My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Mordred feels just one word right now: awesome.

As expected of myself, the rise of Great Britain and the reign of King Red are the most correct historical course.

If you want the Knight King to lead Great Britain to prosperity, don't even look at me, Red King, or rather, ex-Red King.

My current strength has surpassed that of Queen Red of England in that parallel world. I have now completely mastered the power of Queen Red, and I am now the ex-Queen Red!

Mordred was in high spirits, while Jeanne Alter's tone was somewhat unfriendly: "King Red? Ha, who dares to claim the title of king before me, the Lich King? Today is the day you merge with the kingly power of King Solomon."

It was your time to ascend the throne, but... today is also your time to perish. But you're something else, Mordred, who came to France during the Hundred Years' War and claimed to be the King of England.

In normal historical terms, this would be considered walking into a trap, and you'd probably die sooner or later from sheer numbers.

However, in this singularity, you'll likely die a far more gruesome death, because your enemy isn't the French, but me, the Lich King Ner'zhul!

As soon as she finished speaking, Jeanne Alter raised Frostmourne and swung it. Instantly, the undead Scourge moved in unison, their target being Mordred, who called himself the ex-Red King.

Facing the endless undead army, Mordred's lips curled slightly, as if the undead Scourge before him were nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Chapter 700: There Must Be a Lich King

What does a king need?

Different kings have defined it endlessly, but Mordred now has the answer in his heart: power, it is power.

What the king needs most is power—the power to lead the nation to glory.

She used to think she was quite capable, but now she realizes how arrogant she was.

Having witnessed the terrifying power of this body, Mordred, who came from a parallel world and became Queen of England, and was revered as King Red, found her former self laughable.

That's right, only power is the key to success or failure. If I had possessed such power in my previous life, I could have easily staged a coup all by myself, locked my father in the basement, and slowly gained his approval.

It's expanding, it's extremely expanding right now.

Just as Mordred was getting a little cocky, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was being controlled by Solomon, spoke up, saying, "The power of the king is still too much of a burden for you, and the Mega Evolution and EX transformation have only increased your losses."

Based on my estimation, you can only maintain this posture for three minutes.

Mordred naturally understood the hidden meaning in Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, which was a warning to stop getting carried away and deal with these enemies as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm now EX Red King, and I've even surpassed Red King by a limit!"

From the memories in her mind, she already knew what "EX" meant. It was the same as the "EX" in Heroic Spirit abilities and Noble Phantasms; it meant "extreme" or "limit."

With her right hand gripping the King's Sword, she leaped into the air as she watched Mordred, the Scourge summoned by Jeanne Alter. High in the sky, she slashed at the bone dragons as easily as cutting melons; it was less a battle and more a massacre.

Xia Qing was currently channeling his power into a makeshift springboard, and then transferring the power from the springboard to Mordred.

As for why they did this, it's naturally because of the inhibitory force.

Now, their existence is no secret to the Counter Force. Although they don't know much more, the Counter Force is undoubtedly aware that there is someone causing trouble.

Saving humanity is one of the things that the Counter Force is most concerned about, especially since he recently brought Mordred from the timeline frozen by the power of the Oma Evil here.

Having a springboard at least prevents the source of magic transmission from being touched.

One magic trick after another was applied to Mordred through the springboard, and Mordred, who knew little about magic, was completely unaware of this.

With the blessing of thousands of spells, Mordred's strength is rapidly increasing, and the Scourge is no match for Mordred in her EX Red King form.

"What kind of tile is this? What kind of tile is this?!"

Paimon's voice was somewhat excited as he looked at Mordred, who was currently bound, while Jeanne Alter's expression was somewhat gloomy as she looked at Mordred.

"My troops have suffered heavy losses, I need to rebuild..."

Before Jeanne Alter could finish speaking, Mordred in front of her switched her fighting style. If she had been assassinating one by one before, she was now using an area-of-effect attack to cover a wide area of ​​firepower.

Mordred, calculating the time in her mind, continued speaking. Not intending to just watch, Jeanne Alter chose to launch a charge, but unfortunately, her speed was still too slow.

Jeanne Alter achieved a sprinting speed that most people would find unbelievable, but Mordred was even faster.

"Three minutes is enough."

Mordred, whose mentality had become somewhat bloated and rapidly expanding, said something and then raised her sword to strike, while Jeanne Alter hurriedly went to meet the attack.

"That's some outrageous power. This is the power of EX Red King."

After speaking, Jeanne Alter quickly retreated to avoid the confrontation and continued to talk to Mordredla until the three minutes were up.

Once Mordred exits this state, the rules of victory will be set.

Unfortunately, the plan was ultimately not realized, as Mordred, who was equipped with thousands of enhanced versions of the previous Chaos Evil Fujimaru Ritsuka, was too powerful.

The Lich King ultimately lost to Red King; the difference in their power was simply too great.

"I once became the Scourge, a new salvation for Azeroth; I once stood crowned on the Frozen Throne, overlooking the heavens."

Hahaha, I never imagined that in the end, the one who killed me wouldn't be one of my old friends, but the king of this strange planet, King Red.

