The Greece Antagonist
Chapter 1251 - 29: Awkwardness Is the Meaning of My Existence!_2

Chapter 1251: Chapter 29: Awkwardness Is the Meaning of My Existence!_2

The screams of the elves, the roars of the giants, and the wails of the departed souls soared into the sky, tearing the firmament.

A thousand-meter-long white giant dragon burst forth from the Abyss, swallowing the light of the sun, moon, and stars, emitting a savage roar.

——Vortigern, has returned!

Feeling the palpable pressure, the elves and humans in the square trembled.

Upon seeing this, Altria’s eyes hardened, and she immediately swung her sword to give orders:

"Everyone, follow me to battle!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Shouts like thunderbolts dispersed the encroaching darkness.

The knights gathered here raised their arms and called out, uniformly mounting their horses, transforming into a torrent of steel, following the banners of their respective liege lords, and charging out of the gates of Elf City Albion.

The war that would decide Britain’s Fate began.

~~

A year after leaving Albion.

Altria stands on a hillock.

From afar, the sound of soldiers cheering for victory echoes.

"Congratulations, King Arthur, you saved another city."

"But I also killed more Life, there’s nothing to be proud of, teacher."

Looking at the bustling bright lights full of joy below, Altria planted the Holy Sword into the ground, speaking to Luo En.

Despite the great victory, there was little pride and excitement in her eyes.

"This is war, Altria, there’s always choices and sacrifices."

Luo En patted his beloved student on the head, advising,

"It’s not your fault, don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

Altria nodded, gazing at her teacher with gratitude.

No matter what choice she made, the teacher stood by her side, encouraging and comforting her.

If it weren’t for this support, she might have fallen into confusion long ago.

Just as Altria was about to speak, Gao Wen, covered in blood, approached the hill:

"King, Wales needs assistance, there’s a Wild Hunt stirring trouble, and there are some restless lordlings also taking advantage."

Chaos is a ladder and not everyone desires peace.

Besides the natural calamities, many lords of the old era still harbor thoughts of becoming kings of the mountains, intending to seize the inhabitants, wealth, and Spirituality of this land.

"Prepare the horses, I will wipe them out entirely!"

Though the road ahead is long and arduous, Britain is still far from destruction.

She would personally step onto the battlefield, through countless battles, transforming this country and land into what she desires.

~~

Two years later, after countless battles had ended.

A red-haired knight stood on the ramparts gazing far afield, his pale and handsome face carrying an inexplicable sadness, his slender form wrapped in black Light Armor, with a dark red cloak billowing in the night wind, akin to the solidifying remnants of the setting sun.

Outside the city, the corpses of the fallen lay in the wilderness, with thousands of ravens descending to feast upon them.

Seeing a raven pull an eyeball from a dead man’s socket, the red-haired knight slammed his fist against the wall, unable to bear it any longer.

War, war, and more war!

Not a single day without a military meeting, nor a day without camping under the stars.

Always standing on the front lines is the resolve to save the world through genocide?

For the sake of warfare, countless people had to be abandoned.

The expedition itself necessitated killing more Life.

For the battle to guard the island, squeezing small villages to prepare military supplies was common practice.

There are many opponents of squeezing the villages.

To knights, it was an unnecessary sacrifice and unworthy of their title. Everyone understood that not doing so would result in more sacrificed lives, yet no knight accepted it.

Which king from any realm wars with an Alien Race only to burn their own homeland?

Though places for the villagers to relocate were decided, the hearts of those whose homeland was snatched could not be Healed.

And among the soldiers, those from such villages were many.

"These measures are for tomorrow’s Victory. May everyone endure."

Words sound fine, but perhaps no one has killed as many people as she has.

After all, she is the strongest!

It seems as long as she steps onto the battlefield, she is neither lost nor merciful.

Nor does she possess any Humanity!

Even when seated upon the Throne, she never squints her eyes from melancholy.

Facing various issues, she manages governance with unfathomable diligence, knowing no fatigue.

Even amid wars against Alien Races, she captures rebellious lords and punishes them severely.

No matter the plight of rebellious subjects, she remains indifferent, meticulously governing, punishing the weak without deviation.

In every decision she makes, it seems to be solely for the sake of Victory, devoid of emotional factors.

Without doubt and sympathy, is she a monster?

Could such a king truly empathize with her people, truly govern well?

"King Arthur does not understand people’s hearts."

The red-haired knight looked at the unburied corpses outside and spat in disgust.

"Speaking of which, you understand very well, Sir Tristan?"

A sudden voice rang out from behind.

Tristan instinctively turned back, immediately seeing a face wearing a mocking smile.

"Lord Merlin, why are you here?"

"Just wandering around, delivering a message — the lord of Oxford County has rebelled again, and has coerced several thousand refugees."

Luo En answered solemnly.

"Why tell me this?" Tristan frowned.

"You know her temperament, if she were sent to battle, she would undoubtedly show no mercy to those refugees on the battlefield. You are different, you’re the most renowned of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table for your compassion, unable to witness innocent suffering. If you were to lead this time..."