It rained, it was raining heavily.

Artoria lay in the cold rain in a daze, her blank eyes staring at the dark night sky overhead.

Around her, there were countless corpses that had fallen to the ground, those soldiers who had served her and were loyal to her, and who were known as invincible. However, the army, which had been full of morale half an hour ago, had now turned into corpses.

On the barren plains, there was an eerily dead silence, except for the sound of rain crashing against the ground.

The mountain of corpses, which stretched for thousands of miles, stretched to the end of the field of vision, and it seemed that between heaven and earth, it was completely shrouded in darkness and the shadow of death. Those are all her subordinates, all of them are subordinates who trust her, revere her, and believe in her.

However, in the end, she was not able to lead them to create a myth, and she was not able to lead these soldiers who believed in her to defeat an enemy that could be defeated. When the four miserable green rays of light exploded in the crowd, everything was over.

Dark, evil, dead and silent, cold, the miserable green poisonous gas instantly polluted the land within a radius of ten miles. The mere gas that drifts down the wind is enough to poison any living thing.

Her strength as a Saint-Rank powerhouse could allow her to barely survive, but those warriors did not have the strength of the Saint-Rank.

All she was still alive, but all of them were dead.

Oh, yes...... All dead......

Stunned as she watched the cold rain falling in the night sky, lying among the corpses on the ground, Artoria's eyes were blank and unfocused. She let the rain fall on her face, wetting her body, hair, and the corners of her eyes......

She thought of the time few hours before the warriors who had fanatically trusted her had sworn to her that they would never betray her, and had sworn to her that they were their own sons. But now, everything has disappeared, and only the most unforgettable pain and sorrow are left tormenting the girl's heart.

The pain and sorrow were so acute that Artoria shed tears for the first time in her life.

The glory of the past, the magnificence of a qiē, and the oath of a qiē. And so it ended.

She thought she would lead everyone to the end and give everyone the great future they were looking forward to. She thought she could protect a qiē, she could protect a qiē, she could respond to all of them's expectations and give them the most glorious victory - but in the end, she was wrong, very wrong.

The two powerful evil gods in the face, she lost. Lost completely, lost inexplicably, so far. She still couldn't remember what those four strands of green light were, were they some lost artifact of ancient mythology, or were they the terrifying dark magic of the gods?

But it doesn't matter, it's okay if you don't know, it's okay if you don't understand.

Anyway...... Already lost......

She lay in the cold rain in a daze, her body gradually became stiff and cold, and her godless eyes did not have the slightest focus, and gradually ...... Gradually...... The world is beginning to blur...... Obscure......

Smack-

Footsteps in the stagnant water, and the sound of splashing suddenly recalls Artoria's consciousness. She stared at the sky above her in a daze. In her field of vision, a familiar face appeared in her sight.

The old slear, shriveled face was wrinkled like orange peel, and the face that had been kind and kind was now full of pain. Even the power of the god level forcibly entered this battlefield that was flooded with poison gas. The old wizard also felt unspeakable torment.

"The gods are above, oh my God, why is this happening?"

The old wizard painfully picked up Artoria, whose whole body was invaded by the virus and was already weak, and cried in pain, "His Majesty the King has been controlled by the evil god. Why do you even ...... Artoria Oh my God, are we doomed to ruin?"

As Merlin cried out in pain, Artoria's grayish, dead eyes moved and regained a slight focus.

"Father...... Father?"

She struggled to reach out her feeble hand. Moved slightly, "What's wrong with him?"

The worry and fear on the girl's face can be seen. The words that the old wizard said in her weeping made her feel a deep despair, her father, the great king who always dealt with Yiqiē wisely, and who always smiled and loved his people, was controlled by the evil god?

She looked at the old wizard in horror and used the last of her strength to let out a low scream, "Merlin, my father...... My father...... What's wrong with him?"

The old wizard's body stiffened, and he raised his head suddenly, and saw Artoria, whose eyes had regained focus, and was overjoyed, "Artoria! Oh my! Artoria! You are not dead? Great! Great! Blessed by the ancestors of the Bristles and blessed by the ancestors! Artoria! My child, it is great that you are alive." ”

The incoherent old wizard excitedly hugged the girl's body, and the girl felt a little pain because he strangled too tightly.

Artoria gasped for breath and struggled in pain, "Merlin, let go...... Let go of me, I ...... I'm going to be strangled to death by you. ”

The old wizard reacted at this time, hurriedly let go of Artoria, and looked nervously at the last member of the royal family in front of him, his disciple, and the last hope of Britain, "I'm sorry, my child, I'm so excited...... Are you alright?"

Artoria tightened her grip on the old wizard's clothes and nervously asked another question, "Sue me, Merlin, why are you here? Didn't I let you stay with my father to protect him? Why did you come here? What happened to my father?"

In the girl's frightened screams, Merlin turned his head in some pain and shouted sadly, "Tricked! We are all tricked! Those evil gods turned out to be not only here in the Caesar Empire, but also two evil gods in Britain. Not long after you led your army away, we were attacked by a sneak attack, and apart from me, the other three guardians fell two and one died, and His Majesty the King was also controlled by the evil gods. Now the whole of Britain is under the control of the evil gods, if I hadn't seen the opportunity to fake my death and escape, I would have died in the royal city. ”

Artoria's body shuddered and let out a cry of pain.

"No...... This is not true...... Why did it become like this......

Of the four god guardians of Britain, one was killed in battle, two fell, and now only Merlin remains. And even the king was controlled by those evil gods...... Artoria had already seen a tragic future for the people of Britain.

"It's not true...... This must not be true! My people should not suffer like this! This must not be true. (To be continued......)