How can you prove that everything you're saying is true? After all, it's just your side of the story!
After regaining their composure, the Knights of the Round Table, led by Gawain, voiced their doubts about everything Guinevere had said.
After all, everything the other party had said before was too exaggerated and terrifying. If it were really as they said, it would be a devastating disaster for the whole of Britain.
Most importantly, they knew Lancelot very well, having worked with him for over a decade. Although they hadn't expected his affair with the Queen, they had never doubted his chivalrous heart.
It was hard to believe that the other party had been pretending in front of them for so long, without revealing the slightest flaw.
"Don't you already have the answer to whether it's true or not?"
Looking through the front of the tent towards the source of the erupting deathly aura, Guinevere said dejectedly, "Half an hour has passed since that man fully launched his plan. It seems the Evil God of Plague power lurking within you is rapidly spreading and growing, and there's no way to stop it!"
"Cough cough..."
As they were talking, Bedivere, the weakest of the group, suddenly couldn't help but cough. When he opened his palm, a trickle of blood, emitting a putrid smell, flowed down his hand.
This scene silenced all the Knights of the Round Table present, followed by anger and extreme killing intent.
This is the most compelling evidence yet; the traitor Lancelot is indeed as the Queen said, deserving of death!
"Sir Bedivere, relax, relax, take a deep breath with me!"
In a flash, Ahoge King appeared beside Bedivere, channeling her magic to suppress the Evil God of Plague's power that was spreading within him.
"My lord, do not waste your magic on me. I know my own condition. I wish to die a glorious death on the battlefield, not a shameful death on my sickbed!"
Pushing away Ahoge King's hand, Bedivere struggled to his feet, his attitude more resolute than ever before, even bordering on ruthless.
Honestly, he was also helpless.
The power of this Evil God of Plague was too insidious and subtle; he didn't notice anything amiss before it truly erupted, and by the time it did, it was too late.
He could sense that his body was being rapidly eroded by the power of the Evil God of Plague; at this rate, he could only hold on for another day at most.
As for a cure, that was simply impossible. He could deeply feel the Evil God of Plague within him; the essence of that evil god's power far surpassed that of magic.
Although the king possesses the most powerful magic, which can limit the power of the evil god to some extent, it is only a limitation and cannot eradicate it.
Moreover, the king couldn't keep expending his own magic power to suppress the evil god's power within him. Compared to his life, the king had more important things to do.
Clang!
"Your Majesty, I am guilty! If I hadn't harbored prejudice and selfish desires and hadn't prevented the Queen from seeing you immediately, things wouldn't have turned out this way. Your Majesty, kill me!"
Gawain, who also sensed the Evil God of Plague Gawain within him, dropped his sword and knelt before Ahoge King, filled with guilt and self-reproach.
He really wanted to kill himself right now!
If he hadn't acted so recklessly before, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.
It's all his fault!
"You deserve to die for delaying important battle reports because of your own selfishness, but the situation is urgent. Since Lancelot has already made all the arrangements, it must be more than just this one method."
" Gawain, in the name of the King, I hereby order you to lead all the Knights of the Round Table to intercept Lancelot on the Great Bell Grassland at all costs, and to prevent him from approaching the Holy Capital."
With his mind racing, the Ahoge King displayed the aura of Perfect King and swiftly issued military orders.
The deathly force erupting from afar is definitely not simple; it is very likely the work of Lancelot. They must respond as soon as possible.
At that moment, Guinevere suddenly spoke up.
" Gawain alone won't suffice. I discovered some living corpses at the place where White Fang is being held. I suspect Lancelot may possess the power to manipulate the dead."
" Camlann!"
As Guinevere finished speaking, Ahoge King and the others exclaimed in unison, their expressions becoming even more somber.
The country with the most dead bodies today is Camlann, where they fought a major battle against Mordred's rebel army, resulting in over ten million deaths, accounting for half of the entire Britain army.
If Lancelot truly possesses the power to control corpses, Camlann will be the arena where he can unleash his full power.
In other words, they are about to face an army of tens of millions of dead!
Although this hasn't been confirmed with firsthand observation, almost everyone understands that the likelihood is extremely high!
The fact that the source of the previously erupting deathly power was in the Camlann region is no coincidence.
" Gawain, organize the army and set off. Inform the soldiers what they are about to face, and make sure everyone is mentally prepared!"
With a cold, fair face, the Ahoge King decisively ordered his army to set off, preparing to meet the army of the dead.
