Valhalla Saga

A dark shadow spreads from the edge of Moedred's blade. Merlin hurriedly raises his staff and releases his magical power. Darkness and magic collide to explode, and the two broken-down ships shake violently.

Merlin could not believe the reality in front of him. I wanted to deny it.

“You vile traitor! ”

On the day Erin was destroyed, Camelot's walls were so easily breached. The reason was simple, because there was someone inside. It's because the flames of the civil war had already swept through Camelot before the battle with the giants.

So many people have lost their lives in vain.

The Knights of Camelot, who were eager to face the enemy, could not escape the evil sword that came from behind their backs.

King Arthur was no different.

Merlin still seemed to spill his blood upside down when he recalled the scene that day.

Moedred pierces King Arthur through the chest with a bogeyman Clarent. You left him with a fatal wound that prevented him from fighting.

If that hadn't happened.

If only the fires of the terrible civil war hadn't swept through Camelot.

Perhaps we could have prevented Erin from being destroyed. No, even if it was impossible, at least the form of destruction would have changed.

King Arthur is dead.

Gawain, the most noble knight, is also dead.

Lancelot, K, Gallahead, Tristan, Bedivere.

Even mentioning each one of them was painful names. All the Knights of the Round Table had to face a miserable end in the face of a desperate battle.

And Moedred, who has given birth to all this tragedy, is still alive.

Not only camelot, but even Erin didn't die of a grudge in the muck of destruction!

Merlin vomits. It was a violent emotion that was not his to be praised as a sage.

Moedred did not avoid that wrath that was close to the curse. Rather, he vomited an old age in front of Merlin, calling himself a traitor.

“Shut up! I didn't betray you. I was the one who wanted to protect Camelot to the end! ”

Screaming like an animal, he empowers Clarent with his bogeyman sword. Then, the energy that was wrapped around the sword spread to all sides. One or two dark knights rise from the shadow of the night on the earth and stand beside Moedred. Counting dozens, they were Camelot's knights who followed Moedred into rebellion.

Merlin stumbles, his nightmare of never coming out strikes him again. My legs were so weak that I couldn't even stand it.

Moedred laughs. He looks up at Merlin and shouts. With Erin and Camelot destroyed, Merlin is the only one left to hear his story.

“I wanted to protect Camelot. I did not betray Camelot for a moment. ”

Moedred's voice is a mix of joy and howl. He continues the story with a messy voice.

“It was a fight I couldn't win anyway. It was impossible to stop the Giants from firing. Face it head-on, it just crumbles and breaks. Because I made a deal with them. In order to protect Camelot, I stabbed King Arthur with tears to preserve Camelot's name. You knock him down and open the door, trying to burn everything with vain resistance. I tried to protect Camelot! ”

It was so stupid. Moedred now knows that. The Forwards burned Camelot in spite of their promise. No, even the Forwards who made the deal with Moedred in the first place didn't get what they wanted.

The giant Sur of Fire destroyed Erin herself. Camelot, who wanted to protect her father after betraying him, disappears with a handful of ashes.

But Moedred couldn't admit it. The fact that his rebellion meant nothing. The mere act of protecting Camelot accelerated Camelot's destruction.

It was so painful. At the moment of admission, Moedred himself was merely a foolish traitor to Merlin's word.

“I wanted to protect Camelot. I am the Guardian of Camelot. Do you know my grief that I had to stab my father in the chest? Do you know how much I loved Camelot for trying to protect it? ”

Moedred's outburst of emotion is uncontrollable.

Moedred wanted Merlin to understand himself. I made the right choice. I wanted you to tell me that the bad things were just giant people.

I knew it was impossible. I knew so well that it couldn't happen.

But I craved it. I desperately wanted it.

Maybe that's why I ran like crazy in pursuit of Camelot's glory. Perhaps he was more eager to hear from Camelot survivors who didn't know who he was than to once again face Camelot's glory.

Merlin gasps. It feels like he's losing all his strength. Moedred has gone completely mad. I became a madman under so much guilt.

Moedred cries. He has lived like a corpse for a hundred years, since he came to Midgard with the Forwards. He yells at Merlin again.

