[The Saxons fell into chaos]
[The demonic aura spreading from the Tintagel front caused their instincts to generate fear, but some felt it was a disgrace to retreat without even starting the battle]
[Having already suffered multiple defeats at your hands]
[They had gathered eight thousand troops for this purpose]
[They believed that as long as they defeated you, the last king of light, they could claim the land of Britain]
[Panic spread through the Saxon army]
[Some commanders and generals with strong will wanted to take action, but their movements were always too late]
"What's wrong? Are they not to your liking?"
Merlin asked in a flat tone.
Looking at the restless Saxons, her light red eyes seemed to reflect their impending tragic end.
To this, the Dream Demon felt not a single ripple in her heart.
Only the reactions of people could pique her interest; she only looked forward to witnessing this drama unfold.
"Not bad, for humans."
Moran joked, his mouth curving.
His eyes gazed into the void, as if seeing through the chaotic Saxons, directly looking at the more distant mad dragon.
"At this point, still thinking about retreating is rather boring… Now, let you all appreciate the last mystery of this world, ah, let you enjoy the hospitality of Britain."
Golden ether gathered in the shape of a sword in Moran's hand.
The golden sword was gripped tightly.
It was sacred yet unsettling, as if it would absorb everything in this war.
The brilliant golden light was the embodiment of all demonic nature, symbolizing the supreme authority held by this king as the ancestor of demonic beasts.
Like dragon breath, it devoured the atmosphere.
The golden sword blade emitted a dazzling brilliance like stars, so bright that it almost overshadowed the figures of the coalition army.
That dreamlike scene, even those who knew the situation was urgent couldn't help but be mesmerized.
Some Saxons gasped.
There was no sense of tension, as if watching a wonderful performance.
However, some perceptive individuals looked around in confusion.
Those warriors who had rolled and crawled through life and death, upon seeing this brilliance, felt a chill run down their spines.
They completely lost their composure out of instinct.
"The last mystery of Britain will be continued by me; the mad dragon, even if you are the embodiment of the island, cannot block my path. I will make you understand that Britain still has hope."
The light was so strong it seemed about to overflow.
The center of the light point emitted a voice full of anticipation, like the aurora rushing forth like a river of stars.
In just a moment, over a thousand troops were swallowed by the light, a terrifying storm that nearly shattered the earth.
The golden storm transformed into a deadly scythe.
However, it was as delicate and gentle as a caress.
Among the two thousand troops on the left flank of the Saxons, and the thousand in the center, a total of three thousand lives were all plundered.
What happened?
No one could understand.
All the beings that made up the left flank of the Saxon army—not just humans, but even horses—were shattered in the storm.
The coalition army, facing them, was the first to grasp the situation.
The unbelievable scene unfolding before them made their brains slow down a few beats before reaching a conclusion, and then the uproar turned into an enormous wave, enveloping the entire coalition army.
[Indeed, they knew you would make the first move]
[They also knew you were proficient in mysterious methods]
[The kings and nobles wanted to understand your details so that they wouldn't be completely devoured by you when facing the Saxons in the future, so they came up with a suitable countermeasure]
[That was to ask you to demonstrate your power on the battlefield]
[The kings and nobles suggested this]
[As the commander of the Tintagel front, although you cannot command the soldiers of the kings and nobles, every move you make can influence the Saxons, which can also boost the morale of the coalition army]
[Of course, the above is just an excuse]
[It's merely an excuse for the kings to learn more information about you, to facilitate their future responses to you, this terrifying king]
[However—who could have predicted it?]
[Who could have predicted that you would launch such a terrifying attack?]
[Who could have predicted that your strike could instantly slaughter over three thousand five hundred people—equivalent to the total number of the coalition army participating in this battle?]
[The knights of the coalition army doubted their eyes]
[While praying to some things they believed in]
[Praying that those Saxons were not dead, praying that there was no such terrifying mysterious method in this world]
[Of course, just witnessing the facts unfolding before them—]
[At this point, not a single person attempted to get up—would know that it was nothing but a delusion]
[Even so, emotions still cannot accept it, unwilling to acknowledge the truth… Knowing that this is a brutal battlefield where human life is extremely cheap, but this is too much of a trampling on human life.]
[Although the Britons and Saxons have a blood feud, at least from a racial perspective, they are still human.]
[The loss of human life always moves people.]
"Ah… ah…"
Even the kings and nobles who have fought against the Saxons for many years and witnessed countless brutal battles are so terrified that their teeth are chattering.
Looking at the enemy's left flank, which has turned into a no-man's land.
The golden sword, piercing the earth, standing on countless blood and flesh, emitting a sacred radiance.
There are no living beings there.
The fact that not a single person is standing is just too, too, too terrifying.
No, it's not that simple.
Moran is a monster who, by himself, has repeatedly defeated the Saxons and can easily destroy even magical beasts and fantasies.
Legend has it that he is the ancient dragon of Britain.
The most ancient and noble mystery.
The phenomenon before us strongly conveys this fact, far surpassing the rumors and praises that have spread throughout Britain.
The rumors are not as exaggerated as this reality.
"What have we… been testing… until now… We must never… become enemies with this monster…"
A certain king, pale and trembling, said.
He is a member of the allied forces.
He is also one of those who wanted to scheme against and guard against Moran, but upon seeing this overwhelming terror.
All thoughts have vanished.
In the face of such absolute overwhelming power, any conspiracy is just the trick of a clown.