[comprehensive] my king is here

"Have you eaten enough, Jack?"

"I'm full, but I still can't cope with the battle."

"Understood, let's go to the next one..."

Under the night, the woman led the girl on the street.

The woman had green hair, was wearing a green tube top skirt, and a coat, but the girl she was leading was dressed in a strange way, and her thin body was only covered with gray rags.

Looks like it was picked up from the ghetto.

At this point a mutation arose.

Gunshots rang out—

The little girl tore off the gray cloth she was wearing, and waved the flying bullets away.

"Mom, be careful."

"With Jack around, I'm not worried."

"Well! We will definitely protect mother."

The murderer known as Jack the Ripper smiled innocently.

Where no one was looking, several guns loaded with guns were aimed at women and children.

"Mother!!"

The green-haired woman fell down, and the blood gushing out of her abdomen stained the ground red.

The dense fog spread instantly.

How to describe the speed of fog?

When the killers hiding in the dark fired all the bullets and wanted to change the magazines, they found that they couldn't see anything clearly. Then, the gun fell to the ground, and their fingers seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid...

"what!!!"

Screams rang through the London night sky.

221B Baker Street.

Artoria stood up and walked to the window, but all she could see was the vast night and the shining lights.

She suddenly thought of a question.

"Mr. Moriarty, you didn't do anything to Ms. Lingxia, the Sixth Director, did you?"

Moriarty, who was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, smiled with an inscrutable smile, "Why? How do you say that?"

"What Mr. Holmes can find out you may not find out—you are a troublemaker."

"That's really sad to hear."

Artoria's guess was right. Percival, who was patrolling in the sky, jumped in from the window after a while, and he, who was always optimistic, frowned.

"Wang, Lingxia, the sixth guide, was attacked and injured in the abdomen. That assassin activated the treasure."

"What kind of treasure?"

"The magic fog is very corrosive. Ordinary people will definitely die within a few seconds in the magic fog."

Artoria looked back at Mycroft Holmes abruptly, he didn't need to remind him at all, he had already arranged the next thing.

Those who are at home should not go out, and those who are not at home should hide in nearby buildings.

"You shouldn't have provoked Assassin." Arturia stood in front of Moriarty and said every word.

Moriarty leaned back easily, "Every fairy tale needs a classic villain, without me, you are nothing."

Percival's eyes froze, and the long sword at his waist was already out of its sheath.

Artoria held down his sword hilt, and let go when he saw that he had retracted the sword. She turned to look at McCoff.

"Under your rule, why do you allow him to exist?"

King Arthur is actually a very easy-going and reasonable king.

All she cares about is the stability of the country and the happiness of the people. As for whether she will get any unfair evaluation or be despised by others, she doesn't care.

And the things she cared about were violated, and the king's majesty could make the most proud people in the world bow their heads.

The brilliance of the king can set off everything in the world to become bleak.

Watson's legs gave way and he sank into the chair.

But no one noticed.

It should be said that the aura just now was really terrifying, and it directly pulled people from the warm and comfortable house to the battlefield where corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like rivers.

Face the sharpest sword edge in the world.

Mycroft took one look at Moriarty and whispered, "Without him, his people would go from sane goldfish to irrational goldfish."

Therefore, to get rid of Moriarty, one must first eliminate his entangled forces underground.

Artoria also understands this truth, otherwise Moriarty would have given him the head when he appeared in front of her for the first time, but asking these questions now, she just couldn't swallow it.

"Are you angry?" Moriarty asked, with a childlike smile on his face, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

When he said such words, the indifferent expression on his face was clearly intentional, as if he was testing her bottom line step by step. When she took a step back, he took a step forward.

Parcival's sword rested on his neck, but he couldn't go any further.

Arturia raised her hand to hold his wrist.

Moriarty watched her with interest.

Maybe there is a guilty conscience in this level of interest, after all, the power of the King of Britain is really terrifying.

He didn't expect that he would have the emotion of being afraid, but it didn't make him shrink back, on the contrary, he was even more eager to try.

"I remember you once said that the people of Britain are against you, and you can stop it with a word, but what you said can't be realized. Is there anything more ironic than this?"

Artoria looked at him quietly.

a long time.

"You're right, it's really embarrassing."

"However, although I cannot prevent problems before they happen, I can remedy them in time."

Moriarty suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Please stay here, don't act rashly, and listen to Mr. Holmes carefully. How obedient are you? I ask you to stand instead of sit."

She left after speaking.

