Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Since this guy bears the name of the British Swordsman and takes action whenever his enemy comes up, he must be very confident in his own strength.He really wanted to see what kind of interesting expression would appear on the face of this human being known as Britain's strongest after he found that he couldn't even break his own defenses.

——But wait a moment, does there seem to be something wrong with the aura of the sword in his hand?

Just when Beryl thought of identifying the sword in Guinevere's hand, he suddenly heard Guinevere say:

"Ma Xiu is not avoiding you in particular. In other words, she probably doesn't even remember that you exist."

"—"

Suddenly hearing that name again, Beryl's eyes widened in surprise, and all his thoughts were focused on understanding the meaning of that sentence, but he no longer had time to think about it.

Anyway, this body is very powerful, so it doesn’t matter. Compared to that, why does this guy know about Mashu——

Just when Beryl had this thought in his mind, his raised arm suddenly felt pain.

Then, the blood from the broken arm splashed all over his face. After the sword in Guinevere's hand easily cut off Beryl's wrist that raised to block, it was extended towards his body again. Before Leal could react, it had penetrated his chest.

"--How can this be......"

Just as Beryl's face showed shock and consternation, he suddenly heard Guinevere say:

"Idiot, you will be distracted if anyone mentions Mashu, right?"

Then, with a twist of the sword hilt in Guinevere's hand, Beryl's left shoulder, half of his heart and chest were cut off.

"To be...so despicable...wait a minute!"

In an instant, Guinevere's mental defense was torn apart with words, and then, Beryl lost half of his body and heart in an instant.

But at this time, a kind of shock that was even worse than the current pain overwhelmed him.

"Oh it's you......"

"?What do you mean-"

When he saw Guinevere wavering for a moment because of what he just said, Beryl suddenly took out a bottle of potion from nowhere.

"Wait, stop him quickly!"

Realizing what he wanted to do, the elf Tristan suddenly spoke out, but it was still half a step too late.The next moment, a large amount of thick and deep fog engulfed everyone, and at the same time, it blocked all the perception of magic in the fog.

When Guinevere swung his sword to blow away the thick fog, Beryl had already fled hundreds of meters away.

[Unexpectedly, Beryl escaped from your hands. Facing his escape, the goblin knight Tristan reacted very fiercely. She immediately urged you to catch up and kill Beryl. 】

"Why are you standing there? Go after him! You should know what kind of beast that Beryl is! Keeping him here will definitely be a big disaster. Kill him quickly!"

"But the situation in Norwich is already very critical! Beryl came here to delay our steps. You are going after him to follow his wishes! Do you want Guinevere to let go? Are you ignoring all the fairies and people in Norwich?!"

[Boggart and Murien objected to this. They believe that now that Bagster has approached Norwich, the Boggart is unable to survive alone, and you should rush to the rescue as soon as possible. 】

"..."

Just when Guinevere felt a bit in a dilemma, he suddenly heard someone's voice. After being stunned for a moment, he quickly made a choice.

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

"Ha, ha, didn't you come after me? What good luck,"

Dragging his scarred body, Beryl ran away desperately.

Not yet, not yet ready to die.I haven't seen Masu yet, so I can't fall down so easily.

Fortunately, although Woodworth's fairy domain and defensive power are not worth mentioning in front of the holy sword, the holy sword is a holy sword. Although it is extremely sharp, it will not be poisonous after cutting people. Or additional effects such as curses, so that Woodworth's outrageous vitality cannot be suppressed.

"But I didn't expect it. Was it that guy? Damn it, why do I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity when I look at him? I didn't recognize him earlier. If I had known it was him, I wouldn't have thought about him in Norwich. Steal his heart or something, just kill him by any means necessary..."

Recalling the opportunity he had missed before, Beryl's face couldn't help but look a little ferocious.

"However, that doesn't matter. Relying on the body's powerful self-healing ability, as long as I recuperate for a while, I will soon be able to regain my mobility. By then, I will still have a way to bring this fairy country to destruction. ——”

"How disgusting? What are you talking about? Are you here to steal my job?"

Just as Beryl was muttering to himself and thinking about his next plan, he suddenly heard a strange voice ringing in his ears.

Without hesitation, his body lunged forward. After quickly closing the distance from the owner of the voice, he quickly turned back, only to see a young man wearing an elegant white robe looking at him. Standing behind him, he was looking at him with disgust.