"Then what about here, Your Majesty...?"
Gawain was taken aback, then became anxious, vaguely guessing what was going on, which made him very uneasy and guilty.
"I need to go to Camelot; Mordred's power is also something we must strive for!"
With a detached yet resolute statement, Ahoge King casually Excalibur from her waist and placed it in her tent before heading alone to the Holy City of Camelot.
With their current strength, they would find it difficult to contend with the well-prepared Lancelot, so Mordred's forces must be won over.
Even if we can't win them over, at least we shouldn't let them cause trouble in the rear. Otherwise, if we're attacked from both sides, even if she commands personally, it will be difficult to stabilize the front line.
After hesitating for a while, Gawain finally chose to obey the king's order and began preparations for the army to set off for the Bell Plain to establish a defensive line.
Although the Bell Grassland are vast, they are far better than the holy city of Camelot. At least there, one side is a rushing river and the other side is a steep mountain range. They only need to guard the middle section of a hundred miles. They can also build simple city walls there first and rely on the fortifications of the city walls to resist the possible arrival of the army of the dead.
And so, the group quickly walked out, leaving only Guinevere and the husky-like Wang Hao inside the tent.
"I feel utterly guilty now, for I have deceived so many noble knights!"
Covering her cheek, Guinevere spoke words of remorse, but her bright eyes were filled with excitement.
She suddenly realized that the feeling of having everyone under her thumb was absolutely wonderful!
Especially since the targets of his manipulations were the King of Knights, known as the Perfect King, and his Twelve Knights of the Round Table!
I really want to know what kind of expressions these guys will have when they finally find out the truth!
"Don't try anything funny. You know I don't want to brainwash you and create another obedient version of yourself!"
Seemingly sensing Guinevere's ulterior motives, Wang Hao issued a serious warning, his dog eyes filled with murderous intent.
If this girl doesn't listen to him, he wouldn't mind taking drastic measures to destroy her.
"Okay! Okay!"
Guinevere glared at the large dog beside her, her envy, jealousy, and resentment towards her former "husband" growing even stronger.
How come that stupid woman is so lucky!
"Let her wait downstairs. I'll have her come to see me when I'm in a better mood!"
Morgan, perched atop the city wall, looked down at the Ahoge King standing below, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
My dear sister, you've finally met your match!
"Please invite her up!"
However, at that moment, a knight shrouded in heavy armor spoke in a deep voice.
This is none other than Mordred, the Rebellious Knight who instigated this uprising!
" Mordred, you..."
Morgan's good mood instantly reversed. His face turned ashen as he pointed a finger at his adopted daughter, his entire body trembling with anger.
This kid has really grown up; he's got wings now and dares to talk back to her!
"Stop fooling around, this is no ordinary matter!"
Without even glancing at her stepmother, Mordred looked through her visor at the distant horizon, which was shrouded in dark clouds, emanating an extremely ominous aura that made her very uneasy!
Moreover, it seems that the King's army is also making a big move, but instead of continuing to attack Camelot, they are heading in the opposite direction to the Bell Grassland, which is exactly the direction of the incident.
Does the other party know something?
Morgan, still annoyed, looked up at the ominous clouds on the distant horizon, but wisely refrained from saying anything more.
As a magician, she could naturally sense the deathly power emanating from there, a power she had never seen before, comparable even to the deathly aura of the underworld.
What on earth caused such a terrifying scene?
Soon, Ahoge King was invited into the city, entering the holy capital where she had once ruled.
Unfortunately, this holy city that rightfully belonged to her has now been occupied by that rebellious son, forcing her to lead her army to attack. In the process, far too many soldiers have already died.
Whether it's her soldiers or Mordred's rebel army, they are all her people, yet now they are facing each other with swords drawn.
What's even more terrifying is that it all seems to have fallen into an unprecedented and enormous trap; all of them, including her, the queen, are pawns of that man.
Now, the opponent is clearly no longer hiding their strength and has completely revealed their trump cards. It's easy to imagine that what follows will be an incredibly fierce battle, and their chances of winning aren't even that high.
Compared to the worried Ahoge King, who stepped onto the city wall to meet Mordred, the rebel soldiers following him were quite nervous.
After all, this was their former king. Although they were forced to follow Mordred in rebellion for various reasons, the majesty of this Perfect King had long been ingrained in their souls.
Even just facing them was enough to fill them with dread. If their opponent hadn't come without the Excalibur, they probably would have been too weak to walk.