Chapter 1316: Chapter 43: Awakening
“Tresti! And…”
At this moment, Gareth exclaimed with surprise, then looked at the other figures who arrived with the bearded man first, “Gaheris! Kai! Ector! You…”
The few figures who appeared first were none other than the current Twelve Round Table Knights escorting different Elders to the Fog Capital from various places.
During the Fog Capital riot, they were the first to take action, each responsible for suppressing different areas and dispersing the crowd.
“We received a message from Bedivere.” Tresti said solemnly at this time, “We found it hard to believe initially, but now…”
Shaking his head, Tresti’s expression was certainly not looking good… he sighed and gazed at Jester Dagonet, “It seems there is indeed a traitor among us.”
“Thanks for the pliment.” Mr. Clown showed a bright smile.
Upon seeing this, Gareth gritted his teeth, and his expression ultimately darkened.
At this time, two Elders leading a group of knights arrived, and one stepped forward directly, “Perkins! It saddens me for the Knight King’s bloodline… surrender peacefully!”
Not only were there six members of the Twelve Round Table in the hall, along with the Mage Corps waiting for the right moment in the Sky Realm… outside the Royal Hall, there were over a hundred powerful mid and upper-level knights.
At this moment, the area was surrounded with no way out.
“The first one.”
Just then, Perkins spoke abruptly… acpanying his words was a faintly raised finger emitting a dark red beam… the beam directly bypassed everyone, past a few Twelve Round Knights, and shot through the forehead of the speaking Elder.
A second ago, he spoke with righteous indignation and grandeur, but the next second, he lost his head pletely… the corpse fell to the ground.
Thud —!
Only when the corpse fell with a muffled sound did everyone, the Knight Agency’s all present personnel, awaken from their stupor, displaying expressions of utter shock and anger.
“The second one.”
But it wasn’t over — as the finger pointed again and the red beam shot out, a knight guarding the Doomsday Myth prisoners in the hall had his chest penetrated… being a corpse!
“Perkins!!”
An angry voice suddenly erupted from Tresti’s mouth, and in an instant, the present Twelve Round Table Knights donned their armor… and then simultaneously charged at Sir Perkins on the steps!
However, Sir Perkins coldly chuckled and lightly swung the Holy Grail in his hand.
Six knights who had inherited power, the highest bat strength of the Knight Agency, were unexpectedly swept to the ground at the same time by an immensely powerful and incredible force.
The Holy Armor on their bodies shattered directly, with fragments returning to the Holy Seal on each of them.
Defeat… instant defeat!
Inside the Royal Hall, it became pletely silent… even the mages of the Mage Corps, initially spectating, fell silent.
Despite not knowing, it was clear they understood the capabilities of the Twelve Round Knights wearing Holy Armor.
At this moment, witnessing Gareth and others lying on the ground, vomiting blood profusely, the remaining Elder of the Edinburgh Knight Organization’s entourage facially transformed drastically… not only him, but the numerous mid and upper-level knights brought along did the same.
Fear, breeding…
“I once said.”
Looking at the silence engulfing Sir Perkins, he said with a smile, “I would give you a choice… the members of the Magician’s Association. Of course, this includes all the knights here… and you, Rulf!”
His gaze finally fell upon the surviving Elder from Edinburgh, “Do you plan to kneel to me being the New King, or do you intend to be buried here… acpanying your old friends?”
Sir Perkins’s gaze instantly became manding.
Under his gaze, the last Elder could bear no more and subconsciously kneeled.
He gazed fearfully at the situation, at the shocked and disbelieving eyes from both the Eleven Round Knights and mid and upper-level knights around him.
Finally, he gritted his teeth; if resistance was impossible, then…
“New King, I am willing to submit to you.” He took a deep breath, “To bee your follower.”
“Good! Rulf, I knew you were a smart person!”
Perkins said, “You know why I didn’t kill you as the second one? Because next, I will reorganize the Knight Agency, and I need someone who can help manage it — from now on, in the new Knight Agency, you will be the one with the highest authority, aside from me!”
“Thank you…”
With little more to say, having already decided to submit, the Elder clearly understood his current position.
“So… what about you all?”
Sir Perkins now glanced around, “Will you bee my sacrifices, or bee swords in my hand to forge a glorious Britannia, being heroes and legends of a new era?”
“I am willing to submit to you, New King.”
Unexpectedly, the first to loudly declare allegiance was the smiling Mr. Clown — though he was originally on Sir Perkins’s side, he was still first to kneel.
“Dagonet… you bastard!”
Gareth, always humble in dealing with others, wiped blood from his mouth, stood again, and uttered a curse.
“By the way.” As if fearing Gareth was not angry enough, Mr. Clown now squinted and smiled, “It was me who destroyed the Fog Capital’s main base. I personally beheaded Geraint.”