Percival put his sword back into its sheath, and wanted to keep up with Artoria. Before leaving, he said inadvertently, "There are two Mr. Holmes here, or you have a try, my king is the absolute leader of the King of Britain. force."

he's gone.

The same words made the two Holmes really listen to them.

Watson murmured, "Absolute leadership?"

what is that?

Others don't know, but Moriarty himself knows what it is.When he was doing trouble in the United States two years ago, Artoria, who had not yet been crowned, controlled him by saying "please give me the remote control".

It was as if it was an order given to the robot, and there was no way to disobey it.

Sherlock looked at Moriarty, and a hint of malice suddenly appeared in his cold eyes.

"Moriarty, stand up."

"..."

"Moriarty, sit down."

"..."

"Moriarty, let's do a dance."

"..."

Want to blow up Baker Street.

It was foggy for three days in a row in London.

In the [-]th century, London was known as the "Fog City". The reason was that the industrial revolution brought a lot of soot emissions, which were strongly acidic after mixing with London's icy fog.

After such a long time, the smog problem has long been resolved, and the people of London don’t know why this problem reappeared. Although the explanations on the news are reasonable, they always feel that something is wrong.

"If you don't let them go out, why should the government use it?"

"Problems that can be solved by wearing a mask, what's the big deal?"

"If I don't go to work, does the government support me?"

London citizens with such thoughts still walked out of the house. Those who reacted quickly and ran home in time would be weak, while those who reacted slowly died directly in the magic fog.

People who didn't know the truth found out after a long time that London's communication and transportation systems were all paralyzed, and they couldn't do anything except stay at home!

They thought of the New York War in the United States, and when they saw it in the newspapers, they could talk about the bad luck of the United States irrelevantly, but when things really happened to them, they were completely at a loss.

Has Britain been invaded by aliens too?

Will a superhero come to our rescue?

Who will save us?

They didn't know that in the fog, the Knights of the Round Table had fought Jack the Ripper several times in the encounter that caused all this, and rarely gained the upper hand.

Jack the Ripper didn't confront him head-on at all, he used the fog to sneak attack, and then retreated in time when the other Knights of the Round Table arrived. Regardless of her appearance as a child, she had a very flexible mind.

In the barrier of fog, the agility of the heroic spirits drops by one level, and they will lose their sense of direction. Among them, except for Arturia who has a strong sense of intuition and Galahad who is completely free from mental pollution, everyone else It's hard to win in guerrilla warfare.

And most of the time, they have to protect the victims in the hands of Jack the Ripper, very passive.

The clock tower also tried to solve this problem, but the power of the magician is limited. Although he will not die immediately in the magic fog, he will suffer continuous damage and eventually die.

Artoria was patrolling around Baker Street alone, and occasionally came across a few monsters born in the magic fog and wiped them out.

She worriedly thought that Miss Lingxia, the sixth guide, might be in danger, otherwise Jack the Ripper would not have released the magic mist so frantically to absorb the magic power of ordinary people.

Yes, they had already learned her real name, and with the discerning eyes of Weber Velvet and Kai, it was not difficult.

It's useless now.

Who would have known that Moriarty would actually send a killer to assassinate Reika the Sixth Dao, and the serious injury of the Sixth Dao Lingxia caused Jack the Ripper to release the Noble Phantasm regardless of the consequences.

They could no longer kill her without alarming her.

Strange to say, where did she get so much magic power to release this fog barrier for so many days?

She was walking alone in the fog, and even though she couldn't see her hands when she raised her hands, the intuition of Level A was enough to keep her from losing her way.

A door on the side of the road suddenly opened.

With a flash, Artoria appeared in front of the door, grabbed the handle and closed the door.

The person inside the door: "..."

"Is there something wrong?" Arturia asked, thinking that going out at such a dangerous time might be something important.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the door, and a magnetic and pleasant voice sounded, "Hey, sweetheart, are you happy to hear my voice?"

Natasha, who was inside the door, whispered, "Didn't Kay say that...she doesn't know us at all."

So is there any point in saying that?

At this time, the serious and clean voice of the King of Knights came from outside the door.

"Yes, Mr. Stark, it's good to hear your voice."

The author has something to say: Daily update×9

In Urobuchi Gen's setting, Arturia doesn't like despicable actions, and as a knight, she hates fighting by all means.

In Nasu Kinoko's setting, Arturia doesn't care whether her actions are unscrupulous or not.As a king, her eyes are always on the future results.In order to achieve greater victories, defrauding opponents and sacrificing a small number of innocent lives are all taken for granted.

Which do you think is better?

I think the former is biased towards knights, and the latter is biased toward kings.