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Upon hearing this, Hassan's heart stirred.

He hesitated for a moment and looked at Morgan, but he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"You're tempted."

Morgan's lips curled up as he affirmed, "You can't refuse."

"...I understand now."

Hassan broke into a smile, "I see, I completely understand.

"—You also want to rebel against the Red Calamity, don't you? You killed the Silver-Crowned Dragon and now aim to kill the Red Calamity as well? The first Angel Envoy to kill two Pillar Gods... do you plan to achieve the status of Celestial Marshal or even Pillar God with this feat?"

"Now it's out in the open."

Morgan smiled brightly, saying, "Then we are accomplices, dear.

"Just like the old days when the Heracelans triumphed over the Alk people... The knights, once weak, conquered the giants, relying on the resoluteness of not being bound or held hostage."

When the Knights of the Round Table captured Avalon back in the day, there were almost no natives left.

With the giants' cunning and depravity, it was impossible for them not to coerce these residents into betraying the knights or using their lives for moral blackmail—they had done so before, which led to Helquinn's death.

But clearly, the Knights of the Round Table were organized completely. The cold and determined Arthur was not fooled either.

So, the fate of those living in Avalon, kept as livestock by the giants, was predictable.

Morgan knew how Aiwass viewed this—an expert in Advanced Divine Art and Ritual Studies, he could surely see the symbolism in the war between the Red Hand Gang and Heaven City: it was symbolic of the Calamity Demon Dragon and the Silver-Crowned Dragon.

The rebels burning with furious flames, and the cold monarch seated high on the throne. Even the Calamity Demon Dragon saw it this way—Arthur truly believed Morgan was working for him, all for the sake of quickly assimilating the "Authority" within him.

Even the high and mighty Pillar God was deceived by Morgan!

And no one realized that within this grand ritual which would take tens of thousands of lives as sacrifice, there was another invisible ritual nested—

The Beneficent Lords of Heaven City, who love to use silver-white creations, can indeed be a representation of the Silver-Crowned Dragon; but if one looks at the entire Parthian Ancient Country, those Beneficent Lords may not necessarily fit the Silver-Crowned Dragon—they are more fittingly aligned with the giants of old Avalon, the "Alk people"!

Worshipping an ancient deity, maintaining human slaves as living sacrifices, barbaric, rude, and disregardful of rules—they even indulged in cannibalism. Compared to the Silver-Crowned Dragon, doesn't this more closely resemble the Giant King and Giant Priests?

Then, from a foreign land, possessing a shard of Celestial Marshal's strength, and used as a pawn by another Pillar God, leading a group to resist these "giants"... Even that one-night ambiguity with Arthur, Morgan flawlessly replicated it.

Rebellion overcomes tyranny. Civilized life subdues the savage. The new surpasses the old.

This is a power opposite to the "barbarous massacre of civilization"—

The war of righteousness, the wrathful rebellion. For freedom, not conquest; for protection, not plunder; for resistance, not suppression.

One monarch surpasses another, chosen over the one people detest... So, is the final victor the monarch?

Or the people who supported him?

It's like savagery easily defeating civilization, yet being reluctant to destroy the other's long-standing culture, instead trying to assimilate it... The process by which the Calamity Demon Dragon defeated the Silver-Crowned Dragon was too simply executed, so the Calamity Demon Dragon, which held absolute initiative, wouldn't be willing to obliterate the Silver-Crowned Dragon entirely.

When the Barbarian Clan attempted to learn from civilization, absorbing the other's strengths, their thoughts became controlled in turn by the enlivened civilization.

Just like the Red Calamity nowadays.

He wants to completely assimilate the Silver-Crowned Dragon, and thus he must carry this war to its conclusion. Because in the present world, peace prevails, there are few wars left to fight, let alone ones used to resist Authority.

Yet defeating the bad cannibalistic civilization, turning back to a clean and peaceful good civilization, letting people live stable lives... Isn't this also a concept belonging to "Authority" rather than "War"?

Hassan wouldn't see it, but in Morgan's pupils he gazed into, a blood-red flame burned.

This was the resonance of the War Path, evidence of the Red Calamity's constant infusion of power into him, influencing his thoughts.

And at this moment, in Morgan's left hand holding the magic wand, a small white dragon soul was restlessly spinning in the crystal stone upfront. It seemed to want to say something, but no sound emerged.

The Lord of Scalefeather once made a prophecy—

"...Morgan is destined to kill Arthur, the Red Dragon will overcome the White Dragon."

On the other side, in Heaven City, Aiwass was softly reciting the Lord of Scalefeather's prophecy.

This was information he had gathered over recent days... In the current situation of the Red Calamity's victory, this information was not difficult to find. The Red Calamity was spreading this prophecy everywhere, using it to prove that His victory was ordained by fate.

Putting aside how insecure this action appeared... Aiwass always felt there was something off about the content of this prophecy.

Of course, the prophecy made by the Lord of Scalefeather, who had stolen the Eight Diagrams' Authority, was a future that cannot be changed—that was a destiny already determined.

The power of destiny belongs to the Void.

Without a Miracle Power capable of breaking through the Void's blockade, even a Pillar God cannot change a predetermined destiny.

And evidently, neither the Silver-Crowned Dragon nor the Red Calamity had pieced together the "Miracle Power" from the Power of the Source River... This meant they couldn't alter their fates.

However... the cage of destiny also had its loopholes.

The Lord of Scalefeather hadn't specified exactly when this prophecy would occur or which Arthur would be killed by Morgan.

"The Silver-Crowned Dragon shot dead by her, after the real Arthur appears... Shouldn't he be called Voldemort?"

Aiwass murmured, suddenly sensing something amiss.

The "death" of the Silver-Crowned Dragon might be a scheme!

From this perspective, it would perfectly explain why he willingly let the Red Calamity consume him, why he tried so hard to preserve the complete structure of the Knights of the Round Table...

Because the real Arthur seems to be—

"—the Lord of War, Red Calamity."

Meanwhile, Morgan extended a hand to Hassan: "If you don't wish for war to engulf the land... then join forces with me."

"...With you? Or you all? Do you have any companions?"

Without hesitation, Hassan extended a hand as well, showing no fear of the acts of the Rebel Pillar God, instead full of skepticism in his voice: "I don't think that's something you can plan alone, does it?"

A female elf, whom he couldn't recognize, with a brief moment of blur then transformed into a troll male, followed by a dwarf female, then a half-elf male...

"...Ottolucus?"

He opened his eyes wide and exclaimed in disbelief, "Is it you?"

—It was back before he obtained the Celestial Marshal Shard.

It was when Mr. Grangai was crafting the prosthetic arm for him.

It existed as a phantom dwelling in Hassan's prosthetic arm, an "illusion" only he could see... a friend who had been compressed by the craftsmanship of the Magus Craftsman. He had long become a close friend with this spiritual body tethered to him.

"—Once there is an Arthur, there must be a Merlin... that's just right, isn't it?"

Ottolucus said with a smile: "That is my real name. Not a shred of falsehood. Brother."

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