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The plump and full-figured Knight King of the Holy City, and the slim and healthy rebellious knight.

The soft female curves and snow-white, transparent skin appear even more bright and charming in the night fog.

The bright moonlight penetrated the dark clouds, illuminating the bodies of the Lion King and Mordred, coating their delicate bodies with a layer of sensational cream color.

But the biggest difference between the two of them and during the day was not just that they took off their armor, but

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At the same time, the Allied Forces’ base.

The flickering kerosene lamp illuminated the witch's fair profile, and Morgan's tired expression revealed her concentration.

After the tremendous magic power continued to swirl around her for a whole night, the witch's expression finally relaxed.

"So... it's done before the last minute."

At the end of the sight of those gorgeous blue eyes, there was a golden object inlaid with gems and extremely luxurious.

Code: Logos React, then enter.

Distortion fixed value: EX.

Extraction period: ■■■■■■■■■■■

UnLogos program starts. Object replacement begins.

Full stroke, completed [Clear].

The simulation experiment of the Cup of Rich begins.

Chapter 291 "The Eve of the Decisive Battle..."

In the holy city of Camelot, the vast and magnificent throne hall.

The goddess sitting on the throne exudes an overwhelming presence.

She had shiny golden hair, a dignified and beautiful face, yellow-green eyes that seemed to be able to see the end of the world, and a kingly aura emanating from her entire body.

The Knights of the Round Table kneeling in the middle of the hall were all moved.

The king we are waiting for, Arthur Pendragon, the [Lion King], is an existence that transcends human intelligence.

"Knight Lancelot has rebelled."

Knight Aguguiwen calmly gave his final report to the king.

"Now the traitor Lancelot is leading the remnants of the expeditionary knights, the people of the desert and the people of the mountains to march towards the Holy City."

"According to calculations, they will arrive at the main gate of the Holy City at 8 o'clock this morning."

"Your Majesty, please give your instructions."

"Understood, return to your respective posts and prepare for battle."

The Lion King only uttered a few words briefly, and the knights present felt a shiver on their backs and felt a surge of power from deep within their bodies.

The Geass in Celtic mythology is probably no more than this.

"This will be the final battle that will determine the fate of mankind. My brave knights, I look forward to your fighting spirit."

"For the ideal city I will create, please become the walls and foundation of Camelot."

"Yes!"

Gawain, Agrawen, Tristan, Mordred, and the remaining Knights of the Round Table bowed their heads in unison.

The Knights of the Round Table left, and the Lion King Artoria was the only one left in the huge throne room.

Princess Dora Korode did not attend the last round table meeting.

"My presence will make everyone at the round table feel bad~" Rhodes said this and left himself alone in the bedroom.

"Really... there's no need to worry so much."

The Lion King raised his head, looked through the sky above, and gazed towards the distant land.

The Storm King closed his eyes.

There was a hint of coldness on the sacred face, and distant memories suddenly flashed through the goddess' mind.

That was shortly after he succeeded King Uther to the throne.

After several wars, the fame of Knight King Arthur gradually spread on the island.

The Sword of the Chosen was damaged due to the conspiracy of the demon concubine Morgan, and Artoria also received the holy spear Longomyniad as a replacement from her teacher.

"The Britons are becoming gloomy because they can no longer see the Tower of Glory."

The female magician said quietly: "So I will entrust it to you."

"The Tower of Glory... Are you talking about the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad?"

"That's right. Actually, this holy spear is not meant to defeat foreign enemies, but to stabilize the planet...or rather, to anchor the planet.

In fact, the ground we are standing on now is not the surface of the planet in the strict sense.

Listen carefully, there are now two layers of texture on the surface of the planet, and the outermost layer of texture is the world we live in now.

Then, there is a layer of fabric between the [human world] and the surface of the earth, which is the place called [Fairyland] on the other side of the world. "

"Both the fairyland and the human world are just a layer of skin, just a piece of woven cloth.

