The Journey of King Arthur

In the ruling office of the castle, Artoria sat on her throne. After listening to Tristan's reason, Artoria was stunned for a while, and then came here quickly in silence.

She didn't want to pay attention to Tristan for the time being. Unexpectedly, Tristan looked handsome and sad, and would say such perverted words at this time...

In some ways, Artoria had to complain, it was really worthy of him...

One of the three perverts of the Knight of the Round Table...

Fortunately, Gowen and Tristan are at least not as excited as Lancelot. Every time I think of Lancelot's excitement, I reveal my abnormal thoughts in my heart and get knocked out by Galahad's shield, Artoria always feels chilling.

"Ah, you are back, how is your strength progressing?"

"The strength has reached level 80. Now, even Lanmalot and Tristan are not my opponents."

Artoria smiled and answered.

Lanmalot and Tristan, one of them is the strongest lancers among the Knights of the Round Table, and the other is the strongest archers of the Knights of the Round Table. Neither of them is the opponent of Artoria now, which also proves Artoria's current strength.

"That's a great improvement!"

Merlin smiled cheerfully, and even spread her hands in the hall and turned around.

"There is indeed a great progress, but to be honest, for you, it may only be more than two years, but for me it has been more than ten years..."

Artoria smiled helplessly. Looking at the knights of the round table who were gradually taking up their seats, Artoria clapped her hands, her expression became serious, and she spoke coldly: "Then today's meeting will begin."

"yes!"

After receiving the order, Galahad stood up, bowed to Artoria, summoned his treasure to enlarge it, and put it in the middle of everyone.

Artoria put his hands on the round table and said coldly: "First of all our meeting is about war today. I would like to ask, my good friends, how are we in the war between us and the Pre-Saint Empire?"

The knights of the round table looked at Artoria and sighed secretly in their hearts, and sighed in their hearts that Artoria suddenly left alone before. It was indeed going outside to inquire about the information they wanted to hide. Since Artoria has put this topic on the table, there is no need for them to continue hiding it.

Thinking of this, civil servant Age Guwen stood up first, and said a lot of data in a cold tone. He looked like he was doing business, as if he didn't need to take any blame.

Artoria also received a series of information. In addition to the various weapons and armor damage that were not much different from those who said it and did not say it, a total of more than 1,300 people died in the war on Great Britain.

Artoria raised her eyebrows. Camelo didn't have many people, and the snake human race accounted for 90% of the national population. However, she was not disliked because of the 1,300 deaths. Although most of the 1,300 people were snake human race, she treated every resident equally, and there was no race difference.

The real reason why she raised her eyebrows was that she felt that there were too few people who died. In the war with the Pre-Saint Empire, more than 1,300 people died? That's just a little? Too few! What's more, the soldiers in Great Britain were not very strong, and the average combat power of all soldiers was only at level 25 of the poor and weak. Although Artoria left for more than two years, those soldiers grew a lot under the situation that Artoria didn't know, no matter how much they grew, they could only increase the average combat power to 30%, and at most they could only reach 35%.

But such a weak soldier can only die in a long battle with the Pre-Saint Empire. No matter how you think about it, is it that the soldiers of the Pre-Saint Empire too useless or is it that other heroes help? It guided the entire battlefield?

Agguiwen saw Artoria's confusion, and after clearing his throat, he began to explain to Artoria.

"My king, our heroes have not provided much help. We heroes have basically been implementing the combat methods of soldiers against soldiers and generals. As long as the opponent does not send a pre-paladin, our heroes will not take action. At most, we will provide tactical guidance. Among them, the unknown saber relies on his outstanding command ability to turn danger into a safe and even kill the opponent in several battles."

"So he's so powerful!"

Artoria thought of Yuser's face at this time and suddenly felt a sudden realization. Unfortunately, this cub had not recognized that this was his father.

"Then it's reasonable for him to fight. After all, he has to command the battle. It's normal for many years to be unfamiliar with his hands and feet, and it's normal for him to not play with it."

Merlin's mouth twitched wildly when he heard this sentence behind Artoria, and King Yuser, who was on the border of the Great Britain Islands, suddenly sneeze.

"But these alone shouldn't be enough? Could it be that guy is really a commanding genius?"

"Of course not."

Agguwen shook his head and said calmly.

"Although the average combat power of the knights in the Pre-Saint Empire is only 38 levels, the combat power is still higher than that of our army. Moreover, we have always blocked the Pre-Saint Empire on the flat beach at the border and cannot obtain any terrain help. So in fact, even if the heroic spirit is powerful, it still causes the death of 27,362 people. So why didn't you report their death report before?"

Artoria frowned after getting the answer. She was a little angry now. After all, there were too many 27,362 people. After so many soldiers died, Artoria would naturally feel angry.

"Because they were all saved by Goddess Ereshkiga."

"Areshkigaal? Are you talking about Aresh?"

Artoria's tone was obviously surprised at this moment. She really didn't expect that Alei would actually rescue the dead soldiers.

"That's right."

Agguiwen nodded solemnly, and then replied coldly: "Because the goddess of the underworld, Lord Aeshkigaal, saw so many soldiers who died in the first war, and saw the families of the dead soldiers crying bitterly in the square, he felt unbearable, so he used the divine power to resurrect the soldiers.

