"What is that...?"
In the square of the inner city, someone murmured.
Thus, the noisy cheers of the crowd who were waiting for the founding ceremony gradually faded.
Then, it disappeared.
Everyone just looked up silently, and then stared at the black-robed figure in the red clouds that was gradually rising higher in the distant sky.
In Esgania, no one does not know what that robe represents.
It is a totem, a symbol that has been deified.
"Your Majesty Cain?"
Someone murmured.
...
...
But soon, the man who spoke was loudly refuted by a soldier in silver armor beside him: "Ridiculous, His Majesty Cain died in the Battle of the Valley of the End a long time ago!"
"It was personally confirmed by His Majesty and several legendary Knights of the Round Table. How could it be wrong?"
"This is just a thief who broke in rashly, imitating His Majesty Cain's attire."
"but--"
The soldier also raised his head and fixed his gaze on the figure in the air.
As a soldier who once followed the Knight King in his conquests and personally fought against the abyss monsters on the battlefield, although his rank is not very high, his strength of the second ring and his mental power are far beyond that of ordinary civilians.
And in his spiritual perception.
This figure in the distant sky is emitting a majestic and breathtaking aura.
This kind of momentum is far beyond the reach of even the title-level legion commander in his legion.
The only ones who could be compared with him were those legendary Knights of the Round Table whom he had once caught a glimpse of.
"This person pretending to be His Majesty Cain is also a legend?"
"Are they the remnants of King Futigeng that have not been wiped out, or are they powerful men sent by other countries on the continent to get their hands on the land of Esgania?"
"Here at the time when the founding ceremony is about to take place, what on earth does this thief want to do?"
Such a thought made the soldier feel panicked.
But he soon calmed down again.
The empire of today is no longer the weak force that was formed by a group of guerrillas when it was first established. It could barely muster a legendary fighter and could only survive by mixing in the Dawn Church and Vortigern's army.
As the saying goes, heroes emerge in troubled times.
Years of bloody battles have already forged a truly battle-hardened army.
Today's empire is the real master of this land and is no longer afraid of any powerful enemies or challenges.
It seemed to be in response to the expectations of the people and soldiers.
In an instant, several equally powerful spiritual forces diffused out from the center of the inner city.
Afterwards, several streams of light shot up into the sky from the imperial palace in the inner city.
"Your Majesty the Knights of the Round Table."
"If I'm not mistaken, Gareth, Tristan, and His Majesty Aguiwen have all reached the legendary level."
"Sure enough, I knew it!"
"For such a serious matter, the Knights of the Round Table will surely come to drive out the thieves!"
…
Above the distant sky.
The three streams of light stopped, revealing a figure wearing knight armor.
Some people were riding majestic and ferocious griffins.
Some people also summoned elemental fairy pets, using wind-attribute skills to carry themselves up into the air.
Three Knights of the Round Table, who had already made a name for themselves throughout the entire continent, formed a triangular battle formation and surrounded the black-bottomed red cloud figure in the middle.
As legends, they all have more or less acquired the ability to float or fly, rather than being restricted to the battlefield on the ground.
"Your Excellency, welcome to the founding ceremony of the empire."
"It's just that I don't know why you do this..."
Tristan, who was in the lead, materialized his own weapons.
The reins in his hand moved slightly, and the flying dragon with huge membranous wings beneath him, which had obviously high-purity dragon blood flowing in it, flapped its wings, bringing up a violent storm, and moved slightly closer to the center.
Tristan didn't know the other party's intention, but from the figure dressed like Cain, he could sense a threat that was no less than his own.
In addition, the other party has not revealed his attitude at this moment, so Tristan is not prepared to use force directly, but to use courtesy first and then force.
What if the other party is an envoy sent by another country who just happens not to know etiquette?
However, before Tristan could speak.
The next moment, he saw the figure in the Akatsuki robe turn slightly.
Being surrounded by three fully armed legendary Knights of the Round Table who have fought side by side for a long time and have tacit cooperation in a triangular battle formation, unless one has already ascended to the throne, it is a huge risk for any legend and one may fall if not careful.
If surrounded by the triangular battle formation, the people in the formation will not have even the slightest chance of escape.