As Jeanne Alter helplessly fought back, she spoke, while Mordred felt a deep sense of unease.

Oh no, this is terrible.

The three-minute time limit was about to expire, and he still hadn't defeated Ner'zhul.

However, it seems that victory is not far away. Hopefully, Solomon and the others will be able to be relied upon when I lose my power.

The enemy was not only Ner'zhul, but also the boundless Scourge of the undead. At this moment, the eyes of the thousands of corpses glowed with a ghostly blue light as they silently watched their king.

The Lich King, Ner'zhul.

"Why are you all just watching? Have you all betrayed us?!"

Looking at the undead army, Jill said angrily, "Whether the Holy Maiden's body was possessed by the Lich King or she was killed by Red King..."

I don't want to accept these results, but I can only watch helplessly as I feel so powerless.

Your Majesty, wait and hold onto hope. I, Gil, will definitely rescue you!

Gilles's thoughts at that moment were like those of a righteous pillar, while Mordred, looking at Jeanne Alter, said in a somewhat hurried tone, "Now obediently welcome death, Ner'zhul!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mordred attacked again, her sword flashing like a crescent moon. In response, Jeanne Alter suddenly unleashed a wave of azure energy.

Then a strangely terrifying being suddenly appeared, with withered white hair, emerald green eyes filled with murderous intent, and dry skin.

"You are... Ner'zhul?"

Looking at the man in front of her, Black Jeanne spoke with some uncertainty. As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to be able to control her body again.

"It's Arthas... No, it's nothing. Arthas is dead. Now there's only the Lich King."

"Arthas" murmured to himself, but because his voice was so soft, Jeanne Alter didn't hear him clearly for a moment.

"What did you say?"

Arthas shook his head at Jeanne Alter's doubts and then said in a hoarse voice, "There must be a Lich King who survives, and the rest of history will be led by you to guide the glorious Scourge."

I will hold off Red King for you. Use this time to escape. Don't hesitate, and don't dishonor the name of the Lich King.

Upon hearing Arthas's words, Jeanne Alter instinctively wanted to refuse. How could she possibly run away? She was the Dragon Witch who was determined to destroy France, so how could she possibly choose to run away?

However, Arthas did not give her a chance to refuse and silently walked towards Red King.

Chapter 701: You're welcome, Darwin.

Gone forever.

This is a battle that is destined to end in defeat.

Looking at Arthas, Jeanne Alter said softly, "Thank you, Ner'zhul."

The previous Lich King, who had gone alone and resolutely to challenge Red King, replied, "You're welcome, Darwin."

"Not Darwin! My last name isn't Darwin!"

At this moment, Jeanne Alter couldn't help but want to complain, but after she finished speaking, she suddenly realized a problem.

Wait, why should I thank Ner'zhul? Wasn't it Ner'zhul who took over my body before?

Shouldn't Ner'zhul be apologizing to me? Did I just have a brain fart?

Jeanne Alter realized something was wrong, and Arthas, wielding Frostmourne, charged towards Mordred without hesitation.

"The Lich King himself?"

Slightly dizzy from the Azure Shockwave, Mordred quickly made a judgment by looking at Arthas and Jeanne Alter behind her. Raising the Royal Sword in her hand, which was now somewhat acknowledging her, Mordred fearlessly attacked again.

The battle ended in Arthas' defeat. With Mordred's sword piercing his chest, Arthas turned and shouted towards Jeanne Alter:

"There must be a Lich King!"

Darwin, please... please be sure to inherit the Lich King's golden, no, ruthless, dark will!

Furthermore, the true power of the cursed sword Frostmourne can only be released by staining one's hands with the blood of loved ones and closest friends. So, by any means necessary, taint your hands with their blood as you advance.

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthas, who had been pierced through the chest by the King's Sword, disappeared. Mordred, seeing this, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Look at Arthur!

Look at how other kings do it!

When it's time to let go, you have to let go. You should find a successor for the throne in advance.

At this moment, Jeanne Alter was moved by the tragic atmosphere of Arthas's departure: "Arthas!"

Seeing the somewhat helpless expression on Jeanne Alter Mordred's face, she naturally knew that she couldn't let the potential danger go unchecked.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring." Mordred rushed towards Jeanne Alter, ready to wipe out this successor of the Lich King.

"I'm sorry, but I can't just sit idly by and ignore such a huge hidden danger."

Although she had a general understanding of some of Jeanne Alter's actions, Mordred still politely remarked that her behavior had absolutely nothing to do with politeness.

And it was precisely at the same time, with the death of the Lich King, that Arthas gradually unlocked the restraints on everyone.

"Your Holiness!"

Seeing Mordred Gilles charging toward Jeanne Alter, he unleashed all his magical power without a word, activating the spell that had been prepared near the castle.

The moment one was activated, the second was activated in a chain reaction; the massive chain spell was now in effect under Jill's direction.

Countless crimson flesh appeared out of thin air and multiplied, and bizarre monsters descended upon the world at this moment.