All around him, countless loyal subordinates and countless rebels lay quietly on the ground.
Not a single survivor!
This battle had completely exhausted the foundations of Britain, which had seemed incomparably glorious on the surface, and it was about to face destruction.
It had also buried King Arthur's dream of creating a prosperous golden age.
Everything had come to nothing!
Heavy snowflakes danced through the air.
They covered all sin, all slaughter, all destruction, and all despair beneath a blanket of pure white.
Even King Arthur's body was covered by the heavy snow.
She had completely turned into a human-shaped statue.
The scene froze in place!
Lines of familiar text appeared—
[Video playback complete. Thank you for watching!] [To find out what happens next, watch the next video!]
"Eh? Eh? How did it just end like that?"
Luo Ya stared blankly at the screen as it gradually darkened.
She wanted to know why King Arthur had directly transformed from someone who pacified the world into a Queen who rallied people's hearts.
Coach, I want to learn this!
And then it revealed nothing at all before simply ending!
"Alaya, you shameless cliffhanger-loving bastard!"
She couldn't help cursing angrily.
In fact, she wasn't the only one doing so—
[I even took my pants off, and you ended it?] [King Arthur still looks fifteen in the video. She doesn't look anything like she does now, you cliffhanger-loving bastard!] [What exactly happened in the middle? Could she have been kneaded by the nameless one until her breasts grew bigger?] [The person above is a prophet. Kill her first, just in case!] [I'm going to die without a new video! You've already rested for three minutes—why haven't you updated yet?] [Even the donkeys on the production team wouldn't dare rest this long!]
The screen had clearly gone black, yet the comments still flooded across it densely.
Only when it finally stopped did the comments, dense as rain, disappear at last.
Wei Gong sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the pitch-black screen. "Alaya, you bastard. I don't even know what to say..."
He had clearly fought for countless years, traveled through countless historical eras, and protected one Human History powerhouse after another.
His weary soul had only wanted to find a warm harbor, yet this fellow had exposed him as well.
"I originally thought that sacrificing myself would be enough to stop the two of you from fighting a bloody war..."
Wei Gong crossed his hands and rested his head on them.
He knew history, and he had also tried to change it.
Unfortunately, Morgan had drawn upon the power of the island of Britain to attack him, sealing him away for a period of time.
By the time he broke free, the war had already ended.
Britain's two great armies had been completely annihilated, leaving only Father and Son.
Only then did Wei Gong understand clearly. "The last remnants of mystery in Britain were triggered by the curse of Vortigern, the King of Lowly. He wanted to drag King Arthur down with him!"
I'm not the one at fault. This world is!
Morgan had merely been a tool.
The entire world had been rejecting King Arthur, wanting to kill her completely and destroy Britain!
"Bedivere, why didn't you throw the sword into the lake?"
Wei Gong sighed softly.
If not for that, so many things that followed would never have happened...
France, Palace of Versailles.
Her Majesty the Dark Saintess was sitting casually on the throne.
The many councilors all stole cautious glances at her one after another.
Their Queen seemed to be in a rather bad mood. What had happened?
The Pink Haired Knight A'fu asked curiously, "Your Majesty, is this The Perfect King real?"
Everyone else craned their necks in anticipation.
After the video was released, everyone had watched it a hundred times right away.
There was no helping it. After Joan personally acknowledged that the first video was real,
[Alaya], this Uploader, had long since been placed under close surveillance by every faction in the world.
A mysterious existence capable of perfectly presenting the past would absolutely leave everyone shocked and afraid.
They were terrified that the other party might expose a pile of Black History, causing their public image to collapse instantly!
However.
No matter how they searched, they couldn't find the slightest trace of the other party, even after mobilizing Heroic Spirits!
Joan asked in return, "Is Vengeful Witch real?"
"Eh? So it really is true!"
A'fu immediately came to a conclusion.
She scratched her head, growing more and more confused. "But the King Arthur who died at the end of the video looks completely different from the King Arthur of today!"
In the video,
King Arthur's body had remained eternally in the form of a fifteen-year-old girl after she drew the Sword in the Stone.
But the King Arthur in reality was a tall, imposing Queen who rallied people's hearts.
What exactly had happened in between?
Joan frowned slightly. "I'm not entirely sure either."
That woman clearly looked about the same as she did, yet her chest was flat as a steel plate.
And yet she had somehow grown into her current imposing form, capable of rallying people's hearts. Had she taken some kind of medicine?
Most importantly,
Morgan had actually used the blood of the nameless one and Artoria to create a child, Mordred.
In other words, the two of them had already conceived a child, while Joan had only held hands with her!
Joan's face turned livid. "The previous Anglo-French friendship treaty is hereby completely annulled!"
"Eh? Your Majesty, please reconsider!"
The Speaker was instantly dumbfounded.
Everyone else stared at her in a daze.
That treaty had clearly been proposed by the other side, who wanted to join forces with Britain to build a massive alliance.
"Heh heh. Are you teaching me how to do my job?"
The Dark Saintess mocked her with an expression of contempt. "Why should we bow our heads to a mere island nation that voted to leave Europa long ago?"
"They wanted to leave in the first place, so let them leave!"
"Under France's leadership, Europa will surely move toward true unity and revival!"
The Dark Saintess issued an utterly domineering declaration.
The spirit pressure of her Heroic Spirit made the councilors' faces pale, yet one after another, they gazed at her with fervent eyes.
That was right. France was the true hegemon of Europa and had no need to bow to that island nation.
Only before Britain could France be powerful and invincible, never surrendering!
Britain.
The Prime Minister's Office.
The Perfect King video had finished playing, and the room sank into a long silence.
Complete silence.
Gawain looked at Mordred with deep sympathy.
When she had first watched the beginning of the video, she had looked as relaxed as if she were watching a movie.
She had even thought about getting a bucket of popcorn.
But as she continued watching, she began to grow suspicious when Morgan appeared.
After seeing Morgan use the blood of the nameless one and King Arthur to create her, she became increasingly unable to believe it.
By the time she saw herself grown into an adult,
the utterly relaxed expression on Mordred's face had already been replaced by shock and disbelief at her own life.
Gawain coughed lightly before asking, "After watching the video, you should have recalled the memories you were supposed to have, right?"
"I remembered so, so much..."
Mordred sat on the chair, clutching her head with both hands.
After recalling everything, she felt her thoughts descend into chaos and simply refused to believe it.
Beside her,
King Arthur was bathed in brilliant golden sunlight. Her entire body shone like a deity, making it impossible to look directly at her.
She turned and looked at Mordred. "So, what do you want to say after watching it?"
This is bad!
Britain is definitely going to be destroyed this time!
As Gawain looked at the King, the final scene of the previous video immediately surfaced in his mind.
Snowflakes drifted down, the north wind howled, and heaven and earth were boundless and desolate.
The King sat alone atop a hill.
Beneath his feet lay endless corpses, staining the entire earth red.
Snowflakes fell, burying the future of all Britain...
A future without a future is absolutely not the future I want!
Gawain took a deep breath.
As the Knight of the Sun who possessed Excalibur's sister sword, [Carnwennan],
he had to step forward at this moment of Britain's life and death and save this country!
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