24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

"King of the Wild Hunt, King of Storms... In a certain version of King Arthur's legend, King Arthur, who was fatally wounded in the Battle of the Sword Fence, ordered Bedivere to return the holy sword to the Fairy of the Lake, but Bedivere refused to leave the king. He died and looked back several times..."

"When Bedivere returned to the king's hiding place for the third time, he found that the king had left with the holy spear..."

"It was then that the legend of the Wild Hunt began to spread in Britain."

"She is the undead of King Arthur! The king of the undead appears with the dead knights! When she runs on the earth, a hunt that sweeps the world will come!"

In the BB live broadcast room, some viewers who are proficient in British culture speculated on the origin of the Black Knight based on his words.

Historically, there are three theories about the ending of King Arthur.

First, Bedivere returned the holy sword, and King Arthur was taken by the Lake Fairy to the Utopia, which only sinless people can enter.

Second, after the Sword in the Stone was broken, King Arthur did not ask Merlin for the Contracted Sword of Victory. Instead, he chose the Holy Spear as his main weapon. He did not die after suffering heavy losses in the Battle of the Sword Parade and returned to Camelot to expel Morgan becomes the Lion King.

Third, Bedivere repeatedly refused to return the holy sword. King Arthur died in pain and turned into an undead, leading the dead knights to become the King of the Wild Hunt who hunted all creatures endlessly.

The King Arthur who appeared now was holding a contaminated pitch-black holy spear, wearing a hideous and ominous armor, and riding a strong dead skeleton horse at his crotch.

It's obvious that the King Arthur here is the King of the Wild Hunt who appears in the third ending.

"Hey hey hey! Is she actually King Arthur? How could King Arthur be a girl?"

"You can't see your face with the helmet on, but the voice is undoubtedly a female voice... Oh my God, King Arthur and Morgan grind tofu and give birth to Mordred!?"

"If I remember correctly, Mordred's wish for the Holy Grail was to [create a world where his father no longer has to bear everything alone]... Now, King Arthur has become the king of the storm and the wild hunt. It's really You don’t have to bear any responsibility.”

After knowledgeable people deduced the real name of the Black Knight, the barrages from the live broadcast room rushed out like an explosion.

Mordred's death made people sigh, but the appearance of Black King Arthur was so shocking that they forgot for a moment that the body of the savior hero was not yet cool.

"Her power is too strong...even the dark mist can't bear it..."

A baby undead cautiously walked up to Medea, pulled the clothes of the ancient witch, and spoke in a very soft voice.

Due to the raging black hurricane rolled up by the holy spear, there are obvious cracks in the inherent barrier now.

Through those space cracks, one can already see the yellow sand ground or the dim sky outside.

"It's really a god..."

Medea looked back at the space that was crumbling due to the pressure of Black King Arthur, and then at the Holy Grail in the opponent's hand.

A feeling of powerlessness surged into her heart. Even the witch of the gods was unable to fight against a god-level enemy.

It's good now. After planning for the Holy Grail for so long, it was all in vain.

"Well...this magic mist is poisonous..."

"The air is filled with activated hatred and anger. This space is a magical realm where ordinary people cannot survive."

"And you...are you a witch? Bad memories, I hate witches."

It seemed that he had finally recovered from the sudden summons. Black King Arthur looked at the surrounding environment and discovered the existence of Jack the Ripper and Medea.

The dark holy spear was swung forward, and the storm that had been tearing through the dark fog city expanded, and more violent and violent magic whirlpools appeared one after another.

The inherent barrier let out a shrill wail, and the space itself creaked horribly.

"It was you who killed the knight who summoned me. Although the contract has lost its effect, revenge for the master is what should be done."

"Declaration... I am the King of Storms from the End, and the holy spear of protection is the end of all sorrow."

"Swallow this space of hate and rage, Lungominyad."

Black tornadoes swept through the streets, destroyed buildings, and tore apart the fog. The holy spear turned everything in the dark fog city into powder.

Soon, the storm began to subside.

The A-level inherent barrier was destroyed by the power of the holy spear, and then was restrained to a point by the black storm, and then was pierced and swallowed by the holy spear.

Jack the Rippers, destroy them!

"One blow... one blow killed Assassin..."

Returning to the Middle East where the sand was everywhere, Medea's legs could not help but tremble.

