Merlin didn't speak, just stared at the changes in Anduin on the stone platform. The ritual could not be stopped, and Andu's change at this time was tantamount to ruining the Oak Council's millennia-old plans. "For the sake of the mountain, the success fell short", Merlin, as Dagda's most trusted disciple, naturally knew the purpose of Fetan's support for the rise of King Arthur. There is nothing more than supporting a Terran king, with the blessing of his original bloodline and humane will, to contact the curse of "not being able to step into the Celts" on his body. But now, a tainted soul...... How much more of a role Merlin could play, Merlin could not estimate.

"A spirited King Arthur...... Can you still be blessed with the power of the Terrans?" Locke let out a long sigh.

"The blood of the Pendragon family...... Hehe, the polluted part, let's supplement it with their souls!" A hint of coldness flashed in Merlin's eyes, "How many count, since it has become undead, it is simply not dead, and it will completely set off an undead natural disaster." The lack of quality is supplemented by quantity!"

"This ......" Locke couldn't help but take two steps back in horror, Merlin's approach was already similar to a genocidal tactic. Most druids have a friendly relationship with humans.

"Do we have any other choice?" Merlin walked out without looking back, "Clean up the mess here, I'll go see the teacher!"

"......" Locke tried to say something, but remained silent. Staying to deal with the mess means that you have to become a butcher, at least the hatred of the Pendragon family, you have to renege on it. But if he chooses to go back and face Fetan's rage, he really won't have enough weight with Locke.

Not long after Merlin left, the massive elemental tide that surrounded the entire castle of Yantingel began to slowly shrink and condense, and finally turned into a bright singularity that sank into Anduin's eyebrows. If it weren't for the remnants of the roar of the soul in the air, Locke should have celebrated, but now, he only had endless frustration.

"I ...... He has returned and will rule the world!" A magnificent voice came from the stone platform, and "Anduin" slowly got up, and the well-dressed battle armor that had been with him flew in spontaneously and wore it on his body. Arthur held the steel sword in his right hand and a fusiform oak shield in his left, exuding endless royal majesty. The knights of the round table guarding outside the stone formation poured in at the king's call, kneeling in array to welcome the king's return.

"This ...... What's going on?" Arthur was about to say something, but noticed something strange coming from his body. Looking down, my otherwise vibrant skin was rapidly becoming shriveled. The sword-wielding right hand turned skinny at a speed visible to the naked eye. A tyrannical emotion welled up in his soul from the depths of his soul.

"Where's Merlin...... Where's Merlin?" Arthur let out a terrified roar, causing countless Knights of the Round Table to look upward.

"Something went wrong with the transformation, and Dagda bought off your family and planted a curse of the dead in your host. By the time we found out, the conversion was unstoppable!" Locke said coldly.

"Uncontainable...... That's not what you said when you promised me to be reborn!" Arthur looked at Locke angrily, the erosion of the dead soul in his soul made it difficult for him to keep his reason in.

"Undead...... Maybe it's a good thing for now!" Locke frowned and looked at the enraged King Arthur, the undead would certainly exacerbate people's negative emotions. But this also shows from one side that Arthur himself was dissatisfied with the druids.

Locke sighed helplessly and chanted the incantation softly, and a green glow flashed across Arthur's brow. The Council of Oaks has harbored evil intentions since the beginning of supporting Arthur, how can it not be prepared for Arthur's backlash. A painful struggle flashed across Arthur's face, and the entire Hall of the Knights of the Round Table became agitated.

"Malevolent Stick...... What have you done to my king?" the countless knights in military uniform charged like a stone altar, but the momentum was curbed as soon as it appeared. Bright magic lines appeared at their feet, and it turned out that the entire underground hall had been shrouded in a huge magic circle.

"Undead...... It's a little more controllable!" Locke shook his head, and countless plant vines grew out of the ground, sending spores into the knights' minds. Including King Arthur, the scene quickly fell silent. A seed appeared in Arthur's pupils, and his eyes turned dark green.

"The glory of the holy oak tree is above, and the Lord's destiny is there, although he will not regret death!" Arthur knelt down on one knee and said solemnly to Locke, but there was no trace of agility in his voice. Behind him, countless knights of the Round Table also knelt down and took the oath, their numb voices echoing through the hall.

Locke suddenly found himself seemingly enjoying the feeling, "Arrest all the people in the castle, especially the members of the Pendragon family, and let not one be spared." Our Green Feast...... Here we go!"

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"What...... King Arthur openly appeared before the world and proclaimed the establishment of the Kingdom of Holy Oak...... The green puppet army swept through the south of England?" Dawn looked at Sidi who came to deliver the news in front of her in surprise with a look of surprise, slowly incredulous. The Oak Council used the curse of the dead planted by Dagda on Arthur, combined with the puppetry of the druids, to create a militaristic state similar to the undead scourge.

"Those druids are completely insane, but fortunately we and Heaven have blocked the spread of news in secular society. At least not for the general public in the short term. Human society can't be chaotic on a large scale yet, the time is not yet ripe!" Sidi said helplessly, "But Celtic is completely messed up, and even the last fig leaf between Fetan and Dagda has been torn off!"

"Plant Golem Mixed Undead Scourge...... This group of druids is indeed crazy!" Dawn couldn't help but wonder if Dagda had known about such a consequence, and would have forced his opponent to the point of flipping the table with such a ruthless move.

"Crazy...... Sidi snorted disdainfully, "Wherever these guys go, they don't even let go of the tombs, and that kind of plant parasitic spores are really powerful, and they are fused with necromancy to have unexpected effects......"

"It seems that this place really can't stay any longer!" Dawn sighed, the intrigues are used against the wise, against the madman...... Unless you are completely crushed by strength, you will not be able to take any advantage.

"Lord Lucifer personally went to Greenland to be a lobbyist for you, and Rocky also wants you to leave as soon as possible!" Sidi said directly.

"In such a hurry?"

In this move, Fetan tore open the window paper between the world of cultivation and the secular world. You know, it's not the Middle Ages, and we can't completely block the delivery of messages. Sidi smiled bitterly, "Such a big thing can only blind those ordinary people at the bottom, for the real superiors...... Troubled times have begun!"

"In that case, then what are we waiting for!" Chenxi got up directly, "I think, Master Hanpa must not mind construction in Greenland!"

Sidi couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, "In fact, as the host, Rocky may have better materials available......

Fenriath, the loud trumpet sounded throughout the Floating Fortress, and the rulers of the various forces began to converge on the central temple. Half an hour later, as the void energy was gradually replenished, the huge floating fortress disappeared into the warping fluctuations of space. Behind him is a chaotic Celtic, and in the far north, in a land of snow and snow and wolves, a new story slowly unfolds. (End of Celtic chapter)