Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

She knew that both kings were at the Daytime level of the "Path of Authority," a path that belonged to the Code of the Blade.

The authoritarian path excels at conquest, rule, war, and order. It places the greatest emphasis on hierarchy and the dignity of the monarch. When they embark on a conquest without rivals, their authority and power will continue to grow.

But when their armies are defeated, begin to doubt themselves, or encounter those higher up in the system...they will also be defeated very obviously.

Whether it is the Red Dragon King or the Lionheart King, they are essentially following Arthur's path to climb up, that is, to build a strong Albion and make their own royal power and laws almost eternal.

But the man who had helped Arthur build Albion was right before their eyes.

In terms of both ability and personality, they were completely suppressed by "Merlin Ambrosius".

The more ordinary the sword blade got, the more dazzling it became.

However, it did not come any closer.

The black tower that had always stood quietly in the distance suddenly became extremely tall. The cold, gloomy and destructive feeling suddenly filled the center of the battlefield, like tar making it difficult for the two kings to breathe.

Heber took a step back.

Before she knew it, a huge, ominous black spear was standing in front of her.

If she took two more steps forward, she would have bumped into the tip of the gun.

The black spear was slightly raised, and then everyone saw that there was another person standing in the center of the battlefield, a veiled woman.

She possessed an extremely tall and voluptuous figure, her neck and lower abdomen exposed to the air, her slender legs slightly parted, her long, silver-white hair flowing softly. The rest of her body was tightly covered in black silk of an unknown material, the bleak white wind and snow forming a pure white robe around her.

The tall woman's face was very similar to Arthur's, but her light-colored eyes were full of ridicule and resentment.

The veil that had concealed her delicate features had long since vanished, and hanging above her head was a dark crown.

That is a crown that symbolizes achievement.

She is the demon concubine, Morgan le Fay.

Another "Twilight" on the road of disaster.

They stood facing each other in silence, and even the air became extremely sticky.

"At this point, you're still working for Arthur?" Morgan's voice was hoarse. "Why have you never stood by me?"

Heber didn't answer for a moment. She remembered the first time she conquered this anomalous zone.

At that time, Altria was always bullied by the villagers, and it was Morgan who came to help her vent her anger.

After Hebe tricked Artoria into pulling out the Sword in the Stone, Ben was worried that Morgan would become jealous, turn evil, and destroy Britain... But no, Morgan still gently supported Artoria as always, and embarked on the pilgrimage to become a king.

In order to prevent Morgan from going down the evil path, Heber half-forced her to join him.

They faced powerful enemies together, overcame difficulties together, huddled together when night fell, relying on each other's body temperature for warmth... and so on, until the end of the pilgrimage, Arthur became the king of Albion, and Hebe became the wise man who assisted the king.

Morgan Yier, sanwo, Ling Qisi VIII has always been the gentle yet determined eldest sister.

Until Arthur tentatively confessed to her: he would crown "Merlin" as queen.

"Dusk" is already a being that can stay in the world for a long time. In addition, "Merlin"'s achievements complement Arthur's. There is no doubt that she will become the best minister, assistant and partner.

"What... did you say?" Morgan was sitting in front of the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on her face.

The smile that had always been on her face disappeared.

After Arthur repeated his idea a second time, Buckingham Palace collapsed.

At that time, Heber had not logged into the Secret History Simulator, so she did not know the specific details of the battle. When she logged in again, she found that the time had moved forward by decades.

What is extremely ironic is that Morgan clearly completed the pilgrimage with them, but he was always just an apprentice of the [Enlightenment] level. After that battle, Morgan became a hero of the [Daytime] level.

Or rather… “anti-hero.”

The former princess changed her appearance and became known as the enchanting concubine.

When Arthur told Hebe about this, her eyes were full of fatigue and disappointment. As for the matter of crowning the queen, everyone subconsciously put it aside and never mentioned it again.

After that, everything went smoothly, except that Morgan never appeared in front of them again.

Hebe's attitude in the eyes of everyone became increasingly unpredictable, but her methods remained sharp and precise.

Heber saw through the evil concubine's schemes one by one, and her methods were gradually dispelled.

Under Hebe's pressure, Mordred committed suicide out of shame and anger. King Arthur defeated Morgan the Evil Queen at Camlann and imprisoned her in the Tower of London... The Evil Queen's plan to destroy Albion was thus thwarted.

Until now.

"You were the one who instigated the Twin Kings, right, Sister Queen?" Heber asked. "With this rebellion, you successfully pushed Albion to the brink of destruction. Therefore, you were promoted to Dusk based on this achievement."

Morgan's eye twitched slightly at the familiar name.

She looked at Hebe seriously and carefully, gazing into those emerald eyes.

“So what?” she said. “I deserved all this.”

Either Arthur's throne or you, Morgan thought.

P.S.: Actually, this book was originally about archaeology, and Heber was not what he is now. It’s a pity that it was rejected (sad)

Volume 5: The Battle of Twilight (Please add this to your collection, or anything else)

It seems that the demon concubine Morgan is his biggest enemy in this strange zone.

——Defeat her, and the strategy for this Lostbelt will be complete.

When Heber thought that he was about to complete the strategy, he felt a surge of joy, and even the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

In contrast to her smile are her actions.

"No, I've never been on your side." Heber's tone was almost unchanged. "I'm just worried that you're on the path to destroy Albion, that's all."

"By now……"

"You misunderstood. I'm not concerned about you." Hebe, who was only thinking about getting into the battle as soon as possible, interrupted in time, "I mean, if you choose to destroy Albion, Arthur and my achievements will be ruined."