“What…”
Having just stood, Mr. Gareth suddenly felt his strength was entirely drained, his arms falling limp.
“I am willing to submit before you, my King.”
Suddenly, a somewhat deep voice emerged again from beside Gareth… impossible to believe, following Jester Dagonet in submission was none other than fellow Twelve Round Table knight, bearing the name [Kai]… Kai!
“Please accept my loyalty, future King.” Another Twelve Round Table knight made his choice.
“Ector…even you?!” Gareth, both shocked and angry, also felt sorrowful.
One after another, the mid and upper-level knights following the Elder and a few Round Tables in submission knelt to the ground.
Even among the knights guarding the few from the Doomsday Myth, half chose to submit at this moment.
Mr. Gareth staggered, continuously turning his body… every time a voice of allegiance emerged, he moved his feeble legs.
Before long, over sixty percent of the knights had made their choice: allegiance!
“Quite a reversal, isn’t it?”
Just then, the voice of the Doomsday Myth Alchemist Tip, shackled, sounded mockingly and jarringly.
Though Gareth obviously heard it… he couldn’t utter any words of refutation.
With a heavy look, he observed those bewildered but ultimately choosing silence instead of submission among the small group of knights… finally, only he, Bedivere, and Tresti of the Twelve Round Knights remained standing.
“So it seems…” Perkins shook his head, seemingly unsatisfied that not all Round Table Knights chose allegiance, “Gareth, Tresti, Bedivere, your choice is to oppose me, isn’t it.”
“I cannot… betray the oath I took.” Gareth took a deep breath, “Even if I am alone.”
“Am I not with you?” The bearded man clashed his fists, a hint of indefatigable determination appearing on his previously pale face, “Of course, Bedivere too! I decided my epitaph will engrave the names of my best friends, Gareth and Bedivere!”
“If that’s the case, I’d rather choose betrayal.”
Bedivere, calm as always, replied —though saying so, he silently joined the two.
The knights began to move… the loyalists silently gathered beneath the steps.
Those who did not submit silently joined the remaining three Twelve Round Table knights.
Ultimately… separation exceeding seventy percent.
Observing all this quietly, Sir Perkins smiled slightly, gazing at the Mage Corps above, “Then, what is your choice?”
Seeing Ace remain silent briefly before finally saying, “It seems this employment has exceeded anticipated levels… my apologies, Her Majesty the Queen, I think the Tower Masters would now feel the remuneration does not warrant continuing the employment. Additionally… Mr. Perkins, is it your intention not to let us leave?”
“Greet your several presidents on my behalf.”
At this moment, Kings said calmly, “Just say, after everything here is settled, I will personally pay a visit… However, you don’t need to rush to leave. You might as well attend my coronation ceremony next.”
“As you wish,” Mr. Ace smiled slightly, “The New King of Britain.”
Sir Pukins waved his large hand and then returned to sit upon the throne, once again looking down, “Elizabeth, how are you…all your reliance is gone. I’ll give you one more chance to choose.”
Her Majesty the Queen, whose gaze was dim, now lifted her head to look at the throne not far away.
Only to hear Sir Pukins say calmly, “If you choose to be loyal to me, perhaps I can grant you a new life…even restoring you to your most beautiful age is simply a matter of mere simplicity.”
Her Majesty slowly looked at the knights gathered around Pukins, then at the few knights standing behind Gareth, pletely disproportionate, and finally sighed gently with a bitter smile, “Pukins, it seems I’ve lost.”
“Your choice?” He awaited this final result.
“I, the Queen of Britain, will not bow down to anyone!”
The Queen declared loudly, “To the loyal people of the Knight Agency, although I do not bear the bloodline of your Knight King…I am the Queen, the most legitimate royal successor of the current Britannia! I am delighted that in this most difficult time, you are still willing to stand by my side! While life remains, and power lasts, I will acpany you to face the final darkness before the dawn.”
“No!”
At this moment, Gareth took a deep breath facing this great peril, “If I were to choose a king…I would rather it be you. My Majesty. The monarch whom a knight should be loyal to should be like you! Please accept my allegiance, Your Majesty!”
As if opposing Pukins, Gareth knelt before the Queen—seeing this, Bedivere and Tresti exchanged glances and made the same choice.
The remaining few upper-middle-class knights also began to swear allegiance—to this Queen.
This was the first time in the history of the Knight Agency that knights vowed allegiance to the so-called royal family rather than the cold, lifeless statue of the Knight King within the agency.
The king disdains to act on his own… still, when ample followers are available, Pukins snorted coldly and then swung his hand to send out the Demonic Sword… the Demonic Sword, plunged directly before Simpton.
“Kill them all,” Pukins waved his hand, “Offer your loyalty to me, knights!”
