Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Guinevere had changed, she already knew this.

However, no matter what the rumors were like, she never really understood what he had become until the truth of it all was revealed to her.

— until now.

Seeing Artoria's crumbling appearance, Gareth quickly helped Artoria. At this moment, she naturally saw the appearance of the person sitting in the center of hell. Become pale.

"Artoria..."

She wanted to say something to persuade Artoria, but she didn't know what to say.

"...let's go quickly."

However, before she spoke, Artoria spoke first.

"Leave here and join the Allied forces."

When he turned to meet Gareth's eyes again, Gareth noticed that there was something else besides tears in Artoria's eyes at this moment.

"We are going to meet up with Noknare and the others, and then hand over to everyone the information about Guinevere that we have discovered this time. That's the only way..."

Trying to grit her teeth and hold back the emotions that were about to burst out of her heart, Artoria said slowly:

"Only in this way can we find a way to defeat him."

It's really ironic. She was obviously his first partner, but until so many goblins were killed by Guinevere because of her inaction, until she witnessed all this with her own eyes, until now, Only then did she realize what that person had become...

——That was what she had to defeat, the devil.

"But, Artoria, you..."

Gareth opened his mouth, but nothing came out after that.

Arturia knew what she was worried about.

"He is no longer the Guinevere... At least, that is no longer the Guinevere I know... I'm sorry, everyone, until now, I have never truly understood aware of this.”

"Let's go,"

With one final glance towards Guinevere, Arturia finally made up her mind and said slowly:

"The next time we meet, it's time to defeat him."

Then, she finally turned her head and quickly left here with the other two people.

At the same time as she left, Guinevere seemed to feel something in his heart and looked towards the place where she last stayed.

However, he found nothing, and after wondering for half a second, he quickly turned his attention back.

At this moment, he had many things to worry about.

ps: This chapter has 4600 words. In addition to the daily 600-word update, there are still 23000 words that are owed. The current number of words owed is: 50300/[-].

Chapter 45 Death penalty, death penalty, all death penalty!

"I can finally leave..."

After watching the last goblin being sent to the guillotine, and after signaling for the remaining goblins to continue finishing, Guinevere quickly stood up and left the central square.

He really didn't want to stay in this damn place for a second.

Although it is said to be a central square, by now, this place has completely turned into a purgatory. Two-thirds of the population of Oxford have been turned into corpses. Dozens of five to ten meters high are piled on top of the central square. There was a mountain of corpses, and the blood turned the entire square into a sea of ​​blood with a radius of nearly a kilometer... It was really a mountain of people in a literal sense - no, it should be said to be a mountain of monsters and a sea of ​​monsters.

Even Guinevere, who was the initiator of all this, was somewhat overwhelmed by such a scene.

When he issued this order, tens of thousands of killings were just a number to him, but after visiting the scene in person, Guinevere could no longer hold such thoughts.

He is a warrior who has experienced many killings. Yes, it is not a big deal for him to take away a life with his own hands. A few corpses lying in front of him will not cause him any fuss...but the quantitative change will. There is absolutely no comparison between a few corpses and tens of thousands of corpses that caused a qualitative change.

To be honest, this is not the first time he has carried out tens of thousands of killings, but when he massacred Salisbury before, he directly paralyzed the city defense and then let Baguster, the beast's calamity, take care of everything. Mentioned, the other time the method was just to close the city gate and throw mors inside, and then lead troops in a few days later to kill all the mors.

At that time, when he led his troops into Salisbury, the ground in Salisbury was still neat and clean, and Morse would swallow up all the traces of the goblins - but it would be different if it was pure killing.

Although the last disaster in Norwich sounds very terrible, the number of goblins that were actually killed by it was only a few thousand, and most of them were directly evaporated by the sky fire. Even the corpses of those goblins that were swept to death in the aftermath They are also scattered in a large area of ​​ruins, which is not really scary.

This time is different.

This time it was a real Shura field. It was completely piled up in one place. It was not scattered over a large area and scattered among the countless houses. The deaths produced in batches were real massacres.

Even though he had tried hard to adapt to it for a long time, when he passed by a mountain of corpses that was seven or eight meters high, and after turning his head to take a look at the mountain of corpses piled up with all kinds of rotten meat, Guinevere still Some couldn't help but turn their heads away and covered their noses with their hands.

If we only talk about the impact of the picture, after watching it for so long these days, he seems to have become somewhat accustomed to it, but the strong, assailing smell of blood still makes him feel a little nauseous...

