Chapter 222 Who is stupid?
"I wanted to die back then, but unfortunately I failed. But Mordred, your plan failed, and we have got the key back. Don't ever think about opening the [Black Rose] again in your life." Elizabeth shouted coldly.

"For the safety of the Kingdom of Oriana, I will destroy the key to the [Black Rose] later and will never let your Diabolos Cult get it again." Rose also said.

Then, in order to facilitate fighting, he put the ring in his hand directly on his finger.

But in the next second, the ring that had just been put on suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

This strong light dyed everyone's vision white. When the light converged, Garuk's figure appeared in the air accompanied by a virtual projection.

Then he began to talk to himself according to the plot in the original book.

However, these words have no meaning to the personnel on both sides of the battlefield.

One reason was that Garruk was not dead, but Doem was chopped into several pieces. The other reason was that there were no people on the battlefield who needed to know the truth.

"Hahahahahahaha" However, after seeing this scene, Mordred suddenly burst into laughter unrestrainedly.

"What are you laughing at? With your strength, not only will you not be able to snatch the key from me, but you will also be killed by Lady Elizabeth and I in the end." Rose asked Mordred with a hint of disdain.

"I laugh at you for being a fool, but the key has already been inherited." Mordred's face was distorted by laughter and looked extremely hideous, but no matter who it was, they could see the obvious expression of his conspiracy on his face at this moment.

"So what? I'm the original heir of the key. It's just a little too early now." Rose snorted coldly.

"Hahahaha, idiot, you don't understand what stupid thing you did. You became the heir, which means that the door can be opened at any time. Let me tell you, the key holder and the equipment user do not have to be the same person. In simple terms, as long as the signal is transmitted normally, it's fine, just like this!" Along with Mordred's voice, he also pressed the button of the remote control that he had held in his hand at some point.

The next second, the ring on Rose's finger shot out a red light that shot straight into the sky.

Then, a heavy, sticky, suffocating, unpleasant magical power enveloped the area where everyone was.

"Could this be..."

"This is the true face of the legend. That night, the Black Rose destroyed the 100,000-strong Bekada army that surrounded the capital. The king from the Fourth Demon Realm, Lanarlock, and his army of monsters.

Hahahaha, the slaughter feast is about to begin, and the Kingdom of Oriana is about to be destroyed. Stupid, now you know what a stupid thing you have done, this is the end of going against the cult, wait for the destruction to come." Mordred laughed at Rose.

But he didn't see Rose's painful or desperate expression, instead he heard a sentence: "Huh, you idiot finally activated the [Dark Rose]."

"What do you mean? Don't you know that this is the [Black Rose], which can summon a scourge of magical beasts that can destroy Bekada's 100,000-strong army in one night?" Mordred asked Rose in confusion.

Because the expression on Rose's face was so different from what he expected.

"Of course we know that. That's why we deliberately lured you to open it." After killing several more guards, Elizabeth stopped and sneered at Mordred.

"Aren't you afraid that the Kingdom of Oriana will be destroyed?" Mordred found it completely difficult to understand the thoughts of the two women in front of him.

After all, what they meant was that they had long hoped to activate the [Black Rose] and summon the King of Monsters.

How can this be?

After all, the other party is on the side of the Kingdom of Oriana. How could they allow themselves to summon monsters and natural disasters to destroy the Kingdom of Oriana?

"Of course I'm not afraid, because these monsters will at most cause 30% damage to the Kingdom of Oriana, and it will never exceed this figure. It is totally worth it to use 30% damage to correct the values ​​​​distorted by a guy like you.

Only after being ravaged by violence and facing the fear of monsters, the people of this country can realize the supremacy of strength and the importance of magic swordsmen, rather than the bullshit supremacy of art. "Rose snorted coldly.

"So this is your plan. I thought you were crazy before, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel. I admit that I underestimated you, Rose Oliana. You are indeed qualified to inherit this kingdom.

But you and the bloodthirsty queen underestimated Lanarlock. In the face of absolute violence, all calculations are meaningless. There is only one outcome for you, and that is to be ravaged to death!" Mordred has full confidence in Lanarlock.

After all, this is the strongest creature ever observed in human history. Just two women, even if they have the self-healing ability of vampires, still appear vulnerable in front of the King of the Fourth Demon Realm. After all, their power levels are completely in different dimensions.

"How foolish! You are completely incapable of understanding the power bestowed upon us by that lord. Although I would like to personally prove to you how wrong you are, it is a pity that I must be the one in charge of the extermination this time.

But I allow you to live until the despair is shattered. Before that, you can watch carefully how the Lanarlock you mentioned is tortured to death and dragged into the abyss of despair.

Cherish the last time, Sir Mordred, the ninth seat of the Diabolos Cult's round table. By the way, don't try to escape, because we have the same rules as the Cult, which is to eliminate all insiders who do not belong to the organization. "Rose said coldly.

After saying that, the magic power in his body boiled again, and he exerted force on his feet, shooting straight at the nearest member of the Diabolos Cult.

"Then let's see who will fall into the abyss of despair!" Mordred then used the controller to control Lanarlock to summon an army of monsters, and fell towards the Kingdom of Oriana.

"Have you summoned an army of monsters? You are so easily misled, Sir Mordred. Now your value has been completely drained, and you can die now!" Elizabeth stepped forward and said.

"You should be the one to die!" Mordred then controlled Lanarlock to dive down.

Unfortunately, Lanarlock had only dived for a distance when he was blocked by a figure that suddenly appeared in the sky.

