

But as time went on, the content became clearer and more vivid, and he saw more and more of it, as if it were something that was about to happen in reality, or something that had already happened.

Tonight, he finally witnessed the entire dream and its final ending.

Is this the ending?

As Kai murmured to himself, his expression became dazed for a moment. He looked up at the dark sky outside the window and fell into a long silence.

Meanwhile, at the Witch's House, a gentle breeze rustled the grass and trees at the edge of the courtyard.

Samael, who was drinking tea in the lobby, paused, frowned, and complained.

"When you go back to your own home, can you please stop being so sneaky?"

"Ahem, it's just a professional habit..."

As the air subtly distorted, the white-haired succubus sister, her eyebrows fluttering, defended herself.

You're a nightmare, a great sage! A fairy of paradise! A lake fairy! Don't talk to me like a petty thief!

Samael rolled his eyes at Meryl, who was clearly frivolous from head to toe, and then pointed behind him to give her a reminder.

"Never mind, Morgan is waiting for you at the workshop."

"You already said it?"

Mary shrank her neck, clearly looking guilty.

"Half and half."

Samael answered casually, then glanced at the somewhat timid Melly and waved impatiently.

"Go away, why ask so many questions? Just focus on your work!"

Forced by circumstances, driven by the monster, Mary reluctantly squeezed into the entrance to the magic workshop, nervously going to assist the witch.

As the living room returned to calm, even the air felt fresher. Samael stretched comfortably, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

He said everything he should have said, but he didn't say a word he shouldn't have.

In Morgan's eyes, he was still the dutiful guardian knight, helping her raise her children, protecting her from all kinds of open and hidden attacks, and willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with her to make the goddess Camelot fall and reclaim the power that belonged to him.

As for the mission of Paradise, which is to bring the Age of Gods to a close, as long as the result is the same, the reasons and the process are irrelevant.

Besides, he's not crazy. Why would he want to slaughter a bunch of people for fun? Why make things bloody when he can solve the problem by stripping Artoria of her divinity and having a peaceful coup?

Thinking of this, Samael raised his eyes and gazed wistfully towards the royal palace and the location of Sir Hector's residence, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Well then, Your Majesty the Lion King, it's my turn.

Overthrow the tyranny of the "cowboy," the future belongs to Sister Wang!

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Chapter 91 All of them had sex until they cried (4.8k)

Ever since the Lion King took Mordred for a spin on East Street, a mysterious gang has quietly appeared in the streets and alleys of the Holy City, committing crimes along the way.

In Camelot, both petty thugs and unruly nobles became targets of this mysterious gang.

Unscrupulous individuals who have done wrong during the day are often knocked unconscious by bricks or wooden sticks that seem to fly out of nowhere on their way out or home, and then dragged into a dark corner for a beating.

In the early hours of the following day, the citizens of Camelot would often see several of the daytime bullies transformed into bruised and battered figures, stripped naked, or with incriminating evidence hanging around their necks, stuffed into trash cans, or thrown at the sheriff's doorstep or the camp of the Knights of Justice.

According to the victims' tearful confessions, it was too dark, and the attackers were ruthless and vicious. They didn't see the attackers' faces clearly. The only thing they could be sure of was that the attackers seemed to be relatively short. Their ability to cover up their tracks and escape was extremely high, making them definitely professional criminals.

Besides the scoundrels in Camelot being targeted, even some residents' lost belongings or troublesome problems were conveniently resolved by mysterious righteous people passing by.

Each time they committed a crime, these mysterious people would leave behind crooked emblems. According to experts, these are unique markings and characters of fairies, and they share similar divine patterns with the savior team that appeared during the calamity in the southern border of the town.

Thus, news of the fairy knights' presence in Camelot spread.

It turns out that there are not only bad fairies, but also good fairies.

While the public was amazed, their perception of fairies changed drastically.

After they uncovered several slave trading caravans lurking in Camelot, they not only became an extra bonus for the Chastity Knights to boost their performance, but some observant individuals were also surprised to discover that these slave trading caravans seemed to have intricate connections with the noble lords.

It's important to understand that the slave traders' targets included not only fairies and rare magical beasts, but also a large number of humans.

After all, the majority of people in the world are ordinary people, and ordinary people are already like cattle and horses in Britain from birth. These greedy noblemen want to squeeze every last bit of value out of people.

The Camelot residents, who were watching the spectacle, easily adopted the perspective of the underdog and secretly applauded.

Those fairy knights who performed righteous deeds became a new source of popular creative material in the mouths of bards.

More and more stories of encountering fairies, receiving blessings, following their guidance to experience adventures and gain wealth, or fairies appearing to punish evildoers, are being sung.

