Lords of Camelot

This time, Ritsuka and the others finally got to see how powerful Gareth is now. It was not an exaggeration but an outrageous level.

She was able to restrain Morgan and Davian by herself. Even Davian was shocked by her powerful strength.

His daughter has grown to her full potential and has far surpassed him as a father. For some reason, even though he is now in a dark place, he still can't help but feel happy about this.

It's a pity that they can't sit down and have a good chat now, otherwise if Davian knew about Gareth's amazing achievements, he would probably be so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Of course, that was impossible to happen now. And because of Gareth's super help, Ritsuka and Custer successfully dealt a fatal blow to the two people in front of them.

But because of what happened in the sixth singularity, Ritsuka immediately shouted to be alert to those around him the moment he saw Davian disappear. He knew too well how troublesome it would be to resurrect Davian.

Although they defeated Morgan, Davian would fight them to the end before disappearing.

Sure enough, the next moment, a burst of flames and sword energy came from above, and the two sides started fighting again.

However, Ritsuka still relaxed. Or rather, anyone would think that encountering one resurrected enemy would be a big challenge, so how could they expect there would be a second one?

So when that fatal attack came towards Custer, Custer had no way to avoid it. At this moment, there was only fear and terror in her eyes, but someone rushed over and pushed him away, helping him block the attack.

"Castor, you idiot!" Oberon disappeared directly under the heavy power of this attack. No one could believe it, and Davian, with his wings spread, slowly fell from the air to Morgan's side.

"You have excellent companions, the only respect that can compare with me, Altria. But, one of them has disappeared." Morgan appeared in front of everyone again at this moment, and everyone's hearts were filled with fear.

She had clearly been defeated, so why? She couldn't possibly have the same resurrection ability as Davian, so what was going on?

"One of the servants who wanted to take my head is gone. Who should I kill next? Percival, I choose you."

Morgan said this and swung her spear, but luckily Gareth was faster this time. She rushed directly in front of Percival and swung her sword to deflect the attack.

Gareth had to admit at this moment that she was careless. Although her magic level could catch up with Morgan's, the reserves of both parties were not at the same level.

Morgan possesses a huge reserve of magic power that he has extracted from the goblins over the past two thousand years. Even if one clone cannot defeat so many of them, he can still kill all of them here.

“Gareth…My daughter of Panhuman History, you have grown up very well.

Not only did you inherit your stupid father's talent for swordsmanship, you also have my talent for magic.

It is really surprising that both of these things have come to fruition in you.

But this time you did something wrong.

You shouldn't have dispersed the light of miracle, and you shouldn't have let the First Legion wander around Camelot. If you had assembled from the beginning and headed straight for the Amyrlin Hall, I would have been the loser now."

Gareth's face was bitter at the moment, and she was a little shaken when she heard her daughter call out. However, at this moment, the two sides were still fighting, and she couldn't relax.

"Well, let's do it this way. Since everyone has come in, no one can leave." Morgan raised his hand and the light spears in the sky were like a rainstorm washing over the entire Camelot.

Looking at the people who were struggling, Morgan said with a smile:

"You don't think that defeating just one of me is enough, do you? If that's the case, then I should reflect on whether I have been too lax in my education and have made this fairy kingdom too peaceful.

As a magician, of course I can create as many parts as I want. Look up at the sky, it's time for you to realize the reality you are facing."

When everyone looked up, they finally discovered that a large number of Morgans were floating in the sky, and she was using huge and destructive magic spells to unleash them on the rebels.

Oberon discovered this fact before them and rushed over to protect Caster with all his strength. They all underestimated the queen who had ruled Britain for 2000 years.

Indeed, he had gone through all sorts of intrigues and infighting to finally put together this rebel army so that he could engage in the most direct battlefield battle with the Queen and Davian and the others.

But when things come down to the final execution stage, it is still the use of absolute violence that can achieve the greatest effect.

Unfortunately, Morgan's violence exceeded that of anyone else on the British Isles. Just as she and Davian had said, after the first hundred years of ruling the Fairy Kingdom, no one could surpass her in strength.

This was a storm that suddenly rose and a stage curtain that suddenly fell. Camelot was being burned and destroyed by Morgan.

Even though a small number of fairies and humans managed to escape into the barrier of miracle light formed by the assembled soldiers of the First Legion and gain protection, most of them had already died in wailing.

At times like these, Morgan reverted to her cruel, baser interests.

She would be happy to crush these rebels one by one at this moment. Now she is the embodiment of death that tortures, mocks, and buries fairies and humans alike. She can only be described as a witch of Britain.

"None of the rebels will survive, and the foreign magicians are no exception. This is the price you pay for being so self-righteous after just one pilgrimage. The blame should be borne by all those who flattered you to power. Die with your mission. My fairy kingdom does not need paradise, nor does it need the outside world."

At this moment, everyone was almost unable to hold on under the barrage of light guns in the sky. Morgan thought of someone at this time. She thought Merlin would come out to help them, but it turned out that he didn't have the courage to rush forward.

Humph, what a heartless man!

"Everyone... everyone..." At this moment, Caster's extraordinary perception could sense the emotions spreading throughout Camelot. Everyone was wailing and dying in pain.

All this was tormenting his nerves, and she felt that her spirit was about to collapse.

Morgan certainly knew what she was going through, but she didn't care and even mocked her:

"That's right, everyone will die because of your stupidity. There is no great awareness, and no chance of winning. I came all the way here without trusting anyone. I am an immature fairy of paradise, my compatriot who was fooled by the prophecy.

No one will thank you, no one will lend you a hand. No one will repay you, no one will praise you, and no one will share your happiness. You will die alone on the bloody hill, just like you in pan-human history. "

This sentence brought great fear to Custer, but Morgan did not intend to end it like this. She was still making her declaration. From the moment Custer set saving Britain as his goal, the fate of the Child of Prophecy was already doomed, and a being who had long been dead could not be saved.

"The one you should fight is not me, but the mission that drives you. So, goodbye."

After saying this, she raised her hand, and a huge destructive magic gathered power in her hand.

But just when everyone closed their eyes and waited for death, all of Morgan's clones suddenly disappeared. Davian looked around in disbelief...

Impossible! Could it be that something happened in the throne room?

Then, the wind brought new news, but it was not the news that Davian wanted.

"I am Aurora, the chief of the Wind Clan. This is all I can do since I cannot fight... I hope this voice can reach all the fairies in Britain."