At this time, he couldn't help but miss his demonic state, probably because of the essential differences in life forms. His understanding of things like corpse meat and blood donation was completely different in human form and demon form. In his demonized state, he was indifferent to the smell of blood or burnt meat, and was even a little obsessed with it...but in his human state, it was difficult for him to adapt.

After all, it is difficult to get used to this kind of aversion to death based on the instinct of a living body.

This kind of thing is normal. I think back then he was also the kind of fierce player who could show off two bowls of pig's trotter rice while playing the zombie-killing game with blood and guts flying everywhere. However, he happened to be spotted in the group The video of the accident scene, the moment he sees the people or animals being deprived of their lives in reality, he will feel something completely different seeping into his heart along with the picture...and then soon... The disgust rising in his heart made him quickly cross those pictures.

At that time, he could probably feel it, and that feeling might be the so-called "magnificence of death" that perverted murderers in movies and TV shows are obsessed with, but he couldn't get it himself, he just felt nauseous.

As for now...

Guinevere turned his head again, looked at a corpse very close to him for a while, and then looked away.

The vague feeling of disgust still exists, even though he has caused so many killings, he still hasn't adapted...

Or maybe you shouldn't adapt, because as long as you're still a human being, you shouldn't adapt to this kind of thing.

He considers himself to have been a good person with upright views. Rather than taking away lives, he naturally hopes that he can be a hero who saves lives.

Even if he knew that the things he killed were all born objects, the act of taking away lives was still terrible.

Guinevere wanted to turn on the chainsaw man form and dilute this feeling of disgust with the chaotic state that was not like himself. However, since there were not many recharging times left, he thought about it and finally decided not to do so. He just accelerated his pace.

And in comparison...

Looking at the goblin guard following him who didn't seem to have any feelings about the scene, Guinevere couldn't help but shook his head.

Perhaps the essence of life does not have the emphasis and awe of death. Goblins seem to have no feelings about things like massacre and death. On the contrary, it seems that Guinevere, who ordered them to do these things, is too weak.

But that might not be a bad thing.

In a sense, this also allowed him to confirm that there was still something that could be called humanity left in him.

Such thoughts can make him feel a little less disgusted with what he has done.

The rest of the disgust didn't matter.

Because no matter what, the liquidation of those born fairies cannot stop.

His conscience as a human being made him feel disgusted with killing, and his conscience as a human being also warned him that he could not adapt to massacre. But at the same time, it was also this human conscience that made him unable to tolerate these scum continuing to live in this world.

Anyway, all I have to do next is work, which will make people numb.

As long as he has to deal with various affairs continuously, he will not have the room to hate himself.

"So, what happened?! How did the Children of Prophecy escape? Didn't I ask you to put shackles on them to block magic power?"

When he finally left that purgatory, Guinevere received the bad news that the Son of Prophecy and his party had escaped, and his blood pressure that had just dropped after self-comfort suddenly rose again.

"Yes, yes, sir, we did as we did, but..."

Captured by Guinevere's aura as he emerged from the sea of ​​blood and corpses, the goblin who reported the news immediately knelt down and stammered:

"According to the traces at the scene, the Children of Prophecy and the others directly used brute force to open the shackles."

"Brute force..."

Guinevere slowly covered his face.

That's right, because it was still easy to deal with Artoria before. He had almost forgotten that Artoria had shown some strange powers in the previous battle.

"Forget it...that's it, it's my fault, I don't blame you."

Very good, now there is one more thing to worry about. He has no time to slowly ponder the philosophical speculations about self and existence, mission and destiny, or killing and saving these messy things.

Thinking of this, Guinevere sighed softly, opened the water mirror again, and established communication with Bavansi.

There is still work to report next.

............................

"That is to say, did that guy Beryl escape in the end?"

After listening to Guinevere's report, Bavanshi said somewhat gloomily.

"Sorry... there is nothing we can do about this. According to the information I obtained from my investigation, that guy had already fled Oxford as soon as he learned that Woodworth was defeated."

"So... that is to say, you killed [-] to [-] goblins in Oxford, and the final answer you gave was nothing?"

Hearing that voice, Guinevere's head suddenly started to hurt.

After siding with him before, he returned to his side. As soon as he learned that Guinevere failed to produce any results, Woodworth began to charge against him again:

"Since you can't get the results, how dare you kill so many goblins?! I allowed you to do it freely, but I didn't let you kill like this! Eighty thousand! Among them, there are fully three goblins from the Fang Clan. Wan! Do you really understand how important the Fang Clan is to resisting disasters?!"

