Chapter 393：

Kahnri is Camelot's front shield, and its strategic significance is equivalent to Shiro's northern barrier line of defense.

But Votigeng said to give up and gave up, and brought back Camelot... Did you notice Skaha?

Want to concentrate your forces to destroy Skaha first?

However, even if this is the case, there is no need to give up Kahnri...

"Wang, do I want to occupy Karnli?" Altria asked.

"Things are different, don't act rashly." Shi Lang said.

"Yes!"

Shi Lang looked at Mei Lin and said, "Mei Lin, you use [Clairvoyance] to look at Camelot and see what Votigeng is doing."

"Isn't he right here?" Merlin pointed to Votigeng who was provoking amidst the beasts.

"Stop talking nonsense," Shi Lang said, "Let's take a look!"

"Okay!" Merlin nodded and observed for a while, then he was stunned.

"What's the matter?" Shi Lang asked.

"Look... I can't see it!" Merlin said.

"What?" Shi Lang was taken aback.

"It's blocked! The clairvoyance is blocked, just like your [evil] is to clairvoyance. Now Camelot also has something similar to your [evil], which has blocked the clairvoyance!" Merlin shed cold sweat. .

Shi Lang frowned.

At this moment, Morgan, who was full of air, suddenly covered his chest with a painful expression on his face.

"What's the matter, Morgan?" Shi Lang walked over, helped her, and asked with concern.

Morgan grabbed Shiro's hand and said with a pained expression: "Someone...someone is conceptually stealing my power...!"

With a "bang", in the distant sky, a beam of blood burst into the sky, reaching the sky.

Above the sky, a large **** technique appeared, which made the sky all red.

"Dead, die..."

"My life, my life..."

...

The breath of resentment wafted from the blood-colored pillar, and Shi Lang could still smell it clearly even at a long distance.

"Then...what is that?" Shilang's eyes shrank sharply.

That **** light, that technique, exudes an ominous breath.

Make him faintly disturbed.

Votigung, what are you doing?

Shi Lang was puzzled.

However, what Shilang didn't know was that Votigeng, who was standing in the beast tide, changed his complexion when he saw the blood-colored pillar.

"Mexis...Mexis...you...!"

As a god, he has a rare panic on his face.

He didn't care about continuing to scream, but let the monsters launch a fierce attack, and he rode the monsters quickly back to Camelot.

"Mexis, my friend... I forbid you to do this!"

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"Master Mexis... Master Mexis..."

"Why..."

"Help me..."

...

The scarlet ritual technique, at the cost of tens of thousands of lives, appeared in Camelot's land.

The evil breath appeared.

"I'm sorry."

Mexis showed an apologetic look. He lowered his hood, stood in the center of the technique, and continued his business.

"Uther's kingdom, the scales of the white dragon, the blood of the red dragon, and the hair that inherits the power of the island."

"Conceptual fusion is enough liberation."

"This will be the final punishment of the gods."

Mexis collected things by himself and threw everything into the ceremony.

He turned his back and looked at the people who had died, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Sorry... I am not qualified to be forgiven by anyone, so please keep, keep, resent, and blame me."

Mexis sighed.

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Skaha, who was deep behind the enemy line, looked at the technique of Skyrim, instinctively a little uneasy and depressed.

But still led his troops to rush to the past.

She could feel that it was an evil, ominous ritual.

What exactly was the ceremony used for, Skaha didn't know.

When the gods were still active, she became the queen of the dead and the lord of the kingdom of shadows. She was not familiar with the British Isles, let alone what was on the island.

She just needs to complete her task as soon as possible, that's enough.