My mythical world

The undead scourge forced its way across the Sage River. The river was turbulent, swallowing up one rotten undead after another, but it still couldn't stop their footsteps. The Four Horsemen of Doom came with judgment.

The four realms of war, famine, chaos, and death merged. The soldiers of the Three Kingdoms coalition on the other side of the river swallowed their saliva. The pressure was too great.

"Knight King, you..."

When Louise, the Zero Mage, saw the Knight Queen, her face turned pale. She saw the image of the country's demise. The Lion Kingdom, which was originally full of vitality, aged in an instant. The disasters hidden in the dark broke out together, and the fate plummeted. The king had already fallen.

"It doesn't matter, I'm still here."

Angie pulled out the holy sword that would never betray her. The golden light of the holy sword was particularly bright today. The warm energy flowing from the Silmaril made her feel at ease. The knights behind her could see that the seals on the holy sword were constantly unlocked, and its momentum became stronger and stronger, like the last bloom before silence.

"Swoosh!"

The arrows of death fell from the sky, officially announcing the start of this battle. The allied soldiers had no choice. The knights' retreat was cut off, so they could only choose to fight. Fortunately, after the previous big loss, the bombs they buried on the river bank played a huge role.

The loud sound of the earth-shattering buried the undead, and the broken corpses of the dead undead were also used by the coalition. They were finally not stupid enough to fight the undead head-on, but borrowed the biggest advantage of the natural disaster and turned their numerical advantage into a disadvantage to stop them.

As the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse charged, the brave and noble Knights of the Round Table drew their swords one after another. Some of them still had old wounds on their bodies, but this time, no matter how serious the injuries were, they had to follow the Knight King to charge.

Without the protection of the scabbard, the Knight King still raised the holy sword and led the charge. Behind him, chants lingered, and the magicians closed their eyes in meditation. A vague magic net appeared, amplitude magic, and Zero Magician Louise also stood on the front line. Everyone knew that this time it was a fight to the death.

The Grim Reaper's sickle harvested souls, the blood knife beheaded, the Doomsday Knights came, and the bone dragons and the underworld phoenixes roared proudly. The sound of artillery fire rang out one after another, and the fearless knights followed their king to charge.

"This is a battle of justice."

"This is a battle of truth."

"This is a battle of survival."

"This is a battle of the weak defeating the strong."

"This is not a battle with elves."

"This is not a battle of personal desires."

The six seals were unlocked, and the Knights of the Round Table discovered for the first time that the holy sword in the king's hand was so terrible, no weaker than the top holy sword, the Midgard Sword. The wind and clouds surged, the golden chains broke, and the glory of victory purified the undead.

Every strand of Angel's golden hair exuded the sun's glory. At this time, she had no problem killing gods. She wanted to wait for the final enemy, but the Fallen Prince was not visible. After sighing in her heart, the Knight King slashed at the two Doomsday Knights, and the battle began.

People in later generations will never know the cruelty of the battle on the riverside. The blood flowed like a river and could not be described. The undead scourge like a black tide tried to land and climbed ashore without fear of life and death. The heroic coalition forces of the three countries sniped on the shore, artillery and swords clashed, the living and the dead competed, the light of the holy sword destroyed mountains and cut off rivers, and evolved thousands of undead.

The Knights of the Round Table followed the Knight King to launch a charge again and again, riding horses on the Yangtze River and whipping to cut off the flow. Every time they charged, someone fell, and after falling, they fell into the undead scourge, waiting for them was an endless siege. The Knight King's helmet was broken, and a head of scattered golden hair shawl appeared on her body with wounds with black and red poisonous blood.

The pain of the scars did not make her retreat, and her green eyes were still so firm. Soon the red dragons died in battle, bitten by zombie tigers, and fell from the sky.

In anger, she slashed with all her strength, killed the god herself, and beheaded the Red Horse Knight.

On the other side, the space collapsed, and the Zero Mage exploded, taking the Plague Knight and thousands of undead souls with him to the riverside. The magicians and priests in the back raised their scepters and started close combat.

Three days later, the wide Sage River was filled with corpses, and debris and broken limbs could be seen everywhere. The unpleasant stench made people vomit. In the sky, rotten eagles and vultures flew down one after another, and they quickly caught large pieces of flowers on the countless corpses. This was a tragedy for humans and a feast for them.

At this time, the setting sun was weeping blood, and the red afterglow pierced through the haze and shone on the battlefield. There were countless corpses on both sides, broken swords and spears, and soldiers and undead generals died together. In the end, the reinforcements still did not arrive, and the first knight did not return, which officially announced the end of the annihilation of the coalition.

