Zongman: A journey through time starting from the Supreme

Possessing clairvoyance, as the backup for the crown, even if that clairvoyance can only see the present, he can still deduce the future as long as he makes inferences based on the information obtained now.

Even the future deduced in this way is more reliable than the future seen with clairvoyance.

"What went wrong? Was it that Auberon? No, although I couldn't see him with my clairvoyance, I had already guessed his identity. Auberon was not the point."

'...It is that man, Zarathustra, the god of Zoroaster who should not be in Britain!'

'It was his existence that caused the intelligence I obtained to be flawed, resulting in huge errors in my deductions.'

Merlin finally understood what was wrong with him, but it was too late.

The Great Disaster has been unleashed by Morgan, and all the fairies in the Fairy Kingdom will soon be cursed and killed.

Merlin doesn't care about the life or death of the goblins, but the outbreak of these disasters will accelerate the spread of the curse from the British Isles to the four oceans and seven continents.

If they cannot defeat Morgan here as quickly as possible and eliminate the source of the curse, then it won't be long before this world falls into the 'Land of Steel'!

The Chaldeans will be the last humans to witness the true end of the Earth and humanity!

But can they really defeat Morgan and stop the curse?

Reality is no longer included in the calculation.

Chapter 156 "Rebellion against Duanli's Father"

"Sister Wang, why are you doing this?"

The Knight King stared at the Morgan in front of him, who was the same as his impression, but not exactly the same, and couldn't help but ask.

In her impression, Morgan was not such a steady and profound woman at all, but an impatient witch who acted without considering the consequences.

Although such a Morgan could be cruel enough at times, in terms of the feeling she brought to others, the Morgan who became the queen would give people a greater sense of threat.

Morgan looked at the Knight King with her beautiful eyes behind the black veil and said with a mocking smile: "...You ask me why I do this?"

"...Is it because of your sense of justice that you can't stand my behavior? Do you want to plead for those fairies who deserved to die, or are you angry about their deaths?"

When facing King Arthur, Morgan found that he seemed to have returned to the irritable mood in the early pan-human history, and he could not help but use words to provoke his once favorite sister.

However, unlike in the past, even though he was upset, Morgan still remained absolutely rational and would not let his mood affect his thinking.

"No, it's not about fairies. What I want to know is why you, sister Wang, want to destroy pan-human history?"

"...You should know that if the curse of Britain is allowed to spread, it won't be long before the world will be eroded by the curse and will perish!"

The Knight King took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly.

The fate entanglement between him and Morgan was too complicated and too difficult to describe. At this time, the Knight King did not want to talk about the past hatred.

What she wanted to know more about now and what she wanted to solve more was the curse that escaped from Britain.

The Knights of the Round Table were all silent at this time, and they tried to remain as quiet as possible when the 'King' spoke.

As for Gawain's descendants who were created by Morgan himself, they all looked at their mother with complicated expressions.

I didn't expect that even now after death, I would still be an enemy of my mother and stand on the opposite side of her. This fate is really unpredictable.

The other Chaldeans also remained silent. They wanted to know the answer to why Morgan wanted to destroy the world.

"Your question is really stupid, my former sister~."

Morgan opened her red lips slightly, and she sighed softly, her icy eyes still calm and cold: "...After fighting with me for so many years, you should understand that I am the lord of the island of Britain."

"All I care about is the British Isles. I compete with you for the survival of the British Isles."

"…Unfortunately, I alone could not fight against the entire history of mankind. In the end, I failed and could only flee to paradise in sorrow and panic, leaving the British Isles to human history."

"Now that I have finally regained my British Isles, how can I let pan-human history take it away again?"

"...It's easy to keep it in my arms forever. All I have to do is destroy pan-human history."

"When the curse spreads across the globe, it will be the end of human history and your downfall."

"... Let's count down the time. The final moment is getting closer and closer!"

Morgan told these people her plan in a nonchalant tone. She concealed nothing and expressed her sad wish that she had held on to for thousands of years.

The Knight King gripped the hilt of the Sword of Promised Victory.

Although he had guessed what Morgan might be going to do, the Knight King was still shocked to learn that she was going to destroy the entire history of mankind in order to obtain her own Britain.

She is truly the 'witch among witches'!

The Knight King suppressed the urge to attack and asked a question that everyone was most concerned about: "...Who is the Zoroastrian 'Zarathustra'?"

As the Knight King finished speaking, Ritsuka and the others pricked up their ears and stared at Morgan, waiting for her answer.

Morgan, with her beautiful face hidden behind the black veil, smiled coldly, as if flowers were in full bloom, with fascinating charm and enchantment.

She spoke in a gentle and cold tone: "...I don't know anything about Zoroastrianism. As for Zarathustra, he is my Master, the husband I trust and love deeply!"

Morgan's answer disappointed everyone in Chaldea, as they had already known the answers.

"So, you want to destroy human history, and he wants to destroy the planet?"

The Knight King asked sternly.

Facing the Knight King's rebuke, Morgan stood tall and said indifferently and proudly: "...Remember, my former sister, this is my Britain, not yours!"

"…The one who rules this land is a queen named Morgan, not King Arthur named Altria Pendragon!"

"As for your question, I don't want to answer it. Maybe it's just that my husband added some 'ingredients' to the curse."

"...As for what he wants to do, as his wife, I will not ask and will only give him my greatest support."

"¨' Because I trust him, just as I love him deeply!"

Morgan's passionate answer made the Knight King hesitate to speak.

She never imagined that her sister Wang would be such a sentimental woman.

No, that's not right. She is a woman who values ​​feelings. As a human being, Morgan is a woman who is like a gentle older sister.

The killing continued in Camelot, but the place where Morgan and the Chaldean group were located fell into silence.

In this eerie silence, footsteps were heard.

