The King of Elden does not die alone!

Anyone can escape except them.

The engineer turned the gears with sweat on his forehead and loaded the ammunition, and the gunner pulled the trigger with trembling hands.

Crossbow arrows and rocks flew towards the giant, and all shattered on his hard inorganic body.

It has no effect.

The advancing giant tore stones off his body and threw them out. The stones flew high over the city wall and smashed a house into pieces.

The civilians behind the city wall didn't know what was happening. First, they heard the ground shaking, and then there was a thunderous sound in the sky. In a very short time, the sound of horns spread to all the outposts in the city. Then, huge rocks fell from the sky and destroyed the houses. They thought that the Ansa people had suddenly begun to attack the city, and chaos broke out in an instant.

"Run!!!" the officer on the city wall screamed.

People behind the city wall have already seen the stone giant's head without facial features.

The citizens ran away screaming, pushing and trampling each other.

The soldiers were not to be outdone. They dropped their weapons, with no expression on their faces except fear. In order to escape from the city wall as quickly as possible, some even grabbed the rope of the crane and slid down.

A guard was knocked off the city wall while running, and fell into a pile of wooden boxes with a scream.

But no one cared about him.

The giant bent down in front of the city wall, the rocks rubbing against it as it moved, and it looked down at the city.

No one knows what is being thought inside that stone head. Stone giants are fundamentally different from humans, and that difference starts from the most basic elements that make up the body.

It's like synchronizing humans with insects without endoskeleton. Can insects understand human thoughts? Can they understand whether a person will show mercy when destroying a termite nest?

The stone giant raised his foot.

Lancaster's proud city walls collapsed like a pile of sand.

The stones flying into the city turned into powerful killing weapons, directly covering all the people on the street.

The rocks that flew towards them showed no mercy, whether they were the fleeing soldiers or the screaming citizens.

By the time the stone giant walked into the city, it was already a street covered in blood and broken bones.

Once upon a time, creatures called humans were just one of the countless lives in this world, and they were insignificant. From the moment human history was recorded, gods and strange beasts due to their nature brought them endless disasters.

But the heroes of mankind, with their sacrifice and dedication, wrote one epic after another of resistance to the gods for this group. Humans flourished on this planet. They took over this world from the mysterious hands... No, it cannot be considered as taking over. It was humans who won this era for themselves with thousands and tens of thousands of years of war, and endowed their civilization with years...

And now.

"That day, mankind finally remembered the fear of being dominated by mystery..."

The bricks and stones could not bear the weight of the stone giant and broke into pieces under his feet.

The stone giant was like a child who had entered an amusement park. An indistinguishable laugh emanated from its hard 'vocal cords'. With every move of its hands and feet, houses were destroyed and streets were wiped out.

The news had already reached King Brydin's palace.

The king was also panicked and frightened when the stone giant destroyed his city like a castle on the beach.

But unlike others, he is the king and he has the responsibility to stay calm.

"Open the palace gates and let the people in to take refuge!"

"But, Your Majesty!" the palace steward shouted anxiously, sweat soaking his hair: "The palace can't stop that monster!"

As if in response to the butler's order, the ground shook and made Braden stagger.

The whole palace seemed to be wailing.

"I suggest that we leave here, the farther the better. As long as you give the order, we can pack up and set off immediately!"

"What is that thing, where does it come from, and why does it come? I can't even figure this out..." Brighton held his forehead in pain.

"Your Majesty, time is running out for us..." The palace supervisor wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. His anxiety had reached a point that made him anxious.

Brighting asked in return: "We are leaving again? Where can we go?"

North? Further north, into another king's land? But what about his own country?

Are the Ansa not enough? Are the people killed by those barbarians, the lands occupied by them, the cities destroyed by them not enough?

What is that rock giant?

Is this a punishment from God?

What had Britain done wrong? What had the people done wrong? Everyone is born with sin, so how much sin had the British committed to make them suffer such hardships in this world?

Brighton hit his forehead again and again with his fist, as if that could ease the grief and anger in his heart.

"Hey, stop, stop, get down!"

The shouts of the guards could be heard outside the open palace gate.

A horse leaped over the guards, rushed into the palace, and headed for Brydin's throne.

The king saw clearly the person on the strange horse.

"Whoa--" Altria pulled the reins hard, and Torret raised his front hooves high under Brady's throne.

"Prince...Altoria!" Brighton stood up and asked, "What happened?"

Altria was like his savior.

Before Torrett could stand firm, Artoria said, "It was Vortigern. Vortigern destroyed the castle, and the giant was also his masterpiece!"

Braidin stood swaying for a moment, his expression a little dazed.

