Chapter 627 King Arthur Doesn’t Understand Human Hearts
Fairy city, Albion.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
One magic node after another was activated, forming a tangled root system. A huge golden formation rose into the sky, like a spear of light piercing through heaven and earth, tearing through the curtain of the world and welcoming the arrival of the true God.
Squeak...
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of knights and fairies in the square, the rosewood door inlaid with intricate gilded patterns slowly opened.
Inside the hall where light and darkness interweave, rose-shaped painted windows with phoenixes carved between the frames reflect the sacred light.
As the friction of the armor plates and the solemn sound of footsteps were heard, everyone's vision gradually became clear.
In a dazzling golden light, the twelve Knights of the Round Table lined up in two teams, escorting the Son of the Red Dragon, whose identity had been verified, out of the hall and onto the altar.
As the figure slightly circulated magic power, the silver lion mane helmet and the knight armor that sealed it automatically dissociated and recovered, revealing her true appearance.
The legendary savior of Britain has waist-length golden hair that is smooth, soft and as bright as the afternoon sun. It is neatly coiled behind her head with a ring-shaped hairpin. A few loose bangs are slanted in front of her straight and sexy nose. Two strands of hair slowly fall on her round and jade-like shoulders. Under her thick and long eyelashes are pupils that are greener and more transparent than ice jade.
The slender goose eyebrows were tall and graceful, the red lips as moist as cherry flesh were gently blended together, and the perfect angular cheeks as white as jade, everything looked so holy and flawless.
Looking closely, there seemed to be a golden-green flame burning in the depths of those eyes, casting a majestic cold light on the beautiful facial features.
The only flaw is a strand of hair in the center of her head, like a bunch of unusually conspicuous golden wheat ears in a harvested field, stubbornly sticking out from the stubble, slightly destroying the overall divinity and bringing her closer to the world.
The pure white cloak was tied around his thin shoulders, with a high standing collar, like a lion's mane, adding a sense of aloofness, coldness and the majesty of a conqueror.
But looking down along the outline, past the snow-white sexy goose neck and collarbone, the first thing that catches the brunt is the big ups and downs that almost attract all men's eyes.
After removing the breastplate, the upper part of the blue dress was stretched to its limit, with large patches of white fat piled up like snowballs and exposed to the air. Because it was stretched to the extreme, the golden patterns embroidered on the outside of the chest were somewhat out of shape.
Beyond the two tall peaks, below is a slender waist that is so soft that it can't be grasped with one hand. In order to facilitate movement, the waist axis is tightened by a silver metal belt.
The shiny silver leg armor is worn on the slender and plump legs. The metallic color and the arc of the skin complement each other, exuding a unique beauty.
——Like a knight, like a king;
——Like a saint, like a goddess!
The great wizard in white robes and holding a magic wand, in his capacity as the great druid and trusted minister of King Uther, asked the figure in front of him solemnly:
"Red Dragon of Britain, fate has pointed out the way forward for you: your fangs should tear apart the mist of Avalon, and your breath should melt the old covenant of Britain! Are you willing to respond to the call of the people, follow this guidance, remedy the disaster caused by the White King Vortigern, and bring eternal salvation to the Celts?"
"I bear witness to this, even if I die, I will never regret it!"
Altria placed one hand on her chest and made a solemn vow.
Lorne nodded with satisfaction, took out an exquisite golden crown from a velvet box, and put it on his beloved disciple's head, announcing that Britain officially welcomed a new king.
As the coronation ceremony ended, the twelve Knights of the Round Table, who had already reached a consensus, stepped forward and chanted an oath to the new king:
“I vow to be kind to the weak;
I vow to stand up to all violence;
I vow to fight against all wrong;
I pledged to fight for the defenseless;
I vow to help those who ask me for help;
I swear not to harm women and children;
I vow to stand shoulder to shoulder with my partner;
I vow to be true to my friends;
I swear to be loyal to everything I love until death!"