That thing is just a thin layer of skin, it will peel off if you lift it lightly. If there is a piece of cloth that can be blown away by the wind, what would you do? Would you just leave it there? No way.

If it's going to peel off, just sew it up to prevent it from peeling off.

The texture of the world you humans inhabit, the anchor that holds it to this planet is the lance that shines at the end of the world, the beam of the guardian primates, the lance Rungomeniard.

Altria couldn't help but roll her eyes.

It wasn't because the scale of what the magus said was too huge, but because he was inexplicably entrusted with the foundation of the world.

"Why, why would you give such a great thing to me?!"

In response to the girl's question, the female magician simply gave her usual evil smile.

"Because you are the King of Britain."

After obtaining the Holy Spear, what awaits Altria is still days of war.

If there was any difference, it was that after she used the Holy Lance as an armament, the body of the Girl Knight King, which had been temporarily stagnant when she drew the Sword of Selection, began to develop again.

someday.

King Arthur heard rumors that a group of Saxons under King Vortigern were roaming the northern border, so he led a small number of knights on horseback.

As usual, the king easily defeated the foreign warriors.

For the girl who holds the heart of a dragon and has been taught by a sage, battles are always overwhelming.

In just a few seconds, the Holy Lance killed a group of dozens of knights.

The battle itself was not worth mentioning, but beyond the enemy's screams, she heard something.

Altria dismounted and rushed out at a speed faster than the horse to find the owner of the voice.

Then she saw it.

The small settlement outside the forest looked completely destroyed.

The pastoral scenery that should have been there was long gone, the houses were broken into pieces, everything was burned down, and the blood of the villagers who struggled to escape dyed the fields red.

No one was left alive or able to move, and even the livestock had been killed.

Unlike the bloody scene on the battlefield, this is the scene after a one-sided massacre.

The girl felt the hairs on her body stand on end, but she controlled herself with difficulty.

Instead of giving in to rage, I seek survivors.

When the other knights finally arrived, Artoria found the only survivor.

She is a young girl.

Perhaps he was trapped inside when his house was set on fire and was swept up in the collapse.

The home that was meant to protect her family hurt her.

His whole body was badly injured, his hands and feet were broken, and his internal organs were damaged. It was a miracle that he was still conscious.

The girl is on the verge of death.

She said this while being embraced by Altria's arms.

"King...Pendragon, King..."

His delirious words did not mean that he realized that he was being held by King Arthur.

The dying young son wanted to say something not to the Lord but to the King.

"It doesn't matter if I die..."

"What are you talking about? You will never die. I, King Arthur, will not let you die."

However, the king's words could no longer be conveyed.

The hot blood flowing from the girl's ears told of the severe trauma to her brain.

"So, King...sister, mom, dad...please protect..."

The girl didn't realize yet that her father, mother and sister had all lost their lives in the flames.

She just prayed to the king.

"……Everyone……"

Protect everyone

Watching the little girl gradually die in the loving peace of her wishing family.

Arthur Pendragon, the Knight King who was prophesied to be the savior of the island, was speechless.

The body of her young child in her arms gradually grew colder, her fingers sank deeply into the mud, and the strong feeling of powerlessness seemed to crush Altria's body.

"I really can't do anything..."

At this moment, a hand gently rested on the girl's shoulder.

The Knight King turned around in astonishment and saw a young man in a trance.

Golden hair, like a fairy.

Red eyes, like a wild animal.

The young man with a fresh face stopped under the shade of a tree in the sunshine, walking towards her and talking quietly.

"Save Britain. This is your ideal and your mission."

"To protect people from all hardships, isn't that the oath you made when you drew your sword?"

"You will establish the eternal kingdom of King Arthur, where the innocent can enjoy peace and security."

"But, I..."

Altria cried out unconsciously.

Even if I kill as many enemies as possible... can I, who can only swing weapons, make the kingdom happy and prosperous?

The young man reached out his hand and gently stroked King Arthur's bright and tender cheek, which was as tender as a baby's.