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Today's Royal Camelo Palace is extremely cold, with no hurried maids, nor clerks entering and leaving the Royal Advisory House. Even the maids in charge of her daily life did not respond to her call. Artoria's brows were frowning. She changed into breastplate combat boots, put on her hand armor, and carried a sword beside the door of the dormitory.

The corridor was quiet, as if it was not early morning but midnight, and the surroundings were silent, only her iron boots intersected with the red carpet, making a loud and clear sound. King Arthur was not afraid, walked through the living room and the private living room, passed the back garden, and came to the front hall, which was the place where the king discussed politics. The empty hall was decorated with few or less ornate decorations and glitters of treasures, only armor, swords, maps, and a huge round table.

The round table that can make the Knights of the Round Table discuss equally, together with King Arthur's Sword, is a topic that this country is talking about with 150 knight-type professions, including the most orthodox paladins from the Pope Hall, the Knight of Light who graduated from the Rose Cross Academy, and the Knights who master the special power of folk inheritance... This is a force that cannot be ignored in the eyes of all countries and even the Holy Land, but now, the Knights of the King are not by her side.

A woman sat in front of the sacred round table, with a purple cloak wrapped around her, but she could still see the beauty of the woman from her graceful figure and half of her vaguely visible face. However, the special environment and the heart of the strong reminded Artoria that the woman in front of her was more dangerous than any enemy she had ever seen. She raised the sword in her hand and pointed at the uninvited guest: "The palace is empty, it should be your hand. I am Artoria Pandragon, the king of Brittania, I question you as King Arthur, what's the matter with you coming here?"

The woman turned her hood behind her head, revealing her breathless beautiful face. Her light blue hair formed beautiful braids. Her ethereal appearance was like an elf in the world. She smiled slightly: "My name is Medea, and she is a witch."

Her fingers streaked across the round table beside her. Although the material was just ordinary, over the years, it became more and more solid and extraordinary. A hint of praise flashed in the eyes of the betrayal witch: "Although it is an ordinary thing, it is contaminated with spirituality because of the extraordinary user... The Knights of the Round Table are indeed extraordinary."

"Answer my question!" Artoria said in a deep voice, "Where are the people in the palace? What do you mean!"

"Among the twelve witches in the same seat, my combat power is at the back, not as good as those guys who are the main battle... But I have a lot of experience in making alchemy products and positions," Medea said slowly, "It's a pity that it's New Year. The most difficult Russell has returned to the Pope Hall. The two eighth-level folk hidden in the dark in the royal city have also returned to their own houses. The only thing in the eyes of the lifeweaver is the Thunder King. Your Prime Minister Merlin is unconscious, so he gave me a chance."

"In two days," she stood up, as if telling an ordinary thing, "I set up three layers of bans and spiritual suggestion formations in the palace. Except for you, everyone in the palace has been dispersed, and outsiders cannot enter, because there are not many people in the Royal City of Camelo that can resist these three layers of bans. The two crown princes of the Temple of War and the Pope Hall, the life weaver, the spokespersons of several holy places stationed here... Well, maybe the disciples who were sent by Russell could barely do it, but the people who would come here have been dragged by us to earn other things... Haha, you did a big stupid thing a few days ago, and they would not act rashly."

"So?" Artoria calmly said, "I am trapped in your calculations now? You seem to be very sure."

"Although you are extremely talented and even knocked down the Thunder King... without justification, even if you can knock down the almost spoiled Thunder King, it is enough to make you proud. Humph, those barbarians from the north have a breath left..." A trace of fear flashed in Medea's eyes, and then it was covered up by her. The witch continued, "Although you can use the eighth level combat power with the blessing of the Alaya Sword, there is still an essential difference between the eighth level and the eighth level... Even if you are good at fighting, and I tend to assist, the gap between the seventh level and the eighth level is still like the sky."

"The Sword of Alaya?" Artoria noticed the strangeness in the Medea language, "What is that?"

"That's the reason why I came today," said the betrayal witch coldly, "The real name of the sword in your hand is the Alaya Sword. It was cast by our Witch Night and should belong to us. When you come here today, you will get rid of your things and return them to the original owner."

"Just" Artoria sneered, "Who doesn't know on the continent that the sword in the stone is the proof of the election of Britannia. Ten years ago, I drew out this sword and gave the throne of Britannia to heaven... You actually said this is yours?"

"That's right, little girl, the King of Chosen does exist, but it's not you. A girl like you should have her own happiness and destiny, rather than carrying the national fortune of a country on her shoulders. She is obviously suitable for cute women's clothing, so why should she wear cold armor?" Medea glanced at King Arthur and actually advised Wen Yan, "I came today just to ask for this sword. As long as you return to the original owner, we will never make things difficult for you, and will even provide you with..."

