Chapter 418

Chapter 154 The Choice of the Rebellious Knight

"Mother, Queen Mother?!"

Mordred didn't expect to see Morgan here. Her muscles were tense and her face was nervous as she looked at the mysterious and distant queen in front of her, who gave her a great sense of shock.

Mordred carefully and carefully observed Morgan, and soon she found the familiar place in Morgan.

Gradually, the Morgan in front of her merged with the Morgan in Mordred's memory.

The only difference was that the Morgan in the pan-human history was a little crazy and was stimulated by King Arthur's actions.

The Morgan in front of her was calm, elegant and mysterious, like a witch, and like Her Majesty the Queen who oppressed Britain.

Although the temperament was different, the distant tone of calling herself and the habits of some small behaviors were no different from the Morgan in Mordred's pan-human history memory.

At this moment, Mordred was sure that the Morgan in the Lostbelt had indeed become one person with the Morgan in the pan-human history.

"Mother, why are you here?" "Four eight zero"

Mordred said this, she looked around nervously, afraid that other Knights of the Round Table would see her alone with Morgan.

If they really saw it, they would definitely be suspicious of her because of Mordred's past.

"It's so ugly, Mordred!"

"...I don't remember ever educating you to live so humbly."

"You have to look at other people's faces to do what you want. I 'gave birth' to you and raised you up, not to let you listen to orders, even without self!"

Morgan's cold and calm words made Mordred blush, she lowered her head in shame and anger and said: "...No, mother, I'm not..."

Mordred wanted to explain something, but she didn't know how to explain it.

She was originally a proud knight. When she heard Morgan's ridicule and heard Morgan say that she had to look at the faces of other Knights of the Round Table to act, in addition to the shame in her heart, she was more angry.

That anger was not towards Morgan, but towards herself.

That's right, why should she care about the opinions of the Knights of the Round Table? She should have lived more for herself, showing her own style and appearance, so why should she care about other people's opinions.

Just like she did not regret ending the legendary story of King Arthur at the Battle of Cambridge.

She was so cheerful and brave at that time, but now she is so timid.

Seeing the shame and anger on Mordred's face, Morgan's tone softened a little, and she sighed: "...I have to admit my mistake."

"...I shouldn't have told you the story of King Arthur when you were a child, so that you had an inappropriate admiration for her."

"King Arthur is not worthy of your admiration. She was born with a mission, just like me, the fairy of paradise, who was born to end the Age of Gods in Britain."

"...Even if there is no King Arthur, there will be another 'king' who will complete his mission and end the last Age of Gods."

"My failure, Vortigern's failure, is only because we are enemies of the entire human history. With the remnants of our two Age of Gods, how can we be the opponents of the entire human history."

Speaking of this, Morgan laughed at herself. In these long six thousand years, she is no longer the ignorant witch, nor the poor person who hates the injustice of fate.

When she calmed down and looked at her past history, under the guidance of her husband, Morgan had understood many things, her horizons were broadened, and she understood the course of history.

"Altria Pandragon's wish to choose a new king is not wrong. She is self-aware and knows that she is not a qualified king."

Morgan's mocking words to King Arthur made Mordred couldn't help but refute: "... No, father, she is a qualified king, at least she is more suitable to be a king than me!"

For King Arthur, whom she has always admired since childhood, Mordred does not want others to question him. In addition to questioning King Arthur, it is also a question of herself.

When the person you have always admired and pursued is not as perfect as you imagined, the huge gap will make it difficult for you to accept it.

This is what Mordred has been rejecting.

"You are right about the second half of this sentence. Compared to you, my sister is indeed a qualified king."

Morgan's words made Mordred even more ashamed and angry. It would be painful for any child to be told by his mother that he was useless and untalented.

"But you can't be blamed for this. I didn't educate you well since you were a child, because I didn't understand the principles of being a king at that time."

"... If I had raised you to adulthood, I believe you would have become a better king than King Arthur."

Morgan's gentle tone was filled with regret. "If" is only if after all, this thing is impossible to happen.

"But if you think she is a qualified king, you are wrong."

"...Don't deceive yourself, Mordred, ask yourself if she is really a qualified king, and whether she deserves your admiration."