Everyone looked back, and when they saw that it was Mordred who came, they all looked away.

Although no one knew where Mordred had gone just now, no one cared. Now everyone's attention was on Morgan.

Mordred lowered her head so that no one could see her expression, and walked to the side and back of the Knight King.

"It seems that just like before, I can't convince you with words, Sister Wang!"

"...In that case, I will have no choice but to use force to stop you, just like I did back then!"

　(Money?) The Knight King took a deep breath, her eyes determined, she slowly drew out her holy sword, and Morgan's slender figure was reflected in her holy blue eyes.

Morgan smiled contemptuously: "... After all, in the end, we still have to use force to solve the problem. After so many years, you still haven't made any progress, Altria Pendragon!"

"...Mordred, if you don't act now, when will you act?"

Morgan spoke coldly, and everyone was shocked after hearing her words, and hurriedly looked at Mordred.

"'Rebellion against my elegant father'!"

Mordred, who was standing behind King Arthur, suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of rebellion and betrayal, and she shouted out the famous words of "filial son".

A flash of sword light passed by, and under the astonished eyes of the Knight King, the weapon that had once killed her pierced her chest again.

"My king!"

The Knights of the Round Table shouted anxiously and rushed to rescue the emperor.

Chapter 157: The Northern Queen's Surrender

With her hair disheveled, Knocknaire led the northern fairies in panic, resisting the curse and the erosion of Morse in the ruined Camelot.

She spared no effort to share her power with all her tribesmen, turning all of them into the royal clan in order to resist the crazy curse.

However, even so, even though the army of the Northern Clan was already the strongest force in the British Fairy Kingdom, they were still powerless in the face of these crazy curses.

After all, the northern goblins are also goblins. They are not able to resist the curse of God and the wrath of the Horned God head-on.

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

A soldier from the King's Clan came to Nocnaraya and said anxiously, "...Please give the order and let everyone leave Camelot!"

"...If we continue like this, we will be completely wiped out!"

Noknalaya's pink hair was scattered messily on her shoulders. She was wearing a clear black leather jacket and was breathing rapidly. Her beautiful white face was covered with sweat stains.

After hearing what her subordinates said, she angrily said, "...It's not that I don't want to retreat. At this point, why would I care about the throne?"

"…But now we are surrounded by these curses and there is no way we can leave!"

At the position of this group of northern goblins, they were surrounded by the cursed, sticky, churning black river water.

The location where the northern goblins are located has become an isolated island.

After saying 480, perhaps because she felt that her tone was a bit aggressive, Noknaliya slowed down her emotions and said softly: "... Sorry, I'm a little irritable now, and my tone may not be good."

The soldier was silent for a moment, then he shook his head and said, "...No, you don't have to apologize, Your Majesty!"

"…Since we can't escape, why don't you abandon us and leave alone? With your strength, you should be able to escape Camelot!"

"The tribe can live without us, but not without you, Your Majesty!"

The soldier probably came to remind Noknareya just to say this.

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the fairies from the surrounding northern clans all looked at Noknareya. Their eyes were filled with the will to sacrifice, and they were willing to sacrifice themselves here to save their queen.

The soldiers knew the power of the King's Clan, and they knew that the only reason they were still trapped on this cursed island was because of Noknareya's ability.

If it weren't for Noknareya, these fairy soldiers would not be able to hold out for long and would all die here.

But Noknareya herself was unable to escape and could only share the hardships with the soldiers here.

From the performance of these northern clan goblins, we can see that they are different from the southern goblins.

If it was a southern fairy, she would probably be thinking about how to drag Noknareya into the water in order to save her own life.

But the northern elf would rather sacrifice himself than let his queen be harmed.

"Don't say such things again. I am your king. How can I abandon you and escape from the battlefield?"

"...If I really do this, how can I be qualified to be your king!"

Noknalaya shouted angrily, dismissing the soldiers' remarks.

Although the words were beautiful, Noknareya knew that she couldn't hold on for much longer.

The power of these curses is growing stronger and stronger, especially here close to the source of the curse. Even the King's Clan will not be able to resist for too long.

She raised her head, and a few strands of messy hair covered her beautiful golden pupils.

Noknareya looked at the violent storm that was rising in the big hole in front of her, and the monster as big as a mountain in the dark storm.

The monster was looming in the storm, not revealing its true face, and the curse on the goblin was emanating from the monster's body.

Noknaliya just found it ridiculous.

How did Queen Morgan suppress this horrible monster underground for two thousand years, preventing it from crawling out?

I thought that if Queen Morgan could suppress the disaster, I could do it too, so I came to Camelot without hesitation, wanting to overthrow the queen and build a better country.

If she had known that this disaster was so terrifying, she would have tried to stop her people from having such thoughts no matter what.

I'm afraid that in this Britain, only Morgan can sit on the throne. Only she can suppress disasters and provide the fairies with the resources and land to live.

If it weren't for Morgan, the goblins would have been extinct long ago.

At this moment, Noknareya finally understood why Morgan was so tyrannical and imposed heavy taxes on the goblins. In fact, by doing this, she was also allowing the goblins to survive.

But now, as the fairies come to attack Camelot, the queen no longer suppresses the curse and allows it to spread. The result is that the British fairy kingdom will fall into the curse and eventually perish.

Thinking that her people in Edinburgh would also die in this horrible disaster, Knocknarea was overwhelmed with grief and felt unspeakable despair.

At this moment, she felt something in her heart and raised her head to look forward.

All I saw was a slender and elegant figure slowly walking towards me in the rushing and boiling river of curse.

He walked on the cursed river as if it were flat ground. No matter whether it was the curse of God or the terrible magic suppressed in it, all the creatures would spontaneously avoid him when approaching, as if he was meeting a great god.