"Why? That's a ridiculous question, but I'm in a good mood right now and have decided to grant your wish."
Listen carefully, all of this is because I am now the leader of the Scourge Legion, the Lich King —Arch... oops, I misspoke, I meant Lich King Lancelot!
Stepping out, Wang Hao stared directly at the Ahoge King in front of him and revealed his current title.
That's right, he is no longer Knights of the Round Table, but the Lich King, the Lich King of the Scourge Legion!
"Did you do all this to become king?"
Ignoring the other person's uneven tone, the Ahoge King lowered his eyes, his tone turning indifferent, even icy.
"That's right. If you, Arthur, can become king, then why can't I, Lancelot?"
"To become the king of those walking corpses?"
As if regaining his strength, the Ahoge King raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over the disgusting army of the dead behind Wang Hao, finally settling on the man in front of him.
She suddenly felt that this man was a stranger, a stranger who frightened her!
She truly couldn't imagine that this man had such a side to him, and that he had hidden himself by her side for over a decade without revealing the slightest clue.
This is absolutely terrifying!
"This is just the beginning; they are merely sacrifices for my coronation."
With his arms outstretched, Wang Hao's smile grew increasingly wicked and fanatical.
"Of course, the offerings I've prepared aren't just this."
"What do you mean?"
The emerald green pupils contracted sharply, and the Ahoge King felt extremely uneasy. Wang Hao's next words confirmed her unease.
"Don't you understand? All those corrupted by the power of the Evil God of Plague Scourge Legion, and ultimately become sacrifices for my coronation as king!"
His wicked smile deepened, and Wang Hao secretly gave himself a pat on the back for his acting skills.
I really do have a talent for Little Jin!
"Asshole!"
The Ahoge King could no longer contain himself. He drew Excalibur from his waist and slashed at Wang Hao, his emerald green eyes filled with rage and murderous intent.
She couldn't help but be furious. She had originally thought that the power of that Evil God of Plague would only cause mass deaths in Britain, but who would have thought that it would eventually transform into that evil army of the dead.
The power of a simple Evil God of Plague is far inferior to that of an army of the dead that can move.
One can imagine that if the army of the dead were allowed to wreak havoc Britain, there would likely be hardly a single survivor. How could she not be furious?
"Clang!"
The holy sword that Ahoge King had swung down with all its might was suddenly caught between two fingers, held firmly as if it were imprisoned, unable to be pressed down even an inch.
This caused the enraged Ahoge King to change his expression. Before he could react, a tremendous force accompanied by excruciating pain shot through his abdomen, and his entire body was sent flying backward.
Retracting his right fist, Wang Hao toyed with the scabbard in his hand and sneered, " Arthur, you're a king with terrible taste. Not only did you misjudge me, but you also don't value this scabbard, which is ten or a hundred times more precious than that broken sword. Since you don't cherish it, then I'll cherish it!"
This scabbard is the very one he just snatched from Ahoge King's waist: Avalon, an ultimate defensive Noble Phantasm with the power of a small world.
Of course, compared to Avalon's defensive capabilities, he valued the small world contained within it even more.
This is not just any space, but a true miniature world.
Although its area is small, its essence is far superior to that of a mere space, and its potential is terrifyingly strong, which will be of great use to his next plan.
Lancelot!
Seeing his beloved father severely injured, Mordred, who had been unable to contain himself any longer, transformed into a streak of crimson Inazuma and charged forward, his greatsword slashing down with equal speed.
This time, Wang Hao did not move to defend himself, but the broad blade of the sword still failed to strike him.
However, this time it wasn't being held between two fingers, but rather blocked by a tough spatial barrier, preventing the sword, enveloped in crimson lightning, from advancing even an inch.
" Mordred, I must say you and your mother are both excellent pawns, even better than I expected. If it weren't for your excellence, I would have had to work much harder to complete the plan!"
Wang Hao, who had activated the Avalon space defenses, still wore an evil smile, constantly provoking Mo Zai in front of him and the many Knights of the Round Table had rushed up behind him with sharp words.
Lancelot!
As expected, Mo Zai became even angrier, and even more fierce and terrifying crimson lightning surged from his body, transforming into a crimson lightning domain that covered an area of a hundred meters in radius.
A terrifying aura of destruction spread out, forcing the many Knights of the Round Table who came to provide support to stop in their tracks to avoid being accidentally injured.
Before they could react, a figure was sent flying out of the lightning field, crashing into the ground and creating a huge crater. Everyone recognized him immediately – it was Mordred!
Mordred was in a terrible state at this moment. Most of his heavy armor was broken, his body was charred black, and what was worse, his magical aura was rapidly dissipating.
Sensing the rapidly dissipating magic, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
There can only be one reason for the dissipation of magical power: the cultivator's source of magical power has been destroyed, and they will inevitably become a cripple.
Although they were very dissatisfied with Mordred's previous rebellious behavior, they couldn't help but feel saddened to see his cultivation destroyed, and at the same time, they hated that man even more.
Lancelot!
Gawain roared, brandishing the Sword of the Sun, ready to fight Wang Hao to the death, but was stopped by a clear shout.
" Sir Gawain, immediately withdraw to the defensive line!"
Struggling to his feet, he took a deep look at the man opposite him. Although his anger and killing intent were burning fiercely, Ahoge King still managed to calm himself down and turned back to the defensive line.
