Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"So, the Seven Deadly Sins haven't been completely sealed yet, and we still have a chance to seal them away, right?"

King Arthur asked the two men.

Sebastian said, "Who knows? History has been cut off, and everything can only be guessed from fragments of mythology."

"But we hardly have any other choice. Because the cost of failure is something neither of us can afford."

Britannia had not prepared underground shelters in advance. Shallow shelters built a few thousand meters below the surface were meaningless in the face of an impact of this magnitude.

King Arthur looked at Sebastian: "What did the Pupil Organization say?"

Sebastian looked at him and said, "Let's put aside our personal grudges for now, unite with other superhuman organizations around the world, and stop this disaster from happening!"

"We'd better pray that we're just overthinking things. But we also have to prepare for the worst."

"Because if the Seven Deadly Sins are truly revived, then we, the sixth generation of humans, will only be able to wait for extinction."

Sebastian spoke with remarkable calm, even though his words, once circulated, would shake the entire world.

Humanity is still too weak.

The most powerful superhumans are only at the bishop level. In front of a fully revived demon god, they are nothing more than ants, or at most microorganisms.

King Arthur leaned back in his chair, and the entire hall was unusually quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

They gradually lost their excitement at conquering the third level of Atlantis and found themselves in a new predicament.

"Then what else is there to say?"

King Arthur's deep voice echoed through the hall.

He leaned back on his throne and scoffed, "Since we can't avoid it, let's fight for the chance for humanity to survive!"

Sebastian straightened his back.

“There is a second option. We will contact the Pupil Organization and, as previously agreed, send a small number of people into the underground shelter they have built.”

"Or seek refuge in human settlements on Mars."

"Britannia has one hundred places."

King Arthur interrupted him directly, saying, "No need! Rather than abandoning my people like an insect and choosing to live a life of ignominy, I, King Arthur, would rather fight like a warrior!"

He stood up, his hands gripping the handrails, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the hall.

"The meaning of life is not in the length of one's existence! I would rather bloom brilliantly and then die! That kind of life is what truly deserves to be called life!"

King Arthur's words also inspired the other Knights of the Round Table.

Their lives were exciting; they fought, and experienced passions and joys that are impossible to experience in peacetime.

They fell in love with the thrill and excitement of battling against nature, and no one wanted to be a coward.

They would rather die fighting like heroes than die in battle!

In their own name, in the name of those legendary heroes whose codenames they bear!

"Then let's fight! I've never been to the moon before, so if I can die here, it's not so bad!"

"If we retreat now, what have all our efforts and battles over the years amounted to? There's no time to hesitate. Whether it's the Seven Deadly Sins or gods, demons, and monsters, let's wipe them all out!"

Merlin squinted and smiled, saying, "I think things are getting interesting! Perhaps it's not as bad as it seems."

"After all, those ancient civilizations that were far more powerful than us must have known all of this before we did."

"If they don't take any action, it means it's not a major event like the resurgence of a demon god."

King Arthur waved his hand: "You may be right. But even if a meteorite falls from the sky, humanity still cannot escape the fate of mass extinction!"

"No matter what, we have to take action!"

Merlin gazed at King Arthur's majestic and heroic figure, a look of tenderness and infatuation appearing in his eyes.