Ahoge King, he immediately revealed everything he knew, and at the end, he took off his crown and personally placed it on the stunned Mordred's head.
"Though somewhat simple and hasty, please forgive me for not having time to hold a solemn and perfect coronation ceremony for you. Mordred, from this moment on, you are the King of Camelot!"
Brushing a stray strand of golden hair from Mordred's forehead, looking at his adopted daughter who looked exactly like him, he sighed, and ultimately said nothing more Ahoge King turning and leaving.
She has said everything she needed to say; the rest is up to Mordred to decide.
Although she didn't approve of this adopted daughter, she did acknowledge Mordred's knighthood and abilities.
Previously, she couldn't acknowledge her daughter for the sake of the bigger picture, but now, due to Lancelot's outburst, the situation has completely spiraled out of control.
According to Guinevere, the plague has now broken out throughout Britain, and it is hard to say how many people will survive.
She had a deep understanding of the horrors of plagues. Britain had experienced one a few years ago, and the Roma Empire across the sea had also suffered a plague that nearly brought that vast empire to its knees.
And this was just an ordinary plague. This plague was created by Lancelot using the power of an ancient Evil God of Plague from another world, making it many times more terrifying.
Now, all she can do is focus on eliminating Lancelot; the future of Britain is now in Mordred's hands.
Mo Zai on the city wall watched his father's departing figure with utmost caution, his mind still Bai Yi.
Even Morgan, who caused all of this, was stunned; she never imagined things would develop to this point.
The Lancelot she had used as a pawn to orchestrate all of this was actually plotting something so terrible, or perhaps she herself was the one being used as a pawn!
The thought of this terrible possibility filled Morgan with anger, but even more so with terror.
Leaving aside the fate of Mo Zai and Morgan and her daughter in the Holy City of Camelot, the Ahoge King returned to the camp, retrieved the holy sword, and set off with the army towards the Bell Grassland.
Lancelot was someone she promoted to the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, and she bears at least half the responsibility for the current situation. She must end that man!
Perhaps it was because of the crown that Ahoge King's mind became much lighter and clearer, and at the same time, his aura became even more fierce and majestic.
At this moment, she was no longer King Arthur, but King of Knights had cast aside all constraints and was in her purest form!
Camelot Holy City was not far from the Bell Grassland, and soon Ahoge King saw the army building a simple city wall. However, Ahoge King's mood was quite heavy.
Along the way, wounded soldiers were a common sight, some even on their deathbeds.
During this period, the fierce fighting continued unabated, and nearly half of the soldiers in the camp were wounded, with more than one million seriously wounded.
The power of this Evil God of Plague will erode people more quickly the more severe their injuries and the worse their condition, so wounded soldiers are the first to succumb.
Even Bedivere, severely wounded, couldn't suppress it, let alone ordinary soldiers.
And this is just the beginning. As time goes on, they will not be able to hold out for long without any means to resist the power of the Evil God of Plague. In just a few days, even the healthy soldiers will not be able to withstand it.
"Hopefully that bastard won't keep us waiting too long!"
After inspecting the entire army, the Ahoge King was filled with worry. She was afraid that the man would use despicable delaying tactics, and that even if they didn't engage in battle, their soldiers would collapse first.
This was also what Gawain and the others were worried about. Fortunately, Wang Hao's real purpose was not to kill the Ahoge King and the others, so he did not keep everyone waiting for long. On the second day, he led an army of tens of millions of dead to the Bell Grassland front, and the two sides entered a stalemate.
At the same time, unexpected reinforcements arrived!
" Mordred?"
Ahoge King looked at Mordred riding towards them with a puzzled expression, not understanding why the other party had come here.
Although she had considered obtaining support from Mordred's army, she gave up on the idea after careful consideration.
After all, the power of the Evil God of Plague had already been unleashed by Lancelot throughout Britain, and an army was needed to provide support across the country, so Mordred's army could not be moved.
This is also why she crowned her adopted daughter before; with her personal coronation, Mordred would become a flawless king, and the throne would be more stable.
Otherwise, a throne obtained through rebellion would be illegitimate and easily exploited by ambitious individuals. She did not want the people to suffer the pain of war while the country was ravaged by plague.
"Your Majesty, Mordred, Knights of the Round Table, requests permission to join the war!"
Mordred dismounted decisively and knelt on one knee, speaking earnestly.
Last night she thought a lot and finally realized that what she longed for most was not the throne, but her father's approval.
Her father expressed his sincerest approval when he crowned her yesterday; her goal has been achieved!