However, the mysterious man dressed as Cain never showed any panic from beginning to end.
He just waited silently for the three people to gather around him and form a battle formation.
Then, he slowly scanned the three people around him with the indifferent eyes in the vortex mask.
"Gareth, Tristan, and Aggravin."
Indifferent words came from under the Uzumaki mask.
"At the founding ceremony, the most important ceremony in the entire empire, such a big event happened..."
"If that gorilla knight was still there, he would probably rush out immediately without waiting."
"And now, among all the legends of the round table, only three of you have come..."
"That is to say... Gawain and the others are really gone."
"And you are the traitors of the Round Table."
"He betrayed the oath he swore when he became a knight, and he also betrayed his own creed."
"I chose to embrace Zhu Yue's arms."
"Moreover, he slaughtered his own comrades with his own hands."
The voice was calm.
But to the ears of the three Knights of the Round Table in the distant sky, it was like a loud thunderclap in the plain.
Tristan's eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened and he looked at Char in horror.
The Round Table Rebellion had just happened not long ago, and the bodies of Merlin and Gawain had not yet been buried.
However, the other party actually deduced everything accurately and without error just from the details.
After a long moment, he spoke with some uncertainty: "Cain?"
Unlike the common people who had never seen Cain, but could only imagine his image through statues, paintings, and stories passed down by poets.
Tristan and others are the true knights who rose from obscurity following the King of Knights, and they once worked with Cain.
Because of this, their familiarity with Cain was far greater than that of the common people...
Whether it was some tiny details on the body shape or that special temperament, they all made these Knights of the Round Table have some special associations.
At this moment, as the other party spoke, their doubts increased even more.
"You didn't die in that battle? Then why have you never shown up in all these years?"
"Do you know what the king has done for you over the years?"
Tristan's words were somewhat testy.
"If you are really Cain, prove it to us!"
However, facing Tristan's impatient urging.
The person who was suspected to be Cain just shook his head slightly.
"Cain is just a name, why should I prove it?"
"So what if I am, and so what if I am not?"
"Don't be a riddle man!"
Tristan spoke angrily.
"Since you seem to be indifferent, why are you here just now, when you came back for the founding ceremony?"
"Of course, it's to correct the mistakes I made."
Cain's voice sounded slowly.
The voice sounded plain, but seemed to have great penetrating power.
Not just in the distant sky.
Moreover, it echoed throughout the entire inner city and the entire holy city of Camelot.
"I once thought that by sacrificing myself alone, I could bring light and dawn to this troubled world."
"But now it seems that I was wrong."
Cain opened his arms, and his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind.
It was obvious that the figure in the distant sky was so small and so thin.
But in the eyes of everyone, it is so magnificent, as if he has the power to compete with the whole world with his own strength.
"This is not the ideal country I expected or longed for."
"It is just an endless cycle of phantoms of the past that has been erased of its future and lost all possibility of development."
"so--"
His eyes looked down upon the magnificent sacred city above the earth.
"Sir Tristan, didn't you ask me before, who am I?"
"At this moment, I am not Cain, nor am I the undefeated black knight—"
"Rather, he is the god who corrects order."
"There is no point in a country immersed in such a false peace and hypocritical illusion."
"Since you have embarked on the wrong path through violence, the only way to correct it is to use a stronger, overwhelming force."
"so……"
In the vortex mask.
Xia gently closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, all his emotions disappeared along with the light and shadow in his dark eyes.
"There is only one thing I want to do."
"This is the chalk city, the ideal country, that was created by me and her, filled with countless expectations... but went down the wrong path."
"Bury it with your own hands."
It was like the loud sound of a heavenly army playing a sonata, echoing throughout the heaven and earth.
"Accept the pain."
"Know the pain."
“Consider the pain.”
"Understand the pain."
"Then--"
"From this moment on, let this false fantasy world go."
“Feel the pain.”
…
"Cain! Are you going to betray the king?"
In the distant sky, Tristan, riding on a flying dragon, shouted loudly.
At this moment.
An inexplicable fear suddenly arose in his heart.
At first, it was just a weak, unsprouted seed. But within a few breaths, the seed of fear grew rapidly and occupied his entire mind.