"But they deserve to die," Guinevere said lightly, "You set the ban on the Fang Clan, and I just helped you kill those guys who violated your ban. As for the other goblins... Who said they failed the test?"

"How can you do such a thing! Do you understand that the law does not punish everyone?! If you really want to liquidate them, there is no need to do it all at once! Can't you divide them and then kill some and suppress others and win over others? Why bother? Do we have to choose this moment to kill them all? We are still at war!"

"Because they deserve to die!" Guinevere said resolutely, "It's fine if I don't know, but now that I know, then they have to die!"

"Okay, you are amazing, you are noble..."

Woodworth was so angry that he gritted his teeth:

"Then, what kind of test is that? What good test is there?! Demonic nature can't withstand the test. Why do you judge them for crimes they haven't committed yet?!"

"Anyway, those goblins are just a bunch of unruly people. If they are left alone, they will cause trouble sooner or later. In that case, why not eliminate all the hidden dangers before this?" Guinevere said lightly:

"For example, if there is a benefit, should you frame your friends, or should you eat steamed buns dipped in the blood of your benefactor... Is there any need to live if you are born and cannot pass this test?"

"Nonsense!" Woodworth yelled, "If all the goblins fail the test, will you exterminate all the goblins?"

"Why not?" Guinevere said calmly.

"? Do you want to listen to what you are talking about?" Woodworth was stunned. "If all the subjects are killed, then who will we rule?"

"What does it matter? Anyway, fairies are a race that will grow out of the ground even if they are killed, right?"

Guinevere said lightly,

"For those newborn goblins, I will teach them to be "benevolent, righteous, propriety, wise, trustworthy, gentle, courteous and thrifty." If this still can only teach a group of ungrateful, ungrateful, and respectful people, then I don't mind giving those to them again. Shamelessly slaughter them all again."

"That's unreasonable! How can you be kind or respect life like this?!" Woodworth was angry, "I think you, a damn human, just want to exterminate the goblins! You are not thinking about the stability of His Highness's rule at all!"

"What does it matter? In the face of absolute strength, what does it matter if they are dissatisfied?" Guinevere shrugged, "Anyway, we have big fists, and with the strength of you and me, it won't be a problem even if we take on all the goblins in Britain. "

"you--!"

Upon hearing this, Woodworth's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to spray. However, after he realized what Guinevere had just said, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment before continuing:

"Although your understanding of our strength is right...but you are still too radical! I can't agree with it!"

"Alas..." Hearing this, Guinevere couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and said, "Sir Woodworth, I have heard in the past that before His Majesty Morgan disappeared, you had no objection to those who opposed him. The unruly people she rules have always been the most radical in attitude...but now I think you are still too conservative."

"That's because you don't understand governance at all!" Woodworth said angrily, "Ruling a country is not like you who can solve everything by killing and killing -"

"Okay! It's so noisy! Woodworth, shut up!" Until then, Bavanshi finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted the quarrel between the two people loudly:

"Anyway, Guinevere always knows how to rule this area! What he does is always outstanding. The original New Darlington relied on him to get here all the way. He has proven himself, and there is no chance of him reincarnating." You got Woodworth and you’re still dictating it!”

"Anyway, I support Guinevere! Death penalty! Death penalty! Those born fairies should all be executed! Woodworth! If you are not satisfied, just hold it in!"

"I--"

It was okay to be scolded by Guinevere, but now even the master was pointing at him and scolding him. Woodworth was so angry that his vision went dark, and he had the urge to rebel against her.

However, that impulse was quickly suppressed by him after he glanced at Rico, who was standing silently behind Bawanxi.

Perhaps such hardships are all tests given to me by Her Majesty the Queen... It is because Her Majesty the Queen trusts my loyalty that she entrusts me with such a difficult task.

After reciting this silently in his mind several times, Woodworth finally suppressed his breath and closed his mouth silently.

And at this moment, almost at the same time, messengers came to report from Woodworth, Guinevere, and Bavanshi at the same time:

"Report——! Oops! Sir! The Noknare Army in the north and the Round Table Army in the south seem to have started further actions!"

Hearing this, Guinevere frowned and quickly opened the system's battle interface.

[In December of 2018 in the Queen's Calendar, the Knocknare army in the north joined forces with Murien, Lancelot, the Son of Prophecy and others, and led the army to Oxford. 】

[In the same month, Percival from the south led the Army of the Round Table and set out for Norwich. 】

Divide the troops into two places and attack from the north and south at the same time...