My Knights of the Round Table

As its name.

Shadows spread over the magic mirror in all directions, and the dark place where sunlight never enters is the world of death.

There are no living creatures.

The black rocks are rugged, and the mountains and plains are full of strange, thorny stones.

Occasionally, a path is opened up, which is also extremely narrow, and the two places are full of bottomless abyss.

I can't see the depth clearly, only the faint and miserable weird screams from below are occasionally heard, which is chilling.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, no, it is better to say that the sky is black instead of dark clouds.

There will never be sunlight.

No people, no vegetation in the desolate place.

like hell.

At the very center and highest end of this hell, there are several black buildings.

The pure black and unknown building exudes a gloomy and dark atmosphere, but the shape is unexpectedly beautiful.

Buildings form a tiny kingdom.

Shadow country.

Walk up a narrow path flanked by strange sharp rocks and cliffs, and you'll come across a massive city wall.

Standing above the entrance to the kingdom on the top of the mountain, there are seven trails, each with a city wall.

Tall and majestic, it is countless times higher than the city walls of Camelot.

Made of black bricks, it exudes inviolable majesty.

The door was tightly closed, and it seemed that it would never be opened.

It is covered with the heads of the deceased, with a hideous and terrifying face, but in such a place, it looks very matching, exuding a strange beauty.

Entering the city wall, in the kingdom at the top of the mountain, there was no one, and it seemed eerily quiet.

A woman with long blond hair, covered with a black veil, with a sexy body and a slightly bulging belly, walked towards the most central castle.

Inside the castle, on the throne.

A purple-haired girl shrouded in black and purple gauze was sitting there.

She is the only one in Nuoda's palace.

It was dark and dark, without any lights.

It was only illuminated by the faint ghost fires everywhere.

The girl looked at the entrance of the gate flatly, as if waiting for something.

After a while, the door was slowly opened.

A woman with blonde hair and a black veil was standing there.

Feeling the gaze of her eyes, she raised her head, her emerald green pupils were facing the girl's red pupils.

"Avalon's little guy?"

There is no surprise in her eyes, since the moment she entered the territory of the Land of Shadows, she has sensed her.

Not just once or twice.

But she still had doubts about her intentions.

Some people are not able to see through using her wisdom.

"Queen of the Land of Shadows."

Morgan smiled slightly, even though he was surrounded by deep ghosts, his expression remained unchanged.

Stepping into the realm of the palace with an unhurried pace, the moment the latter foot stepped into the palace, the door behind him was also closed.

Without any panic, he still kept his speed and walked forward.

Not far from the girl on the throne, she stopped.

"I need your help."

After Morgan finished speaking, he looked at her quietly.

The girl on the throne heard the words, did not speak, just stared at her quietly with red eyes.

After a long while, he spoke slowly.

"I have already said that I have no right to intervene in the affairs of Camelot and Wales."

"I can grant your wish."

Morgan spoke softly, interrupting her.

Morgan knew her wish.

In this world, aside from Mei Li, she is the guy who knows the woman in front of her best.

A being older than Mellie.

The queen of the kingdom of shadows, the ancient godslayer, the legendary existence who stepped into the realm of the gods in person!

As a legendary powerhouse who has lived for hundreds of years, her only interest may be to fight against powerhouses.

However, in this age when the age of the gods is receding, there is no such strong person in the world anymore.

What is she looking for when she is bored?

Nothing but death.

It is best to be killed in battle.

The girl on the throne was slightly taken aback.

After a long while, she came back to her senses, and there was an inexplicable meaning in her eyes.

Looking at the woman under the throne whose charm was different from the one she met before, her eyes were full of unknown smiles.

"you?"

"Of course not me."

Morgan smiled softly, without any irritation at all.

"Arthur."

Hearing this name, her pupils shrank, and there was a moving look in her eyes.

After a while, he shook his head.

"I have Setante."

"You and I both know that even the God of Light himself cannot do this, let alone that he is only his heir."

"If you rely on him until the end of the world, you will not be able to achieve your wish."

Didn't answer right away.

She was thinking, thinking about Morgan's words.

She had indeed thought about Setante, that is, Cú Chulainn, whether he could kill her at all.

There is no answer.

Even if Cú Chulainn has seen the final outcome of this era, he cannot see the development of the future that does not belong to this era.

After all, that's not really clairvoyance.

But Cú Chulainn was the only warrior who had reached the Land of Shadows in the flesh, gaining her approval for both strength and courage.

It is also what she can see, the most powerful warrior in Ireland in the future.

If you don't put your hope in him, who else can you put your hope in?

Arthur?

"The fate of Camelot and Ireland should not be intertwined."

She thought for a while before speaking slowly.

There was a flash of heartbeat in her eyes, but it disappeared without a trace, but she was still seen by Morgan, who was watching her under the throne.

"It doesn't matter how the fate process of an era develops. As long as the end of history appears, no one will care about the process, and neither will they."

"As long as Camelot is destroyed, no one will care about the process, and no one will know."

He spoke terrifying words calmly.

As if it was not the country of her beloved brother, but a country she hated so much.

The girl on the throne looked at her quietly, her red pupils placed on her black veiled face.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the thin black veil and landed on her face.

It revealed a strange meaning, as if re-acquainted with her.

But she didn't care, or thought of something, and calmed down.

"He's already picked up that gun and used that energy, and he's not destined to defeat me, let alone kill me."

There was no panic.

Morgan knew everything before he came, just like Mellie.

Instead, she was a little happy.

The change in the words of the girl on the throne has already explained her heartbeat.

She knew that she didn't care about fate at all.

All rejections are just chips.

Just keep pushing hard.

"I admit that you can kill gods. Most gods are no different from mortals in front of you, and even more vulnerable than mortals."

"However, the gods are also hierarchical, just like the human kingdom."