Their king is the king of knights, and he follows the way of knights.
These nine oaths are the expectations of the Knight King for his subjects.
In addition, there are more specific eight virtues and thirteen constraints.
If you want to gain the recognition of His Majesty, become a qualified knight, join His Majesty's team, and fight against the humble King Vortigern, you must strictly follow the contents of the oath.
The fairies and humans in the square sensed the unique magic contained in those words and were all moved.
This is Geis.
The sacred oaths of Celtic warriors, whether voluntarily sworn or made by others through spells or oaths, are basically not to be violated, otherwise fate will backfire.
This means that the vows made by the knights are not just words, but they will actually put them into practice.
How noble and holy is such an army that takes this as its creed!
——His heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything he does is just!
They do have the potential to bring eternal glory and salvation to Britain.
Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, the Knight King Artoria drew the Sword in the Stone from her waist and tapped the shoulders of the twelve Knights of the Round Table one by one, formally accepting and enthroning them as monarch.
“Boom!”
At this moment, the earth trembled violently, and red and black light bands gushed out from the earth veins, like pieces of burning smoke.
The screams of goblins, the roars of giants, and the wails of the undead rushed into the sky and tore the sky apart.
A kilometer-long white dragon rushed out of the abyss, swallowed the light of the sun, moon and stars, and let out a violent roar.
——The humble king Futigeng is back!
Feeling the tangible pressure, the fairies and humans in the square trembled in fear.
Upon seeing this, Artoria fixed her eyes on him and immediately waved her sword and gave the order:
"Gentlemen, follow me to the battle!"
"We will win! We will win! We will win!"
The roar was like thunder, dispersing the spreading darkness.
The knights gathered here raised their arms and shouted, and mounted their horses in unison, turning into a steel torrent, following the banners of their respective lords, and rushed out of the open gate of the fairy city of Albion.
The war that will determine the fate of Britain has officially begun.
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One year after leaving Albion.
Altria stood on a small hill.
In the distance came the voices of soldiers cheering for victory.
"Congratulations, King Arthur, you have saved another city."
"But I also killed more lives, and that's not something to be proud of, teacher."
Looking at the lively lights filled with joy in front of her, Altria placed the holy sword on the ground and said this to Lorne.
Although it was after a great victory, there was not much pride or excitement in her eyes.
"This is war, Artoria. There are always trade-offs and sacrifices."
Lorne touched his beloved disciple's head and advised,
"It's not your fault, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Altria nodded and looked at her teacher with a hint of gratitude.
No matter what choice she makes, the teacher is always by her side, encouraging and comforting her.
Without this support, she might have fallen into confusion long ago, right?
Just as Artoria was about to say something, Gawain, covered in blood, came to the hill:
"King, Wales is asking for help. There is a Wild Hunt going on over there, and some restless lords are taking advantage of the situation to rob people."
Chaos is the ladder, and not everyone wants peace.
In addition to natural disasters caused by nature, many lords of the old times still retained the idea of occupying the mountains and becoming kings, intending to plunder the people, wealth and spirituality of this land.
"Get ready, I'm going to annihilate them all!"
Although the road ahead is long and difficult, Britain is still far from destruction.
She would personally go to the battlefield and through repeated battles, make this country and this land become what she wanted.
~~
Two years later, I don’t know how many wars ended.
A red-haired knight stood on the top of the city wall and stared into the distance. His pale and handsome face was filled with inexplicable sadness. His tall body was wrapped in black light armor, and the dark red cloak on his shoulders fluttered in the night wind, like a solidified setting sun.
Outside the city, the bodies of the dead soldiers fell on the wilderness, and thousands of ravens descended to feast on the corpses.
Seeing a raven picking an eyeball out of a dead man's eye socket, the red-haired knight could no longer bear it and punched the wall.
War, war, and war!
There was not a day without military meetings, and not a day without camping outdoors.
Always standing on the front line and killing is the awareness of saving the world?
