Hate Me, Miss Witch!

"what is that?"

On the square in the inner city, someone murmured.

As a result, the noisy and joyous sounds among the crowd who were waiting for the founding ceremony gradually faded away.

Then, disappeared.

Everyone just raised their heads in silence, and then stared at the figure in black robes with red clouds rising gradually in the distant sky.

Everyone in Esgania doesn't know what that robe represents.

It was a totem, a symbol that had been deified.

"Your Majesty Cain?"

Someone murmured.

But soon, the person who spoke was loudly retorted by a soldier wearing silver armor on the side: "It's ridiculous, His Majesty Cain died in the battle of the Valley of the End a long time ago!"

"It was personally confirmed by His Majesty and many legendary Knights of the Round Table. How could it be wrong?"

"This is just a thief who imitated Cain's crown and broke in rashly."

"but--"

The soldier also raised his head and set his eyes on the figure in mid-air.

As a soldier who had followed the Knight King in all directions and personally fought against the abyss monsters on the battlefield, although his rank was not very high, his second-level strength and mental power were far beyond the average. of civilians.

And in his spiritual perception.

This figure in the distant sky is exuding a majestic and breathtaking aura.

This kind of momentum, even the title-level legion commander in his legion, is far from comparable.

The only ones who could compare with him were the legendary Knights of the Round Table whom he had once glimpsed.

"This person pretending to be the crown prince of Cain is also a legend?"

"The remnants of the humble King Vortigern who have not been wiped out? Or are they strong men sent by other countries on the mainland to encroach on the land of Esgania?"

"At a time when the founding ceremony of the nation is about to take place, what exactly does this thief want to do?"

Such thoughts made the soldier panic.

But soon, he regained his composure.

Today's empire is no longer the one it was when it was first formed. It was formed by a group of stragglers, who could barely cobble together a legendary warrior. They could only survive in the Holy See of Dawn and Vortigern's army. power.

It is said that in troubled times heroes emerge.

Years of bloody battles have already forged a truly capable army.

Today's empire is the real master of this land, and it is no longer afraid of any strong enemies and challenges.

And it seems to be in response to the expectations of the people and soldiers.

In an instant, several equally powerful spiritual powers spread out from the center of the inner city.

Then, several streams of light rose into the sky from the palace in the inner city.

"My Lords, the Knights of the Round Table."

"If I read it correctly, it should be Gareth, Tristan, and His Majesty Agguiwen. They have all reached the legendary level."

"Sure enough, I knew it!"

"For such a major matter, there will definitely be Knights of the Round Table who will take action to expel the thieves!"

…

Far above the sky.

The three streams of light stopped, revealing a figure wearing a knight's armor.

Someone was riding a mighty and ferocious griffin.

Some people also summoned elemental fairy beasts and used wind-attribute skills to carry themselves up in the wind.

The three Knights of the Round Table, who had already defeated everyone on the entire continent, stood in a triangular battle formation and surrounded the black figure with red clouds in the middle.

As legends, they more or less already have the ability to levitate or fly, instead of being able to restrict the battlefield to the earth.

"Your Excellency, welcome to the founding ceremony of the Empire."

"It's just that I don't know why you did this..."

The leader, Tristan, showed off his weapons.

The reins in his hand moved slightly, and the flying dragon with huge membrane wings under him, which looked like it was flowing with high-purity dragon blood, flapped its wings, creating a crazy storm and slightly approaching the center.

Tristan didn't know the other party's intention, but from the figure dressed like Cain, he could sense a threat that was no less than his own.

In addition, the opponent has not revealed his attitude at this moment, so Tristan is not prepared to directly confront him with swords, but is prepared to be polite first and then attack.

What if the other party is an envoy from another country who happens to not understand etiquette?

However, there was no time to wait for Tristan to speak.

The next moment, he saw the figure wearing the Akatsuki robe turning slightly.

Being surrounded by three legendary knights of the round table who are fully armed and have fought side by side for a long time, and who have a tacit understanding of cooperation, in a triangular battle formation, unless they have been promoted to the throne, it is a great risk for any legend, and he may fall if he is not careful. .

And if you are surrounded by a triangle battle formation, the people in the formation will not have even the slightest chance to escape.

