The New Holy City, sixty years ago it had another name, Constantine, before the fall of the Holy See.

Today, an even more splendid and sturdy fortress rises from the ruins, with the thickest walls on the continent to withstand the onslaught of 10,000 cavalry, and the tallest watchtower that can be seen to the end of the Tanos Plain.

However, on top of these incomparable structures, there are swords, guns, claw marks, mottled marks, dried blood, and residual bone and flesh, each of which reminds the people of the New Holy City that the war is still going on, and the Demon Lord's minions are always watching in the dark.

The crisp tapping of the smithy and the rising smoke heralded the dawn of a new day, and the great city became noisy and lively, and everyone was coerced by death to hasten their pace and hurry to the task at hand.

Some old men occasionally think of a time when the Holy See was still alive, when their enemies were only fat aristocrats and greedy clergy, and life seemed to be slightly better than it is now, at least occasionally with a pleasant bowl of warm goat's milk.

However, the wheel of history will not change or regress with the wishes of a few dying old men, the fall of the Holy See, the rise of the demons, and the big hand of fate arranges everything.

It's not too bad, at least, they're still alive, and they have their leader, the real king.

A procession of thirteen knights passed through the center of the city, riding slowly in the direction of the city gate.

Seeing their appearance, all the civilians invariably stopped what they were doing, and their eyes became fanatical and adoring.

The child with black cheeks holding dry wood looked at the tall and burly figure, the snow-bright sword armor and the majestic horse spewing white gas, and suddenly burst out in surprise: "Arthur!"

Then the cries were joined together: "King!"

The brief jubilation completely shattered the morning mist that had not yet had time to dissipate, and the golden sun fell and sprinkled on the leading knight, making his long golden hair even more brilliant.

The handsome knight smiled and waved amiably to every face full of good hope, as did his knights.

The farewell continued until the knights had walked out of the city, and the heavy gates slowly closed behind them, making a dull loud noise, closing the eyes of longing and anticipation.

More sunlight fell, but it couldn't pierce the haze that suddenly fell on the knights' faces.

"Arthur. A handsome knight with short chestnut hair and a beard caught up with the blonde knight and whispered, "There are still two months before the autumn harvest, but we are running out of food, if we can't find enough food, the next attack of the demons will be the moment of the destruction of the new holy city."

King Arthur, who was known as the Born Saint King, held a sword in the stone, and had supreme authority, nodded indifferently, "I understand, I have found a new source of food. ”

The handsome knight's face was startled, and then he showed great joy, and asked, "Where is it?"

King Arthur said nothing, raised his whip, and rushed out as fast as he could.

The handsome knight's eyes were filled with doubt and hesitation, but decades of fighting side by side made him choose to trust this all-powerful leader.

After all, he was King Arthur.

The knights followed in the king's footsteps and galloped across the vast plain like a dozen black arrows.

The team marched for three days and three nights, and it was not until the early morning of the fourth day that the pace slowed down slightly.

"Arthur!"

The handsome knight could not hide the tiredness of running around for days, and stopped his horse and shouted at the blonde figure from afar: "Where are you going to take us? Where is the food?"

He turned his head and pointed to the ruins of the continuous ruins not far away, and said loudly: "We are already going out of the Great Wall of the North, and further up, it is the territory of the Demon Clan!"

The other eleven knights also stopped, all of them in the same confusion, which looked like a run without purpose.

If it weren't for the leader's back that hasn't left sight, maybe they would have chosen to turn around a long time ago.

"I said, the food is ahead.." The blonde-haired figure turned his back to them, and a deep voice came from the other side of the sun: "It's coming soon." ”

"You should tell us, where the hell is it?"

The handsome knight frowned and retorted, "It doesn't want to be you, Arthur, you give orders before every move. ”

King Arthur turned around slowly, his indifferent expression making the knights feel a little strange.

"Are you questioning me? ”

The handsome knight's heart sank, and he subconsciously avoided the other party's eyes, and after the silence, he still rode his horse to catch up.

"Hopefully you won't let us down this time either, Arthur. ”

In the protracted race war of the demon race, the human race once built a majestic Great Wall on the edge of the northern plain, but the unexpected and ferocious invasion of the demon thirty years ago completely collapsed the entire defense line, and the human race retreated again and again, and was on the verge of extinction several times until the establishment of the new holy city.

The demons never stay in one place for a long time, they are like a group of jackals and robbers, and after a feast and carnival, they will retreat like a tide, and the Great Wall, which was abandoned by humans, is also abandoned by the demons.

The handsome knight, another leader of the Knights of the Round Table besides Arthur, Lancelot, known as the "Flower of Knights", looked at this land nourished by the flesh and blood of the two tribes, and also sprinkled with the blood of himself and his companions.

Looking at the strong back of the man who had been walking in front of them all along, a wave of guilt rose in his heart.

Is it because of that incident that I became suspicious of Arthur?

Adultery, betrayal, Lancelot felt a deep sense of shame, and his heart was like a mess.

Suddenly, a voice pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts.

"At the end of the Roman Empire, countless outcasts took up scythes and hoes to resist the last atrocities of this dying beast."

Lancelot jerked his head up, the voice coming from Arthur's mouth, by this time they had entered the realm of the demons, but the man changed his previous silence and began to tell them the reason, as if he had suddenly relaxed.

“.. These people hid in the dense jungle, sharp branches, thorny thorns cut through their clothes, they were unclothed, but their will to resist was stronger.."

"They painted their bodies blue with tree sap, and with their torch weapons, they shuttled through the jungle like blue ghosts."

Lancelot suddenly remembered something, and subconsciously blurted out: "Blues!"

"Yes, if we can get the help of the Blues, then the food problem will be solved." Lancelot's expression became ecstatic, but he quickly became puzzled: "But didn't the Blues fall a long time ago?"

"Not rene." Arthur's voice seemed to become hoarse, "Someone is at the end of the road, leading them down another path."

"What?!"

Lancelot couldn't wait to ask.

Arthur didn't answer again, but brushed aside the layers of branches in front of him, and replied in a low and strange tone, "You'll know soon."