This kind of fear was something he had never experienced before, even when he was on the battlefield, facing the hostile King Futigeng with his not-yet-legendary sixth-ring rank.
Although we don't know Cain's purpose, we don't know the source of that great fear.
But as a legend, Tristan has great faith in the spiritual premonitions generated by the intersection of his mental power with the spiritual world and the astral world.
Moreover, it is very clear what this mysterious man suspected to be Cain is going to do.
He wants to destroy Camelot!
It destroyed the country that Your Majesty had spent his entire life building.
"No, you are not Cain."
"The Cain I know is the one who always puts the King first in his heart."
"The Black Knight is extremely loyal and will never betray me even in the face of death. It is definitely not you in front of me!"
"You just desecrated Cain's body and used the vicious spells of those necromancers and bone demons to read Cain's memory. You are just an abominable imposter!"
Tristan's eyes gradually turned cold.
Unlike Gawain, who regarded the Eight Virtues of Chivalry as the highest creed, his fellow Round Table members swore allegiance to the king only because they wanted to practice their own chivalry.
He is a knight who places loyalty to the king above all else.
Otherwise, Tristan would not have chosen to betray his creed and wield his blade against his former comrades when loyalty and chivalry could not be reconciled.
That's why.
In Tristan's eyes at this moment, no matter who the person in front of him is... whether it is Cain or not.
The moment he began his rebellion against his majesty, Cain was already his enemy, just as he had previously swung his sword against Gawain.
when--
The lyre sounded, and the sound waves turned into thousands of invisible blades that cut through space, blocking all the space around Cain.
Behind him, two powerful waves of magical power were also accumulating.
As knights who made the same choice as Tristan in the Round Table Civil War just now, Gareth and Aguiwen also chose the same path.
However--
After a breath.
The attacks of the three legends all fell into the air.
Cain's figure in a red robe with a black background just disappeared for a moment like water waves, and then reunited.
They looked up in astonishment, but only saw Cain's vortex mask.
Those three slowly rotating silver moons.
"So, when did you come up with the illusion that I didn't activate the Mirror Flower and Water Moon?"
As if he had lost all interest in them, Char didn't even look at the three Knights of the Round Table.
The three legends would indeed be his real and powerful enemies under normal circumstances. He could only barely contend with them in the mecha form of the "Black Knight".
Even if you use all your cards to defeat your opponent, it will only be a narrow victory.
However.
After Tristan and the other two were eroded by Zhu Yue's divinity, this divinity would become an additional bonus when facing other people, making them more powerful than before.
However, for Char, who shared the power of the Red Moon through Augustina's equal contract, this divinity was a pure debuff.
The mental power of Zhu Yue's followers is equivalent to being defenseless to Char, and can be tampered with at will. He only needs to activate the Tsukuyomi slightly to make the other party fall into an eternal illusion and be unable to escape.
And Char really had no interest in these phantoms of the past.
His movements paused slightly.
The next moment, the shadow of Tsukuyomi in the dark eyes quietly melted away and turned into Yui's operating script.
The information lock is released.
Thousands of complicated information streams poured into his spiritual ocean through the soul contract between Yui and Char.
…
Above the star realm.
The cruising magic suit named "Scabbard of Punishment" slowly adjusted its angle.
Then, he aimed at the magnificent city below.
Countless data turned into characters, and through Yui's encryption and calculation, turned into one cumbersome and complicated track after another.
Most were rejected.
Then, only the correct track remains.
It is still the divine punishment that falls from the sky.
But this time, the carrier that Char chose to launch was not the Holy Spear.
The Holy Lance lost a considerable amount of power after its last complete release. Even if it had not lost any power, the Holy Lance in its complete state would actually be unable to meet Char's requirements.
Different from the holy sword wielded by Isadela who already holds the throne.
The Holy Lance is subject to Xiao Ai's soul contract and has not yet fully revived to its complete form "Storm Anchor, Tower at the End of the World".
Therefore, even if Char made another Holy Spear Judgment, he would be unable to do anything about the Scarlet Moon, which had already restored a considerable part of the Kingdom of God with the birth of the Fantasy Belt.
So, this time.
Char chose another path.
It does not rely on the holy spear lent by Xiao Ai, it does not rely on mystery, it does not rely on the extraordinary.
