r18novel Chapter 92 Camelot's 1st Hand-to-Hand Combat Tournament
Chapter 92 Camelot's 1st Hand-to-Hand Combat Tournament
Chapter 92 Camelot's First Unarmed Combat Tournament (Seeking first subscriptions)
Lancelot paced back and forth, waiting for news from his men.
The veins on his temples bulged, and his hands were clenched tightly, as if he was suppressing his inner rage.
"Sir Lancelot, I know you are eager to avenge Lord Galahad, but that won't change anything. Why don't you sit down and rest for a while?"
Unlike him, Eliza was calm and composed, sitting with her legs crossed on the chair.
"Trust Lord Lanmarock; his marksmanship is unparalleled, and he will surely capture that traitor alive."
Lancelot took a deep breath, and his clenched fist suddenly relaxed.
Earlier, he was intimately entwined with Elizabeth when he suddenly heard the news that his own son had been murdered, which terrified him so much that he went limp.
After the initial shock came boundless rage. He even considered grabbing a weapon and charging out to personally kill the man who had murdered his son.
But Eliza called out to him.
Using the pretext that the rebellion was raging and that he needed protection, she left Lancelot, the most powerful of the contemporary Knights of the Round Table, behind. To appease this knight, she also sent the rest of the Knights of the Round Table under her command to intercept the army.
"Plans can't keep up with changes; I never expected things to go wrong at such a crucial moment."
Eliza leaned back in her chair, maintaining a calm facade, but a sense of urgency stirred within her.
The plan was disrupted from the moment the three judges opened the door by the prince of unknown origin.
She couldn't understand how someone with the same red dragon blood as her had suddenly appeared.
Apart from the Green family, there should be no one else in the world with this bloodline.
"Could it be a member of the Green family from Kwick? Or did the judges see through my plan and have someone set me up?"
As she lightly tapped the handrail, she felt a connection between herself and the law, and the sense of urgency immediately lessened considerably.
With the law in her name, she was invincible in Camelot.
Her power should only be comparable to the Red Dragon King, no, she must have already surpassed that so-called ancestor.
"Furthermore, I've dispatched my loyal Round Table cavalry; each of them is capable of single-handedly defeating an army. Dealing with mere rebels is no problem." "Oh no!"
Eliza's thoughts were interrupted, and she showed a moment of displeasure before regaining her composure.
A soldier rushed in, his face filled with anxiety, shouting repeatedly:
"Your Highness, something has happened!"
"Is Your Highness alright? You'd better explain yourself clearly."
Lancelot, who was already suppressing his anger, exploded on the spot.
He grabbed the soldier and lifted him into the air.
It was as if he would strangle him to death if he didn't explain himself immediately.
"Yes, it was Knight Lanmarok. He was killed by traitors, and none of the men he brought with him survived."
When it came to his own life, the soldier spoke at lightning speed.
Eliza's face froze, thinking she had misheard because the speaker was speaking too fast, and she asked in a trembling voice:
"What, what did you just say?"
"Knight Lanmarok was killed by a traitor, and the men he brought with him..."
"Alright, that's enough."
She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and then exhaled a sigh of frustration.
That good-for-nothing Lanmarok, you really can't count on him.
But it doesn't matter, she still has Knight Percival under her command, he's the most outstanding knight besides Lancelot, he'll surely be able to...
"Something terrible has happened!"
Another soldier rushed in, delivering devastating news.
Lancelot abandoned the first soldier, pulled the second soldier in front of him, his brows furrowed deeply, and let out an almost roaring sound:
"What happened now?"
"The Knight of Percival was killed by the traitor; he didn't even withstand a single blow!"
"What?!"
Eliza's face darkened, veins bulged on her hands, and the armrest she gripped groaned.
As expected, Percival was unreliable; we still had to rely on Knight Tristan. His martial prowess was exceptional, and he was sure to be able to...
"It's terrible! Knight Tristan has been shot through the heart by the traitor, and all the soldiers he led have been killed!"
The third soldier rushed in, and like the first two, he also brought bad news.
Eliza's vision blurred, and the calm she had finally managed to maintain was once again overwhelmed by turbulent waves.
She had overestimated the enemy's strength as much as possible, but in fact, she made a series of wrong judgments.
Who exactly is this visitor?
Don't worry, I still have the law to rely on. As long as I take action, everything will be fine.
With this in mind, she made up her mind and gave the order:
"Call everyone here to avoid being picked off one by one by the enemy... Lord Lancelot, please wait a moment. It is not wise for you to go out and fight the enemy alone."
With her patient reassurance, Lancelot's agitation subsided somewhat, but impatience and anger still lingered on his face.
Eliza clasped her hands together and placed them flat on her lower abdomen. Before her stood the loyal Round Table Knights, as well as ministers and nobles.
Her calm and composed demeanor quickly soothed the anxious group of people.
Everyone believed that as long as they followed this princess... or rather, the queen, they could regain their former glory.
Instead of being suppressed by the three judges and forced to be a good person or a good official.
