Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Since it was the goblin knight Gawain who fought against the Calamity in last week's episode, and the men who took over from Gawain to suppress the Calamity were also Knocknare's subordinates, Guinevere and the Round Table Army did not directly confront the Morse group. There are big flaws in the acquisition of information.

But at this moment, Guinevere had no time to think about how Gawain had overcome this point before. Seeing the dark swarm of Morse coming in like a tide, Guinevere could only lead his army to fight against it.

So far, the only good thing is that the Morse group only has a special attack on the goblins, and except for Artoria, the other goblins in the Round Table Army, Guinevere, have not been brought over at all.

"Master Chief Graves! Where is Percival? Send an order for him to lead the army over!"

Guinevere raised his head and shouted at the subordinate he had sent to a higher place in advance. That man was the leading archer in the Round Table Army and had excellent eyesight.

"Report to the Lord! Lord Percival has led his troops to defend the North District!"

"North District? Are you taking people to the North District now? Hasn't it already fallen?!"

"Sir, there seem to be many residents there who have failed to evacuate. Sir Percival should be trying to buy them time."

"Tsk!"

Hearing this, Guinevere frowned more and more.

Percival's move was unwise in his eyes. Since the Boggart army guarding the Northern District had been defeated and a large number of residents there had been killed, the Round Table Army should simply abandon the defense of the Northern District and concentrate their forces first. Guard the southern district that has not yet fallen to protect the residents to a greater extent.

But Percival couldn't sit back and watch the residents of the North District being sacrificed, and directly led half of the troops to the North District to rescue the residents... This put the pressure on Guinevere.

and......

Guinevere turned his head and looked towards the port.

A large amount of magic power is gathering in that direction, and something with an overwhelming presence is approaching from that direction.

Even if he didn't understand the specific situation of the disaster, Guinevere could feel at this moment that something big was coming.

[The Morse swarms are like an endless tide, constantly coming from the sea. Together they form a dark ocean, rushing along the streets towards Norwich. 】

[You lead your troops to fight against the Morse group]

[Due to Morse’s special body structure, piercing attacks are extremely ineffective against him, and it is difficult for bows and arrows to effectively kill him]

[Although your subordinates' combat effectiveness has been greatly improved under your training, they are still unable to resist for too long in front of the endless swarm of Morse like a tide]

[At this critical juncture, please make your choice:]

[Since you have received the ominous omen in advance, you can get more tips from the options if you are more prepared]

[A: Tactical retreat, give up the front-on confrontation with the Morse group, retreat to Treasury City, and retain the strength of the Round Table Army to the greatest extent. (In order to better protect himself, Spriggan would probably be happy to make a deal with you.)]

[B: Use yourself as a wall, lead your troops to build a steel defense line, and stick to this place to buy precious time for the residents to evacuate. (But can you really stop the countless Morse?)]

[C: Make a desperate move, go deep into the Morse group alone, go to the dock, and fight to the death to try to solve the source of the disaster. (Wealth is gained in danger, but also lost in danger. Although this can alleviate disasters, do you really have the strength?)]

Guinevere pondered.

After playing for so long, he probably understands the urinary nature of this simulator. Generally speaking, when the simulator gives him several options to choose from in such a serious manner, he should have reached a critical node. The choice will greatly affect the subsequent plot, and it is very possible that even one option is incorrect and direct.

The three options before him now can be said to have their own pros and cons. Option B seems to be the most "correct" option. Guinevere can predict that if he is a decent character like Percival, he will not hesitate. Hesitantly choose this option.

But in fact, this option is the most irrational option nowadays. The prompts given by the simulator simply told him that this wave of Morse Round Table Army could not be stopped at all, let alone half of it was taken away by Percival. After the troops.

Option A is the most rational choice. Although it seems very "correct" and uncharacteristic, it is indeed the choice with the greatest benefits.

After all, Guinevere came to Norwich this time to ring the prophetic bell here. Zero-dollar purchase is one way to conquer the Treasury City, but directly acting as a bodyguard for Spriggan in exchange for the opportunity to ring the bell is also another way. ?This option can also preserve your own troops to the greatest extent!