Simpton directly lifted the Demonic Sword… the pitch-black Demonic Qi began to entwine around him, and then Demon Armor appeared—he was the first to take action.
“I told you, Mr. Gareth. While needing you, I’d also need someone like me.”
The Holy Armor shattered, continuing its self-restoration within the Holy Seal—in the face of the Demon-armored Simpton, Gareth had only his ordinary Sword to bat.
As for Mr. Clown, along with the other Round Table Knights who submitted, they slowly approached Tresti and Bedivere.
The remaining upper-middle-class knights gritted their teeth, raising their Longswords against their former rades.
“Knights! I will stand here and watch. I will stand here without closing my eyes, not even a blink! I will remain here until the last one among you falls before me!”
The Queen’s voice echoed powerfully in the hall, “When the last knight falls, I will follow you as well!”
“For the Queen!!”
She was just an ordinary person.
A person whose visage was stolen by the years, whose age had made her elderly, her figure no longer slender, like a candle in the wind, fragile.
Yet, as she said, she would stand here until the last moment—as if a fountain, bringing not physical strength but unwavering courage to her loyal followers.
The high morale emanated from them, the resolve for a fight to the death was so distinct pared to the knights who silently raised their weapons and had surrendered.
The yielded ones merely quietly struck… a few targeting one.
“For the Queen!!”
The battle, surrounding the Queen, instantly… menced.
But whether intentional or unintentional, the ordinary Queen, where she stood, was not approached by anyone.
As she had stated from the beginning, she did not close her eyes once nor blink, just imprinting each face in her sight.
Pukins was very displeased with the Queen’s current state, a frustration began to grow within him.
The Holy Grail seemed to constantly whisper—a sound that had been echoing in his mind since he held it.
Destroy everything, devour everything… do not hesitate, the strongest power granted to you, to destroy everything… devour everything.
He gently shook his head, instinctively trying to rid his mind of this voice but eventually… he slowly stood, the irritation within him driving him step by step off the throne, down the stairs, towards Her Majesty amidst the fierce battle like a storm, arriving before the Queen.
“You are truly unwise… Elizabeth.” Sir Pukins suddenly sighed, “If only you were forever the dignity of the nation, perhaps that would be a good thing.”
“Many times, although we have the capability to change everything, we ultimately feel powerless,” the Queen said softly, “Long ago, someone told me… only the one who bees king can change everything.”
“Is that so.” Sir Pukins nodded, “Then acpany me to watch, to see who will eventually bee king.”
The battle situation… had been clear from the start.
Temporarily losing the power of the Holy Armor, Gareth and the others faced the most dangerous battle… courage did not bring enough power to overe the disparity in numbers.
It wasn’t even considered a fierce battle—pletely a one-sided fight.
Pukins’ smile grew ever stronger… seeing the Queen’s stubborn look, the frustration within him seemed to have experienced the greatest degree of release.
“Looks like the victory or defeat is about to be decided.” Pukins smiled.
Her Majesty nodded, “Yes, it seems so indeed…”
In the chaotic hall… it seemed a figure had quietly approached behind Sir Pukins.
Bang—!
Just as Mr. Gareth’s Sword was resisting the Demonic Sword… and his body was being pressed down inch by inch, even having reached the limit, nearly facing death under the Demonic Sword, a massive power suddenly spread out in the hall.
Ripples… waves of ripples surged.
Acpanied by a strong wind, the weaker ones were directly blasted out from the hall by this force in an instant.
Those slightly stronger had to desperately shield themselves, though they were also retreating… very few could hold their ground.
Only to see a black pillar of light shoot into the sky.
The corner of the hall, originally buried under rubble… now the stones had turned to dust.
In this black pillar of light… her body lying on the ground seemed to be lifted by some force.
Bending to stand, then stretching out, her body left the ground, hovering.
Her hands slowly opened, eyes tightly shut, her long hair, tied up, scattered in the chaotic air currents, then strand by strand raised with the flow.
“Lancelot…”
The Queen at this moment opened her mouth slightly… Apparently unexpected by the events, revealing an instant of panic.
Under this vast power’s impact, the remaining strong knights were dumbfoundedly watching… the contemporary era’s sole female Round Table Knight.
This was not… the power of the Round Table.
A potent force, constantly radiating from her, growing stronger and stronger…
Finally, she opened her eyes.
These eyes, seemingly devoid of emotions, where their gaze reached, the knights felt a tremor from their hearts… while Pukins, already broke out in a cold sweat.
…
Outside the hall.
On the steps leading to the Royal Hall, a figure slowly ascended… dressed in a black robe, wearing a silver white mask without a mouth, pletely covering his face.
As the black light pierced the sky, he stopped, looking at it as if pondering something… his hand, holding something.
A head… it was Caesar’s head.
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