Arthur looked gloomy and looked at Gareth who was covered with a white cloth with regret.
Standing aside, Gawain's anger had already overflowed in his chest, but he still retained the most basic rationality. He gritted his teeth and petitioned the king: "King, after arresting Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, I hope that I can be allowed to...
Let me personally judge him, my sister Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table, cannot die in vain!"
Arthur's eyes widened with anger, and he sat back at the round table, pondering for a while: "Now the people of Camelot have known about this incident...Bindu, go and see the story of Palomede and Tristan."
What's the situation? Bedivere, go call the queen out; Aguewen, go and inform Anno, the former Knight of the Round Table."
"His son and apprentice did this, and I need to know the situation!"
...
Mordred and Lancelot were like wild beasts, running on all fours, covered in black air, streaking across the British territory like two black meteors.
At some point they stopped, and in front of them stood a woman.
The woman known as the Enchantress—Morgan le Fey Pendragon, is Mordred’s biological mother.
She looked at the current images of Mordred and Lancelot with admiration, with a smile on her lips.
"My dear sister, and the knight Anno who has dedicated his life to Britain." She laughed morbidly, "The Britain you love, the Britain you care about - it's up to me."
Mordred and Lancelot roared uneasily.
"Destroy it with your own hands!!!"
A strange white light emitted from the two knights, and in the light and shadow, there was a faint roar of a dragon.
They drew their swords and slashed towards the empty space in front of them.
After his death, Vortigern turned into magic and used the sharp claws of his sword to tear apart the boundary between humans and non-humans.
The sword struck the weak point in the space, a crack was born out of thin air, and shouts and roars came from the opposite side of the crack.
Lancelot and Mordred accepted Morgan le Fay's instructions, one on each side, grabbing one side of the space crack with their hands filled with black energy and white light, and forcefully tearing the crack apart.
It didn't stop until the diameter of the crack was torn to a full five hundred meters.
Goblins, orcs, and magicians ran out from the widening crack, no, it should be the "door", and the flying monsters and bipedal dragons mixed in were flying wantonly.
The inhuman realm invaded the human world with the help of human traitors.
This is their last chance. Not long after, the Age of Gods will completely end, and the disappearance of the Great Source will completely cut off the connection between the human world and the non-human world.
No matter how we look for weak points in space, we can't tear open the cracks to let them enter the human world.
...
Arthur solemnly described what happened to the old man.
Annuo didn't answer immediately.
He stood up silently, his hunched body gradually becoming straighter as he walked.
He lifted up the white cloth and saw Gareth's pale and stunned face.
Recalling the cute appearance of this little girl training hard in front of him in the past, Annuo's heart felt like it was cramping.
Galahad looked at Annuo, a little worried about his grandfather's condition.
Now, no one knows the truth of the matter.
"Agguan, Gawain, and Gahoris." Annuo read out these names lightly.
The three of them looked at Annuo with sad and sad eyes.
"I will find out the truth of the matter." His face was old, but his voice was resounding, "I will bring those two bastards back!"