Only three days had passed, just three days.

Vortigern took action personally?

He still remembered the last time he saw Vortigern take action, which was the decisive battle between King Uther and Vortigern ten years ago.

Amid the white dragon's roar, countless elite soldiers disappeared in an instant.

If Vortigern used that power again.

Who can contend with it?

"Let's go, let's go..." King Brighton murmured, and the last bit of stubbornness was destroyed by the news brought by Altria.

"Better hurry!" replied Altria.

As he spoke, the ground shook again.

"Brother Kai, please help me get my luggage from yesterday's room."

At this critical moment, Kai did not raise any objection. He had just dismounted and was about to take a step forward.

"Huh!" Altria rode away on Torret.

The sound of horse hooves stepping on the marble floor of the palace was crisp and melodious.

"Hey!" Kai had no time to stop him: "What are you going to do!"

There was no response, as the horse had already rushed out of the hall.

Altria rode Torret all the way out of the palace. At this moment, the inner city was crowded with people who wanted to seek refuge.

After seeing the first layer of the city wall being easily pushed down by the stone giants, people actually still wanted to place their hopes on the inner city.

They just have nothing else to fall back on.

The king's palace and the inner city where the troops were stationed were synonymous with solidity in their impression.

But the enemy is not the human that we imagine.

It is difficult to go against the surging crowd.

"Please make way!" The moment Altria's request was made, it was drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

Torret snorted and suddenly jumped onto the roof of a building beside the street. Artoria immediately crawled on its back.

The spirit horse jumped on the rooftops as if it was weightless. It jumped from the red-tiled roofs, the wooden-tiled roofs, and even from sheds and thatched houses, each time leaping an astonishing distance.

He crossed the inner city wall and jumped flexibly on the top floor of the city.

"Stop right here, Torret."

Altria dismounted from her horse on a slightly spacious rooftop, holding the scabbard tightly.

"I'm sorry to have kept you away from my master for so long." The girl patted Torret's shoulder.

Torrett snorted and disappeared into thin air.

Altria didn't want to escape.

She is about to become the King of Britain, and a king should not be like this. At least, a King of Britain who has drawn the Sword of the Kingchooser should not be like this.

If we give up a piece of land today because of the enemy's strength, we will definitely give up a piece of land again in the future for the same reason.

It is like adding fuel to a fire; the only effect is to increase the enemy's power.

Precisely because the enemy is so powerful, we must defeat him.

千?寻!!!小?"?.说!中!;.转?裙,.:2"5!,!5.':;5!,?:9:.'!5!3"0.":0这是她的命运，是阿尔托莉雅的命运，

She must become King of Britain.

Altria drew out the sword.

Normally, the Sword in the Stone, which would not respond despite all efforts, was now trembling.

"Sword of the Chosen, grant me power!"

She swung the sword.

However, just like in the past, the sword did not react at all.

The sword was saying: 'This is not the moment foretold. You cannot release my power. Your trial is not yet complete.'

The sword resisted.

'For this is not the time prophesied, the city should have been destroyed.'

The stone giants are still rampant in the city.

It was already dark, and the forest outside the city was burning, staining the horizon with scarlet.

The stone giant's purpose is nothing more than destruction.

The magnificent palace stood on the hill, and the stone giant ignored it, happily cleaning up what was in front of it.

They were once people's homes, shops in the city, or workshops in the city.

Those who didn't have time to escape were buried in the ruins.

People are crying.

The girl clenched her teeth tightly, almost breaking them in unwillingness.

"How long will it take?!" She asked in a hoarse voice, "So-called experience or qualification, do I have to watch everything happen until that moment comes?!"

“It’s our land, but we have to give it up because we are weak.”

"If the chosen one does not appear, is it reasonable for the people to suffer?"

My heart was beating with anger.

"I have already accepted the fact that I will die miserably. I have already drawn this sword and started to live as a human being. What else do I need to do?!"

The girl questioned the high and mighty being who was manipulating everything behind the scenes.

Magic power surged towards the sword in her hand, and she could feel the restraint on the sword.

"Ms. Mia is fighting too. Vortigern is my destiny, but she is the one fighting."

“Are people’s wishes so fragile that they must be guarded by others?”

Break through it, break through that bondage!

Are you qualified to be a king? Are you qualified to fight? Are you qualified to save others?

No recognition required for anything!

“For something I love.”

“The celebrations of festivals, people’s smiles, and delicious food… things like that, things that you will never forget, things that I want everyone to be able to do anytime, anywhere.”

Let peace return to this island and let the people on this island smile again.

This is Altria's wish.