Camelot, above the royal city.

"Swish!"

Reiger’s figure appeared here, standing in mid-air.

He looked down at the royal city below, or rather, at the interior of the Jade Throne Hall with wall strips exposed, his eyes flashing with a transparent light.

The world of transparency opened, and the wall of the royal city, filled with magic barriers, became as if nonexistent, easily penetrated by Reiger.

Thus, Reiger saw the battle within the Jade Throne Hall.

"Boom!"

Amidst a terrifying magic power flood, the people preparing to charge the throne were almost instantly blasted away, as if struck by a dreadful tsunami.

With a cry of despair, Altoria, Pasival, Gareth, Da Vinci, Noconalay, and their giant troops were all swept away by the flood of magic, either crashing into the walls or rolling on the ground, utterly wretched.

"Everyone!"

Matthew, with her shield, became the only one who stood fast amidst the magic flood, like a steel fortress, desperately resisting the magic torrent, her shield glowing faintly, like a reef being hit by waves, her face full of urgency.

"So strong...!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was protected by Matthew behind her shield, the Command Spells in her hand glowing with magic light, but her face was covered in cold sweat.

For some reason, Habettelot was not present at the scene, nor was Bagster.

It’s not surprising; Habettelot was once the companion of the savior Ash, even now standing on the opposite side of her old companion, she probably doesn’t want to fight Morgan, perhaps she’s outside the city, defending against those queen’s knights coming to support Morgan.

Bagster is probably with Habettelot as well; even if she has decided to rebel against Morgan, as a knight under the former queen, she’s likely reluctant to directly confront Morgan.

Therefore, Habettelot and Bagster were absent from those fighting Morgan, with the remaining gathered to battle her fiercely.

Morgan stood before the throne, holding a black spear, wearing a black crown, looking down arrogantly at the rebels below the throne, her expression not showing any disdain or contempt, but her posture still evoking the words "high and mighty," also reflecting the cold and arrogance in the witch’s heart.

Looking at this situation, it’s apparent that despite the fierce battle, Morgan, though fighting alone, held an overwhelming advantage.

"What’s wrong?"

The witch’s cold and arrogant voice slowly echoed.

"Is this all you can do?"

The people fallen to the ground stood up one after another with distressed voices, shaking.

"Morgan...!"

Altoria seemed to be slightly injured, but the injury didn’t appear severe.

Yet seeing the miserable sight of her allies, Altoria couldn’t help but shout towards Morgan.

"Altoria, my nemesis from the Pan-Human History."

Morgan also looked at Altoria, her tone hardly changing.

"A child in whom my husband placed high hopes; being able to break through to the throne, your abilities are somewhat above my expectations."

"But, this is as far as you go."

"With your capabilities, even without using the magic power of this throne, without activating the power of the Holy Spear, you cannot drive me from this throne."

Morgan’s eyes looking at Altoria were filled with ruthlessness.

"If this is your full strength, I advise you to give up."

"If that’s the case, for the sake of my disobedient husband, I can spare you from execution."

"This is a rare opportunity, isn’t it?"

That’s no lie.

You know, everyone who has resisted Morgan in the past, except for the northern fairy queen Mab, has invariably been ruthlessly executed by Morgan.

Since deciding to become the queen, to rule Britannia, no longer saving a single fairy, the savior Ash transformed into the most ruthless, most cruel witch, never sparing anyone who opposes her.

The resistance army of Sheffield, or the King’s Clan assembled by the northern fairies, even the Round Table, Morgan actually never intended to spare; she just hasn’t acted yet.

In such circumstances, hearing such words from Morgan truly is a rare occurrence.

However, Altoria notwithstanding, Noconalay clearly had no intention of accepting this favor.

"Anyway, you’re not planning to save any fairy, are you? So why say such things?" Noconalay led her giant troops, dispersing more magic power, responding to Morgan with a dignified attitude: "Morgan Le Fay, the Winter Witch who has ruled Britannia for over two thousand years, you’ve brought only terror and cruelty to this country!"

"With no compassion or mercy in your heart, don’t speak of kindness!"

"Now, only a decisive battle can determine the future of the fairies!"

Noconalay’s words carried great force, making the previously wretched crowd stand taller, raising their weapons, once again facing Morgan.

Morgan showed no emotion in response, only speaking coldly.