"It's you?"

Beryl quickly recalled the identity of the other party. Before he recognized the damn guy, he had tried to get the guy's internal organs in Norwich. At that time, standing in front of him, The one who stopped him was this white insect young man.

"What's going on? Did you come here to chase me alone?"

That time, it seemed that he almost killed this guy with just a bottle of insecticide.

Speaking of which, the reason why I was able to escape so smoothly that time was thanks to taking this insect young man as a hostage.

Thinking of this, Beryl couldn't help but feel a little relaxed. :

"What's going on? Am I a little too flat? How dare you come after me alone? Do you still think I'm as easy to deal with as before?"

"To deal with you, not even pesticides will be of use this time. With Woodworth's body's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to kill you even if you are seriously injured."

"Yes, yes, I remember it quite clearly." Regarding Beryl's sarcasm, Oberon didn't seem to care at all. He quickly put away his disgusted expression and replaced it with gave a hypocritical smile:

"I'm very impressed. That pesticide of yours is very effective. I really suffered a lot. I remember you said at the time that you were quite confident in the field of potions... ....”

"What do you mean?" Beryl asked a little confused, "What exactly do you want to express? Unless you are also very good at potions?"

"No, no, no, how could it be possible?" Oberon waved his hand quickly, "My knowledge in the field of potions is completely worthless, but that is, is there a possibility?"

Oberon then smiled and said,

"Is there a possibility that insect attributes and poison attributes are often not very separated? After all, there is such a stereotype. When it comes to bugs, people often quickly think of whether that thing is poisonous."

"It's really lucky! After all, I'm not good at potions or anything like that. However, although I'm not that good at using poison, it's a necessary skill that bugs need to master."

"So...you who are good at potions, would you like to try to get rid of the poison in your body?"

After hearing Oberon's words, Beryl's expression changed immediately. He quickly lowered his head and looked at himself, only to find that at some point, large areas of purple had begun to spread on his body, and at the same time, his skin and flesh It began to fester over a large area, emitting a rotten stench.

"What the hell did you do-"

He just opened his mouth, but before he could even utter a complete sentence, the rotten tongue fell out of his mouth.

"Look at you, you're so anxious on the road, you won't notice those little bugs sneaking into your fur, right?"

In front of him, Prince White Moth was still looking at him with a smile:

"Hey, you are really lucky. Thank you for being so seriously injured. Otherwise, with the thickness of Woodworth's fur, it would be really difficult for those insects to pierce their poisonous needles into his body."

"Then please enjoy it. What you will receive next is just a little complaint about pesticides from a bug who was almost killed."

Then, soon, someone's shrill screams resounded across the plains.

And Beryl's painful torture lasted for several hours.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that his life had been completely terminated that Oberon finally showed a sincere smile on his face.

"Hey, it seems that it has been delayed for too long because of a small personal grudge. That's not okay. The next step is the crusade, which is the real highlight. I can't be absent."

Patting his clothes with satisfaction, Oberon turned around and walked leisurely towards Norwich.

Chapter 90 The calamity of the beast, the crusade

The red fire light illuminated the sky.

The dark clouds that should have receded with the dispersal of the hand of disaster were once again filled with the fate of destruction when it was about to come again.

At this moment, such dark clouds were once again dyed red by the red flames beneath them.

Red, still red.

Even if it goes against his own wishes, it is an irreversible fact.

——The red color will bring destruction as long as it moves. Blood and fire are the colors of its domain, and it will arrive here as it advances.

And in front of that, the warriors of the Fang Clan, who were contending with such a desperate field, were now forced into a desperate situation.

"...Is that so? It seems that I have been forced to death."

The snow-white lion goblin knelt on one knee. His originally exquisite costume was now in tatters. One hand was tightly covering his side, where a fatal penetrating wound almost penetrated his body. .

Although as a great elf, Boggart's vitality is extremely outstanding even among the Fang Clan. Such a penetrating injury will not cause him to die immediately, but he will not be able to hold on for long.

Although the Fang Clan is physically very strong, they are not like undead monsters. Guys like Woodworth are a complete exception.

However, for some reason, after inflicting injuries on him that were enough to determine victory or defeat, the black dog did not directly prey on him, but directly changed its direction and headed towards Norwich again.

