Tribute to the Demon King

On the evening of the seventh day, on the bloody hills of Camlann.

The holy sword has long lost its brilliance due to the surrender of the heart.The holy gun was also unable to untie too many shackles because the conditions were not met.

But at least it can be done to the extent that it penetrates the rebel's body and burns through her internal organs.

But the sword of the traitor also shattered the king's helmet, and slashed her skull, taking an eye and the rest of her life.

King Arthur Arturia knelt down, holding the blood-stained holy spear, and looked at the piled up mounds of knights' corpses.

Triggered countless wars and claimed countless lives, so I will die more miserable than anyone else... Even though I have accepted such a fate, is it not enough?

"What I'm after is not this kind of result..."

Although I know that Britain will end one day, at least it should be a more stable, sleep-like sleep——

That was the sadness and anger that even Merlin could not imagine, and it was always hidden in King Arthur's heart.Like a wail that tears the listener's chest apart.

But at least, don't say that.Never think that you are wrong...

Because he was too nervous, Merlin subconsciously stretched out his hand to the window.

But it was too far away from here, and he even realized what kind of tragedy would happen.

... The amazing thing is that a miracle really happened.

Under the watchful eyes of Merlin and Darius, King Arthur turned all the remaining grievances into sighs, fell to the ground holding the Holy Lance and Holy Sword, and looked at the sky without saying a word.

Her last knight, using his last strength to hug the king on the wounded white horse, tried to lead her to the blood-stained forest.

The knight believed that the king was immortal.As long as he crosses this cursed battlefield and reaches a clean place... the king's wounds will surely heal.He could only firmly believe in this, and tried his best to reject Wang's death.

"King, please stay here now. I'll go and call the soldiers."

The knight, who was also seriously injured, leaned the king's body under the tree and saluted the unconscious king: "Please be patient...I will definitely bring the healer."

From here to the port, it only takes half a day if you use a horse to run faster.Change horses when we get there, and we will be back tomorrow morning...

The knight was thinking hard, trying to divert his consciousness from the king's injury.

"... Bedivere."

But at this moment, Wang, who should have lost consciousness, suddenly spoke, calling his name.

"Huh? I'm here, Wang... are you awake?!"

"Bedivere... come, take my sword."

King Arthur whispered in an ethereal voice, "Listen... take it through this forest, and over that blood-stained hill. Beyond that is a deep lake. Throw my sword into it."

"King, then—"

The knight couldn't help but screamed.

Of course he knew what that meant.

"Go ahead. Come back here when you're done, I want to hear what you saw."

The king's words have not changed—the king's orders must not be disobeyed.

The knight picked up the holy sword and rushed to the hill hesitantly.

...There is indeed a lake there, but the knight still couldn't bring himself to throw his sword into it.After wandering three times, he failed to return the holy sword to the lake.When he returned to the tree...

He was shocked to find that both the king and the Holy Lance were gone.

"Wait, this development..."

Merlin and Darius couldn't help but exclaimed.

——Bedwell finally realized what he had done.

Author's message:

I have to go to the notary office at [-] o'clock tomorrow, so today is still updated (flutter)

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Because the holy sword could not be returned, King Arthur could not die peacefully.

So in the end, she held the holy gun left in her hand and transformed into the king of the undead.

"……how so?"

Seeing this scene, Merlin couldn't help being dumbfounded.

He never expected that things would develop to this extent—the original King Arthur became the Storm King after his death, leading the Wild Hunt to gallop across the land of Europe.

That is a certain "phenomenon" unique to certain parts of Europe.According to legend, accompanied by cloudy days and storms, an army of the dead on horses and hunting dogs chased their prey across the sky, land and sea with the sound of horseshoes and dogs barking.

Whenever natural disasters and man-made disasters occur, when huge disasters occur, Wild Hunt will appear.Those who unfortunately stand in the way of the Wild Hunt and those who dare to try to catch up with the Wild Hunt army will be swept away and become members of the Wild Hunt.

And in front of all the wild hunters, there will be someone called the king of the wild hunt.Who exactly is He is still undecided.

In the impression of Darius, the magicians of the archaeological department suspected that they were the King of the Wild Hunt, the demigod Gwen, the silver-armed Nuada, or King Arthur... Now it seems that it is unclear who the King of the Wild Hunt is. The coffin is settled.

"...It shouldn't be like this."

He frowned, shaking his head in disbelief.