Holy Right

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

While Morgan's side returned to the royal capital, Camelot, and actively prepared for battle, Uchiha Yuzhen also brought Oberon and Melusine into the territory of the king.

With Morgan having gathered all of Fairy Britain's forces in Camelot, there was barely any resistance along the way.

After stopping and going at a leisurely pace, they did not spend much effort.

They arrived not far from the royal capital, Camelot.

Looking at the beautiful city ahead, already prepared for battle, Oberon immediately felt a headache coming on. "Lord Yuzhen, Morgan has been preparing for our arrival for two days."

"Of course, that is nothing. If we fight with real blades and guns... there is no chance of us losing."

"But the troublesome part is that all the humans in the king's territory seem to have been brought under their control."

"Without any special methods, we may have a bit of a headache on our hands."

To Oberon, the humans of this world—or those defective dolls—were completely insignificant.

If he had been the one taking the lead in this battle, there would have been nothing to discuss. They would simply fight.

Using humans to threaten him was impossible!

After all, he hated everything in this Lostbelt, whether fairies or humans. Even Great Britain itself was something he deeply despised.

However, now that the goal of destroying the British Lostbelt was nearly within reach, the main force behind it was the unfathomable "monster" beside him!

And this monster greatly valued those dolls and indeed had a way to save them.

Because of that, he had no choice but to consider what the other party cared about.

It could not be helped. To him, this monster carrying the aura of