The exchange just now had made her acutely aware of the gap between her and that man; there was absolutely no way they could possibly contend with him on their own.
It's not that they were weak, but after the previous series of battles, they were all seriously injured to varying degrees, and their condition had deteriorated significantly. The most severely injured, Bedivere, could not even suppress the power of the Evil God of Plague within him.
The most critical issue is that they all underestimated the power of the Evil God of Plague. This is a much more serious concern than Lancelot's formidable enemy and the Scourge Legion behind him.
Therefore, retreating to the defensive front and properly screening and dealing with those infected with the plague is the best option.
Gawain and the others retreated with resentment. Wang Hao did not rush to pursue them, but instead ordered his tens of millions of the Scourge Legion to slowly advance, striving to transform the army under the command of the Ahoge King into the Scourge army as soon as possible.
It wasn't that he was cold-hearted, but rather that the power of the Evil God of Plague was merely superficial; its true core actually stemmed from the evil thoughts deep beneath the Atlantic Ocean. Those whose bodies were corrupted by these evil thoughts were virtually beyond redemption, and with the current resources of the Ahoge King's side, there was absolutely no way they could save the entire Britain populace.
Therefore, his own plan for rebirth is the only future. Ending the lives of those soldiers and civilians corrupted by evil thoughts as soon as possible is also a kind of liberation for him.
At the same time, doing so would also allow him to take all the blame upon himself, thus avoiding the self-reproach of that girl Ahoge King.
Otherwise, if that girl were to suddenly have a brain fart and take all the blame upon herself, and then try to reverse time to go back and commit suicide, that would be a disaster.
After taking a deep look at the defensive line in the distance, Wang Hao ignored it and instead conjured an Frozen Throne beneath him. He sat on the throne and silently studied the newly acquired sword sheath, Avalon.
The Avalon sword sheath possesses extraordinary potential, and he now intends to use the small world within it to nurture a supreme treasure for his next plan.
The boundless power of death and ice expanded, instantly turning the surrounding hundred miles into a world of ice and snow, and it was still expanding rapidly.
Next, he plans to transform the entire Britain into a realm of ice, snow, and death, so that he can proceed with his next plan.
"That really does seem like it!"
Guinevere, watching the entire process from a secluded corner of the defensive line, became even more fascinated by the figure seated on the Frozen Throne, and her envy, jealousy, and hatred intensified.
Why does that bastard like that stupid woman Arthur instead of me?
"Are you really going to forge a holy sword that will kill yourself?"
Guinevere looked away, her thoughts becoming even more complicated.
She also knew most of the man's plan. The initial plan had been successfully completed, and the next step was to forge a holy sword powerful enough to kill the man, and for him to forge it himself.
I have no idea what that bastard was thinking!
"My fate has already been decided; you just need to obediently do your job!"
The husky-like Wang Hao's eyes flashed with a chilling light, once again warning this seemingly restless woman.
I really don't want to hurt her, please don't force me!
"What a boring man!"
Having been rebuffed, Guinevere turned to look at Gawain, who was speeding towards her. It seemed she could proceed with the second step of her deception plan.
"Your Majesty, the King requests your presence!"
Gawain gave a standard knightly salute; he was now truly anxious.
They had previously harbored some doubts about what the princess had said, but what had just happened had proven everything, and things were even worse than they had imagined.
Most importantly, they need to find a way to counter the power of the Evil God of Plague, or the whole of Britain will be destroyed.
Guinevere didn't say much, jumped onto the husky-themed Wang Hao, and rushed to the main camp.
"Queen!"
Upon entering the main tent, the Knights of the Round Table all rose and bowed.
Having understood Guinevere's predicament long ago, Ahoge King restored her to the status of Queen Guinevere. Now, everyone must bow to her, and even in this critical situation, they cannot lose their manners.
This is their code of chivalry!
"Your Majesty, you are aware of the current situation. Do you know of any way to counteract the power of the Evil God of Plague?"
While letting the doctor exploding her wounds, Ahoge King calmly asked a question, and all eyes in the room focused on Guinevere, their faces filled with hope.
The truth they had learned from that man had terrified them; none of them wanted to turn all of Britain into a land of the dead.
"No, the power of the Evil God of Plague is unstoppable, not to mention that the man has been planning this for years. Even if there were a way to counter it, there wouldn't be enough time."
Shaking his head apologetically to indicate his rejection greatly disappointed Ahoge King and the others. Although they hadn't held out much hope, they were still quite disappointed, even desperate, when the rejection came.
Just when everyone was in despair, Guinevere spoke up again.
"While I lack the means to subdue the power of the Evil God of Plague, I know how to save the countless people of Britain."
The apology on his face quickly turned into a gentle smile.
Knowing most of that bastard's plan, she naturally knew this was not the end; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to cooperate with him in fooling that stupid woman Arthur.
This is also their second step in the plan!
"Your Majesty, please speak quickly! We will do everything in our power to cooperate with you!"
As if grasping at the last straw, Ahoge King excitedly stood up, tearing open the bandaged wound again, causing blood to gush out. However, Ahoge King ignored this and stared intently at Guinevere in front of him.
The same was true for everyone else; only the female doctor, on the verge of tears, had to re-treat the wound of the disobedient patient, the Ahoge King.