Saint Adan's army was finished, and the gunpowder exploded. The magicians exposed themselves to purification, and the glorious and famous Knights of the Round Table collapsed. Blood and mud covered the king's true body. Her body was bloody and countless wounds appeared. Her originally innocent eyes could no longer see the scene in front of her, but an obsession in her heart still supported her to stand.

Since she received the blessing of the ancient tree of life and wore a scabbard, she had never been injured so badly. The shaky knight king seemed to fall. At this time, a right hand wearing broken armor emerged from the pile of corpses under her feet, and a figure staggered to stand up.

"King, are you still alive? We won, the four knights of the doomsday were killed, and the undead scourge was buried."

The seriously injured loyal knight Bede staggered into the knight king, with broken limbs and debris under his feet, and blood marks with every step.

Anqi opened her eyes tiredly, and could vaguely see the bloody figure of Bede in front of her. She said hoarsely: "How many of us are left?"

"There should be only two of us left." Bede's nose sore. The great Knights of the Round Table were destroyed, and the elite of the Three Kingdoms were ruined.

"Really, they deserve the name of knights. Bede, please help me mount my horse. The war is still unresolved. The royal city of Dunlon is still controlled by the rebellious knight Delia. Dana is still waiting for me. I am also worried about Lance. Xia Lot should be in the city as well.”

An Qi, who was covered in blood, pulled out the holy sword that supported her. The bright sword was covered in blood, but the heart of the sword remained unchanged.

Bede quickly stepped forward to support the slightly staggering Knight King. He said worriedly: "With your current injury, even if you return to the royal city, you may not be able to eradicate the traitor. For now, the only way is to take you back Go to the Elf Forest to recuperate your body so that you can make a comeback later.”

"No, the ancient world of life is the last pure land in the world. I can't bring war and disaster back. This retreat will declare my defeat, and I will never be able to step back into the atrium. Returning to the city, we must bring the victory song back to Shengya Dan, bring back the Magic Empire, bring back the Lion Kingdom."

Angel walked in the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses, and saw that her own persuasion was useless, and finally trusted the King of Knights. Bede blew his whistle and called for his beloved horse living in the distant forest.

Putting the King of Knights on the white horse, Bede quickly got on his horse and ran towards the west with his whip raised. Behind them was a sea of ​​blood and broken swords. Hundreds of millions of warriors were buried here. Countless corpses were piled up into mountains. The setting sun guided them. In the direction of Bede, the setting sun shone on the faces of the two remaining Knights of the Round Table, and an era came to an end.

When the news of the battle at the Violet Border came out, the three major kingdoms were shocked and celebrated. Everyone was frightened by the battle damage and the power of the undead natural disaster. After paying such a price, tens of millions of elite lions and thousands of years of holy tradition were The Light Magic Group, the Knights of the Round Table, and Adam's Ace Force were all wiped out.

Some people boldly approached the bloody battlefield and vomited after being ten miles away. The strong smell of corpses gathered into poisonous gas, countless corpses and carrion piled up into hills, black blood gathered into winding rivers, and the ground was filled with broken swords. Broken Arrow, the battle was more tragic than anyone imagined, making people feel numb.

"The King of Knights is still alive! He is going to put down the rebellion. The Fallen Prince is also in the Royal City of Dunlon. This battle will determine the fate of the atrium. If Charlotte does not die, the undead will come back in the blink of an eye."

People chanted the name of the King of Knights and placed all their hopes on him. Everyone believed that Charlotte was afraid of King Angel's strength, so she escaped from the undead natural disaster and attacked the rear of the Knights. Except for those who experienced it personally , no one believes that if Charlotte is here, the coalition will fail.

People from the St. Adam Federation and the Magic Empire all saw the loyal knight running all the way. His speed was so fast, even faster than the flying Warcraft.

The Royal City of Dunlon has fallen for 4 days. During these 4 days, communication with the outside world has been completely cut off. It is like a monster with a wide mouth, waiting for the fall of outsiders. Some epic masters look from a distance, and the entire royal city has been destroyed. The black clouds covered it and turned it into a devil's city.

Bede, who was rushing around day and night, felt that the body of the King of Knights behind him was getting colder and colder, and his breath was getting lighter and lighter. Bede, who did not dare to think too much, could only keep his head down and hurried on. Two days later, he finally saw a familiar yet unfamiliar person. Empire.

"King of Knights, we are here."

Bede helped An Qi off the horse, and the white horse that completed its mission also vomited blood and fell down.

After returning to her hometown, An Qi's face was abnormally flushed, as if she was returning to the past. The dense wounds on her body no longer retained blood, because there was no blood left. The blood scars on the damaged armor were cracked, and although her hair was dirty, An Qi's eyes had regained the youthful beauty, and she was still full of energy.