"Really, what are those reinforcements doing? Even if the Round Table Army has to deal with the Black Dog, why hasn't Noknare arrived yet... Does it take so long to deal with just one Beryl? Sure enough, After all, she is just a little girl who is still young, and she will lose her temper at the critical moment."

After sighing deeply, Boggart wiped the blood from his forehead that made his eyes red, and barely supported himself to stand up again.

"I heard that guy Woodworth lasted three hours alone, right? Then I can't lose to him, otherwise I won't be able to prove to the remaining Fang Clan goblins that I'm more suitable to be the clan leader."

"I don't want to lose again."

Losing to Spriggan in the money game and losing to Woodworth in the etiquette competition were all caused by betrayal by his two wives at the time.

Fortunately, since his last wife passed away, he has not yet renewed his relationship, so no matter what, he will not lose to such a ridiculous reason as betrayal.

and......

——I obviously grew up there, but if I destroyed my hometown that held so many memories with my own hands, that little girl would definitely cry again with her love for crying.

Thinking of this, the white lion roared again and rushed towards the huge black dog that wanted to cross him and go to the city behind him.And he hit with all his strength, and successfully hit the huge black dog's body to stagger.

Then, the battle started again, but this time dragging the already seriously injured body, the Boggart did not last long. Soon, he was hit hard on the ground by the claw of the giant dog.

This time, the Boggart couldn't get up.

However, his repeated provocations completely aroused the black dog's ferocity. It opened its huge mouth like the entrance to hell and bit into the Boggart on the ground.

And just when the Boggart was about to be swallowed by the black dog, the bright sword light suddenly lit up and hit the huge face of the black dog, directly stopping its movement.

Then, under Boggart's astonished eyes, the Holy Sword Knight took another step forward. Huge magic power surged on the sword body, and soon turned into a magic flow and hit the chest of the giant beast heavily, blasting it like a sword. The huge mountain-like body was pushed straight back, and after flying dozens of meters backward, it fell heavily to the ground, cracking the ground.

Then, the holy sword knight looked back at him, but didn't say anything more. He just held the bright light again and ran forward. With a swing of the sword, thousands of lights gathered.

...It’s finally here.

Seeing this scene, Boggart breathed a sigh of relief, then lay back and closed his eyes with relief.

"Looks like we caught up. Hey, Boggart, are you still alive?"

At this time, a disturbing, very female voice suddenly sounded in Boggart's ears:

"Isn't it? Could it be that he died now? That would be such a pity."

There is obviously no other possibility for that annoying voice besides Murien, Lord of Gloucester.

"It's so noisy, you brat. I'm not dead yet. Can't you just let me have a good rest?"

Boggart opened his eyes again and shouted angrily.

"I only have half a breath left, and I'm still trying to keep it up. Are you guys from the Fang Clan so annoying..."

With that said, Murien looked for a bottle of the most unpleasant medicine in his inventory with a bad look on his face, and then drank it directly to the Boggart.

"Ahem, cough...you are Nokenale's subordinate now, don't think that I will appreciate you for saving me. I will not hold back when I compete with Nokenale for the throne. "

"If you can do it, then go ahead."

Another voice came from a different direction. Boggart looked over there, only to see Noknare and the goblin Tristan over there, paying close attention to the battle in the distance. When Boggart heard After specifically mentioning himself, he replied casually.

"Really, I have so much to say to save your life. If I hadn't seen how hard you worked to protect Norwich and your dedication to Britain, who would have saved you, idiot."

"..."

The Boggart was silent for two seconds.

Although he was exiled, no matter what, he would never give up on Norwich, his hometown where he had left beautiful memories. He would never say such words.

"If you don't make some achievements in the battle to protect Norwich, you won't be able to earn reputation in the future and defeat Nokenale in the Fairy King election."

Yes, he would only say that. After all, he is a nasty Boggart. If he is not hated by others, he cannot gain power.

...No, at this point, still thinking about this seems a little too much.

Looking at the figure holding the glorious holy sword, standing in front of him like a savior, and repelling the giant beast with another sword, Boggart sighed and lay back again.

There is no way he can compete. If this kind of guy wants to become the king, there is no goblin existence that can compete with him in the current goblin country.

How funny. After the queen who had dominated Britain with terror for 2000 years abdicated, was the next person to ascend the throne actually a human?

"...that's all,"