"Stop it, stranger!" Artoria shouted, "Are you denying the reason for me to be king?"

"...This damn witch of fate" Medea cursed inwardly, thinking that he was very depressed. The brainwashing success over the years is so ridiculous that this little girl has regarded the sword of Alaya and the meaning it represents as everything.

She said a pity in her heart and slowly took a few steps back: "Since that's the case... I just need to force her to claim her. I will not be responsible for putting away your round table if it is injured or killed during the period. It has condensed the tokens of the pride and faith of the strong, and should not be destroyed in the aftermath of the battle."

The witch has his own witch's demeanor. Whether it is hostile or alliance, he respects the perseverance and the martyr.

Artoria nodded to Medea to show her gratitude. She walked forward a few steps, stroked the smooth tabletop of the round table with her hand armor. The round table was put into the space of the golden light. Then she raised her head: "Before the fight, I want to ask you a question, is it you who left the letter and evidence of Merlin's murder of my mother king on my desk?"

"It's a companion of mine," Medea admitted generously, "those are true."

"Yes, it's all true," Artoria said coldly, "Merlin is the murderer who caused my mother to die seriously injured, but you didn't tell me why she killed my mother, let alone why she stayed to help me ascend the throne."

"Believe me, you won't want to know these things." Medea looked at Artoria, with both compassion and mockery in her eyes. If she knew all the truth, all the efforts and beliefs of this girl king over the past ten years would collapse... After she and Yuko Yihara understood the cause and effect, she sighed at the girl's road of martyrs that the girl chose for her. She firmly walked towards justice, but when she accidentally heard the sound of the collapse of her ideal, what tears of regret and despair would this strong and confident girl leave?

Poor person... Medea sighed softly in her heart. She could see the heavy shackles wrapped around the girl's neck, suppressing her breathing all the time, reminding her mission, but all responsibilities and destiny and mission imposed on her should not belong to her at all. The so-called legend of the chosen king is just the shackles that the witch of fate put on her.

"I hope the loss of the sword of Alaya will make you understand something." Medea said something that made Artoria confused, and then she raised her right hand, "Know yourself, Artoria."

"If I defeat you, you must tell me the truth, and in exchange, I will spare you." King Arthur raised his sword

"Don't be so confident, little girl." Medea smiled softly. As she ordered spells, the doors of space opened, and skeleton-shaped alchemy creatures holding swords or shields were walked out. "On the eve of the Battle of Hegemony in the Mainland, the first undead emperor Tagueo once asked me for advice on the bone-type skeleton summoning skills... Do you think this is the bones of the necromancers who are afraid of the holy light? I said... Although my combat power is not too strong, there is no weak person in the upper witch."

Artoria tentatively fired a holy light bomb at the nearest skeleton. However, under the sacred light, the skeleton did not immediately become a bone chip, and even the edge was not broken. Instead, it became stronger and more visible to the naked eye. The skeleton's body was circulating with the fluctuations of the holy light. The power of the holy light bomb did not destroy its structure, but strengthened it.

"It's been at least twenty thousand years... After my skills were completed, I spent 20,000 years to collect the strongest materials, engrave the magic array, enhance and strengthen... What time gives us is not only the perception of the world and the tempering of power. This is the advantage of the immortal species, such as the dragon clan, such as the elves, and the dwarves, but it is the short-lived humans that occupy the entire continent." Medea sighed softly, slowly opened his arms, and announced with a proud tone, "They are the most powerful and strong alchemy weapons in the world, and even the immortal servants of the undead emperors of all generations are just like this. They are... Dragon Tooth Soldiers!"

This was the horn of the battle. The dragon-tooth soldiers raised their weapons and crushed Artoria with a small battle formation without any gaps. King Arthur waved the sword in the stone and slashed the Dragon-tooth soldiers in the forward, but the enemy was not cut into pieces as she expected. The Dragon-tooth soldiers paused slightly. Then, the three Dragon-tooth soldiers behind him used shields at the same time, pressed against its back, and shared the power of Artoria for it. A fierce wind came from behind. Two Dragon-tooth soldiers quietly covered up and waved the sword.

"I heard from Sviya that the undead servant modulated by the Undead Emperor can even compete with the weaker eighth-level strongman. If the Undead Emperor himself uses his mental power to control the undead servant, he may even win the battle... This woman's so-called dragon-toothed soldiers are not inferior!" Blocked the sneak attack behind her, and attacks from all directions hit her. The sane Dragon-toothed soldiers cooperated with each other in combat according to the rigorous and powerful battle formation, just like an indestructible whole

"You have no chance, King Arthur" Medea watched coldly, "The witches in charge of the authority of war gave them the essence of the transformation of battle formations, the witches in charge of the authority of casting and crafts cast the sharpest weapons and the strongest shields for them, the witches in charge of the changes of elements gave them the characteristics of elements, and the witches in charge of the authority of chaos strengthened their bodies... I made them with dragon teeth and keel bones, and my sisters gave them blessings, and they... invincible."