Boom!

With a thick flash of light, Lanarlock was hit, and then the deafening thunder was heard by the people on the ground.

"Do you have any helpers? But it's useless. Facing Lanarlock, anyone will die!" Mordred is confident in the strongest monster king he has ever observed.

But the next second, his confident expression froze because Zeta released his aura without reservation.

Then, in the sky, black laser light and golden lightning intertwined into one.

"How... How is this possible? How is this possible? Where did this monster come from? Why is there such a powerful existence among the orcs? Why did the Golden Leopard tribe have a descendant who can control lightning?

Ancient relics? Yes, I must have used some powerful ancient relics that I don't even know about. I was almost tricked by you, but it was useless. External forces that are not your own will eventually run out. No matter what ancient relics you used, you will not be a match for Lanarlock in the end. "

At first, Mordred looked at the sky and roared in disbelief.

After all, he really couldn't accept what he was seeing.

The Monster King, whom he was so proud of, was actually being suppressed and beaten by a savage orc with absolute power.

This is simply a world-class joke!
Fake, everything is fake!
Everything you see is an illusion!
It is absolutely impossible for the offspring of the experimental subject Lily to produce a more powerful experimental subject than her.

But then Mordred's expression relaxed, because in his opinion, it was absolutely impossible for a mere test subject to possess such strength.

Therefore, this kind of strength can only last for a while. When it weakens, death will come.

After this battle, maybe I can get this powerful ancient relic that controls thunder. In that way, it will be more certain for me to improve my position in the future.

"Poor, pathetic fellow, if you had a little understanding of the greatness of my Lord, you wouldn't have shown such an ugly face. Lanarok is powerful? He's just a mutant bat with a larger body. I don't know how powerful he is.

We have killed so many monsters like this along the way. And who told you that the thunder you control is powered by ancient relics? Zeta is the son of thunder.

Controlling thunder, becoming thunder, every word and action is accompanied by thunder, every move carries lightning, and this is just one of the powers given to her by my Lord." Elizabeth looked at Mordred's ugly appearance and said with disdain.

"Grant? You said grant? What a joke. How could your master grant you such power, you ignorant fool." Mordred was completely disdainful of Elizabeth's remarks.

After all, in his opinion, if a top scholar like him, with all the knowledge he possessed, couldn't do this, how could others possibly do it?

"You pathetic fool, your stupidity is almost enough to make me laugh. Seeing how stupid you are, I will agree to Rose's request and let you live to the end. Remember to keep your expression at this moment, because I really appreciate your ignorant stupidity." After Elizabeth finished speaking, she immediately started to massacre other members of the Diabolos Cult.

As for Rose, who had turned on the killing mode before, she had given up on these people at this moment and chased after the monsters that fell to the ground.

Rose did not lie to Mordred, she was indeed the only person dealing with the demonic disaster this time.

At least no one else will take action until the monsters cause more than 30% damage to the Kingdom of Oriana.

After seeing that Rose and Elizabeth, two strong and somewhat unreasonable women, didn't pay any attention to him, Mordred no longer had the absolute confidence he had just had on his face as he looked up at the sky.

After all, in a battle in the sky, it is very obvious who is strong and who is weak.

Regardless of whether Lanarlock can win in the end, he must leave while these two women have no time to care about him.

Because if Lanarlock was held up, once all the other people died, the situation would be very unfavorable for him.

Even though Mordred yelled loudly, he wouldn't have much chance of winning if he were to face the bloodthirsty queen who couldn't even kill herself alone.

Because the regenerative ability that gave him a headache was too much of a constraint on his attacking methods.

But just as Mordred was about to turn around, he felt a bone-chilling chill on his waist.

Mordred was startled and subconsciously reached for his waist, but found that his sword had disappeared at some point.

"Where do you want to go, Sir Mordred! A general is not allowed to escape from the battlefield." Another voice that was slightly familiar to Mordred sounded in his ears.

Turning his head, Mordred's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw the person behind him.

Not only because he had seen the person holding a sword against him, but also because his own sword was in the other person's hand at the moment.

"Are you the recently emerging talented pianist, Ipsilon, who composed "Moonlight"? " Mordred has seen Ipsilon.

After all, he still has some pursuit of art, which is why he transformed the Kingdom of Oriana into a country of art.

"No, I'm Ipsilon, a cadre of the Shadow Courtyard. Ipsilon is just an identity that allows me to enter social circles." Ipsilon did not lie to Mordred, because there was no need for a weak person like him to hide.

"Court of Shadows?!" Mordred accurately grasped the key point of Ipsilon's words.

"Now you should understand." Ipsilon condensed a slime sword within Mordred's sight.

"I see, you are the organization that is against the cult. I didn't expect the legendary black sword to be formed through slime proliferation and mimicry. I never thought that such a fragile monster corpse could have such a use." Mordred, a scholar by profession, saw through Ipsilon's nature at a glance after seeing it condense a slime sword.

"That's right. This is the best conductive material that my Lord found after personally testing the magical properties of countless materials. But I didn't expect that the so-called 'Superman Magic Sword' is actually the lost secret treasure of the ancient elves, the 'Magic Sword Escape'.

Moreover, all your clothes are ancient relics, which means that without them, your power is totally worthless. It's really disappointing." Ipsilon said with a disappointed tone.

"So what? Instead of wasting time on useless exercises, it is better to let the ancient relics protect the knowledge in my mind so that I can use all my time to explore and study the unknown." Mordred said without caring about Ipsilon's disappointment.

(End of this chapter)