Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Saying this, Guinevere turned over the strange-shaped bone-handled blade in his hand, inserted it into the ground in front of him, and said lightly:

"Next, it's enough for me to guard here alone."

"No! Sir! Please let me fight, I am not afraid of death..."

Hearing this, Astor wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Guinevere with a wave of his hand:

"Don't worry about those messy things, they don't matter anymore."

He shook his head gently and said calmly:

"I'm invincible anyway, just leave it all to me. You don't need to fight. Just reduce some unnecessary casualties. The less you die, the better."

"Or do you think I will lose?"

Saying this, Guinevere turned his head and glanced at Astor.

"My subordinates dare not."

Captured by the killing intent that gradually surged into Guinevere's eyes, Astor, who was still furious because of the death of his old partner, shuddered and quickly lowered his head.

"Speaking of which, you and Jackba are good friends, right?"

Guinevere suddenly asked.

"......Yes."

"Okay, I understand," Guinevere waved his hand, "I will avenge him, please step back."

"...Yes." Astor lowered his head deeply, "May your military fortune be prosperous."

Seeing Astor quickly leaving to gather other princess knights, Guinevere couldn't help but shook his head:

"Wu Yun Chang Long... Why do you feel that the guys who said this sentence in the works I have seen before are all gone?"

"You'd rather plant a flag for me."

Saying this, Guinevere couldn't help but shake his head.

It doesn't matter anyway.

As he said, he is invincible now. If he loses just by planting a few flags, then he doesn't deserve to claim to be invincible.

Then, Guinevere thought about it, but still did not continue to stand where he was. Instead, he walked back a few steps, sat down on the main seat in the hall that had previously belonged to Spriggan, and inserted his sword casually. On the edge of the throne, his fingers casually rested on his knees and tapped lightly, while letting the black hair, which had not been trimmed for a long time and had grown day by day, hang down on his shoulders.

The eyes are gloomy.

When Artoria was the first to rush into the hall, she saw Guinevere like this.

Compared with the last time they met, Guinevere's face seemed to be a little more sinister this time. At the same time, a strong and substantial murderous aura also followed her intrusion, and instantly pressed on her heart. , the pressure made her breathless for a moment.

"coming?"

Seeing her appearance, Guinevere also nodded slightly, then slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword beside him, and said lightly:

"Then let's fight."

"Wait a minute! Guinevere!"

Seeing Guinevere about to draw his sword and stand up, Artoria quickly said:

"I came here first, before the war started. I still have something to say to you!"

Hearing this, Guinevere couldn't help but feel a little funny.

It's already reached this point, but Artoria hasn't given up talking to him yet. It's obvious that they have been enemies for a long time.

——Still so innocent.

However, after Guinevere tapped his fingers on the hilt of the sword a few times, and after a few seconds of silence, he still nodded and said:

"......you say."

"Guinevere, I know you are very powerful, almost invincible in Britain... But now that everyone is united, if you continue like this, you will become the enemy of everyone! You Can’t win!”

Artoria said loudly:

"If Guinevere is coerced by her or has some unspeakable secret in siding with Tristan, then turn back!"

"It doesn't matter if she casts a spell on you. As long as the rules of operation are related to magic, I have tools here that can completely remove that spell. Just tell me what type of spell it is!"

"It doesn't matter even if the spell backfires on you, I have a bottle of secret medicine here that can instantly heal all your injuries!"

However, after listening to her words, Guinevere did not make the choice she expected...but after two seconds of silence, she couldn't help laughing.

"...Pfft, ha, ha ha ha ha ha!"

He was almost laughing with tears. After laughing loudly for a long time, Guinevere laughed until the expression on Artoria's face became more and more confused, then shook his head and sneered:

"It almost made my abdominal muscles hurt from laughing... I thought you were the first to rush to me so anxiously, so what else could you say... but you just said something this?"

"No...isn't it right?"

Artoria said a little confused.