...The strength and strength of each Dragon Tooth soldier is no less than that of the median seventh-level strongman. Although compared to the real seventh-level, they do not have a variety of tactical choices and skill combinations, the exquisite battle formation cooperation undoubtedly makes up for this defect. With the numerous numbers, they are simply a terrifying army of servants...

Moreover, Medea did not take action from the beginning... The silent gaze of the eighth-level strongman is enough to make life feel uneasy

"Are you waiting for reinforcements? Sorry, anyone who may come to reinforcements has been tripped by all kinds of things. Even if the weak can come, they will not be able to pass through my magical position." Medea showed a smile in control of everything, "I asked you one last time, did you hand over the sword of Alaya yourself, or should I take it?"

"Tsk..." Artoria smiled softly and held the sword in her hand tightly

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The invisible barrier of the hemispherical shape enveloped the entire palace and blocked anyone who wanted to enter. When Caesar arrived at the main gate, the round table knights who came to hear the news were roaring at the invisible barrier. The dazzling holy light circled and danced wildly, slapped the solid colorless walls again and again, and several cabinet ministers were also among the busy crowd. They shouted loudly and issued orders to calm the soldiers' emotions, sent people to various places for help, sent people to mobilize the army to martial law throughout the city, and issued confidentiality fingers... However, they were destined to be disappointed. How could the witch leave room for them to fight back?

"Hmph...simplified version of the Wall of Sighs" Caesar looked at the scene. Several paladins' revenge swords rolled the power of frost and fire and slashed into the invisible wall, but were bounced back hard. The same is true for the Fist of Heaven. No attack can do anything. A knight went to the city defense camp with the command to mobilize magic cannons.

Someone noticed Caesar, and then almost everyone looked at the Thunder King. Caesar frowned. If it was a simplified version of the Wall of Sighs, then the best way to break this barrier is to win with strength. Hannibal's supreme holy spirit in the world is undoubtedly the most suitable. Tearing this invisible wall is like destroying Caesar's sigh with Athena, it should be able to break it, and then consume too much, and there will be a fierce battle next...

"Do it do it." Ignore the eyes of others, the ancient dragon language awakens the sleeping power, the law of death entangles in his eyes, opening the power of interpretation of death, Caesar's eyes turned into a blurred green rainbow, the world suddenly changed color in his eyes, countless interlaced black lines and dots filled the entire vision, the sky was red, the earth was desolate, as if the world was about to collapse in the next moment, the world was about to collapse in the next moment, the sky was red, the earth was desolate, as if the world was about to collapse in the next moment.

The invisible wall became no longer mysterious under the gaze of the Death Demon Eye. The back and forth line of death marked the end of the magical position, but Caesar was looking for a "point". He not only wanted to cut the way to enter, but also completely destroyed the position.

"Underground..." Caesar showed a satisfied smile. He took a deep breath. The three magic weapons that had not seen for a long time, the crown of sin, the curse armor, the cloak of despair, and three pieces of equipment that emitted a terrifying sound appeared on him. In an instant, the King of White Clothes turned into a dark king. He took out a Styx Dragon Spear from his own space.

The evil power of the Crown of Sin began to be immersed in the dragon spear. The red and black power turned this ordinary equipment into a magic weapon filled with sinful power. Caesar slowly pulled his posture backwards. Countless tiny black vortexes slowly covered the entire gun body. The earth could not bear Caesar's power and emitted a wave of roar. In everyone's eyes, Caesar soared up in the air, his body suddenly reversed, his right arm poured back, and he inserted the dragon spear in his hand into the ground steadily.

The dragon spear with dark power roared into the ground, and the spiraling method enhanced the unparalleled breakthrough power, and the evil aura polluted by the crown of evil is the best tool to corrode everything. The dragon spear turned into a black stream of light and stabbed at a point underground, which symbolized the death of this magical position.

As if the bowl was broken, the invisible wall suddenly disappeared. Caesar walked into the gate of the palace as if no one was around. The knights around him heard excited cheers, and flocked in with Caesar, and then they retreated.

A series of black figures appeared in front of them, wearing masks, wearing black armor, holding sharp swords. Beowulf said that the witches have collected a lot of dead soldiers, and they must be the group in front of them... No, it should be said that the witches are making trouble in the royal city at this time, and they are also lackeys under the witches.

"As far as I know, Artoria's enemy should be an eighth-level guy. You are not qualified to participate, so leave it to me." Caesar waved his hand and said to the knights behind, "You stay here and kill them all" (to be continued. You are welcome to subscribe to the mobile website, reward,...
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