The dense foliage kept out the sunlight, and the forest was as dark as night, and King Arthur gently disappeared into the darkness, and there was no trace of him.

Lancelot was startled in his heart, and he and the other eleven knights hurriedly quickened their pace to follow, and their eyes widened as they pushed aside the thick leaves.

It was another world's.

The sky was covered with black clouds, the sun was not visible, and the magma-like blood rolled by from time to time. A towering knotted monster tree with no top in sight struggled out of its twisted stance, three huge flaming magic eyes hanging high between the branches.

In the black stone mountain, countless strange and ugly monsters squirmed and crawled under the stone mountain, and the terrifying roars gathered together like a continuous tide constantly hitting the eardrums of the knights.

The volcano erupted, and the huge black dragon spread its wings, and on the other side rose an eerie and cold bone dragon. Countless pairs of dark green eyes stared at them intently, were they humans? Their bodies were naked, their limbs were thin as wood, their bellies were high and bulging, and their gray skin was constantly wriggling, as if there was life under them.

These horrible forms, the dirtiest and lowly creatures in the world, mingle together, staring at them with hungry and cruel eyes, but the body has never stopped fighting, **, eating...

Lancelot subconsciously grasped the long sword at his waist, cold sweat rolled down his forehead little by little, and his knight's heart, which had always been firm, brave, and fearless, actually rose to the idea of escaping.

He looked up and tried to find Arthur, the figure who always stood in front of them, always the first to face danger and adversity, and always brought them infinite courage.

He found it, Arthur walked through the endless sea of monsters, all the demons gave way to him, he seemed to be walking in his back garden, and his back was so strange that Lancelot felt scared.

Arthur walked under the stone mountain and walked up the black stone step by step, like a pilgrimage.

Lancelot's heart tightened suddenly, and he opened his mouth to shout, "Arthur!"

This shout completely attracted all the eyes of the mountains and fields, and the whole world was quiet, struggling and crawling monsters, entrenched black dragons, and rolling blood clouds... The great horror of everything poured over Lancelot's body, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling violently, and he was in a cold sweat, but he still drew the long sword firmly little by little.

This is the dignity that belongs to the knights.

Lancelot stared at Arthur tightly, expecting that the figure would turn around and give the order to him, to all the Knights.

In that case, even if you die, you will die in glory.

However, Lancelot's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw a black shadow slowly rising from the rocky mountain.

The black armor, cloak, and sword, symbolizing the most evil, dark, and brutal existence in the world, stood up on the throne, and all the monsters fell down humbly.

It raised its palm, the thick joints of its hand, and on the third finger of its right hand, a ring with a dark golden luster showed its supreme status.

"Demon Lord.." Lancelot struggled to say its name, "Sauron." ”

The leader of the demons, the king of the dark world, the source of all pain, torment, and suffering.

Then Lancelot's expression froze on his face, and he saw Arthur, the man who was supposed to swing his sword at the darkness, slowly kneeling at the feet of the Demon Lord, as humble as a servant.

"No!" Lancelot snorted in disbelief.

Including the rest of the knights of the Round Table, everyone's faith collapsed almost completely at this moment.

"Arthur.." A hoarse and muffled voice rang out from under the Demon Lord's black armor, and the palm of the Lord of the Rings caressed the top of Arthur's head, implying approval: "You did a great job. ”

Arthur's head drooped even lower, and the Lord pulled a twisted black crown and another ring from his bosom.

"I said that we would divide the day and the night of this continent.." The Demon Lord's voice echoed throughout the space, "Now, the days that belong to you are long enough, you should return to the embrace of darkness."

Arthur put on the crown and ring given by the Demon Lord himself, and calmly replied, "I am looking forward to this day. ”

"No, Arthur!" an angry voice rang out.

Lancelot's eyes were split, his eyes were red, he brandished his long sword and angrily rebuked, "You betrayed us, betrayed everyone... Have you forgotten who you are, you are King Arthur, you have the sword in stone, and you are the leader of all mankind!"

Arthur turned his head to look at Lancelot in a daze, his calm face suddenly became hideous and distorted, and a beastly roar came out of his mouth: "Shut up, you damn bastard!"

Lancelot froze.

"Don't think I don't know about you and Gnavia!, you shameless bastard who fornicates with his brother's wife!" Arthur's forehead throbbed and roared, obviously angry to the extreme: "I don't want to chop you up for a moment, mash you into meat sauce and swallow it raw... You have put me to shame!"

Lancelot's face turned pale for a moment, then turned red, and then he said angrily, "Is this the reason why you betrayed humanity? You can choose to kill us, but you can't pay the price of all humans."

"Huh.." Arthur let out a strange and sarcastic laugh from his mouth, his gaze swept over all the knights, and he whispered, "Humans... I don't belong to humanity in the first place... Knights of the Round Table, it's just a sad joke, you bunch of shit, do you really think you can sit at the same table as me... Weak and incompetent human beings, struggling to survive until now with a pitiful little faith... You don't know, it's just a game. What a sword in a stone, what a natural saint king, are all fake... Did you know? Every time I look at you guys, at those poor human beings, I have to try to hold back to keep myself from laughing... Haha.."

Arthur's twisted and maniacal laughter echoed over the Demon Realm, and the faces of the twelve knights were as dead as ashes, and what had been holding on to their hearts for decades collapsed, and they didn't even have the strength to hold their swords.

"Arthur.." Demon Lord Sauron's voice rang out in a low voice, "It's your game, it's up to you to finish. ”

"Good!" Arthur sneered as he looked at his fellow knights viciously and cruelly.

After that, there was a terrible scream...

On the same day, when the last light on the plain of Tanos had not gone, the soldiers on the watchtower of the New Holy City saw the darkness spreading rapidly along the other side of the plain, as if the night had suddenly quickened its pace, and could not wait to drive away the day completely.

The sentry struggled to keep his eyes open, and when the darkness was near, he finally saw the silhouette of the countless shadows and terrifying monsters.

The great fear choked his heart at once, and the voice choked in his throat for a few seconds, and finally turned into a piercing scream: "Demons, coming!"

The blood light pierced the sky, and the new holy city was completely submerged in an endless darkness like a tide...