Declaration of Condemnation

He clenched his sword fingers, and the Magnetic Field Power transformed into countless sharp swords that circled around him. The Imperial Extremity Hundred Weapons surrounded him, and in the next instant, the two swords clashed. Bai Mo's sword struck first despite being slower, and a ring of magic energy exploded across the entire sky of Camelot.

"Go!"

With a thought, the swords forged from the Imperial Extremity Hundred Weapons, still shrouded in smoke, flew towards Camelot's throne, accompanying his figure.

As if magnified, a cone-shaped beam suddenly pierced towards the Queen's Tower, and with a crack, the tower's protective shield shattered instantly.

Two figures landed instantly. The tower was now filled with Camelot's noble fairies. All the fairies stared at the figure before them. The black and blue dress resembled a bottomless pool in the night. Her face was hidden behind a veil, but... her eyes were unmistakable.

"He's even impersonating the Queen? The Queen's era is over!"

A noble fairy from the Fang Clan shouted sharply, ordering his knights to charge at the two in front of him. The knights unleashed their full power, reaching a staggering 800,000 horsepower.

The golden-armored knight leaped high, his halberd raised high, ready to cleave Mount Hua in two, but Bai Mo casually caught him with two fingers. With a flick of his fingers, the 800,000-horsepower fellow was sent flying uncontrollably behind the throne into the Great Hollow of Cernunnos, as if struck by a meteor.

He was shocked to discover that all his power had been completely sealed off. The Magnetic Field Heavenly Lock had appeared and been planted at some unknown time, and he was now just like an ordinary person, unable to even break free from the earth's gravity.

"Ahhh! No!"

The wailing vanished in the curse of Cernunnos, instantly transforming into Mors, which plummeted into the Great Hollow.

Upon witnessing this scene, the fairies felt a chill creep up their spines, but given the circumstances, none of them were willing to give up. They had been having a blast without Morgan, and asking them to go back now was too much to bear.

"Everyone, stop holding back! Let's attack together!"

Suddenly, a series of powerful auras erupted in the hall. Bai Mo glanced around and saw a total of eight people, with the weakest possessing 750,000 horsepower and the strongest reaching 900,000 horsepower.

"Not bad, looks like they've made a lot of use of the resources you left behind."

"These are just some things for operation; the real magical resources aren't here." Morgan and Bai Mo seemed completely unconcerned. The next moment, the fairies pounced forward.

Once the power reaches 900,000 horsepower, every step forward makes a world of difference.

Every difference in strength can determine victory or defeat; this is the world of true powerhouses, where numbers are irrelevant.

The armor was sliced open like melted butter, the shield was shattered along with the arm by the fist, and the helmet and head flew off together. The eight strongest fighters in the entire Fairy Britain, apart from the Fairy Knight and Woodwose, couldn't even withstand a single blow.

Even the strongest ones differ by a full 50,000 horses. The gap between 900,000 and 950,000 horses is an absolute chasm, and only a very few strong individuals have the opportunity to cross this chasm and fight against the strong with the weak.

Under normal circumstances, the only outcome is death.

All the fairies fell silent. Morgan walked slowly forward, with Bai Mo following behind her, step by step toward the throne. The fairies along the way all shut their mouths and made way for her.

On the jade throne, a staff rested on the armrest, surging with immense power. It was the staff used by Morgan, black and blue in color, resembling both a staff and a spear, with two sharp edges on the side, like a trident.

In less than half a month, more than one fairy tried to lift the staff, but no matter how strong they were, they could not budge it even slightly.

Unable to lift the staff, the magic of the throne remains as still as a sunken ship buried deep in the Dahai.

For this reason, countless fairies began searching for the so-called Child of Prophecy. In their view, since Morgan had disappeared, only the Child of Prophecy was qualified to lift the staff left behind by the Queen.

But they also found many "Child of Prophecy," and the result was that no one could lift the staff. In fact, even Caster could not lift it, despite the accumulation of thousands of years of Magecraft skill.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Morgan stretched out her hand and raised the staff as if it were a trivial branch. In an instant, light enveloped the entire Queen's Tower, a bright blue light emerged from the top of the tower, and Water Mirror enveloped the entire Camelot.

"You are Queen Morgan."

Someone whispered something, and the next moment, all the fairies knelt on the ground, wishing they could bury their heads in the floor. Their fear of the queen had reached its peak at that moment.

Morgan first looked out into the Great Hollow, where it seemed as if dark hands were reaching out, like some indescribable monster preparing to crawl out.

"I never imagined it would come to this. What happened? Why is Cernunnos's soul driving this body, unleashing such a powerful curse... and hatred?"

"There's no use thinking about it, I'll go take a look." Bai Mo said, and was about to jump down when Morgan stopped him.

"Let's race against time. This thing has existed for endless ages, an endless curse. Prioritize its transfer, then abolish this Lostbelt. While I'm casting the spell, you protect me. Don't let anyone get close to me, my Master."

Seeing this, Bai Mo nodded slightly. Then, Morgan sat back on his throne, with Bai Mo standing beside him, like a Damocles' sword hanging in the hall, aimed at the heads of everyone.

"Britain, heed my command!"

Morgan's words resounded throughout Britain; at that moment, all the cities and all the fairies heard the Queen's command.

"Britain, the long winter has come to an end. Once again, I declare the beginning of a new era, an era without curses and Calamity, an era without an end."

Humans, your suffering over the years has come to an end. A new era will be entered only by the innocent. Unredeemed fairies, fate has given you enough time. Your negligence must end here.

Here I put to trial the Six Great Clans of fairies of Britain. You are all guilty, and this is the time for judgment. You... will all die here!

The cold words came without any hesitation, and even carried a hint of exhilaration.

Inside the Queen's Tower, all the fairies were horrified. They knelt down, begging and praying, "Your Majesty, please don't! We... we have always respected you, you should know that! Please, have mercy!"

To be honest, it's quite surprising that one second they're about to kill them, and the next they're kneeling down begging for mercy.

"Leave this place, go and face your curse, complete your atonement."

Morgan's words remained devoid of emotion, and the fairies now realized that Morgan was serious. After speaking, they all grabbed their weapons—pens, brooches, anything that could be used as a weapon, anything that could kill that guy!

However, the moment they lunged forward, the scenery before them changed drastically. Beneath their feet lay the Great Hollow from which the cursed hand stretched out, and the hateful whispers of Cernunnos.

Bai Mo clapped his hands, and there were no other fairies left in the entire hall.

Morgan: "Finally, it's clean."