My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 588: Into the Tower of Paradise

At first, Kerall waited for this opportunity.

Waiting for the day.

Like Zyklein, Kerall awaits the moment the elf magic cannon starts.

Unlike Zikrein, however, Kerall was not trying to destroy the Magic Council, but the elf magic cannon.

The elf magic cannon is the only thing Kerall can't control.

Kerall couldn't forgive a nuclear bomb waving over his head all the time, and what was even more intolerable was that either he, Altoria Dinisa, or the entire Cavalier continent were exposed to the other's nuclear threat, nuclear blackmail.

This cumbersome powerful cannon, which can only be activated by observing at least six members of the Magic Council, is the legacy of its predecessors and the inheritance of the Kingdom of Fiore after the fall of the Magic Empire.

Obviously, the magical empire that owns this thing has also been wiped out is definitely not because of some foreign war, but because of the collapse of the internal economy and the uprising.

But the kingdom of Fiore, which inherited the cannon intact, is a great threat to the entire Cavalier continent.

That is also why Kerall chose to enter the judging council of the Kingdom of Fiore.

He could easily dismantle the magic council because the loose system of magic councils was totally inappropriate as a regime, but he could not easily dismantle the elf magic cannon.

Pokémon cannons are high, and in a world without measurements, Kerall doesn't even know if Pokémon cannons are in the atmosphere or in satellite orbit.

Obviously, Keiral would never have been able to destroy the higher magic cannon if he had used common sense.

So he needs some conventional means.

He was just a bait, and the Tower of Paradise was irrelevant, and Zyklein and Urutia must have been able to impress those senators.

In the end, they need their conscience.

Kerall wanted them to have no conscience, but he wanted them to have one.

As a politician, if they had no conscience, then it was clear that Keiral was embarrassed to kill them in the future, and that Keiral, as the last conscience of mankind, did not know how to deal with the scene.

But if they do, Kerall will have a chance to fight back.

The direct bombing of Holy Ten, a magic congressman, was enough to bring this group down.

Keral also has witnesses like Urutia. Then slaughter is the right thing to do.

The new magic council would surely be headed by Kerall, closely linked around Kerall, and a new political system centred on Kerall would soon be in place.

On the one hand, the torture of interests, and on the other, the torture of consciences, Kerall is actually very tangled.

But he needs to see what happens to these people.

Kerall did not take this trip to the Tower of Paradise to heart.

Now that Uruthia says that Zyklein needs 2.7 billion magic units to gather the magic to resurrect Joseph, and that it is a futile effort, he understands that Zyklein will not waste any magic.

So, what's so terrible about it?

Let's go for a little outing.

Keiral spread his wings and soared into the sky in an instant, surpassing the fastest airship in the world.

Kerall is very interested. What kind of system is the R system?

While Urudia said hypnosis allowed Zikrein, oh, no, Gerrard stubbornly believed that his “paradise” could resurrect Jerf, then what was his basis?

Or what makes him so stubborn to emphasize that it's not the "R system” but the "Tower of Paradise”?

That's really interesting.

The magic of Holy Ten is so covetous.

Kerall flew and found himself increasingly like a great rebel, smiling, and he was the mastermind hiding behind the scenes.

First of all, Kerall was always the great sage before becoming all the positions and relationships of the Magic Continent.

Camelot the Great Sage.

This is a question of position and there is no possibility of any change.

Like a lot of people studying abroad, emigrating, moving, wherever they go, they will die at the bottom of the line.

They're Chinese. They're Chinese souls!

The Chinese have never given up on this insistence.

So now that Kerall knows that the world doesn't have China, it's clear that his allegiance has become Celtic.

It's something in a man's bones that can't be changed.

What difference does Keiral make to a traitor if, because of a woman, an emotion, an interest makes it easy for Keiral to change his position?

Finally, one's race, one's country, is what a citizen of a people should do.

By the time Keiral had seen the Tower of Paradise, he had found that fighting had begun in the skies outside the Tower of Paradise.

“Isn't that Naz and Hubby?” Kerall stopped his feathers strangely, "Hobbie could fly?” Kerall doesn't understand this magic continent. It's bizarre. It's dozens of them, but what's that thing that punches Naz down?

Owls?

Keiral shook his head, spread his wings, and slowly flew around the tower.

The tower had been cold since over 100 meters, so there was no room to open the balcony directly, a small window blocked Keiral's gaze, and Keiral had to search slowly.

Gerrard doesn't necessarily have to be on the top, because the top is the existence of a giant elf magic conductor, and if there, Keiral doesn't know if he can afford it.

How dare they?

Keiral doesn't know, he has to find Gerrard.

Then kill him.

“Oh... Elusia...” Kerall suddenly felt a very familiar breath, this breath...

Undoubtedly, it belongs to the strong girl.

The girl who blocked the Magic Gun bombardment with her own strength.

The girl named Fairy Queen is now in a tough war?

Why is she here and who is it that drove her into a tough fight? Gerald knows Elusia? Why did he lure this outsider, Alusha, here?

The corner of Kerall's mouth pulled a smile.

He was really looking forward to the end of the Tower of Paradise.

This is really interesting... war.

……

“Little girl named Bamboo. You must be Elusia, right? What a beauty. Why don't you die here?” Dressed in a luxurious kimono, she will wear a conservative and elegant kimono that is sexy and full.

“Stop those who are in front of me… kill the unforgiving!” Elusia said with a condensed hand sword as she slowly pulled out the knife and spoke coldly.