Lords of Camelot

As the days passed, it was already mid-March. Everyone was ready. Lancelot stopped traveling between France and Britain, Tristan packed his luggage, and Gao Wenqing was also ready. They all knew what they should do when the day came.

And it was in their expectation that Arthur issued the order to assemble. All the warriors were ready, and the high-ranking knights came to the royal court. Davian placed his water sword on the table. He just sat there and no one dared to ignore him or despise him.

"It's time." This was Arthur's first sentence to the crowd, and everyone's face became more serious than ever before.

"The First Legion will lead the way, I will be in the middle, and King Perinoa will be the rear guard. The army is moving out! To fight Vortigern!"

When this order was given, everyone immediately started moving. It was time to set off. Now was the time to fight Vortigern!

With just this order, the meeting was over. Davian strode out of Carrion City and went outside the city. Everyone in the First Legion was ready. The army was going to attack Vortigern today!

"The army advances!" Davian gave the order, and Wenqinlib led the troops in front, and the others followed. The First Legion set out, and they would serve as the spearhead to defeat all the enemies who blocked their way.

Such a large-scale military deployment could not be concealed at all. All the princes on the continent knew that Arthur had taken action, and they were waiting to see whether Arthur would defeat Vortigern or Vortigern would devour Arthur.

However, the daily battle reports made them feel terrified. Davian and his First Legion destroyed all the enemies in front of them with overwhelming force. Although they were just scattered soldiers under the Saxons and Vortigern, the speed of their overwhelming force was so fast that it was frightening.

They even heard rumors that Davian's killing was far more horrific than that of others. No matter who they were, they would have compassion and hesitation when killing people, but Davian did not. No matter how many people came, as long as they became his enemies, he would kill them.

This cruel and cold-blooded behavior simply terrified them. Was this the model knight Davian from before? Was he no longer pretending? Although he was killing Saxons, why could this guy do it without hesitation?

But these people's thoughts would not enter Davian's mind. He just led the First Legion forward, and kept moving forward. Now he has led his team to the city of Lontinium. If it were not for the light equipment and fast travel, he would have already started preparing to attack the city with siege equipment.

In the city, Vortigern waved his hand and asked his generals, whose minds had been distorted, to prepare. He was too lazy to say a lot of things, as Anagumas would do it later.

"He arrived so quickly, this lion... How could my brother's son attract such a reckless and crazy person? I really can't imagine that with his personality, he would have such a person as a subordinate."

Vortigern spoke to the shadows, and as he spoke, Anagumas slowly walked out of the shadows.

"Once the spell is complete, the powerful magic will flow completely into your body, and the transformation will begin from that moment. Your Majesty, there will be no turning back from that moment on."

Vortigern nodded. This would be the final battle. He would devour flesh and blood and turn into a giant dragon to bring death to everyone on Britain, turning this island into the embodiment of darkness.

"Let me fight the Lion Knight Davian. This is the last thing I can do for you." Anagumas had chosen his opponent. Vortigern stood up from the throne and saluted him. He knew this was the last time.

Anagumas withdrew, and when he next appeared he was outside the castle and on the city road.

There is no one left in this city. For the sake of his apprentice or... son, he has killed too many people, too many, and now it is finally time to settle everything.

No matter what the final result is, whether Arthur wins or Vortigern wins, he will not be able to survive. This is the last thing he has to do.

Many years ago, he chose Vortigern and gave up Uther. He thought he could change the island, but he failed. Vortigern also failed. They were all losers, losers who could not take the right path and could only choose the dark path.

"So, what will happen to you? Son of Uther, how long can you hold on? In any case, this is only the last glory, the fate of the island is already determined... and you are here."

The silver-haired woman appeared in front of him. She slowly raised her hand, and a bottle of potion was in her hand.

"This is a gift, but also a poison. It will restore you to your peak and bring you to the ultimate you can reach. However, after drinking this, all you will face is death. But for you, this doesn't matter."

What this vicious woman said was true, and Anagumas would not deny her words. He walked over and took the potion from her hand. It was truly a vicious gift.

"I really can't imagine the talent of you guys. I have studied magic for my whole life, but you have completely surpassed me in just ten years. You are the geniuses who can truly decide the fate of the world."

Hearing his words, Morgan snorted disdainfully. She was of course aware of her talent, but how could the Anagumas in front of her be simple? If he was willing to give up his human body, he could have reached a higher level long ago, but he chose to die as a human.

"Don't look at me like that. If the body changes, the spirit will change as well. After you awakened the power of the island master, are you still the innocent girl you once were? When you saw your brother, did you have the urge to tear his throat?"

This completely infuriated Morgan, and she attacked angrily but was easily blocked by Anagumas.

"I'm not as good as you outside, but here I am at home. The whole of Londinium is my magic workshop. How can you beat me here?"

Morgan knew about this, of course, but she had briefly lost her mind at that time. Even though she had calmed down now, she still looked at Anagumas with resentment.

"Hahahaha~ You are not as cute as you were back then. Even after becoming a wife and a mother, you are still like this."

Anagumas laughed, and then Morgan disappeared. After she left, Anagumas looked lonely.

These people are really pitiful. Their fate is in Merlin's hands, just like dancing in her palm. How could Britain become like this?