"Bavanshi forced me... Ha, this is really a big joke." Guinevere laughed, "Artoria, do you want to see what's sitting under my butt?" What?"

"Is it...the lord's seat in this hall?" Artoria subconsciously said.

"Yes, it's the chief seat,"

"——Don't you understand yet? It's me, not her Bavanshi, who is sitting in the chair of Norwich. Oh, it's the Tristan you're talking about."

Looking at Artoria who had gradually understood what he was talking about but was unwilling to believe it, Guinevere said bluntly:

"From the beginning to the end, the one who makes the decision on the part of the Bawansi forces is me, not her, Bawansi."

"How, how is it possible..."

There was no trace of hesitation or concealment in Guinevere's eyes. Arturia took two steps back with a pale face:

"Then, the massacres that happened in so many territories before..."

"I asked them to do it," Guinevere said lightly. "The race of goblins is really an eyesore. Nine times out of ten, they are born, so I asked my subordinates to do a simple test and then select them. Protect the good fairies who came out of it, and then kill all the remaining bad fairies."

"Oh, by the way, the kidnapping case you encountered in Norwich before was when I asked my subordinates to capture and protect some fairies who passed the test and were pretty good."

"Well, thank you for stopping me. Otherwise, on the day of the Norwich Disaster, many good-natured goblins would have died less in Norwich."

"This...how, how could..."

Being greatly shocked by Guinevere's words, Arturia took two steps back in despair, her face became paler and sweat quickly formed on her forehead.

However, she quickly remembered something again, as if grasping some life-saving straw, she quickly said:

"But, you obviously killed some good fairies before!"

"For example, the hotel goblin named Mike in Oxford...and in Oxford before, I could read the voices of the goblins, and there were still some kind-hearted goblins among them... ..Not all you kill are bad goblins.”

"Mike...oh, it's him. Is that so? He was killed by me..."

Hearing this, Guinevere was stunned for a moment. He had some impressions of the goblin named Mike. In that brief contact, he also felt that the goblin might not be bad in nature...

Thinking of this, his expression darkened slightly for a moment, but soon returned to normal:

"So? So what?"

"Eh?" Artoria was stunned, "What the hell...you killed a good goblin by mistake. Shouldn't you feel sad in your heart?"

"Are you sorry... Indeed, the emotion of regret is indeed a little bit. I am indeed sorry for those kind fairies who were accidentally killed by me, but there is nothing I can do about it."

Guinevere shook his head and said:

"Although I tried my best to screen the goblins, how could something like this not go wrong? If they are coerced by a group, people will often make choices that are not what they really want to make. This kind of thing Under such circumstances, it is inevitable to make mistakes...but what can we do?"

"Did I let them choose the wrong one? Did I not give them a chance to choose?"

Saying this, Guinevere slowly stood up from his seat, and as he stood up, the pressure he gave Artoria began to increase exponentially:

"Ninety percent of the fairies are beasts, and after screening, the probability that there will be good fairies among the fairies who are finally killed is slim to none."

"You want me to let go of the 90.00% of the beasts for the sake of the [-]% of good fairies that may exist?"

"But have you ever thought about how many people and goblins will die at the hands of those 90.00% nine beasts in the future? If this goblin Britain is allowed to maintain a situation of nine to one between evil goblins and good goblins, what will happen again in the future? How many people died?”

Saying this, Guinevere pulled out the strange-shaped blade stuck in the ground and took a step forward. As he stepped forward, Arturia subconsciously took a step back.

Until now, she could only whisper:

"But, even so, it wouldn't be right to ignore those good fairies who were killed by mistake..."

"So you are going to allow so many tragedies to continue to happen in the future?"

Guinevere suddenly raised her voice and suppressed Artoria's words.

"My goal has always been to kill by mistake rather than let go."

"I know this is a heinous crime, but so what? Someone has to do it."

"I've shouldered this debt."

"But......"

Artoria wanted to say something else, but Guinevere interrupted her abruptly:

"It's useless to talk more. Now that we're on the battlefield, be prepared to fight."