It was created entirely with his own wisdom.
A creation that has never existed in this world and has never been imagined by previous people.
If, a thousand years later, the "Gustav Cannon" built by the alliance of princes on the Golden Plains was hailed as the pinnacle of the magical technology of the Fourth Epoch.
Its power, which is enough to kill legendary strongmen, makes the Gustav Cannon a real forbidden weapon. It is also the highest secret of the alliance of princes and a trump card that can suppress the destiny of a country.
So--
As early as the end of the Tertiary Period, it was also the beginning of the Quaternary Period.
A magical mechanical creation far more powerful and magnificent than the Gustav Cannon has been realized.
"Launch trajectory - calculations completed."
"Secondary verification, passed."
"Security lock first level lock - unlock."
"Second lock - released."
Then.
"ignition."
…
At the highest point of Camelot, between the thrones.
Clearly, the remaining Knights of the Round Table had all left.
However, that lonely figure still stood between the thrones.
In the hands of the Knight King, the golden light of the holy sword shone brightly and burned brilliantly.
It illuminates the deep and silent black shadows around it, as well as the thin curtain that seems like eternal night.
"Augutina."
"Do you really think that you can be my opponent by yourself?"
The solemn voice echoed between the thrones.
"I guess I'm no match for you, little Isa."
A laugh like a silver bell came from the dark curtain of eternal night.
"You hold the fully liberated holy sword and the protection of the Vermillion Moon. You can no longer be measured by the throne alone."
"But at least I promised him that I would hold you back so that he and Zhu Yue could have a one-on-one chance."
"Although I don't know how confident he is in dealing with Zhu Yue now...but since I promised him, I will definitely fulfill this promise."
"He takes oaths and agreements the most seriously. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so partial to the little girl who has contracted the Holy Spear."
"I don't want to be disliked by him for breaking the agreement."
Hearing Heiji's words in the night, Isadella couldn't help but frowned slightly.
The golden sword light suddenly rose up and slashed into the dark curtain of eternal night, but was slowly swallowed up without causing any ripples.
Isadella couldn't help but slightly frown her delicate brows.
She was sure that even if that Black Princess took the blows she had just delivered, she would not feel good about it.
However, if the other party holds the power of eternal night and secrecy and is determined to hold her back at the cost of his life, even she will not be able to break through the obstacle in a short period of time.
There was no way for her to find out the truth about the figure in the square that made her heart beat fast.
But then, Isadella heard Augustina's bell-like laughter again.
"Is it done so quickly?"
"Well, it's done. I will run away and not face your wrath here... little Isa."
The light laughter slowly faded away.
Almost at the same time, the dark night and shadows receded like the tide, as if they had never appeared.
Isadella frowned and looked at the direction where Augustina retreated in confusion, not quite understanding the other party's intention of pestering her.
The curtain of eternal night dissipated, allowing information from the outside world to be transmitted back into the throne room.
boom--
Isadella's pupils shrank slightly.
In the square, people's exclamations were heard much louder than before.
She looked up -
I can only see the distant sky.
A silver-white fire meteor streaked across the sky.
From above the star realm, towards the sky above Camelot in the star realm's vision, the scarlet blood moon hanging high in the sky was rushing towards them.
After a few breaths.
The silver-white streamlined projectile intersected with the blood-red moon.
collision.
Then, explosion.
"Since the Holy Lance has not been fully liberated, it cannot do anything to a true original 'moon'. ”
"So--"
“What about in the face of the glory of the Sun?” ”
Char's mumbling voice floated high in the sky, and no one could hear it.
This was the final trump card he created by exhausting all his wealth.
It is not like the "Gustav Cannon", which uses legendary and legendary pets as imaginary enemies.
At the beginning of the design, Char's imaginary enemy was not a legend -
Rather, it is a true "mythical creature".
This is the first "anti-mythical weapon" created since the birth of the magic technology and mechanic system in the Western Continent.
Char thought of many names for it.
For example, "Marrow Explosion", "Void Zero Protection", "Fantasy Collapse", and "Spiritual Fusion".
but.
If we have to use only one noun to most accurately describe this most destructive forbidden magical weapon in history.
Then, there is only one word -
"Nuclear explosion".
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