The clamor that enveloped the allied forces gradually faded like the ebbing tide. Finally, everyone closed their mouths, not making any sound.
Only the silence of the allied forces' camp was broken by a strange sound, too many sounds overlapping, making it seem noisy.
It was the sound of the knights' teeth chattering.
Only Moran's soldiers were trembling with excitement, their breathing heavy because they were enchanted by the king's power.
To be able to display such terrifying and dazzling grand power—
That is the king they worship!
Only he is the destiny of Britain!
His extraordinary majesty has been admired by the demon army soldiers many times, and they cannot stop loving and worshiping him at any time.
Concealment? Hiding? Ridiculous!
The march of a conqueror must be fearless, there is no reason to hide in the crowd like a coward.
Killing gods, opposing the world, shattering common sense.
Suppressing all worldly values and common sense is the way of a king.
The new world's principles and laws that can continue the divine era's rule, engulfing and rewriting everything, are here!
Unlike the past, following the retreat of mystery.
He wants this divine land to exist forever, changing the past acceptance of destruction and retreat.
Now, he reigns over Britain as a king.
Everything will be different from before.
Too outrageous, too outrageous… With a casual wave of his hand… just throwing out a sword… he took more than three thousand lives! How can he still be so calm and composed!
The kings and nobles of the allied forces' camp dared not speak.
They only dared to wail in their hearts.
Everyone's faces were tense, only daring to glance sideways at Moran, seeing his heroic and dashing appearance.
Indeed, this is a battlefield, a place of killing, taking the lives of the weak is a matter of course. But even so, how can one be so calm and composed after personally killing so many people!?
According to the mentality of ordinary people, one should feel regret or guilt.
But they saw none of that.
This king is a monster king who surpasses humans, a being far more terrifying than the demon dragon Vortigern.
"What's wrong? You all look pale."
"Ah!?"
Like nails driven into their bodies.
Hearing Moran's question, some of the kings and nobles who were riding alongside him foolishly cried out, then quickly pretended to be calm.
"N-no, nothing… Lord Moran… that was indeed a splendid strike…"
"You were born in the late decline of Britain's mystery, and I wanted to give you a glimpse of the divine era's tip of the iceberg. If you look back to the ancient mythical era, such things were not uncommon."
Moran spoke slowly, like a caring mentor.
Showing the elegance of a king.
These kings and nobles, one after another, spoke words of praise, their tongues tied with fear, looking quite ridiculous.
The more fearful they were, the more desperately they praised.
Afraid that Moran might not like it and bring down the same terror upon them.
[You didn't think much from beginning to end]
[You didn't even have the thought of scheming against these kings and nobles, the gap between the two sides is just too big]
[There's no need for it]
[The king's ease and dominance are like this]
[Just by showing your radiance, even the disloyal will eventually bow under this light]
[The kings and nobles kept wiping their sweat]
"Then, since your opening strike is over. Next, let my army take the lead for your divine soldiers!"
[Some kings and nobles said so]
[Among them were kings who wanted to regain their image in front of you, kings who regretted offending and testing you, and kings who were enchanted by your great power and fell into fanatical worship]
[At this moment, they had a common thought]
[——They must make their soldiers shed more blood than your demon army, only then can they gain your mercy/forgiveness]
[To survive, they must do this]
[Even if you have no intention of targeting these kings and nobles, they will think this way for peace of mind]
[After witnessing your terrifying strike]
[No one dares to test or speculate about you anymore]
"Haha, have you all misunderstood something?"
"…What do you… mean?"
A noble was sweating profusely.
Wondering if there was something Moran was mocking about them, or if the king was expressing dissatisfaction with them?
"Gentlemen, we are comrades on the same front, all fighting to save Britain, right? No need to be so nervous, I just wanted to say, my attack is not that simple, that was just the prelude."
Moran's eyes showed a teasing color.
Looking at these startled kings and nobles, he felt a bit reluctant to continue teasing them.
To regard such humans who can only look up to him.
As opponents is just too much.
In his eyes, these kings and nobles are too small, their scheming against him is just too cute.
It makes him unable to even generate hostility.
"Haha, no need for your armies to enter, I don't want to turn your precious elites into mincemeat… Next, it's time to reveal the true secrets of the divine era.
Gentlemen, let's continue watching together, the war is not over yet."
Moran's elegant tone had no trace of cruelty.
Clearly distinguishing himself from those bloodthirsty tyrants.
He has never liked unnecessary killing.
However, this Britain is regarded as his homeland, and removing dust and filth is a necessary task.
Therefore, Moran will not show a hint of hesitation.
Just need to bless the future happy scenes, and then win the upcoming wars.
[The first to notice something wrong]
[Were the knights of the allied forces]
[The knights watching the battlefield from the safest distance were naturally the first to discover it. Because they thought they were safe, they could see the anomaly through the narrow gaps in their helmets]
[The golden sword thrown by the King of Light stirred up a storm]
[The vortex of death took more than three thousand lives]
[The crushed crimson flesh was like an altar offering sacrifices, and the golden sword piercing the ground was like a blood-sucking fang]
[Whether it was horses or human corpses]
[They were all being devoured by this sword]
[It seemed that something even more terrifying was coming].