However, the mysterious man dressed as Cain never showed any signs of panic from beginning to end.

He just waited silently for the three people to gather around and form a battle formation.

Then, with the indifferent eyes in the whirlpool mask, he slowly scanned the three people beside him.

"Gareth, Tristan, and Arguevan."

Indifferent words came from under the Uzumaki mask.

"At the founding ceremony, the most important ceremony in the empire, such a big event happened..."

"If the gorilla knight is still there, I'm afraid he will rush out immediately."

"And now among the legends in the entire round table, only the three of you are here..."

"That is to say...Gawain and the others are indeed gone."

"And you are the traitors in the Round Table."

"I betrayed the oath I made when I became a knight, and also betrayed my own creed."

"Choose to embrace Zhu Yue's arms."

"And he killed his own comrades with his own hands."

The voice was calm.

But when it fell in the ears of the three Knights of the Round Table in the far sky, it was like a thunder explosion in the plains.

Tristan's closed eyes suddenly opened and he looked at Char in shock.

It was obvious that the Round Table Rebellion had just happened not long ago, and the bodies of Merlin and Gawain had not yet been buried.

However, the other party actually inferred everything accurately from just the details.

After a long time, he spoke with some uncertainty: "Cain?"

It is different from those civilians who have never seen Cain and can only imagine the image of Cain through statues, paintings, and stories spread by bards.

Tristan and others are knights who truly followed the King of Knights and rose from humble beginnings, and they even worked with Cain.

Because of this, their familiarity with Cain is far beyond that of ordinary people...

Whether it's the tiny details of their body shape or their special temperament, these Knights of the Round Table have some special associations.

At this moment, with the words spoken by the other party, the suspicion in their hearts increased even more.

"Did you not die in that battle? Then why have you never shown up for so many years?"

"Do you know what Wang has done for you these years?"

Tristan's words were a little irritable.

"If you are really Cain, then prove it to us!"

However, faced with Tristan's impatient urging.

The person who looked like Cain just shook his head gently.

"Cain is just a name, why do I need to prove it."

“So what if I am, so what if I’m not?”

"Don't be the Riddler!"

Tristan spoke angrily.

"Since you look like you don't care, then why are you coming back during the founding ceremony and showing up here?"

"Of course it's to correct the mistakes I made back then."

Cain's voice sounded slowly.

The voice sounded very plain, but it seemed to have great penetrating power.

Not just in the sky.

It echoed throughout the entire inner city and the entire holy city of Camelot.

"I once thought that as long as I sacrificed myself, I could bring dawn and dawn to this disaster world."

"But, now it seems that I was wrong."

Cain opened his arms, and his broad sleeves swayed in the wind.

Obviously the figure in the distance is so small and thin.

But in the eyes of everyone, it is so majestic, as if it has the power to compete with the entire world with the power of one person.

"This is not the ideal country I expected or longed for."

"It's just the phantom of the past that has been wiped out of the future and lost all possibilities for development. It's an infinite loop of the past."

"so--"

His gaze overlooked the magnificent sacred city above the earth.

"Mr. Tristan, didn't you ask me earlier, who am I?"

"I am not Cain at this moment, nor am I the undefeated black knight——"

"Rather, the god who restores order."

"There is no point in a country immersed in such false peace and false illusions."

"Since you have embarked on the wrong track with violence, you can only correct it with more powerful and overwhelming force."

"so……"

In the whirlpool mask.

Charia closed her eyes gently.

When he opened his eyes again, all the self-emotions in those dark eyes disappeared along with the light and shadow.

"There is only one thing I have to do."

"This chalk city, an ideal country, was created by me and her and filled with countless expectations... but it took the wrong path."

"Bury with your own hands."

The loud sound that seemed to be played by the heavenly army reverberated throughout the whole world.

"Accept the pain."

"Know the pain."

“Consider the pain.”

"Clear the pain."

"Then--"

"From now on, let this false fantasy world go."

"Feel the pain."

…

"Cain! Are you going to betray the king?"

Far in the sky, Tristan, riding on the flying dragon, shouted loudly.

At this moment.

An inexplicable fear suddenly arose in his heart.

At first, it was just a weak, ungerminated seed.

But within a few breaths, this fear grew rapidly and occupied his entire mind.