In order to go to war, countless people had to be abandoned.
It is precisely because of the expedition that more lives have to be killed.
In order to defend the islands, it was common to exploit small villages to prepare military rations.
There are many opponents to the exploitation of villages.
It was an unnecessary sacrifice for the knights, and it was also dishonorable for a knight. Everyone understood that if they didn't do that, there would be more victims, but no knight accepted it.
In what world would a king burn down his own hometown because of a foreign race?
Although it determined where the villagers would relocate, it could not heal the hearts of those whose homeland had been taken away.
Among the soldiers, there were quite a few who came from such villages.
"This is a measure to ensure victory tomorrow. I hope everyone will be patient."
That sounds nice, but probably no one has killed as many people as she has.
After all, she is the strongest!
It seemed that once she stepped onto the battlefield, she had no confusion and no mercy.
Even more inhumane!
Even when he was on the throne, he never narrowed his eyes due to melancholy.
Even when faced with various problems, he was diligent in his government affairs to an extent that shocked everyone, and he did not know what fatigue was.
Even in battles with foreign races, lords who became the source of civil unrest were arrested and severely punished.
No matter how many difficulties the rebellious subjects had, she could ignore them, carefully weigh government affairs, and punish the weak without bias.
Any decision she made seemed to be just for the sake of [victory], without any [emotional] factors.
A monster who doesn't even have [hesitation] and [sympathy]?
Can such a king really empathize with the people and govern the country well?
"King Arthur, you don't understand human nature."
The red-haired knight looked at the unburied corpses outside the city and spat in disgust.
"So you know a lot, Sir Tristan?"
A sudden voice sounded behind me.
Tristan subconsciously looked back and immediately saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Sir Merlin, why are you here too?"
"Just strolling around and passing on a message to you - the Lord of Oxfordshire has rebelled again, and his army has also taken thousands of refugees with it."
Lorne replied in a deep voice.
"Why are you telling me this?" Tristan frowned.
"You know the king's character. If she is allowed to lead the army, she will definitely not show mercy to those refugees on the battlefield. You are different. You are the most famous good man among the twelve Knights of the Round Table. You cannot bear to see innocent people suffer. If you lead the army this time..."
Hearing this reminder, Tristan understood and nodded quickly:
"Okay, I understand! I'll go ask the king for permission right away."
After saying that, he quickly walked down the city wall and ran towards Altria's military tent.
Two hours later, Tristan led a group of people out of the city and headed straight for Oxfordshire.
At the same time, a tall and graceful figure also walked up the city wall and came behind Loen:
"Teacher, why did you recommend Sir Tristan to go to Oxfordshire to quell the rebellion? To be honest, he is too sentimental and easily influenced by emotions. He is not suitable to lead the army alone. Especially this time, the opponent is a villain like the Duke of Oxford who likes to use refugees as human shields."
"You are their monarch, not their nanny. You should let them try it themselves."
"Can you succeed if you just give it a try?"
"No, only by giving it a try will they know they can't do it!"
Lorne replied with a sneer, his face showing undisguised mockery.
There is no such thing as a peaceful life in the world. It's just that someone is carrying a heavy burden and moving forward.
To put it nicely, people like Tristan are more compassionate and like to consider others.
To put it bluntly, it's easy to talk without any pain in the waist, and it's a typical case of the Madonna syndrome being rampant.
The reason why he had the energy to criticize Altria for being unsympathetic and failing to find the best solution to save everyone was because Altria was too capable and took on the responsibility and guilt that should have been shared by the twelve Knights of the Round Table.
Whether it is killing the enemy or conscripting soldiers, they are all orders given by the monarch.
They are all just executors, just a holy white lotus.
Round table?
Dining equals?
We really gave them too much face and finally they became bad kids.
Only Altria is kind-hearted and doesn't care about these things.
But as a teacher, Loen couldn't pretend he didn't hear it.