"If she is a qualified king, the perfect Knight of the Lake will not betray. If she is a qualified king, why are there so many Camelot soldiers willing to follow you when you choose to betray her?"

"... Knowing that you are going to go to war with King Arthur, the people and soldiers are willing to follow you and fight her at Camlann..."

"If she is a king who is admired by people, how can the people support your rebellion when they know about it? They will only capture you at the first time and wait for King Arthur to return from the war and judge you."

"... King Arthur does not understand human hearts. This is a well-known truth. Therefore, after her death, the legendary kingdom fell apart and the Knights of the Round Table became history."

"King Arthur's only role is to end the Age of Gods in Britain, that's all!"

Morgan's words seemed to have infinite magic. Those words that Mordred usually dared not think deeply about entered her heart, causing Mordred to be greatly shaken.

Before, in front of Xixiang, Mordred had already wavered once.

And now Morgan has obtained the seed of betrayal. Although it is only a tiny bit of power of the betrayed demon, this little power is enough to arouse the betrayal in people's hearts.

What's more, Mordred already has such an idea. The power of betrayal is just expanding her mind, allowing her to think about the problem more rationally and deeply.

Mordred has been denying all this. That is just her self-deception. She is not afraid that King Arthur is not as perfect as she imagined. She is only afraid of the mistake of her life goal.

But now, in front of Morgan, Mordred's unwillingness to face the emotions hidden in the deepest part of his heart still broke out.

Unlike Xixiang's words, in Mordred's eyes, Xixiang is just a stranger, and his words may have his own purpose.

But Morgan is her mother, the mother who raised her to adulthood. The mother's words always make children think deeply and make children believe.

"Think carefully about what I said, Mordred, and you should know what to do."

"...You are my child, this is indisputable, and I love you too."

"Follow me, I will bring you a wider sky, to the land promised by God!"

"...Unlike King Arthur, I recognize you and accept you!"

As Morgan's voice fell, her figure slowly disappeared in front of Mordred.

"Mother..."

Mordred looked at the place where Morgan disappeared, and she murmured with a complicated expression.

But her hand had subconsciously grasped the hilt of the 'Sword of Rebellion'.

No matter how she didn't admit it, the betrayal in her heart had been expanding without limit. When the first doubt came into being, it began to spread like cancer cells and could no longer be stopped.

No matter how she denied it, Mordred actually knew that she had made a choice.

Chapter 155 The end of mankind and the planet is coming

Above the sky, hundreds of Morgans looked at the fairies kneeling on the ground at their feet, begging her to save them.

Facing the fairies' pleas for mercy, Morgan's heart was as cold as ice, and there was no emotion on her beautiful face. There was even a hint of mocking smile on the corner of her charming mouth.

She raised the scepter of royal power in her hand, and on the dress that symbolized the Queen of Britain, a terrifying magic power that made people inexplicably palpitate was gathering rapidly in it.

The fairies who saw this scene were ecstatic, thinking that Queen Morgan was finally going to take action personally to eliminate the disaster.

And as long as these fairies belonged to the Queen and continued to be loyal to the Queen, they could live a stable life.

But the next moment, the fairies were completely desperate.

Because Morgan had no intention of saving the fairies, she gently moved the scepter of royal power downward, and hundreds of Morgans were connected together with the magic of mirrors, forming a magnificent and unparalleled magic!

A beam of magic power shot out from the staff in Morgan's hand and passed to the "mirror" displayed by a Morgan's staff.

In an instant, the beams of magic power intertwined and turned into a complex pattern.

And every time the 20 beams of magic power intertwined, the magic power on them doubled rapidly.

When the insignificant magic power rolled over a hundred times, the huge amount of magic power condensed on it had exceeded the detection value of the Chaldean instrument!

A fierce alarm sounded from the Chaldean instrument carried by Li Xiang, which was inexplicably harsh.

But at this moment, the people of Chaldea could not stop Morgan at all, and could only watch her throw the terrifying deep purple and blue light ball into the city of Camelot.

"Boom————"

After time stopped for a moment, a violent explosion suddenly sounded.

The capital of the British fairy country, Camelot, was almost instantly blown into the sky. The huge magic power spread, and one-third of the city turned into ashes in an instant.

