area51novel Chapter 96 requires a Red Dragon King
Chapter 96 requires a Red Dragon King
Chapter 96 There Must Be a Red Dragon King
Modi ultimately did not lay a hand on her.
Artoria suppressed the divine power of the Holy Sword, helping him solve a major problem, and he didn't want to do something so ungrateful.
Moreover, with her by his side, he can stabilize the situation in Camelot more efficiently.
The specific measure was to exploit her labor by making her handle government affairs.
"Why is Mordred the regent, while I'm the one handling the administration?"
Artoria threw down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and vented her dissatisfaction with a certain regent.
"I am a military general, not skilled in political affairs."
Morde replied that he preferred spending time in the Royal Library or doing what he was good at rather than dealing with government affairs.
For example, murder or ransacking a house.
Since becoming regent, he has recently confiscated the property of many Camelot nobles.
They also killed many people, from commoners to nobles.
They seemed to have been suppressing their emotions for too long, and during Elizabeth's few days in power, they went absolutely crazy.
However, the judge had his own opinion on this.
"The whole of Camelot is inextricably linked to our king, and his mad pronouncements will also affect his people."
Once the law is breached, this pollution will grow rapidly...: ...it must be suppressed with high pressure.
"It's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause," Modi commented.
"Yes, unless we can awaken our king."
The judge and Mordy both looked at Artorina.
She was still dealing with government affairs when she belatedly discovered their self-illumination.
"What, what's wrong? Why are you all staring at me like that?"
"Do you intend to inherit your predecessor's power?"
With the Bloodstained Mark and his ability to control the Blood Plague, he could probably dispel the Blood Plague within the Red Dragon King.
This will prevent him from being a mad king.
However, this requires Artoria's active cooperation.
"Inheriting the power of its predecessor?"
Artorina's expression became complicated.
Upon venturing deep into the castle and finding her own body in the blood-soaked coffin, she regained a portion of her important memories.
She is indeed the Red Dragon Queen, or rather, an uninfected part of that king.
Because the blood plague had been weakened recently, she was able to break free of her body and walk in Camelot in the form of a "saint".
However, this saint is somewhat weak.
The blood plague was weakened, naturally because of Mordi, who had been harvesting scarlet plague energy recently.
"If we want Camelot, and even Avalon, to get out of its current predicament, and if we want the world to remember the name Avalon, we need a Red Dragon King."
The judge looked at her, his tone indifferent.
"And you, Your Excellency, are undoubtedly the best candidate."
Artorina let out a soft breath and nodded.
The moment she regained her memories, she knew she would eventually have to complete them.
Just as blood of the same origin attracts blood, the body of the Red Dragon King also drew her in.
"I will help you gradually dispel the blood plague, so there's no need to worry about that."
After learning of Altorina's identity, Mordy changed his plans.
He originally intended to take sole power and defend his kingdom of Avalon.
Now... he plans to make an investment and try to gain the friendship of an immortal.
In a collapsing kingdom, he chose the friendship with an immortal.
The latter could give him more benefits.
For example, take the Red Dragon King out for a spin and knock on the gates of Hell one by one.
Or take her to elbow Auduryn.
"I believe you, Mordred." Artoria nodded earnestly.
You can't just call someone that.
Modi's expression was strange. He didn't want to one day confront her, only to end up slicing off her skull with his sword and being stabbed to death by her at the same time.
The two moved to the Red Dragon King's palace and pushed open the door to enter.
They were greeted by a pungent smell of blood.
The room was surprisingly clean, and there were no grotesque things like proliferating flesh or eyeballs.
Yes, there is, but in the middle is a blood-red coffin.
The coffin was transparent, and inside lay a figure dressed in armor.
This is the body of the Red Dragon King.
Contrary to its outward appearance, its internal condition is not good; most of its body has already been infected by the blood plague.
They were only able to barely survive thanks to a divine artifact called the Holy Grail.
Modi looked at the blood-red coffin and stared at the Holy Grail held by the Red Dragon King.
The Holy Grail also exists in the Arthurian legends.
In the Kingdom of Avalon, the Holy Grail is real and is one of the artifacts possessed by the Red Dragon King.
However, it is now tainted by the blood plague, so perhaps it should be renamed the "Stained Grail".
The Holy Grail, this thing is also related to that Lord of Armies... I have to say, I have quite a connection with it.
He turned his gaze away from the Holy Grail and looked back at Artoria.
"I can start anytime."
Artorina nodded, moved closer to the blood coffin, and her figure blurred and disappeared.
Inside the coffin, the body of the Red Dragon King seemed to have regained some life.
Blood-red lines lit up on the stained Holy Grail, signifying the fierce resurgence of the blood plague.
Modi activated the [Blood Transformation Mark] and directly began to extract the scarlet plague energy.
