"The song of the thorn birds, the flowers of the forest."

"The sun shines on the sea, the immortal will of Uther."

"Charge against the demons, with blood, fire and sword."

"The epic of Camelot, the light of the Aegean ・・・・・・"

The long-sung Cameroisus opera in the English Islands, which records the last battle of the Devil's Calamity, "The King, Face the Devil's Plague!" , is ringing in the ancient city of Lokmis on the border between the main island of England and Wales.

Accompanied by the melodious and passionate beautiful female voice, the holy Isu Opera Shining Stone Hall was brightly lit by countless bright and brilliant magic torches.

Countless lords of Lokmis City, with their companions, stared intently at the troupe that was performing the stage.

The richly dressed aristocratic men and women were divided into different small circles, and in their luxurious private rooms above the stage, they talked happily and whispered happily while enjoying this rare large-scale opera.

The Speaker of the Welsh Noble Parliament, a handsome middle-aged uncle with straight black hair, William, sat in a soft black wolf leather chair with an elegant smile and his supporters, talking about the major events that had happened in Wales during this time.

"Your Excellency, news from the Viscount of Collier's family, they seem to have found a great knight without any power crest!"

"It should be another wandering knight who has benefited from the ruins of the Magic Empire!"

A slightly chubby aristocrat, with a mysterious tone, whispered in this luxurious private room.

From the intricate Mill Roran flower on his chest, the family coat of arms of the Red Dragon's Head. It can be seen that this is a hereditary noble viscount loyal to the kingdom of Camelot.

"What?"

"Is there another Xin Yun'er?"

"That's a great knight, huh?"

"How is this possible?"

"How can the Great Knight wander. Is it from the main island? ”

O great knight! It was a silver-level powerful combat power, a peak powerhouse standing on the earth. A natural high-level leader of any power in the entire archipelago!

If you can recruit that strong man into your family, then ・・・・・・

For a while, all the noble lords present no longer paid attention to the beautiful Isu opera in the hall, and they all talked loudly.

"Oh? A wandering knight with no affiliation. ”

Earl William clenched his fists with both hands, the thumb of his right hand, and subconsciously stroked the ancient and gorgeous William family heraldic ring on his left index finger.

This gentleman of upright prime muttered with a slight frown.

He thought for a moment, then looked up.

"It doesn't matter who we are in the room. Recruit this strong man. ”

Under the neat black hair, the earl's piercing eyes swept across the private room. All the nobles present held their breath, stopped talking, and looked at the earl.

"I will be happy to see and send the blessings of the William family!"

"But!"

The Count's voice accentuated and became stern.

"I hope that strong man will not be found by the so-called king of the city of Wales."

He looked at the viscount nobleman with the Mill Roland family crest.

"Blocking this news, the Helpache family let the cruel puppet king plant a big heel."

"Now we don't need to be too excited・・・・・・"

"Bang!"

Before the earl's lecture was finished. The gorgeous dark cherry wood door of the private room was suddenly opened, and a gorgeous-haired old man in full armor and shining silver Mithril Knight armor hurriedly walked in.

"Uncle Charles. What happened? ”

Looking at his own uncle, the Silver Median Grand Knight, the mainstay of the territory, the surprise on his face could not be concealed. Earl William snorted in his heart.

Damn, nothing big is going to happen, right? Could it be that old horseman in the royal city of Wales? Strike first and attack us?

Once sent to the Old Hufflepuff Knights. Glancing left and right at the crowd in the private room.

When he found that everyone present was a parliamentary nobleman loyal to the Camelot dynasty in the land of Wales, and a loyal ally of the William family, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"William."

The deep voice of the Grand Knight of Charles echoed in the private room.

"The Helpache family has sent us an invitation to witness."

The attention of all the nobles was focused on this knight with a gorgeous hair.

"Witness the coronation of Her Highness Artoria Pendragon!"

All the nobles couldn't help but stand up, dumbfounded at the shocking news.

