The King of Elden does not die alone!

A faceless puppet based on Altria's model, with blonde hair and a slightly exaggerated alopecia on its head, and wearing a white dress.

"If you could only save one person, who would you choose?"

Cathy Palug asked this question while squatting on an overturned black cross.

"Who is more important?"

“Who is more valuable?”

“Who can be abandoned?”

"Compare and then make your choice."

Mia looked at the two iron cages placed on the woodpile.

She smiled.

At first, he exhaled air in segments from deep in his throat, and then made a hissing sound while inhaling.

At the end, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

If there is a word that can be used to describe Mia's current state.

Then it would be this word.

"happy"

-

Altria stood in a city.

Like a sinner, he wore a hooded cloak that concealed his face.

This is a golden city.

She saw a horned horse pulling a carriage coming out amid the cheers of the people.

The people cheered and praised in the British language.

A voice sounded behind Altria.

"That was originally your place."

"The King of Britain?" Altria didn't look back, watching the carriage passing by.

Cathy Paluge is making up false prophecies.

"But it should have been yours, right? You gave more than she did, and it was you who drew the sword, not her."

The dark magic power turned into tentacles and touched the girl's back.

"I am the King of Britain." Altria murmured.

"Yes, it should have been you..."

A vague voice lingered in her ears.

"But she is stronger than you, more mature than you..."

"That's just my problem." Altria replied with her head down.

"I understand, but are you willing? Are you willing to let all this possibly become nothing?"

Scene after scene appeared before Altria.

The only thing extracted from her memory was the memory of the scene of 'failure'.

The fact of 'success' can be erased.

There were only heavy moments full of loss and despair.

"Why do you always fail, while she always succeeds?"

Cathy Palug bewitches the hearts of young girls.

"It's not fair," it said. "Success should belong to you, and the throne should belong to you too."

"You're no worse than her, right?"

Become the strongest.

Even if it means exhausting all means, we must eliminate the obstacles before us.

Eliminate those who are stronger and better than yourself.

In the silence, the animals were murmured and whispered.

The crimes committed because of jealousy and the emotions born out of comparison are its food.

The dark tentacle touched the girl's earlobe.

'You can't let others be stronger than you.'

It conveys misleading words.

Piece after piece, wave after wave, they eroded the girl's mind.

but why?"

Altria asked Beast.

She didn't crave power and want to be king.

When the girl grasped the hilt of the sword, she already knew her own end. Britain would definitely come to an end.

But, even so.

I just hope that the smiles on people’s faces can last for one more day, and that the death of this country can come peacefully like falling asleep.

Artoria pulled the sword out from the boulder.

"Besides, even if that's the case, isn't it good?"

The girl turned around.

The black cat stood right in front of her.

And this place is still the golden city.

"At least people are throwing flowers and singing praises to the king. Isn't that good?"

She grasped the hilt of the sword, pulled it out of the scabbard, and slashed at the beast that was like a black shadow.

The sword blade with a golden halo cut through the water, creating a ripple and splitting the black beast into two halves.

The illusion collapsed at the same time.

-

"Then make your choice."

Cathy Palug urged on the flipped cross.

"This is my choice."

The magic power surged, fluttering her clothes.

She raised her staff high.

The majestic magic power was like a storm, sweeping up the flames in the illusion. Pyroxene crystals were growing in the magic storm like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Cracks appeared.

It was a crack in space that tore apart the illusion.

With a lot of anger, the magic power burst out with all its strength, directly tearing apart the small environment created by the young "beast".

The space collapsed, then fell down and disappeared in an instant like snowflakes.

Mia was standing inside the village again.

The flames were blocked at an intersection ahead.

"Melina!" Mia called out.

She had no idea what would happen to Melina, whose soul was bound to her, when she entered the illusion.

Melina appears next to Mia.

"Are you okay?!" she asked immediately.

No, that tone was more of a question than an inquiry because of the excessive worry.

"I got into a little trouble, how about you?"

Mia carefully looked at Melina, whom she hadn't seen for a while.

It seems that, physically, there is no change.

"Suddenly, it was like I was in a coma..."

Melina felt a little resentful about Mia's sudden disconnection.

"I'm glad you're okay." Mia breathed a sigh of relief.

but.

"We have to hurry over there." She frowned and looked ahead.

Experiencing the illusion just now.

She didn't know whether Altria and the other two had encountered the same thing.

If so, did they succeed?

If not, then we can only rely on Mia.

We should be very close to the source of the fire.

Mia rang the summoning bell.

Facing the appearing spirit wolf, Mia transferred all the liquid in the blue Holy Grail bottle into the red Holy Grail bottle, and then threw it to Texas, who reacted quickly and grabbed it.

"Try to rescue the survivors!"

After giving the order, Mia grabbed Melina's hand and ran towards the destination.

Chapter 81. Art is Explosion (Two in One)

When we arrived at the center of the fire, what we saw was a scene like hell.

The town square was surrounded by blazing flames.

At the edge of the square, the only thing still standing in the flames was a stone church. A black cat demon squatted on the top of the church, gazing at the square surrounded by flames.

The entire village gathered here for a bloody and sinful carnival.

Like mad dogs without a human form, they fought each other with crude weapons in their hands.

There is no other reason, it's just because the other party is stronger than you, better than you.

In order to be the only one, to stand at the top of "comparison", people are fighting a battle in which only one person can win.

Whether women or men, old or young, people are dominated by crazy desires.

The guard with a sword in his hand chopped down several people, and then was knocked to the ground by a group of villagers who rushed over, and a burning iron skewer was stabbed into his neck.

Then, several people knocked down the guards together and started fighting again.

It was like a death carnival before the end of the world.

Cathy Palug, who was greedily absorbing power from this, sat on the church bell tower like a god who controlled everything.

"Ah!" Kai suddenly sat up from the ground.

I don't know when I fell to the ground.

"Brother Kai!" Altria ran over from not far away: "Are you okay?"

千',,寻;.?,小:",?说.中?,"!转!;??裙;"2:.,5!'5.?"!5;,""9!5:?3,0'0“我...”凯皱起眉头。

He saw the black cat, saying something boring to him.

He didn't even have time to react before the illusion suddenly collapsed.

Is it because of external factors?