Those who need to be punished need to be punished well.
This is also a way to conduct internal adjustments and eliminate hidden dangers.
Although Altria did not agree with the teacher's method of disciplining his subordinates, she still felt a strong sense of protection and care from him, and her heart was filled with warmth:
"Teacher, you don't have to do this for me. I don't care what they say."
To her, the praise or criticism from her subordinates were all irrelevant matters.
No matter how many times she is alienated, feared, or even betrayed, her heart will not change.
"So what do you care about?" Lorne asked.
"Of course it's you!"
As soon as Altria opened her mouth, she realized that something seemed wrong and quickly explained,
"Whether it's the Way of the Knight or the Way of the King, you taught me both. You also helped me see clearly what I need to do and what kind of person I need to be. I don't care whether others understand or not, as long as you understand, that's enough."
"I understand. Of course I understand. You are my best student."
Lorne promised solemnly.
Altria looked at her teacher quietly, showing extraordinary sensitivity:
"It always feels like you say the same thing to a lot of people of the opposite sex."
"Really?" Lorne played dumb.
Altria nodded solemnly and bluntly exposed her teacher's past:
"I've told you so many times to reduce your problems with women. But this is the only thing you can't seem to change no matter how many years pass."
Leaving aside the young girls in love in the town, Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, had often visited his teacher's tent during the conquest.
The relationship between the two has been unclear to this day.
Having his true nature seen through, Lorne chose to admit with a smile:
“I can’t help it. I am half Incubus. Sese is the reason for my existence.”
Looking at her mentor who said that with a smug look on his face, Altria was neither annoyed nor angry, but responded with a warm smile.
That's right. Lorne had seen her smile countless times by now.
But she never laughed for herself.
This girl, this goddess, loves to see those she holds dear happy and laughing.
"Thank you for all you have done for me, Merlin. To me, you are not only a great teacher, but also my most trusted relative."
"That's all?" Lorne shook his head in disappointment. "I thought I was pretty attractive."
"You mean lover?"
Altria thought for a while and answered seriously,
"I don't have the same experience of communicating with the opposite sex as you do, so I don't know what this feeling is. But I think the fact that you are by my side and the years you have spent with me are quite precious. Maybe I am in love with you."
She didn't blush, nor was she shy like a young girl. She just spoke her own judgment honestly and sincerely.
And sincerity is the greatest killer move.
Even a scumbag like Loen, who has been with many women, was choked and speechless by the frank and sincere expression of his beloved disciple.
He even felt a little guilty.
In order to resolve this invisible embarrassment, Luo En quickly changed the subject:
"By the way, have all the ground veins been opened?"
"Well, most of them have been opened. I have followed your instructions. Every time I conquer a fortress, I will use the power of the Sword in the Stone to clean the old seals in the earth veins, and let the elves use the Holy Spear of their tribe to anchor the surface and rebuild the base. The result is as you expected. The cleaned land has never been corrupted again."
"So how many nodes have you completed so far?"
"Eleven!"
After listening to this, Luo En nodded secretly.
According to the "History of the Kings of Britain", King Arthur will experience twelve dynastic wars, unify the whole of Britain, and lay the foundation for the great cause of "The Eternal King".
In other words, this trial is only one step away from being over.
Since the war began, Artoria has led the Knights of the Round Table to victory after victory, and has almost wiped out all the corrupted goblins, wild hunts, monsters, and rebels in Britain.
However, the humble king Futigeng, who was the source of the disaster, relied on his almost immortal nature to constantly move through the earth veins and change his position to stir up trouble.
Right now, eleven earth vein nodes have been locked, and Vortigern has lost his mobility. He won’t be able to move around for a few days.
While thinking, Loen unfolded the map and calculated the location of the twelfth earth vein node.
Soon, he locked onto his target.
——Mount Barton!
This place seems to be in Oxfordshire? Isn't that a coincidence?
Loen looked at Tristan and the others who had long disappeared, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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