“You know! My heart! My grief! ”

“I don't know, you bastard! ”

I don't want to know!

The answer was Brackey. Throwing a hammer at Camelot's ghosts and scattering lightning, he stares directly at Moedred.

I heard the story of the great river as I was running.

He could understand what he had done and what he had in mind.

That was stupid. If you really wanted to protect it, you should have fought it out. You must stand up to the enemy until the end.

That was the path of the warrior. It was the way of the Valhalla warriors.

Brackey, however, did not brag about these facts. I merely focused on Moedred and considered how I could satisfy him.

I was in the middle of a battle. It was no use talking to a man in black armor who wasn't a novice!

The lightning strikes. A small thunder sounds, and Camelot's ghost is struck down by lightning.

Moedred sees Brackey. As you shout like an animal, the spirits of Camelot rush towards Brackey at once.

Brackey swings the hammer without turning back, and Siri and Haraval, who arrive one step late, help Brackey confront Camelot's ghosts.

‘He's crazy, but he's strong. The Knights of the Round Table were each worthy of Valhalla's finest warriors. ’

Kuulin quickly said. Taejo simultaneously activated the warrior of Idun and the warrior's armor. Kaladbolg is too powerful and has difficulty operating in melee warfare due to its malformed appearance.

After defeating the corrupt hero La Krissa, Blade of the Magic Blade exudes intense energy thanks to pieces of the unknown sword.

Taejo sped down the open road between Braki and Haraval. You swung your sword at Moedred in an instant.

The sword collides with the sword. There was no sharp metallic sound. The morale emitted from the bogeyman Clarent swallows up the sound, not just Margaery Blade.

Moedred glances at Taeho with puzzled eyes. The Pokémon flicks its tail and cuts itself short.

Taejo concentrates. He breathes the power of God into the blade through the Milesian crest. You confronted Clarent's fraud and countered Moedred's attack.

The sword crosses the sword. It speeds up every time it strikes back and forth.

Braki and Haraval were unable to help Tahoe. Camelot's ghosts were so fast and violent that even in the second strike, Taejo and Moedred's workshops were so fierce. Siri, who was trying to find a way to help, also gripped the end teeth and turned the attack on Camelot's ghosts.

Athena knows the strength of the Knights of the Round Table as well as the Kuulin. She focuses on cleaning up Camelot's ghosts instead of snapping. With a burst of cold air, Valkyrie Ingrid and the Wandering Warriors rescued the Catarons from the river. The water rushed and the river was full, so I had to rush the structure.

“Taeho!”

Siri, who put an arrow in the crossbow, suddenly cried out like a scream. It's because Taejo's sword against Moedred was broken.

Taeho immediately made a Bain Blade again, but the origin of the original problem was elsewhere.

The power of the Bo Sword Clarent is immense.

It was only by the power of Idun that I had amplified.

And there was one more problem. Taeho had no choice but to realize that his opponent was one of the Knights of the Round Table.

Difference between swords.

A gap in skill that is so clear.

The enemies who have fought so far are almost all predators. Giants fought like animals by sparing their natural strength and agility, but did not use proper sword or martial arts.

Moedred was different. Though corrupt and treacherous, he was a knight of the Round Table.

Moedred's sword makes fun of Tao Ho. Taeho had no choice but to fight like giants. You confronted Moedred based on his physical abilities that you amplified with the warriors of Idun.

But the limits were clear.

Stand back! Keep your distance! ’

Kuulin shouts. Taeho tries to create a gap by exploding the power of Idun. But Moedred won't allow it. You wield your sword cleverly and push Taejo's sword against him. With Clarent's scam, you push the power of Idun, which Taejo was about to explode. It didn't stop the explosion itself, it controlled the direction of the explosion.

The tremor twists with a reaction to the force exploding in the wrong direction. And that's when Ingrid interrupted. She wields a harpoon-like sword to cut Moedred's waist. But Moedred was so easy to stop her attack.

“It's light.”

Moedred smiles and says. At that moment, Clarent, the bogeyman, gives out a huge hoax and swallows up Ingrid. Ingrid swiftly pulls out her sword and tries to avoid the scam, but it's too much. It was as if the sword had not fallen into engagement with the sword, and when Ingrid tried to give up the sword itself, it had already reached Ingrid.