Then Guinevere chose C.

A high school teacher said, choose the shortest among three long and one short, choose the longest among three short and one long, and when in doubt, choose C!

The most important thing is that Guinevere has been unhappy with Spriggan's stupid face for a long time. How can he compromise with him?

Playing games is so satisfying!

Again, if you don’t dare to gamble in a game, why not go home and plant sweet potatoes!

rushed!

Chapter 10 Hand of Disaster

Morse is a curse that has shrouded the Fairy Kingdom for tens of thousands of years since its founding. It is also a type of "disaster".

On the land of Britain, when a goblin forgets his innate mission and responsibility, that is, the meaning of his life, he will lose his glory and gradually forget his name.

Then, after losing his name, the goblin who was supposed to have no life limit would soon have his body corrupt and gradually decline and die.

Some of these fairies will turn into slime-like monsters that have nothing to do with the light after their death.

These monsters are Morse, the natural enemy of the goblins.

And Morse only needs to touch the goblins, and those goblins will be infected with the poison of Mountain Morse, and eventually the goblins will also turn into Morse.

Sounds like some kind of goblin version of a zombie.

However, that is limited to goblins. Morse's poison is ineffective against humans. This is why only the Round Table Army dares to use weapons with Morse poison unscrupulously.

It is also the reason why Guinevere dares to go deep into the Morse Tide alone at this moment.

Although it will hurt if you are hit by the mucus they spit out, your body will feel corrosive, you will suffocate if you are swallowed by them, and you will be killed if you are hit hard by them - but as long as you are not infected by their poison, then these are not harmful to you. Guinevere was far from a threat.

He immediately picked a certain Morse on the edge of the Morse Tide as the target of the endless trial, and then rushed over with a big sword.

Passing through the gaps in the Morse group, relying on the trained reflexes and steps to avoid the slime bombs spit out by Morse, rolling to avoid the attack launched by Morse's twisting body, and using the debris accumulated on the roadside to climb up Rooftop, avoiding the hordes of Morse.

However, even so, with his own personal strength, it was still too arrogant to cross the Morse Tide.

Along the way, he was completely surrounded and engulfed by swarms of Morse six times, crushed five times by a certain Morse's sacrificial impact, and killed eleven times by slime balls thrown by Morse.

However, because the endless trial is still in effect, he can start over again and again, constantly adjusting the route forward, changing the timing of entry, optimizing his movements, becoming more precise and faster each time.

After restarting several times, he finally reached the marked Morse, avoided Morse's attack with a side step, and cut Morse into two pieces with a horizontal slash.

Moreover, the moment he cut off the Morse, the Endless Trial was released, and Guinevere quickly selected a Morse in the distance, and the Endless Trial marked it again.

Relying on the marked objects that repeatedly refreshed the endless trials, Guinevere continued to carry out trial and error, moving forward inch by inch. After dying nearly a hundred times, he finally broke out from the crowd of Mors, and gradually Approaching the port.

His steps stopped.

——Ahead, he saw despair.

In front of the road, there is no trace of Morse. It was clear that they came like an endless tide before, but now they are completely extinct... as if they are afraid of "it" coming.

It was obviously still daytime at this moment, but there was no longer any sunshine. The sky was now completely covered by endless dark clouds. The sea water was turbulent in the darkness. In the darkness, the waves surged high, as if they were going to swallow everything.

A deep and filthy shadow extended from the boundless ocean, with a long and winding horn on its head. From the ocean, a huge body that was hundreds of meters high protruded.

What is covering his body is completely unclear at this distance and visibility. But from a distance, the jagged shadow on the edge of the huge silhouette looks like someone wearing a raincoat. Like a giant who came from afar across the sea.

The terrifying magic power contained in that body made it difficult for everyone present to breathe.

If that kind of thing were to land, the entire dock would be crushed in an instant, and the magic contained in it would be enough to easily destroy the entire Norwich.

Is there really any possibility of winning against something like that?

[When you truly see the true form of "Disaster", the "cursed hand" that appears from the sea, you realize that it is an opponent you absolutely cannot defeat. 】

[Even if you face such an enemy, will you continue to fight? 】

【whether】

"Now that we've reached this point, what other choice is there?"