"Bump!" "Bump!"

It was the sound of two goblets slipping out of their owners' hands and falling to the ground and shattering・・・・・・

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An early morning breeze blows through the branches of the Welsh fluorescent maple trees.

Known as the highest peak in Wales, Snowton Peak, the snow and ice all over the summit melt into three winding waterfalls of varying widths under the bright sunlight of the morning sun, sliding straight down the cliffs.

Unlike the Welsh Parliamentary aristocracy, who were shocked.

Towering at the foot of the highest mountain in Wales, the ancient city of Latis, once Wales, the owner of the current Welsh Royal City, the blood knight Daifield Latis, accepted the invitation of the Helmach family, but his face was calm.

In the past, the bustling main city gate square has been blocked by thousands of city guards.

His long brown hair, like the mane of a lion, was scattered and draped behind his head.

The cloak was as red as blood donation, swaying against the morning breeze.

After the last Demon Calamity War, after the death of Uther, the only lord in the English Islands to establish himself as a king, his eyes calmly looked at the rows of knights of official rank in front of him.

The armor that glows with golden sunlight in the morning sun holds a long sword engraved with several alchemy patterns.

There are 560 official knights, and 6 silver powerhouses at the level of great knights, exuding a huge power like mountains and mountains this week!

The strong man who was effectively loyal to the king of Wales looked respectfully at the calm middle-aged man in front of him, and accepted the review of the king who belonged to them.

"Father, there are only three silver powerhouses in the Herpach Territory!"

"Why don't we ・・・・・・"

A middle-aged man with a face similar to the king of Wales, Dyfield, who was 7 points similar, followed behind the tyrant and said loudly.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a young man dressed in a gray ranger costume beside him, who was also following the king of Wales.

"I say, dear brother."

"With the urine nature of our nobles, will we take out all our strength?"

The young man glanced at the middle-aged man next to him with disdain.

"Humph! Little Henry! Do you want me to teach you aristocratic manners when you speak such vulgar language? ”

The strong milky white formal rank fighting spirit surged from the middle-aged man's body, accompanied by a heavy will pressure, pressing towards the young man beside him.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, Kenyan grandfather, if you can't break through the silver rank again, your lifespan will be short!"

The second son of the king of Wales, known as Little Henry, also ignited a light white fighting spirit, although it was far less powerful than his eldest brother, but it was easy to do it just to resist the coercion of the will.

Little Henry, not badly mocked, yes, as a high-ranking silver knight with a lifespan of more than 600 years, the first son of the king of Wales, Kenya Latis has accompanied his father for nearly 100 years, and in terms of the life span of 120 years of the official knight, if he can't break through the silver in the remaining twenty years, he may die in front of his father!

As the youngest son of the King of Wales, his background is far less profound than that of his two elder brothers, and as a senior warrior, he walks cautiously at the back of the line, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the confrontation between the two formal knights.

"That's it!"

"You two, stop arguing!"

The thick voice of the King of Wales stopped little Henry and Kenya from fighting, and relieved the Earl of Mike. "For so many years, the throne I have established has not been recognized by any territory other than Wales."

He calmly glanced at his three sons and continued.

"So, I've been waiting."

Dai Fei turned his head to look at the morning sun in the sky, which was not yet dazzling.

"Waiting for the day when His Highness will appear!"

Like the most dazzling Mithril-like fighting qi, emerging from all corners of his body, strands of fine and noble golden threads rose and fell in the silver fighting qi that boiled like flames.

At the top of the Monster, the huge will of the Ottoman Firmament Golden Lion enveloped the entire City Gate Square. He turned and looked at his knights.

"The glory of the Latiss family must be obtained from the defeat of Pendragon after all!"

"My warriors, go to Camelot!"

"Smack!"

All the knights half-knelt down before their lord and shouted in unison.

"King of Wales, Wan Sheng!"

"King of Wales, Wan Sheng!"

・・・・・・

(To be continued.) )