21st Century Necromancer

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Yet King Arthur, who wanted to lay down his hatred, also had to see if the other party was willing.

For Morgan le Fay, her hatred towards King Arthur was no less intense than the collective hatred of the Knights of the Round Table towards her.

Originally, the Celtic Pantheon had invested heavily in King Arthur, hoping that after she became king she would be able to resist the influence of the Christian Church on Britain and maintain the faith of the Celtic Pantheon. However, the outcome was that King Arthur herself was influenced by the Christian Church, and the Queen even became a nun, rendering the schemes of the Celtic Pantheon empty.

This completely severed the foundation of the Celtic Pantheon and accelerated the decline and destruction of the once-hopeful revival of the Celtic deity system.

As the last living deity of the Celtic Pantheon, Morgan le Fay not only invested a lot of effort in King Arthur, staking the last resources of the Celtic hierarchy on her, but she also reincarnated as her sister to protect her and even used mystical rituals to bear her offspring, providing Arthur with the perfect heir and assistant.

But in the end, all her investments turned into nothing, as the designated heir Mordred rebelled, lost the legitimacy of rule and was slain by King Arthur. The once influential Celtic deity system and Druidic faith collapsed from there, and even the last utopia, Avalon, declined into the ruins it is today.

Even Morgan le Fay herself ultimately declined into a mere mortal, stripped of a deity's glory and power.

If it weren't for Merlin's soul-splitting resurrection ritual preserving her soul, she might have completely perished one thousand and five hundred years ago due to the collapse of her faith.

How could such hatred not cause Morgan le Fay to despise King Arthur? One thousand and five hundred years ago, had Arthur's choice not been Guinevere, not the Christian Church, the Celtic Pantheon would never have declined to the point of complete extinction, and she herself would not have fallen from her Divine Position, spending one thousand and five hundred years unable to return to where she once was!

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If the Seal had not been broken, it would have been fine, as the hatred accumulated over one thousand and five hundred years would have been bearable knowing that the other party was still sealed and couldn't even return to the world, allowing Morgan le Fay to enjoy the pleasure of revenge. Moreover, with the Seal unbroken, Morgan le Fay would not have returned, and the only existence would have been Queen Mary; the impact of this hatred would have been even lower.

But now, the Seal is undone.

The bitter wine brewed by one thousand and five hundred years of hatred was enough to kindle the fiercest fire of revenge in Morgan le Fay's soul, which could only be extinguished by the blood of King Arthur.

"Artoria! You dare to show yourself before me!" Morgan le Fay roared, launching an attack on King Arthur without hesitation.

On a chariot pulled by two fiery red warhorses, Morgan le Fay, holding two lances, dressed in red attire and overcoat, with ominous red sparks shining in her eyes, charged toward King Arthur like a red comet.

"Artoria!" Along with Morgan le Fay's furious roar, countless ravens appeared by her side, enveloping her like a dark cloud entwined with red lightning, calling out King Arthur's name, venting one thousand and five hundred years of rancor upon her.

However, faced with Morgan le Fay rushing towards her, King Arthur seemed indifferent, her youthful face showing a sense of relief that everything could finally come to an end.

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She handed the crown, which should have been cherished, to the Court Steward beside her, her own brother, and the girl closed her eyes, turning to face her destiny with equanimity. If everything could end here, then perhaps this was a kind of resolution?

Just as this thought flashed through the girl's mind, she felt death.

It was not the death of being killed herself, but rather the Angel symbolizing death had spread its wings before her.

"What!" The Javelin thrown from her hand was blocked by the Shield in the Angel's grasp, and Morgan le Fay's reason was destroyed by the fiery rage of revenge, becoming even more frenzied, "Even you want to stop me? Good, then give me back my body!"

The Chariot sprang into motion once again, pulled by two fiery red steeds, and with a thunderous roar, a red Lance reappeared in the hands of Morgan le Fay, who, twirling her dual Lances, launched an attack on the Angel before her.

Despite the vast difference in size, Morgan le Fay, who once bore the title of God of War, showcased a level of skill forged through countless trials, which stood in stark contrast to Queen Mary, who had not experienced life-and-death combat.

The charging horses needed no guidance; as the giant Angel thrust its long sword, the Chariot sped up along the blade's spine, and as another Shield in the Angel's hand approached, the Chariot leaped up along with it, jumping directly from the giant sword to the Shield, and charging up the Angel's arm towards its head.

Between the swings of her dual Lances, an exquisite dance of death unfolded, as the emissary of death swept away lives.

The giant Angel Statue might have been sufficient against the former Queen Mary, but for Morgan le Fay, who had regained her Divinity and reclaimed the skills of the Celtic mythology's God of War and death, the giant Angel Statue appeared as nothing more than a target.

The Angel's head recoiled to avoid a Lance thrust head-on, allowing the Chariot to speed past its chest. A sweep of wings from behind the Angel's shoulder came crashing down with the force of a thunderous tempest, as if to swat the Chariot and its rider flat like a fly.

However, facing this strike, Morgan le Fay merely slightly shifted the Chariot's forward trajectory, navigated beneath the Angel's arm to evade the blow, and, leaping successfully onto the attacking wing, made it to the Angel's back, thrusting a Lance into the root of the wing!

As the Chariot raced on, the blade sliced open the wing, leaving a massive wound.

With one wing cloven, the Angel moved to withdraw. Inside the body of the Angel, Chen Yu watched the Valkyrie charging with a spear, and had to admit he was indeed no match for her in pure combat skills, as the Angel's massive size had become a burden.

Just as Chen Yu was about to abandon the Angel Statue and confront the enemy in his true form, another figure raced forward, sweeping towards her with the storm.

On the back of the blue giant dragon, the red-robed Queen wielded her Lance, piercing forward with unstoppable momentum like a rainbow cutting across the sky; likewise, aboard the red Chariot, clad in red as the Valkyrie was, with dual Lances in her hands, at the moment the dragon and the Chariot brushed past each other, the clash of Lance against Lance sounded like a thunderous drum explosion, and yet like countless hammers striking an anvil all at once.

As the Queen turned back, a vivid scratch adorned her shoulder armor, while on the face of the Valkyrie on the Chariot, a drop of fresh blood slid down.