Wisps of plague energy escaped from the blood coffin, merging with his third mark and condensing into streaks of blood shadows.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to extract the plague energy, he cultivated the [Blood Shadow Divine Skill] and seized the chance to condense more blood shadows.
This also prepares the conditions for the projects to come.
Everything is proceeding smoothly.
Outside the Kingdom of Avalon, within the Black Forest, two figures, one large and one small, were struggling forward.
The larger one was from an acquaintance of Mordy's, investigator David.
He was carrying a boy as he ran through the woods. His clothes were tattered and torn, revealing the wounds underneath.
"They've caught up."
The slow-witted boy had been staring behind him for a few seconds before he realized what was happening and offered a reminder.
"I know, phew."
David, panting heavily, took a moment to give some instructions to the boy in his arms.
"If I fall, keep running, don't stop no matter what, run to the town and hide."
At this point, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
In reality, he didn't know if he was on the right track, nor did he know if he had lost his way.
He could only hope that the boy would be lucky enough to reach the town or find the top investigator.
He himself estimated that his chances of survival were slim, but at least before he died, he had to hold off the monsters that the fanatics had transformed into.
After listening to his words, the boy thought for a while and slowly shook his head.
Let's go together.
"Phew, you kid...wait, what's that door over there?"
He had seen that door before.
David's eyes sharpened, and ignoring the soreness in his muscles, he quickly ran towards the door.
"Indeed, this is the prison gate. If nothing unexpected happens, Mormontis should already be inside."
His goal was clear: to cross the prison gates and perhaps reunite with the top investigator.
Tell him about the situation outside.
Once we get to that place, once we get to that place...:
Behind them, the pursuers also noticed the door.
"Is that a door?"
"How could something like this be in the Black Forest?"
"Never mind that. That boy is the sacrifice chosen by the Holy Lord. We can't let them escape."
The three humanoid creatures, clad in black robes and with triangles drawn on their hoods, exchanged a brief conversation before unleashing an even greater speed.
Compared to now, their pursuit just now was like a cat playing with a mouse.
Hearing the dense, rain-like footsteps behind him, David grew increasingly anxious, wishing he had two more legs so he could rush to the door.
100 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters.
...
Just as the prey was about to reach the door, three humanoid creatures behind them sneered and each swung out one of their arms.
Its arm suddenly stretched out, shooting out like a venomous snake, biting at the prey's neck.
The whistling sound came from behind him. Without thinking, David rolled on the spot, just managing to avoid the whipping of two arms.
The last remaining one anticipated his next move and lashed down towards the ground.
The wind from his arm brushed against his face, and David looked ashen.
He knew that if he were hit, he would probably be cut in two.
"At the very least, we have to send the child away."
With that thought in mind, he used his last bit of strength to throw the boy toward the prison door.
At the same time, he shouted, "Run towards the door, don't look back!"
As the bloated, long arm lashed out, he instinctively closed his eyes.
"what!"
A scream rang out.
David was puzzled, thinking that he hadn't shouted anything.
He cautiously opened his eyes and was almost startled so badly that his heart stopped beating.
Less than a meter away from him, a "hand" as thick as a giant python was hanging down.
At this moment, it was pierced by a long spear and hung in the air, unable to move.
"It's a bit noisy."
A female voice entered my ears; judging from the voice alone, the owner of the voice should be a young girl.
David rolled his eyes and happened to see a blonde girl standing next to him.
The girl held a gun in one hand and the boy he had thrown away in the other, a smile on her face, but her voice was cold:
"I finally got out here to find inspiration, and I can't let you ruin my good mood, so could you please shut up?"
With a single upward swing, the long spear, shaped like a paintbrush, easily severed the thick arm.
David rolled away, narrowly avoiding the falling severed hand.
The blonde girl threw the boy into his arms and then leaped forward with her gun in hand.
"Your vocal cords are truly cheap, poorly made industrial products. Why don't I transform them for you? I'll turn them from industrial products into works of art."
The girl's figure was like a ghost, suddenly appearing behind the three humanoid creatures. She thrust her spear forward one after another, accurately striking their spines. The spear drew blood, and she extracted a bit of life force from each of them, which flowed into the three doll pendants hanging from the spear handle.
The voodoo dolls, connected to their aura, began to work, immobilizing them in place.
With their spines damaged and the witchcraft binding them, the three humanoid creatures were unable to move.
The girl smiled and walked around to them, gently removing their head coverings.
Their bloated, muddy heads were thus exposed.
"You all have such unique looks... but I won't discriminate against you. You will become a work of art in my hands."
The girl took out a knife and a pen, and under David's horrified gaze, began a radical transformation.
David, carrying the boy, quietly retreated towards the prison door.
"Sir, please wait a moment."
The girl didn't turn her head, but simply said:
"My work needs an audience. Could you be my first audience member?"
"Of course."
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he stopped walking as if it were the will of the heart.