The fairies' fame greatly increased, not only diluting the previous negative rumors, but also making humans even more fascinated and curious about their existence.

Those who had a general idea of ​​the identities of the unofficial knights either turned a blind eye or remained tight-lipped, keeping quiet and not daring to utter a sound.

Gradually, the atmosphere in Camelot changed without anyone realizing it.

At this moment, the ancient snake, the mastermind behind the propaganda war, is squatting at home, hunched over his desk, brainstorming more interesting legends and stories about fairies from his past life memories.

Due to a recent lack of inspiration, Samael shamelessly made radical changes to some fairy tales, such as Snow White regaining her kingdom with the help of the earth fairy; Cinderella being blessed by her fairy godmother, wearing glass slippers, and finding a happy marriage; and Beauty and the Beast, who accidentally wandered into a forest castle, was rescued by the fairy prince of the Fang Clan, and ultimately had a cross-species union...

Hmm, add a few wicked stepmothers, foolish nobles, hypocritical upper-class people, and ruthless creditors, and you're all set!

The latest story from the Bard will likely revolve around the hot topic of fairies, and the content is quite heartwarming and healing.

After working on it for a while, the ancient snake tossed the polished booklet aside with satisfaction, a pleased smile playing on its lips.

Whitewashing is something he excels at.

You should know that after the War of the Covenant, all the heroes and gods who had a mountain of debts and all sorts of messy affairs were cleansed of their sins by him and sent to slumber in the inner sea of ​​the stars.

For Samael, correcting the demons' bad reputation and reducing humanity's aversion to the species was not an easy task.

Tiamat, the mother of dragons who regained her reason and divine status; Ishtar, the goddess of the sky, the goddess of beasts, Gorgon, and Ereshkigal, who protected Uruk at the crucial moment; Enkidu, who abandoned darkness for light; Attila, the wandering star warrior who submitted to him; Nero, the Roman tyrant who became much more docile... These were all his past masterpieces.

Still trying to smear the demons and manipulate public opinion? With your level of competence, you think you can embarrass yourselves? Clean up your own mess first before you talk to me.

In Britain, who can I not wash except myself?

With a haughty hum, Samael looked at himself, black from head to toe, and felt a pang of sadness for himself.

Just as the ancient serpent, burdened with a false accusation, was feeling depressed, the fairy knights, whom the people of Camelot were talking about with great enthusiasm, were playing a role-playing game of King's Game in the courtyard.

Mordred, who had won the throne through card games, proudly slung the Clarent sword, a gift from the Lion King from the Weaponry Vault, over her courtyard-sized territory. After showing it off, she gestured for her defeated card-playing friends, who were now her subjects, to kneel down and assume a certain posture.

Immediately, Mordred raised the greatsword in her hand and placed it flat on the shoulders of Bagst, Bavanshi, Melusin, and others in turn. Imitating Artoria's actions during the investiture ceremony, she lowered her voice in a pretentious manner to display a touch of majesty.

"Bagust, by the authority of the king, I hereby appoint you as my elf knight and bestow upon you the name [Gawain]!"

Gao Wenqing, what a refreshing demeanor, and there was also a subtle display of arm strength in it.

Bagst felt an extraordinary affinity between himself and the title, and was very satisfied. He then solemnly accepted the investiture and the new title.

Similarly, Bavanshi and Melusin were also given names and titles by Mordred, becoming the Fairy Knight Tristan and the Fairy Knight Lancelot, respectively.

Although these two were not particularly interested in the bestowed name and title, they accepted their new identity willingly, as was their word.

Wow, you guys really know how to get the three most renowned people at the round table to work for you under pseudonyms.

Samael, who was in charge of looking after the children, watched the little ones play with great interest, making comments as he watched, treating it as a form of entertainment during his busy schedule.

There was no way around it; ever since she had encouraged Morgan to find a way to bring that Lion King down from his pedestal and into the dust, this witch seemed to have suddenly found an urgent purpose in life, and began to work with great enthusiasm in her magic workshop, studying new strategies.

Even Mary, who had been conscripted, couldn't get out for several days.

Therefore, the task of taking care of the children at home and the initial arrangements for the children's birth were all handed over to him.

This has led Samael to relive his days as a stay-at-home dad in the Alima Cave, keeping himself busy every day finding things to do for these energetic little ones.

In fact, the scoundrels who were beaten up in the streets and alleys, as well as the slave trading caravans that were dragged out from behind the nobles, were, strictly speaking, innocent bystanders who were caught in the crossfire.

The reason was simply that Samael couldn't take care of them all by himself, and seeing that the little ones were too idle, he gave them some random things to do.