That's about enough. With so many people, I should be able to create loopholes in the law, allowing me to access the Red Dragon King's body...:
To seize his divine power.
Eliza's gaze turned slightly cold as she looked at her loyal subjects, as if they were a bunch of waste materials.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that she positioned them in this way from the very beginning.
"Let's begin."
She clapped her hands, and the madness within the red dragon's bloodline began to spread.
At the source of their bloodline, the Red Dragon King had fallen into madness, and her descendants would inevitably be tainted to some extent.
Modi, whose bloodline concentration was even higher than hers, could sense this madness even more clearly.
"Hmm? Why is the blood of the Mad King acting up?"
Mordi suppressed the agitation of the Mad King's blood and looked towards the castle.
Beneath his feet was the body of a knight.
The corpse was a bloody mess, with its armor embedded in the flesh, indistinguishable from the rest, as if it had been crushed by some giant object.
And indeed, the culprit was the Frostbite Greatsword on Modi's shoulder.
"This guy doesn't even deserve to be called Tristan!"
Artoria suddenly appeared behind him and stomped on the corpse twice in displeasure.
As she stepped on the ground, she muttered:
"Tristan is not that weak, nor would he do something like using civilians as human shields."
"Where did you come from? Why are you following me?" Mo Di frowned as he looked at her.
Along the way, he shook off the woman several times, but she caught up with him each time.
Artoria stood with her hands on her hips, looking completely at ease.
"This is my Camelot, I can go wherever I want."
"Your...Camelot?"
Modi narrowed his eyes and looked her over again.
Could she be the Red Dragon King who has risen from the dead?
That's not right either; he already knew that the Red Dragon King was male.
Moreover, his spouse, Queen Guinevere, had long since died, perishing in the fight against the mountain of corpses.
As he pondered, Artoria looked towards the castle, her eyebrows raised, revealing obvious displeasure.
"There's a nasty woman who's made a mess of our home, and she's trying to mess up my Avalon."
"Xiao Mo, we have to stop her right now."
"Don't call me that... Where did you go again?"
With another turn, the girl disappeared from Mo Di's sight.
Strange woman, why do you insist on calling me that? Is it because of my bloodline?
Even as he pondered these matters, he did not forget to lead his troops forward.
Having just experienced a series of killings, both the demons and the Fleshweavers were extremely excited.
If it weren't for Modi holding them back, they probably wouldn't have been able to restrain themselves and would have turned around to slaughter innocent civilians.
It was Mordi who put this evil army and this evil force to good use.
He believed that, guided by his Mo family ideology and supplemented with a little martial arts, even the most evil and ferocious demons would contribute to the cause of justice.
"The smell of blood is so strong, what happened in the castle?"
Modi took a breath, and the smell of blood immediately filled his nostrils.
Its origin, naturally, is the castle in front of us.
This is the heart of Camelot, where the Red Dragon King slumbers somewhere.
Of course, Modi suspected even more that the king's body had been invaded by the blood plague and turned into a writhing mass of flesh.
"Could it be that the scarlet plague has erupted and taken over this place?"
He looked around the castle and found it unusually quiet.
With his hearing, even the slightest noise deep within the castle should not escape his ears.
But he heard no sound; the vast castle was shrouded in silence.
"Even spiritual sense can't pass through; it's blocked by the law."
This was the first time he had ever seen the law take the initiative to function.
The castle is surrounded by an inner wall, but there are no soldiers on the wall; now only the moat below the wall serves as a defense.
This was no challenge for Modi. With just a thought, the water in the moat gushed out and solidified into a sturdy ice bridge for them to cross.
This ability to control ice, having been combined with the bloodlines of Wendigo, Frostbite Spider, and Ice Dragon, has long surpassed instinct.
After crossing the ice bridge, he casually punched the city gate.
The city gate collapsed in response.
"It's fairly sturdy."
He casually remarked, his gaze drifting through the city gate to the castle.
As expected, the scene was filled with severed limbs, mangled flesh and entrails lying on the ground, and some things that could barely be made out of human form.
Based on his extensive experience, he knew that the limbs and internal organs here were all torn off alive, without the use of any weapons.
In other words, these people were killing each other while their hearts and lungs were being ripped out.
"Could it be that Camelot's first unarmed combat tournament is being held here?" Mordy raised an eyebrow.
"No, these people are driven to madness by their own thoughts, which is why they have committed such insane acts."
Artorina's expression was serious, and her analysis was very logical.
Modi no longer cared where she came from, and followed up on her words by asking:
"Going mad? But why would that happen?"
A dim yellow light flashed, and the judge who emerged from it provided him with an answer.
"That princess, with her bloodline of the same origin, provoked my king's mad words, causing everyone present to descend into madness."
"Princess? I don't have a daughter like her."
Artorina expressed her displeasure, grabbing Mordy's hand and shouting:
"I only have Mordred as my child."
Mordred?
Modi's eyes twitched; this was a name that shouldn't be used.
It was only then that the three judges noticed her.
"Who are you...?" The three were puzzled.
They felt a sense of familiarity with the girl, but they couldn't pinpoint the source of that feeling.