Dark Soul Moon

"Ah, I forgot to bring my weapon today, go back and get the weapon first, the challenge will be discussed later."

"Coincidentally, I forgot to put on my armor today, brother, let's go together?"

"Bring me one, I forgot to bring my armor and weapon today!"

The crowd is gradually dispersing.

The spies hiding in the dark looked at each other and recorded a piece of information——

Lion Knight: Strength? ? ? , extremely dangerous, it is recommended to send at least one legion to encircle and suppress.

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Morgan watched the drama through surveillance magic throughout Camelot.

The surveillance magic was laid secretly by her, and she wanted to monitor the entire city of Camelot.

It turned out to be discovered by Merlin.

In the end, the surveillance magic network was apparently controlled by Merlin and Artoria.

Morgan found another reasonable excuse to deal with Artoria's subsequent questioning.

Even so, she still felt that Arturia was wary and suspicious.

Morgan wanted to kill Merlin at that time.

Not only was the control of the surveillance network forced to hand over, she maintained the harmless persona for several years, but also because Merlin was destroyed.

Thinking of the disappearing court magician Merlin, Morgan gritted his teeth.

Fortunately, Morgan is used to leaving a back door, so she can still secretly control the surveillance network, but she can't use functions such as tampering. Merlin is too cunning, and he has transformed the surveillance magic again.

In the end, the back door left by Morgan only allowed her to use the Surveillance Magic Network and nothing else.

Through monitoring magic, Morgan naturally discovered those spies from the Roman Empire.

The role of these spies has come to an end, and they should be eliminated.

From the current point of view, it is best for Artoria and Rome to fight for both sides.

Therefore, Morgan did not tell Artoria the information of these spies, but she also consciously controlled the information these spies could obtain and the authenticity of the information.

A loss-lose situation is the outcome that is in her best interest.

As the last witch of Britain, Morgan's information is all she wants to show to the outside world, for example, she is a weak princess with no power to restrain a chicken.

The anti-magic props the spies were carrying were of no use to her.

Dark magic is a completely different magic system, and these spies never thought of the existence of dark magic.

Naturally, Morgan can easily play with these spies with the help of dark magic.

Now, it's time for the spies to clear some up.

After all, the matter of insulting the Lion Knight had to be settled.

Morgan's eyes twinkled.

Then, she activated the dark magic arranged.

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Scouts near the Abyss Watcher's camp have lost their sanity in their eyes.

They took out several props from their pockets stiffly.

It was bestowed by the upper echelons, and it could make nearby people lose their minds and turn them into props for angry crowds. It was specially used to create chaos and cover their retreat.

Afterwards, all the spies activated the props together.

Invisible fluctuations swept around.

The scattered knights were taken aback for a moment, and then anger inexplicably arose in their hearts——

"No matter how powerful that lion knight is, he can't look down on me!"

"I must ask for an explanation, I am the son of Lord XX!"

"My father, the Marquis XX has never treated me like this!"

All the knights who hadn't left turned their attention to the monitor's camp.

Then, they took a step forward and headed towards the camp.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and the expression on his face gradually became extremely angry.

The ghosts who were in charge of guarding the entrance of the camp had shock on their faces, and they didn't understand why the knights ran back with such an angry look.

"not good!"

Lancelot, who was hiding in the dark, secretly thought something was wrong.

There was an inexplicable anger in his heart before, but it was suppressed by him in an instant

Before he could react, the irrational crowd began to attack the camp.

"Stop! I am Lancelot, the third knight of the round table!"