This kind of fear was something he had never experienced even when he was on the battlefield, facing the hostile humble king Vortigern at the yet-to-be-legendary sixth-ring level.

Although I don’t know Cain’s purpose, I don’t even know the origin of that huge fear.

But as a legend, Tristan believed extremely in the spiritual premonitions generated by the intersection of his mental power with the spiritual world and the astral world.

Moreover, what this mysterious man suspected of being Cain is already very clear about.

He wants to destroy Camelot!

Destroy the country that Your Majesty spent his entire life building.

"No, you're not Cain."

"The Cain I know is the one who always puts the King first in his heart."

"The Black Knight is extremely loyal and will never betray you even in the face of death. Not you!"

"You just desecrated Cain's body and read Cain's memory with the vicious spells of the necromancers and bone monsters. You are just an abominable impostor!"

Tristan's eyes gradually turned cold.

Different from Gawain's creed that upholds the eight virtues of knights as the highest, those who swore allegiance to the king only because they wanted to practice their own knightly ways were round table colleagues.

He is a knight who puts his loyalty to the king above all else.

Otherwise, Tristan would not have chosen to betray his creed and use his blade against his former comrades when loyalty and chivalry could not be reconciled.

That's why.

In Tristan's eyes at this moment, no matter who the person in front of him is... Cain or not.

The moment he began to rebel against His Majesty, Cain was already his enemy, just as he had wielded his blade against Gawain before.

when--

The lyre played, and the sound waves turned into thousands of invisible blades cutting through space, sealing off all the spaces around Cain.

Behind him, two majestic magic waves also accumulated.

As the knights who made the same choice as Tristan in the round table civil war just now, Gareth and Aguewen also chose the same path.

However--

After one breath.

The attacks of the three legends all fell into vain.

Cain's red-robed figure on a black background just disillusioned for a moment like a wave of water, and then reunited.

They looked up in shock, but only saw Cain's swirling mask.

Those three wheels, the slowly rotating silver moon.

"So, when did you have the illusion that I didn't activate Mirror Flowers, Water Moon?"

As if he had lost all interest in them, Char didn't even look at the three Knights of the Round Table.

The three legends, if they were truly formidable enemies to him under normal circumstances, could only barely contend with them in the form of the "Black Knight"'s mecha.

Even if you use all your cards to defeat the opponent, it will only be a narrow victory.

However.

When the three Tristans were eroded by Zhu Yue's divinity, although this divinity would become an additional bonus when facing others, they became stronger than before.

However, for Char, who shared Zhu Yue's authority due to Augustina's equality contract, this divinity was a pure debuff.

To Char, the spiritual power of a believer in Zhu Yue is equivalent to being undefended and can be tampered with at will. With just a little activation of the Tsukuyomi, the opponent can be trapped in an eternal illusion that is difficult to escape.

And Xia Ya really has no interest in the phantoms of the past like them.

His movements paused slightly.

The next moment, the shadow of Tsukuyomi in the dark eyes quietly melted and turned into Yui's calculation runes.

Information lock is released.

Thousands of tedious information flows poured into his spiritual ocean through the soul contract between Yui and Char.

…

Above the star realm.

The cruising magic equipment named "Scabbard of Divine Punishment" slowly adjusted its angle.

Then, he aimed at the magnificent city below.

Countless data were turned into characters, and after Yui's encryption and calculation, they were turned into complicated tracks one after another.

Most were rejected.

Then, only the only correct track remains.

It is still the punishment that fell from the sky.

Only this time, the carrier that Xia chose to launch was not the holy spear.

The Holy Spear lost a considerable amount of power after the last complete liberation, and even if there was no loss of power, the Holy Spear in its complete state was actually somewhat unable to meet Char's requirements.

It is different from the Holy Sword held by Isadora who is already on the throne.

The Holy Spear is subject to Xiao Ai's soul contract, and has not yet fully recovered to the form of the complete "Anchor of the Storm, Tower at the End of the World".

Therefore, even if Char makes another Holy Spear Judgment, it will never be able to do anything to the Crimson Moon that has restored a considerable part of the Kingdom of God with the birth of the Dream Belt.

So, this time.

Char, chose another path.

Don't rely on the holy spear lent by Xiao Ai, don't rely on mystery, don't rely on the extraordinary.