Saying this, Guinevere pointed the tip of his sword at Artoria and said calmly:

"Besides, don't you understand that I am invincible?"

"In that case, why do you think you have even the slightest chance of winning?"

ps1: The extra update is here, well, it’s not even twelve o’clock, it’s morning.

A total of 4300 words have been updated today, which is equivalent to the normal four updates. This chapter has 4300 additional words, and an additional 29300 words are owed. The current number of words owed is: 50300/[-]

I haven't slept all night, and I can't stand it anymore. I'll catch up on some sleep first. I'll update the [-]-word story tomorrow.

ps2: The facial features of this AI picture are not very good...but there is nothing I can do about it. Because of the solid state switch, my ps crashed and I can't manually modify the facial features by myself...that's it. Bar.

Chapter 51 Useful?

Almost at the same time that Guinevere and Arturia had completely broken up, the hall where he was was completely torn down.

The main entrance was blown away, the walls on both sides were smashed, and even the ceiling above was lifted open by several giants under Noknare. At the same time, a huge crowd rushed towards Guinevere. Come over.

Among the large number of enemies, there were Percival, Gareth, Redela, Lancelot, Oberon, these familiar faces that Guinevere was familiar with, and there were also a lot of people he had never seen before or just... Guys I have seen once or twice, who also exude the aura of an outstanding warrior, such as the spearmen who look like Diarmuid and Finn, Noknare's deputy Aiken, in addition to Some of them defected to their queen's knights.

And even Arturia, who was clearly shaken in front of him, gritted her teeth at this moment and took out the long knife again, which was exactly what Guinevere had captured before and was later escaped by her. The sword Lightning Pill returned from the treasure house.

"Ah... I really found a lot of guys."

Guinevere held the bone-handled blade in one hand, and pressed the other hand on his chest, gently hooking the line connected to his heart:

"But, to be honest, I quite like Woodworth's quote."

“No matter how much dust accumulates, it is still dust.”

As soon as he finished speaking, with the sudden sound of sonic boom, the elf knight Lancelot rushed to Guinevere in an instant. The scabbard that was originally folded behind him suddenly turned around, with sharp magic power. , suddenly pierced Guinevere's chest.

"Ah--"

Looking at the metal mask so close at hand, Guinevere laughed, blood gushing out of his mouth:

"You are really impatient, Lancelot. In your words, a woman like you who doesn't even like to hear others finish their sentences is not very popular."

As he said this, his face changed drastically in the next moment, and a ferocious strange-shaped metal mask instantly attached to his face. At the same time, a sharp blade with the same shape as the sword he held in his hand stabbed out of his face, Yao Lan quickly turned her head to avoid being pierced directly in the face by the sharp blade.

But at the same time, the aura exuded by the demon incarnation that was almost face to face with her made her body freeze for a moment.

"I'm curious, Lancelot."

When she came back to her senses and wanted to close the distance with Guinevere again, a hand attached to her scabbard, which was not known to be carapace or metal, had already tightly grasped her scabbard, making Lance Lott was unable to retreat for a moment.

"In such a chaotic and small place, how much can you use your speed advantage?"

Then, an extremely fierce knee hit her abdomen. The violent impact made her feel as if her internal organs were shaken, and her body arched up like a shrimp.

Then, Guinevere let go of the hand holding her scabbard, spun her body rapidly, and kicked the goblin Lancelot in the face with a roundhouse kick, and immediately kicked her out like a cannonball. It directly hit the head of a giant that had just lifted the roof, and instantly completed the headshot of the giant. Among the scattered flesh and blood, Lancelot continued to be thrown out in embarrassment.

"How is it possible? That is Lancelot, the strongest and fastest fairy in Britain..."

This extremely impactful opening ceremony caused the movements of the large number of goblins around who were about to attack Guinevere to stagnate slightly.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! After all, he is only one person! No matter how invincible he is, he can't defeat so many of us!"