However, since this is not the world of the Moon, her divine power is not very useful and cannot be used at all. Then, because the Creator God in this world discovered the goddess of the Underworld, he opened this authority to the goddess of the Underworld. From then on, these dead soldiers were all resurrected. As for the 1,300 people, they could not be resurrected because they could not find the corpse and so on."

"What about the price? I don't think I can be resurrected easily like this, and there is no price yet."

Artoria looked at Agguwen in front of her with a serious expression, and her fingers were gently tapping the round table in front of her.

"The price is that although those who have been resurrected can live forever and keep resurrecting, the premise is that when the goddess of the underworld is still alive, as long as the goddess of the underworld becomes stronger, they will naturally become stronger. In other words, they have become the ghost soldiers of the goddess of the underworld, or the terracotta warriors like tools."

“This is not too bad.”

Artoria sighed, feeling a little depressed.

"So what is Ellei's mentality now? What psychological burden should she have when encountering such a thing?"

"Please rest assured about this. The goddess of the Underworld has always been very stable. With the help of Red A and Master Meilin, the goddess of the Underworld has always been very normal."

"So that's it, I almost understand..."

Artoria sighed and then began to rub her head. She felt that there were so many annoying things today!

"My king, I have something to report to you."

"explain."

Artoria didn't even look at Agguiwen, her face full of entangled and tired expressions.

"Today, a battle has occurred between the Pre-Saint Empire and us. I wonder what instructions the king has?"

"All the heroes who can be dispatched today will be dispatched to take all the people sent by the Pre-Saint Empire in one breath. Merlin, you should go too. Don't be lazy and add buffs to me."

This time Artoria is not ready to go because she has participated in the war and doesn't want to continue anymore. At least she doesn't want to continue for a short period of time. After all, the war will not care about your feelings.

"That, Al, today the wise king asked me to play chess..."

At this time, Merlin, who wanted to be lazy, asked Thor to make Artoria come to her senses, with a humble smile on his face. At this time, he was ready to give in.

Artoria glanced at him casually, then smiled and said, "Do you think I might let you play chess?"

"Of course it will! After all, you are my best apprentice! Al!!"

Merlin also responded with a smile, and after Artoria sneered, her expression gradually became more and more dangerous.

"so what?"

"So I will definitely do my duty as I should do!! Play chess and other things, you can play in the future! Important things like fighting must be solved quickly!"

“That’s right.”

Artoria showed a satisfied expression, and Merlin also followed the round table knights in a bitter mood.

"Ah, you have changed. You didn't do this to me before..."

Merlin made a low voice at this time.

Artoria looked at Merlin and others who were walking towards the door, reached out to gently press her chin, pondered for a moment, and spoke.

"Wait a moment!"

In an instant, Meilin's expression changed from autistic to dumbfounded, and then quickly changed from dumbfounded to excitement. He turned around excitedly, his face full of joyful expressions that meant that he could finally continue to slap!!

"Xiao Mo, stay, let others continue to do whatever they should do."

"yes!"

After Mordred gave a smile to Artoria, he jumped to Artoria's side. Artoria looked at Mordred's performance, showed a helpless and doting smile, and stretched out her finger and pointed at her forehead: "You kid, you are so old, you should be more mature."

"Father, I am a heroic spirit! And my mind has become more mature, so how can I become mature just by just saying a word!"

Looking at Mordred's hippie face, Artoria smiled and turned her eyes to the people at the door.

Lancelot and Lancelot also looked at each other at this time, and then the two reached out to hold Meilin, who had been petrified, and dragged him out with everyone.

"By Father, do you want to tell me if you ask me to stay alone?"

At this time, Mordred was a little implicit, felt a little uncomfortable all over, and his face was a little red. I don’t know what he thought of.

"Of course there are important things to tell you, otherwise why don't you stay? One more person and one more force. If it's okay, I will definitely let you continue to go to the battlefield to fight!"

Artoria gave her a blank look, her tone filled with a natural tone.

For some reason, Mordred suddenly felt a little disappointed and wanted to be autistic.

"Next, you and I go to the Douqi Continent. You must know that there is your territory there. As a lord, it is time for you to go back and take a look. After all, you cannot give everything to Queen Medusa."

“That’s right.”

Mordred nodded, as he accepted the reason why Artoria kept her.

"I don't know how Medusa manages, is there anything wrong there?"

"If you're worried about something going on in them, wouldn't it be nice for you to stay there?"

When Mordred suddenly became anxious when he heard Artoria ask this. He spread his hands and stared at Artoria, asking sincerely and seriously.

"Father, are you willing to let me stay there?!"

"Of course I can't bear it, what's the point of not wanting to bear it?"

Listening to Artoria saying such words again in a natural tone, Mordred once again felt autism.

′Forget it, think it opens up, this will prove that I am my father's biological son, otherwise the father would not be so straightforward...′

At this time, Mordred began to comfort himself, although this method of comfort was not very good.

At the same time, on the other side, the round table knights who arrived on the battlefield flew in the air, holding all kinds of treasures in their hands.

"I'm on the battlefield, what should I do next?"

"Take a move, first capture all the top leaders, and then force them to surrender. If they don't surrender, then put a few treasures to continue to deter them. After all, there are not many people in Great Britain, and there are many jobs for them to do. Also, our Great Britain is not a weird country with bloodthirsty spirit. Once an enemy attacks, all the enemies will be killed."

Age's standards made accurate judgments at this time.

"As for the matter of training, I'll talk about it later. Anyway, I think it's almost enough to practice to this level. It's time for these tool people to put aside their identity as tool people."