"Charlotte, long wait."

Following the words of the King of Knights, the black clouds surrounding the huge royal city rolled violently, and a ray of blue light shot out from it. The giant frost dragon appeared, "Wait soon, King of Knights, your subordinates are really interesting. I respect and love you on the surface." You, have your own evil intentions in your heart.

Your apprentice covets power. I just promised her that after victory, the Lion Kingdom will be hers, so she stole your most precious artifact. Lance, your trusted first knight, is indeed a powerful warrior, but he is definitely not a knight.

He secretly covets your princess in his heart, and this shadow made me lead him to fall into the devil's path. King of Knights, you and I are very similar. We both have high expectations from everyone and become people we don’t want to be. Nowadays, people still put their hope in you, trying to save the overall situation. But if you fail, you will be thrown into the abyss by everyone and become a sinner forever.

Poor King of Knights, I have seen a strong aura of death on your body. The undead gave you corpse poison, and the Apocalypse Knight gave you disaster. What is standing in front of me now is just a walking corpse. Let it go and fall into the path of Shura with me. The atrium needs another form. Who said that the undead are wrong?

Being ruthless and sexless means there is no betrayal. This is the true equality of all beings. "

The frost dragon fluttered to the ground. Charlotte, in her prime, held Frostmourne and waved to the King of Knights. Beside him were two black and red knights. Bede saw it, one was the rebellious knight Delia, and the other was Ghost knight Lance.

The knights of the Round Table are the most powerful in terms of force, but Lance, the near-god strongman, has also fallen. Bede's heart is heavy. No matter how pure and loyal the knight is, he cannot resist the temptation of the devil. He turned and looked back at the King of Knights.

Everyone was looking at An Qi, waiting for her answer.

What surprised Charlotte was that after listening to his words, the expression in An Qi's eyes did not change, she was still as innocent as before, without any haze. She just turned her head to look at the vaguely authentic Royal City of Dunlon, and asked softly: "Where is Dana? Where are the millions of people in the Royal City."

"It's a pity and a surprise. The princess is far more noble than I thought. I thought she couldn't stand you and only followed you, the false king, out of obligation. But who knew that in order to maintain her purity and protect the honor of the princess? , she committed suicide in the church. As for the millions of people in London, they are all on me," Charlotte said nonchalantly.

After hearing what he said, Bede suddenly became angry and was about to draw his sword, but An Qi stopped him calmly, as if she had predicted their outcome. She looked at the fallen companions on both sides of Charlotte with a slightly sad look, "What a pity. I thought they could stick to their true intentions, but it seems that's not enough. Charlotte, it's sad that you persuaded me to fall. Everyone betrayed you, so you chose to take revenge and create your own era.

But I am different. From beginning to end, I am who I am. Although my original intention is distorted by other people's expectations, my original idea is just to make everyone's life better. "

An Qi swept lonely towards the magic city in the dark clouds. It was the city she wanted to protect her whole life. Now it was empty and everyone was dead.

"At this point, what can you do with your incomplete body? Whether you are willing or not, you will eventually fall into the devil's path and walk with me. From another perspective, our old enemies can become the souls of the undead. The king is also a good talk." Charlotte put her hands on Frostmourne and faced her old enemy, "Do you want to retrieve the scabbard and stand up again?

I have reminded you before that important weapons of the country cannot be changed hands, but you are so relieved about such an important artifact. This defeat was determined as early as on Zulfa Island. I don’t know where the scabbard is now, and the King of Gods can’t guess.

This time you lose, Angel. "

"No, I didn't lose. There was only one time when the Cavaliers lost."

An Qi's aura became stronger and stronger, as if her previous injuries had completely recovered, "Charlotte, your fate lies in the battle on Zulfa Island. You failed in that battle, which led to all the tragedies that followed. .

I also took the wrong path after that battle. If I had chosen to let go and not be bound by everyone's prayers, but had chosen to fly far away and be my true self, I think there would not have been so many casualties in the Lion Kingdom today, and the royal city would have been destroyed.

Whether it's you or me, our fate changed after each battle. So today, are you willing to accept my final challenge, in order to commemorate the past of you and me? "

With that said, An Qi took off her blood-stained gloves and threw them towards the white-haired prince opposite. Whoosh~~, the cold wind howled, the black clouds blocked the sun, and in the dark suburbs, Charlotte was shocked to be hit in the face by the bloody gloves. on, and soon he gently bent over and picked up the gloves.

"Why not."

The fateful enemies born on the same day finally began their final battle.