This way I can only get the bad ending.

Although I can still choose to become Morgan's accomplice...but at least Albion was built under my watch, so I still have some feelings for it.

If that's the case, Morgan will probably just take action, right? Heber thought.

The night suddenly became darker.

Morgan's face, without a smile on its face, blended into the endless night.

She leaned back slightly, but what came to her mind was the image of the three of them sitting by the campfire during their pilgrimage, imagining the future. Back then, Arthur had said he wanted to build a nation where ordinary people could stand up straight, and she had said she would always support them no matter what they did.

And what did the girl with deep green eyes say at that time?

Ah, I remembered it.

She sat across from the campfire, smiled warmly, and whispered, "Everything will be fine. Everything will be in order."

Morgan held out his hand, clasping his slender fingertips together.

The crown on the demon queen's head, which symbolizes destruction, strife and the kingship of the island, turned into a dark sun.

[The first mark: Fairy Eye].

[The Second Mark: The Charm of Desire].

[The third seal: Protection of the Lake].

[The Fourth Seal: From the End].

The clouds in the night sky began to surge, then became clear, and then quickly dimmed, like a piece of gray crystal. The clouds were calm and grew heavier and heavier.

The lake is already hanging in the sky.

Not far in front of the demon concubine, the sage casually threw away his sword.

Illusory pansies rose from Hebe's feet, instantly transforming the battlefield into a sea of flowers.

The court mage's robe flew back, revealing the girl's white arms.

The slender hand curled up, then extended a finger, pointing at Morgan's eyes.

[The First Mark: Illusion].

[The second mark: the charm of dreams].

[The Third Mark: Hero Creation].

What greeted the sage's finger was a black spear burning with ominous black flames.

This was the last picture Edward and Alistair could comprehend.

……

It suddenly started to rain, and the rain condensed into ice in the air. When it touched armor, weapons and human bodies, it began to burn quietly and quickly.

The rain stopped.

The sea of flowers on the ground was filled with fragrance, and it was no longer possible to tell the distance between them. Many people who were already asleep disappeared out of thin air, and the rest gradually faded away, like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

The deep blue lake water suddenly gushed out from underground and flooded the sea of flowers.

The surrounding environment suddenly seemed to be distorted, upside down, the earth rose rapidly, the sky was hazy, and a strong wind carrying countless falling snow came from afar. In an instant, half a meter thick snow accumulated on the ground.

When the snow was about to reach the waists of the two kings, the dark purple flame began to burn quietly again, melting the snow into a clear lake.

The dark purple flame burned, but its color suddenly changed. It had docilely sunk into the water, but suddenly rushed out and pounced on Edward.

puff.

There was a muffled sound.

The armor worn by the Red Dragon King was originally formed by connecting metal plates of uniform size together. It has excellent defense against both sword slashes and spear stabs.

The flames, which were once dark purple and now bluish-purple, quickly burned the armor into one piece, making it even taller, more powerful, and heavier. All the joints and gaps were filled with metal, leaving even the last bit of space.

Even an ordinary human body contains various metals, and the existence of the "Daylight" level is even richer. The nobleman once known as the "Red Dragon Prince" was replaced with liquid metal and quickly and calmly integrated into the armor.

After a moment, the flames quickly went out, and the tall and mighty armor fell to the sky, leaving only three holes of different sizes where the face should be.

The calm lake water submerged the armor, and several iron-gray flower buds struggled to break free from the shallow water.

Alistair stared at the scene in a daze, his skin quickly cracking, his golden hair standing on end, and a rustling sound coming from his body.

He bent his body with difficulty, but his chest involuntarily protruded forward, as if something was pushing his body hard.

The lake water, which was submerged up to the calves, was calm and seemed completely unaffected.

Alistair's muscles, skin, and clothes were completely stuck together, and it was no longer possible to tell which was inside and which was outside. Tufts of soft white hair sprouted from his eye sockets, ears, and nostrils, swaying like fragrant grass.

The white hair became more and more numerous and denser, and the skin and hair on his head stuck tightly together, forming petals like a rose.

The petals piled up layer by layer, and finally bloomed with a flutter.

A cold, emotionless voice fell from the air into Alistair's ears.

“[The utopia that is no longer reachable].”

……

The clouds disappeared and the sky over London had never been clearer.

The sun sets earlier than usual.

The wilderness that was once a battlefield is now a lake flanked by a sea of flowers. The waters are tranquil, a captivating turquoise blue, and deep purple pansies bloom along the shore, looking from afar like a burning flame.

Hebe was sitting in the sea of flowers. There was no scar on her body, but her face was pale and bloodless.

She stood up silently, and clear water dripped down her fingers, dripping like autumn rain.

In just a moment, a shallow pool of water formed where Hebe stood.

The ripples on the water twisted and formed words that only Hebe could see.

"The two kings died violently, the demon queen shed blood, and the army was annihilated. Albion triumphed once again. With the failure of this plan, Morgan has no chance of making a comeback..."

"However, the fuel that sustains King Arthur is nearing exhaustion. When her kingship and her lifespan draw to a close, her heavy achievements will turn into a devastating disaster."

"No one wins. Is this the ending you wanted?"

However, Heber simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Then the words formed by the water waves were forced to change, and new words emerged.

"Arthur's mission is Albion. Morgan's mission can only be achieved by destroying Albion. Merlin's mission is to assist Arthur and achieve the blueprint of everyone's ideal."