One army, one king
"Danger! Back off, Mr. Bai Mo! Ritsuka and Mash, run!"
Gareth, who had been mostly silent, suddenly roared loudly. Then, a fierce curse erupted from the body of the Beryl Grey Wolf, spreading outwards like a fire hydrant. Morgan, seeing the fierce curse, immediately sensed that something was wrong.
She had spent her entire life dealing with the curses of fairies, but the curses before her were strikingly different, mixed with a unique scent that only humans possessed.
The eruption instantly enveloped everything. Melusine's essence still contained elements of the Calamity of the Dragon. In order to prevent Bai Mo from having another enemy, she could not come into contact with the cursed mist that was so dense.
Morgan immediately led his companions away. These curses were clearly effective on humans as well. Damn Beryl, what on earth were they researching before that they created such a thing?
Morgan was already somewhat regretful. Perhaps he should have taken responsibility for the consequences of killing his Master and killed Beryl directly. But regret was pointless now. He couldn't let the people around him suffer this, nor could he allow this cursed mist that affected humans to be released.
She led everyone to the top of the city wall, and then waved her staff. The area where the curse was located was instantly enveloped by the light barrier that had imprisoned Melusine.
The curse that threatened humanity has now been sealed away.
Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, her gaze towards Gloucester had changed. Was there really any need to save this place? Or rather, was there any hope for this place at all?
In the burning Gloucester, the "Child of Prophecy," ordered to kill the other Child of Prophecy, immediately launched a battle Gloucester.
It's impossible to tell who's who now, and I can't even remember who the guy in front of me is, but no matter what, there's no reason to hand over the title of "Child of Prophecy" to someone else.
Then kill everything you see, whether it's a goblin or Child of Prophecy. The one who survives will be the true Child of Prophecy to ring the bells of Gloucester. Then, wealth, beauty, glory, power—everything will be yours.
Go ahead and kill! This is a war to save the world, an act to save the world!
Therefore, no matter how bloody the process or how heinous the act, it will surely be forgiven.
The streets stained crimson with blood, turning the once charming English-style cobblestone path blood red. A powerful Fang Clan fairy pinned a Wind Clan fairy beneath her, tore off her wings, ripped off her spine, and used her head as a flail to smash the Earth Clan fairy beside her to death.
After slaying the enemy, don't forget, the Child of Prophecy killed the most. Bloodied heads hang from his shoulders, what a majestic savior!
In just one day, the beautiful city of Gloucester was transformed into a living Hell.
Morgan recalled the fragments of memories that Morgan of Pan-Human History had entrusted to him when he gave her his memories and Magecraft skills— Britain Lostbelt under normal circumstances.
There was nothing, nothing existed. The fairies had completely vanished, and what remained were beings devoid of reason, existing like animals.
Even if nothing happens, fairies will eventually destroy themselves, won't they?
"Barghest."
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"
Barghest was puzzled. Why was he being called by his name at this time? Morgan then spoke in an almost emotionless tone:
"Didn't you say you wanted to protect the fairies? You wanted to save these guys?"
Open your eyes wide and take a good look; this place is simply not worth saving.
Manchester, now a Hell place, saw all the fairies display their most fanatical and extreme attitudes at the banquet, killing indiscriminately with hammers, roadside stones, teeth, and claws...
The difference between humans and fairies lies here: when humans see such a scene, they think it's all insane and choose to run away, but fairies will happily attend the banquet.
Barghest lowered her head. What was happening now was, without a doubt, trampling on her principles. In her eyes, these fairies deserved to die.
"... Your Majesty, please allow me to bring back those scattered humans."
"You'd better not leave my side; there are still enemies lurking in the shadows."
"How can a knight remain indifferent to such a situation? Even if there is only one, I must take action. Besides, Mr. Bai Mo also said to move the people here."
"Right now, the only one capable of fighting in this environment is me, Gawain."
Everywhere were fighting goblins; this was indeed Gawain's most comfortable fighting environment, the one he commanded the black hounds in. Morgan was silent for a moment, then said coldly:
"Don't forget your true nature. If you bare your beastly teeth, I'll pierce your skull."
As soon as he finished speaking, a metallic clang rang out, and a flying sword with the power of 750,000 horsepower shot towards him, only to be stopped by Morgan raising a finger. The Magecraft spell within it was instantly analyzed and controlled.
But that's not all. In the distance, before the army of the Clan of the King, beams of light appeared.
That's an attack? No, it's a magnetic field fairy!
"Go! Destroy all those false Child of Prophecy, for the sake of your queen!"
Beneath that banner, everyone could see the Queen of the North standing there, along with Spriggan, who, with the obsequious air of a jester, was pouring wine for Knocknarea.
"Kill! Kill!"
The Queen of the North distributed her forces among her subordinates. Although these men were not numerous, they were all capable of using their power. At this moment, they formed a ring around the Queen, with battle still raging overhead, and charged towards Gloucester.
"Foolish fellow, arrogant Knocknarea. Melusine, go and bring the enemy leader. As for these fellows..." Morgan said coldly, a magnificent magic circle appearing beneath her feet, even without a throne, even with only a relatively insignificant amount of magic power available.
Half of Britain's army is not worthy to stand before her.
She turned to Caster and said, "Look at you, third-rate guy. I don't know who taught you Magecraft. But now that you've rung the bell, these guys aren't going to let you off the hook, whether you like it or not."
"Now, watch closely, and see what the fighting style of the Fairy of Paradise is all about."