And it was completely built with his own wisdom——

Creation that has never existed in this world and has never been imagined by previous generations.

If we say that a thousand years later, the "Gustav Cannon" built by the alliance of princes on the Golden Plains will be hailed as the pinnacle of fourth era magic technology.

Its power is enough to kill the legendary strong man, making the Gustav Cannon a genuine forbidden weapon. It is also the highest secret of the alliance of princes, and it is a trump card that can suppress the destiny of a country.

So--

As early as the end of the Third Age, it was also the beginning of the Fourth Age.

A magical mechanical creation far more powerful and magnificent than the Gustav Cannon has been realized.

"Launch trajectory - calculation completed."

"Second verification, passed."

"The first level of safety lock - unlock."

"Second lockdown - lifted."

Then.

"ignition."

…

The highest point in Camelot, between the thrones.

Apparently all the remaining Knights of the Round Table have left.

However, that lonely figure still stood between the thrones.

In the hands of the King of Knights, the golden light of the holy sword shone brightly and burned brightly.

It illuminates the deep and silent black shadows around him, as well as the thin, thin curtains that look like eternal night.

"Ogutina."

"Do you really think that you alone are my opponent?"

The chilling sound echoed between the thrones.

"Probably, I'm not your match, little Isa."

A laughter like silver bells came from the dark curtain of eternal night.

"At the same time, you hold the holy sword of complete liberation and the protection of Zhu Yue. Now you can no longer be measured by a mere throne."

"However, I finally agreed that he would hold you back and give him a one-on-one chance with Zhu Yue."

"Although I don't know how confident he is to deal with Zhu Yue now...but since I promised him, I will definitely fulfill this agreement."

"He attaches great importance to things like oaths and agreements. If not, he wouldn't be so partial to the little girl who contracted the Holy Spear."

"I don't want to be hated by him for breaking the promise."

Hearing Hei Ji's words in the night, Isadella couldn't help but frown slightly.

The golden sword light burst out and cut into the dark curtain of eternal night, but was slowly swallowed up without causing any waves.

Isadella couldn't help but frowned her delicate brows slightly.

She could confirm that the blows she had just received would not have been comfortable even if the Black Lady took them.

However, if the other party, who controls the power of eternal night and secrets, is determined to hold her back at the risk of his life, then even she will not be able to break through the obstruction in a short time.

There was no way to explore the truth about the figure on the square that made her heart throb.

But then, Isadella heard Augustina’s silver bell-like laughter ringing again.

"Did you actually get it done so quickly?"

"Then, it's done, I'll run away instead of facing your anger here...little Isa."

The light laughter slowly faded away.

Almost at the same time, the dark night and shadows faded away like a tide, as if they had never appeared.

Isadella frowned and looked at the direction in which Augustina was retreating in confusion, somewhat confused as to why the other party was entangled in her.

The curtain of eternal night dissipated, allowing information from the outside world to be retransmitted into the throne room.

boom--

Isadella's pupils narrowed.

In the square, the people's exclamations were heard far louder than before.

She raised her eyes and looked——

Only the distant sky is seen.

A silver-white fireball pierced the other side of the sky.

From above the star realm, towards the sky above Camelot in the star realm's field of vision, the crimson blood moon hanging high in the sky came speeding towards.

After a few breaths.

The silver-white streamlined projectile intersects with the bloody crimson moon.

collision.

Then, explode.

"Since the holy spear has not been completely liberated, it cannot do anything to a real primitive "moon". "

"So--"

"So what in front of the brilliance of the "sun"? "

Xia Ya's self-talk floated in the high air, and no one heard it.

This is the ultimate trump card that he created after exhausting his wealth.

It is not like the "Gustav Cannon", which uses legendary and legendary beasts as imaginary enemies.

At the beginning of the design, Char's imaginary enemy was no longer a legend——

Rather, it is a true "mythical creature".

This is the first "anti-myth weapon" created since the birth of the Western Continent's magic technology and mechanic system.

Char imagined many names for it.

For example, "Marrow Explosion", "Void Zero Protection", and "Illusion Collapse", "Spirit Fusion".

but.

If you want to use only one term, it can most accurately describe this most destructive forbidden magic weapon in history.

Then, there is only one word——

"Nuclear explosion".