Within the explosion range of the magic power, whether it was the fairy or the cursed Morse, they all became a passing cloud.

Then, countless points of light fell like rain, crashing into the city of Camelot. Countless towering buildings collapsed, and the goblins screamed, wailed, begged, and cursed.

But no matter what the goblins did, they would only face death!

Morgan, with the power of the curse, killed more than 100,000 fairies with just one strike. The remaining fairies finally knew that the queen would not save them.

These fairies rushed out of the ruins of Camelot, no one cared about anyone, and no one could save anyone.

But at this moment, a loud dragon roar came from the sky, and a steel dragon flew down from the clouds.

The dragon's tail spewed out blazing flames, she swooped down and opened her dragon mouth, spitting out an extremely blazing dragon breath!

The power of the dragon's breath incinerated everything, and the dragon's breath also carried the power of the curse. As long as the fairies were slightly contaminated, they would turn into Morse and lose their souls and will.

At the same time, at the main gate of Camelot, a woman with a majestic figure spewed black flames in her eyes.

Bagster regained her name as the Black Dog. She had horns like a demon on her head, and black flames were burning all over her body. She held a big sword that was no less than her figure.

Those black flames seemed to have self-awareness, and they turned into black hounds while twisting.

These hounds spit out their tongues and fangs, and scattered wildly in all directions. They turned into hunters and began to hunt fairies.

Whether it was Melusin as the dragon of Albion or Bagster as the black dog, they themselves were one of the phenomena of the great disaster.

It was only because Morgan had been suppressing the disaster and sealing the curse for two thousand years that the two were able to walk on the earth as fairies.

Now that Morgan took the initiative to release the curse and lift the seal, the two fairy knights naturally restored their true bodies.

The two fairy knights were given the power of Xixiang, so even the curse of God could not take away their reason and mind, but could manipulate the power of the curse to make themselves stronger!

Above, the giant dragon roared and spewed dragon breath to burn the earth, and below, the black dog raged and the river of curse rolled endlessly. The fairies were completely in despair and distortion, and began to kill each other, trying their best to find a ray of hope.

At this time, another human knight appeared. Percival, who was also given the name of Fairy Knight, led the human warriors of the Fairy Kingdom to join the battlefield.

As the descendants of the Godly Witch, the curse of the Horned God will not only not harm them, but will bless them with strength.

The humans who have been enslaved by the fairies for twelve thousand years also poured their desire for freedom and their anger on those despicable fairies at this time.

This is a thorough massacre, not only a massacre of the 300,000 troops invading Camelot, but also a massacre of the fairies living in the city of Camelot.

In this day alone, I am afraid that more than one million fairies will die in this Camelot.

The entire Camelot has completely turned into hell except for the inner city and the tower where the queen is.

Some fairies want to rush into the inner city to seek safe shelter, but the Mirror Clan led by Bavanshi and Gareth has been guarding there.

With the many protective magics that Morgan had set up over the past two thousand years, they easily blocked the goblins' desperate struggle and isolated the curse and despair outside the inner city.

And in the scene of hell with flames rising to the sky and dark clouds covering the ground, hundreds of Morgans were restored to one again. She slowly fell from the air and stood in front of the people of Chaldea.

Morgan's beautiful face was covered with a thin black veil. She was wearing a gorgeous dress. Her beautiful eyes turned slightly and scanned everyone present.

Finally, her eyes fell on her acquaintances, King Arthur and her Knights of the Round Table.

"The idea of ​​conquering Camelot must have been decided by Merlin."

"... He must have thought that I would stop the outbreak of the Great Disaster, even if it meant letting the fairies break into my tower, even if I faced death, I would not let the disaster destroy my beloved Britain."

"Unfortunately, Merlin's cleverness backfired in the end. He never thought that I would release this curse and let it infect the land I love."

Morgan's cold voice came from under the black veil, with an indescribable mockery in his tone.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at Merlin. This nightmare was no longer laughing at this time. He looked solemn and even a little shaken.

"Vivian..."

Merlin whispered Morgan's name as a fairy. In many legends, Morgan was one of the nine fairies, the true fairy and master of Avalon.

480At the same time, no matter which legend it was, she was the culprit who sealed Merlin in the tower and prevented him from getting out.

At this time, Merlin did not trust himself.