In that case, it's time for her, Mordred, Knights of the Round Table, to serve her king!
"In the name of the King of Knights, I grant Knights of the Round Table Mordred's request to join the war, and I also allow you to reveal your true form!"
After taking a deep look at his adopted daughter and sensing her resolute heart, Ahoge King did not object and agreed to her request to join the war.
"Thank you, my king!"
Overwhelmed with Earthly Dao, Mordred unfurled his heavy, menacing helmet. When everyone saw the face that was exactly like that of Ahoge King, they were all stunned.
Even Gawain and the others, who were furious at Mordred's betrayal, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
They were initially furious at Mordred's rebellion, after all, Mordred was only one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table at that time and did not have the right to inherit the throne, making him an absolute traitor.
But now that this appearance has been revealed, and it was Ahoge King himself who allowed it to show its true form, even the slowest of them would understand that this is their king's son.
This changed the nature of the matter considerably, transforming it from pure rebellion into a family affair of the king. As foreign officials, they could neither say anything nor interfere.
"Sister, I've granted your wish!"
Seeing the crown disappear from Mo Zai's head, the Ahoge King sighed, knowing that the brat must have given the crown to his older sister Morgan.
Indeed, the crown was on Morgan's head at that moment, and Morgan himself was even sitting on the throne in the hall that originally belonged to his sister Ahoge King.
But when she actually sat on the throne she had always dreamed of, Morgan found herself not experiencing the joy she had anticipated, but rather a profound emptiness.
Reclaiming the throne from Arthur was her ultimate goal, and she even went so far as to use alchemy to create Mordred, her adopted daughter. Now that her goal has finally been achieved, she can't feel happy at all.
It was only then that she realized the throne was not what she truly wanted. In a way, she was just like her adopted daughter, craving recognition!
Unfortunately, her only father, King Uther, who could truly accept her, had already passed away, leaving only her sister Artoria and daughter Mordred in the world.
But now these two closest relatives have chosen to leave her; how can she possibly be happy?
"Wow! Is that your real body? You're so much more handsome than this fake one!"
In a secluded corner of the defensive wall, Guinevere watched the handsome figure emerge from the army of the dead opposite her, and couldn't help but make a disdainful remark to the Big Dog lying beside her.
Lancelot was originally a very handsome man, otherwise he would not have chosen to Qingxin for him. Now, Lancelot's image has changed drastically. Although he has become much colder, he is even more dashing, especially now that he is the commander of an army of tens of millions of dead.
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm busy gathering the souls of all the dead in Britain!"
Wang Hao casually replied, then focused intently on using the previous setup to gather the souls of all the Britain into his own body for safekeeping and nurturing.
The power of that so-called Evil God of Plague was actually something he created by borrowing the All the World's Evil mysterious world, and even referenced some of the power characteristics of the ancient Cthulhu Old God.
This Evil God of Plague's power can accelerate the Britain and transformation of the British people who are maliciously corrupted. These Britain people, whose alienation is accelerated by the Evil God of Plague's power, will eventually become zombies and join his army of the dead.
However, that's not the main point. The main point is that he can use the power of the counterfeit Evil God of Plague to gather the souls of the deceased Britain people and make preparations for the next step.
Although this caused the deaths of Britain British people, it will continue to exist in another form.
Although cruel, it was a last resort.
It's important to understand that once corrupted by the lingering evil of the Atlantis Civilization in the Atlantic Ocean, it's extremely difficult to eradicate. Only a powerful expert at the Taiyi Realm could slowly remove it by spending a great deal of time.
The problem is, where is he going to find so many Taiyi Realm experts?
Most importantly, he doesn't have time!
These people were already on the verge of alienation, and it's conceivable that they would be secretly eliminated by powerful figures like the Counter Force, who were watching them closely, before the alienation even began.
At that time, these people would really be dead, with no chance of ever coming back to life.
So he was genuinely trying to save the people of Britain, only the method was somewhat unacceptable to some.
It didn't matter; all he cared about was Fortune Points. As long as he could get enough Fortune Points from the Ahoge King, he was capable of doing even more cruel things, and he didn't care whether others understood or not.
In any case, I'm just a passerby in this world. Once I complete the system tasks and accumulate enough Fortune Points, I'll return.
Lancelot!
Riding his beloved horse, Don Starion, the Ahoge King leaped off the defensive wall and galloped to the front of the army of the dead, his emerald green eyes fixed on Wang Hao.
Why? Tell me why you should do this?
She needs an explanation!