Britain is [peaceful] and is unprecedented peace.

The country lives and works in peace and contentment, there is no war, the king is majestic and prestigious, and the knights expand their territory. Everything is very peaceful.

But why do the former knight Anno, the round table, always feel panic in his heart?

He is fifty-nine years old, his physical fitness has begun to decline, and his long hair has begun to fall off, so he only thinks this fear is a psychological state of age.

Everything is so normal until...

Morgan lives in the inhuman realm, the territories of the dragon.

She and Long reached an agreement to launch a plan to collapse Britain in the year when the God Generation was about to end.

She planned for several years.

In order to create Mordred, he killed a group of entourage knights and stole Futigen's corpse in order to transform magic.

Inhuman creatures are about to be rejected by the human world, but they are unwilling to be bound in relatively barren and narrow inhuman fields.

Therefore, non-people have asked for help from human rebels.

Goblins, orcs, monsters, and even creatures that are fixed at the fantasy species - dragon species.

One day, a commotion came from the inside of Britain.

Riots occurred in the ongoing roundtable parliament.

The source of the riot was Modred, one of the Knights of the Round Table.

The armor on her body emitted an unknown red light, and then a roar of pain came from her mouth.

Balemish and Tristan, who were sitting next to her, wanted to check her situation, but were slashed by the violent Mordred.

Mordred's whole body exuded a rich black aura, and the face hidden in the armor could no longer see any rationality.

Her eyes emitted a red light, and Clarent, who held the sword that King Arthur gave her, shining brightly, roared and slashed towards her father.

Arthur parried alertly, but a dark shield blocked her - one of the Knights of the Round Table, Galahad.

"Modredqing, what's wrong with you? Be more awake!" Arthur walked out from behind the shield and said seriously with a hint of concern.

Mordred did not wake up and did not continue to wave his sword at Arthur. Instead, he looked at the other seat on the round table as if he had noticed something.

When everyone's eyes were attracted by Mordred, Knight Lancelot also emitted the same black air as Mordred's.

Unlike the black gas in Mordred's body, Lancelot's black gas gradually spreads from the head to the whole body.

He held his head, suppressing something in pain.

He could feel something that wanted to control his thinking and invade his mind.

Lancelot tried hard to expel this inexplicable thinking from his mind, but the power of this thinking was rough and powerful. Even though Lancelot tried his best to control himself, in the end, the control of his body was still taken away by this thinking.

The second beast was born.

Gareth, who admires Lancelot, wanted to appease Lancelot, but was kicked aside.

Lancelot and Mordred, shrouded in black gas, seemed to have looked at each other, and then they ran out of the Camelo court frantically.

"What the hell is this - what's going on!" Arthur gritted his teeth and looked at the chaotic royal court.

Mordred and Lancelot are gone.

Balemite was seriously injured. There was a hole in his abdomen, but he could save his life. There were two scratches of varying depth on Tristan's chest and face.

The worst injured was Gareth, who was kicked by Lancelot.
Chapter completed!