Guinevere shook his head slightly, then raised his hand.

At the very least, get as much information about the monster as possible before you die, so as to accumulate a little bit of winning chance for the next time you try it all over again.

However, before he chose "yes", the light curtain in front of him changed again.

Behind him, in the vast Morse tide, the girl squeezed out of it in embarrassment, her body covered with various scars, exhausted, and her pilot-like travel hat was also at this moment She threw it somewhere, revealing her brilliant blond hair.

"Guinevere—!"

Her delicate and fair face was already covered with dirty ash at this moment. She looked dark and extremely embarrassed. Her forehead had been scratched, and there seemed to be a heavy blow on her face. There was a large bruise and some blood. It seeped out from her mouth, but she didn't even bother to wipe it, and stumbled towards him while shouting Guinevere's voice.

"...Artoria?"

Seeing Artoria's miserable and miserable appearance, Guinevere's voice trembled slightly, and he subconsciously reached out his hand, which was immediately grabbed by Artoria who tried her best to run in front of him.

As if she was worried that he would disappear, the girl's hand held on so tightly.

[Artoria is trying to stop you from fighting the natural disaster. She hopes you can escape with her. 】

[What is your choice? 】

Guinevere hesitated.

Although it was just a picture, the wounded look of Arturia flashing through the light screen still made him feel a little heartbroken.

But after much hesitation, he still chose to stay.

After all, if the nest is overturned, how can there be any eggs?

If he couldn't buy some time, how could Artoria escape?

Although it was just a simulation, Guinevere still couldn't tolerate his cook's wife dying in front of him.

[This "disaster" reveals its true form - the hand of disaster]

In the light curtain, the huge black shadow like a silent giant suddenly dispersed - until this moment, people desperately realized that neither the raindrops nor the sharp corners were just countless entangled objects. It's just a cursed hand.

But now, countless dark hands are rushing towards the dock, overwhelming the sky, like the door of hell opening, and the thousands of dead in hell are reaching out their desperate hands towards the world of the living, trying to take away what belongs to the living. Everything falls into the abyss.

[You firmly chose to stay and fight to the death against the hand of disaster. 】

[You launched the Endless Trial, targeting the Hand of Disaster. 】

[After dying 120 times seven times, your fighting spirit collapses and the endless trial becomes ineffective. 】

【you are dead. 】

[Of course, your desperate battle at the risk of your life only blocked the hand of disaster for ten seconds. 】

[Ten seconds later, the hand of disaster landed in Norwich. 】

[Three minutes later, endless cursed hands covered the entire Norwich. 】

[Except for the Treasury City, the entire Norwich was razed to the ground. 】

[This simulation is over. 】

Chapter 11 Can’t lose you

——In a hazy moment, I seemed to hear the sound of bells in the distance, so I woke up.

Waking up in a warm bed with a definite premonition.

"Disaster will probably come today."

This was always the case every time I was awakened by the sound of a bell. The storm suddenly came without any warning, and then unreasonably tore my ordinary life to pieces.

Therefore, when she woke up in Norwich on the last day, she naturally realized that today, such a storm would come again.

Then, of course, she remembered Gareth's dream.

"Guinevere will die in Norwich."

Just thinking about this frightened her.

Therefore, in front of the battle, when Guinevere asked everyone to retreat and he went to the depths of the Morse Tide alone, Arturia wanted to stop him.

There are too many reasons to stop him... Don't go, you can't do it, you will die, there is no point, there is no chance of winning...

--I can not lose you.

...It's really annoying, why is the child of prophecy a guy like me?

There is no self-confidence, no strength, no qualifications, and to this day, there is still no real sense of saving Britain.

Every time I wake up, I think about running away secretly.

However, he is the son of prophecy, raised by everyone in the village with this expectation, and was sent out by everyone with this expectation.

Therefore, she must work hard and kill her weak self.

——But to be honest, that was just her previous thoughts.

In her last life, after encountering so many injustices and receiving so many cold looks, the persistence in her heart became weaker and weaker.

Sure enough, I still don't like the Fairy Kingdom.