Ingrid grips her teeth and swallows her screams. Taejo throws up at Moedred, and Moedred clearly sees Taejo's attack. You swing Clarent fast and heavy.

The vane blade is broken once more. Clarent's blade cuts deep into Taejo's shoulder.

It wasn't just a wound. As the tip of the blade digs into the flesh, Taeho feels a tremendous amount of pain. It was the influence of the fraud contained in Clarent.

Idun's strength quickly protected such a landslide. You stopped Taeho's spirit from being destroyed.

Bo Sword Clarent.

A sword that symbolizes the kingdom of the xenophiles living beyond Erin.

Camelot's Vivo reaches all the way to Olympus to its source.

Moedred was not taken for granted for a moment. He was elected a fanatic, but he was still a knight at the Round Table. He swiftly swung his sword to slit Ingrid's throat.

But Brackey did not tolerate it. The lightning strikes back and forth. I was worried that the aftermath would reach Taejo and Ingrid, but it was not the time to question that.

Moedred deflects the sword. The thunderbolt flickers with Clarent's scam.

Kuulin felt disheartened. The combination of Moedred and Clarent is overwhelming. The ultimate swordsman holds the ultimate blade in his hand.

This side had to carry at least an equivalent weapon. Even the aftermath of the surrounding area was crazy, I had to pick a Kaladbolg.

And that was the moment.

Merlin landed on the river, taking his hand to the sword instead of the cane. As the great wizard of Camelot, he discovered that Clarent had become more powerful than usual. The cause lies in the ghosts of Camelot.

Dozens were not all that could be seen. Thousands and thousands of ghosts were young in Clarent. It was the soul of many who died on the day Camelot was destroyed.

I had to set them free. And there was only one thing that could do that.

A sword that symbolizes the true kingdom of Camelot.

A single sword liberated by King Arthur from the rocks.

Merlin injected magic into the Caliban. I wanted to reimagine the glory of Camelot.

Moedred feels it. The ground disappeared at the same time. I approached Merlin quickly enough to feel that way.

Merlin saw Moedred like that. I looked beyond. Then you realize that you stop the magic you've been pouring into the Caliban and throw the Caliban straight into Moedred.

Why?

Moedred hesitates. But my instincts were ahead of me. You stopped the move you were about to swing Clarent and caught the flying Caliban.

Clarent vomits willingly. Moedred looks at the helmet with all sorts of emotions. You shredded Clarent and grabbed the Caliban's sack.

It pulls out like this. It holds the true sword of Camelot.

But the sword is not drawn. I didn't even feel the same as if the blade and sack were one.

Merlin laughs. I've seen such sights many times before. No one had the Caliban until King Arthur stepped up.

Moedred roars like an animal. You throw a grudge against the undefeated Caliban and provoke a fierce fraud.

However, the Caliban has not yet been drawn.

And the reason was so simple.

It wasn't because Moedred betrayed Camelot. It wasn't because he was a child who killed his father and king.

What Merlin realized in a moment.

The Caliban already had an owner. About a hundred years after King Arthur's death. The Selection Sword Caliban has already chosen its owner.

Moedred's sheath melts. The handle Merlin had made and placed was no different.

Caliban's blade is revealed. And it had a fever. You reconcile with the light in Moedred's clutches to try and grab it somehow.

Extinction.

It wasn't like that.

Moedred throws up an unbearable amount of aging and turns away.

The light was gathering. From the hilt of the sword, Taejo gripped the unknown name, particles of light gathered together to form the shape of the sword.

The sword of choice Caliban.

A sword that symbolizes the true kingdom of Camelot.

Taehodo now knows. I realized the name of the sword.

And it didn't stop there.

The Milesian crest told me. Caliban was talking.

I remembered Heda's face. I remembered what she said.

The sword of choice Caliban.

The legend itself is already legendary.

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Taejo swallows his breath. You unleash Idun's power on the Caliban. The light of innocence was burned.

I sublimated the legend in armor to create a new saga.

[Legendary Company]

It should be the glory of Camelot, like the sun.

[King of Camelot]

The Caliban vomits a clear cry.

I declare the birth of a new king.

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