Lords of Camelot

"Kill him! Now!" Spriggan gave an order, and the soldier next to him immediately chopped off the head of the person who did it.

Morgan, who was seriously injured, fell to the ground powerlessly, coughing up blood. She was also careless. This is the arrogance of a person with power.

Spriggan's overly hasty order also caused trouble, and the scene went straight into a riot under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives.

The sound of clashing blades, roars and hisses broke out in the huge throne room, and all the people and goblins were caught up in a blind fight.

The current situation is completely out of Spriggan's control. He can only try his best to gather his remaining soldiers and work hard to protect the fallen queen. The situation here will surely be reported to Davian soon, and he will definitely rush back to suppress the situation.

Sure enough, not long after, Chi Yan's Phoenix rushed into the hall and burned some of the superior fairies who were still fighting, while shocking the rest. Then Davian undid his transformation and landed next to Morgan.

Without saying a word, Davian quickly pulled out the sharp blade that had pierced Morgan's body. Then, there was a light of recovery, and Morgan's external injuries were no longer visible.

From the looks of it, she has fully recovered.

However, the next moment, from Davian's perspective, Morgan suddenly spat out a large mouthful of dirty blood.

He could even smell a terrible stench. At this time, Davian looked at the sharp blade he had just pulled out in disbelief. At this time, he could see clearly that the blood on the sword had changed color. This was a kind of poison that they did not understand.

"How could it be! How could this happen! It shouldn't have been this ending... it shouldn't have been this ending!" Davian held Morgan in his arms, but at this moment he could only feel Morgan's vitality fading away bit by bit in his arms.

Feelings of powerlessness, hatred, and anger filled his heart at the moment. His wails echoed throughout the entire throne room. This was not the ending they wanted!

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this! This definitely shouldn't be your ending! This should never be the case!!!"

As Davian was wailing, Morgan used her last bit of strength to grab Davian's wrist and said to her:

"Ah... Davian, you came back just in time. At least at the end... let me thank you. Thank you for your dedication over the past thousand years. You kept the beautiful dream of a foolish girl until the last moment..."

She spat out blood as she spoke, and the smelly and vicious blood burned Davidian's body and soul at this moment.

"Finally... at this last moment, please do one last thing for me... for me, please... please write the ending of this story...

Although Ash's story is dead, the beginning and the process of Morgan and Davian's story were written by you and me. It is a story that belongs only to us...

So, please, write an ending for this story... write an ending for this story of you and me, for the fairy kingdom, for Britain. "

Hearing these words, Davian hugged Morgan tightly, hoping to bring her some warmth, and assured her:

"Yes! I promise, I will write an ending for this story! It will definitely be a solemn and beautiful ending! Whether it is the story of you and me, or the story of Britain and this fairy country!"

"Really? That's really... great..."

At this point in the conversation, Davian could clearly feel that something was broken, that was the magical connection between him and Morgan.

All of her last words before she died fell into Davian's ears, but at this moment, it was not only the current words, but also every bit of the past that was tormenting his nerves.

[After that, I will say to them as the hostess of this country - welcome to the fairy country Britain, guests. I hope the scenery here can remain in your memory forever.]

[Humph~ If I don't put some pressure on them, how can they take the path they should take? If they continue like this, how can they stand before me as the strongest opponent? If they can't beat me, how can they prove that they are the destined ones who can control this holy spear? ]

【Davian, I love you.】

Those memories burned his nerves like a red-hot iron. Davian scratched his hair repeatedly with his bloody hand like a madman. The pain brought by Morgan's death destroyed the last bit of sanity that he relied on Morgan to maintain.

At this moment, he finally stepped into the final abyss!

Finally, he calmed down and then lowered his head to kiss Morgan's lips that were still warm and stained with poisonous blood. The poison also flowed through his body at this moment, and he also felt the pain that Morgan felt.

Even at this moment, he was savoring the pain carefully.

At this point he had already thought of how he would write the ending for this story. Now that Morgan was gone, everything would end in flames.

So he still has a lot of things to do, a lot.

"I'm sorry, Lord Davian. I made such a big mistake because of my carelessness. If you want to chop off my head now, I am willing to accept the death."

Spriggan's words made Davian raise his head. He looked at the injured Spriggan and said nothing for a while. It seemed that Spriggan had done his best from his position, but there was only so much he could do.

"Go ahead, Spriggan. Cherish the rest of your time and remember to close the door when you leave."

Davian's words were so cold that Spriggan shuddered, so he quickly fled from this dangerous place with his remaining men.

Then there was a sound of something falling through the air. Davian probably guessed that it was Bawanshi who jumped down.

That's good, just as he wished, it saves him the trouble of throwing Bawanshi down.

[Davian! Davian! What happened? Davian!]

Came the voice of the panhuman Smorgen, she had not expected this to happen.

But now Davian wouldn't hear anything she said - it would just sound annoying to him.

At this moment, Davian stood up and looked around at the senior goblins who were still at the scene.

How could these disgusting beings be so stupid? Why didn't they just run away with Spriggan? Did they think it would be profitable for them to stay here?

Davian didn't know if they thought so, but it didn't matter. He picked up the sword and started to kill them one by one, slowly, bit by bit, cherishing this moment and not wasting it.

The superior goblins began to wail, and many of them ran to the door and tried to open it and escape while Davian was dismembering the unlucky ones he had chosen bit by bit.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, the door could not be opened.

Before leaving, Spriggan helped Davian lock the door from the outside.

So they could only turn around and face Davian's sharp sword. The passionate insults in the throne room soon turned into weak wails, and finally into the sound of blood splashing.

When Noknalei arrived at the throne room first and opened the door, the pungent smell of blood hit her in the face and she almost couldn't stand it.

What she saw afterwards made her eyes widen involuntarily—there were only corpses of the senior goblins and blood spilled all over the hall.

The only thing that has not been contaminated by this dirty goblin blood... is the huge jade throne.