Britain is "peaceful" and unprecedentedly peaceful.
The country is living and working in peace and contentment, there is no war, the king is majestic and prestigious, and the knights are expanding their territory. Everything is very peaceful.
But why does Anno, the former Knight of the Round Table, always feel fear in his heart?
He was already fifty-nine years old, his physical fitness began to decline, and his long hair began to fall out, so he only regarded this fear as a mental state of old age.
Everything was so normal until...
Morgan lives in the inhuman realm, the domain of dragons.
She made an agreement with the dragon to launch a plan to destroy Britain in the year when the Age of Gods was about to end.
She had planned this for several years.
In order to create Mordred, he killed a group of knights, and in order to transform magic, he stole Vortigern's bones.
Inhuman creatures are about to be rejected by the human world, but they are unwilling to be bound to a relatively barren and narrow inhuman realm.
So, non-people asked for help from human rebels.
Goblins, orcs, warcraft, and even creatures that stand at the fixed point of fantasy species - dragon species.
One day, there was a commotion within Britain.
There was a riot at the ongoing Round Table Council.
The source of the riot was Mordred, one of the Knights of the Round Table.
The armor on her body emitted an ominous red light, and then a painful roar came from her mouth.
Palomedes and Tristan, who were sitting next to her, wanted to check on her condition, but were stabbed by the violent Mordred.
Mordred's whole body exuded a strong black energy, and his face hidden in the armor no longer showed any trace of reason.
Her eyes glowed with a stunning red light, and she roared and slashed at her father with the dazzling sword Clarent given to her by King Arthur.
Arthur parried alertly, but a dark shield blocked her face - it was Galahad, one of the Knights of the Round Table.
"Sir Mordred, what's wrong with you? Wake up!" Arthur came out from behind the shield and said seriously with a hint of concern.
Mordred did not wake up, nor did he continue to swing his sword at Arthur. Instead, he looked towards the other seat of the round table as if he had noticed something.
When everyone's eyes were attracted to Mordred, the knight Lancelot also exuded the same black aura as Mordred.
Unlike the black energy all over Mordred's body, Lancelot's black energy gradually spread from his head to his whole body.
He held his head, suppressing something in pain.
He could feel that something wanted to control his thoughts and invade his mind.
Lancelot tried hard to expel this inexplicable thought from his mind, but the power of this thought was rough and powerful. Even though Lancelot tried his best to control himself, in the end, his body was still taken away by this thought.
of control.
The second beast was born.
Gareth, who admired Lancelot, wanted to appease Lancelot, but was kicked aside.
Lancelot and Mordred, shrouded in black energy, seemed to look at each other, and then the two of them ran madly towards the outside of the King's Court of Camelot.
"What the hell is going on!" Arthur gritted his teeth and looked at the chaotic royal court.
Mordred and Lancelot have disappeared.
Balemidi was seriously injured, with a hole in his abdomen, but he could survive. Tristan had two scratches of varying depths on his chest and face.
The most seriously injured was Gareth, who was kicked by Lancelot.
Chapter completed!