There is no doubt about the power of this god, and she has also seen the true identity of the holy spear.

"Holding the holy spear that connects the inside and outside of the world, the tower at the end anchors the ecological chain on the surface of the planet."

"The Lancer in this Holy Grail battle is named Artoria Pendragon... No, no, is she the goddess Lungominiad?"

"You... are the one who ends this war."

178. Death of Medea

On the battlefield in the Middle East, the winner between humans and the undead has been decided.

The Death Battle Elephant transformed by Darius III was killed by Alexander the Great's army, but Iskandar's condition reached a point where he was exhausted.

However, there are still tens of millions of undead poisoning the Mesopotamia, and they will become a disaster that humans cannot ignore.

Dark thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and the earth trembled to indicate the arrival of the gods.

Artoria Lancer alter

One of the seven knights who is destined to side with mankind in this war. Although he seems to be full of evil and ominous atmosphere, in fact...

He is a heroic spirit with the attributes of order and kindness.

"Witch, why don't you run away?"

After devouring Jack the Ripper's precious phantom, the dark spear in King Arthur's hand let out a satisfied belch, and the King of the Wild Hunt looked at Medea with his golden eyes.

Jack the Ripper died under the Holy Spear. Logically speaking, Medea should take the opportunity to escape.

"For that holy spear... there's no point in escaping anywhere, right?"

"And I want the Holy Grail."

Taking courage, Medea stood in front of King Arthur.

She knew that this was her only chance, the closest she got to the Holy Grail.

If she still couldn't get the Holy Grail and summoned that man for revenge, she would be burned by the flames of hatred. She might as well die immediately.

"The Holy Grail told me that you were also responsible for the death of the Master who summoned me."

Looking down at the golden cup in his hand, King Arthur's tone remained unchanged.

"Yes, it was me who poisoned Mordred."

Medea had nothing to deny about this.

She is a witch who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.

Whether it is poisoning or coercion, it is a natural behavior.

"Mordred...?"

"I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

"Witch, do you know her?"

Unexpectedly, Black King Arthur made a confused sound.

She looked at the girl's body lying on the ground, her eyes full of confusion.

"She is...the son of King Arthur and Morgan..."

"Aren't you Artoria Pendragon? How could you not recognize your own heir?"

Medea took a step back in disbelief. The size of Black King Arthur's spiritual base was so astonishing that her mere presence in this world would exert a strong sense of oppression on others.

That holy spear is one of the basic anchors of this world. The breath of the great thing will arbitrarily assimilate the surrounding matter, causing everything to collapse towards the end of Tarungo Miniyad.

"I can't understand...how I could have an heir..."

"Well……"

Upon hearing Medea's explanation, Black King Arthur trembled, obviously showing a shaken expression.

She was a little overwhelmed and held her forehead, making a slightly painful sound.

"Yes, so that's it..."

As if he had figured something out, Black King Arthur's stiff body suddenly relaxed.

"I am no longer Arthur. I have no function of leading the people."

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"I... am no longer the king."

She reached out and gently took off her visor.

A beautiful and refined face appeared in front of the world, with long pale golden hair flowing out from the gap in the helmet.

King Arthur's golden vertical pupils are full of inorganic majesty. She has transcended the category of human beings and reached the realm of gods.

"I am the violent storm, I am the never-ending hunt, I am the goddess Lungominiad who signed a contract with the Holy Grail."

"The mission in this world is to hunt all the monsters that invade the human world."

"learn."

"Holy Lance, pull out the anchor."

She raised the holy spear, and the dark and ferocious shell of the spikes began to peel off.

The dazzling golden light rolled out from the inside of the holy spear, instantly piercing through the rolling thunderclouds in the sky.

"Is this how the Holy Grail fulfills wishes... Mordred, what do you think when you see this scene..."

Witnessing the awakening of the goddess with her own eyes, Medea said inexplicably with shock.

The current King Arthur will indeed not be sad, because she herself is the end of all sadness.

Now King Arthur will not bear everything alone, because Lungominiad is the end of everything in this world.

The Holy Grail fulfilled Mordred's wish and also brought an end to the Holy Grail War.

"But...I'm still not willing to give in!"

With the knowledge of the witch, she saw the whole incident clearly, but Medea was still unwilling to let go.