That was the greatest monarch on this continent, the greatest monarch of the Kingdom of Camelot.
—King Arthur.
The legendary sword of the Eternal King.
This is because this sword of kings has slain countless knights and rebels.
Evil wizards and demons, rebellious dark elves, and dragons wreaking havoc in the town.
King Arthur single-handedly destroyed all the evil forces in the Western Fantasy Continent. Every race in the Western Fantasy Continent would show fear when they saw this sword.
This is the Chronicles of King Arthur, which every citizen of the Western Fantasy Continent can read.
Since King Arthur and the Queen disappeared, the Sword of Kings has also been lost.
I never expected it to end up in the hands of such an unknown boy.
Harold was both fearful and delighted, a greedy glint in his gray eyes.
If this sword belongs to him, then nothing on this continent can threaten him anymore.
Even the legendary paladins cannot.
Besides, it seems that the paladins have disappeared from this continent at some point.
Those loyal and fearless paladins, no one knows where they died.
They were abandoned by the gods long ago.
After the blinding light subsided.
The knights, like puppets, once again surrounded the boy and girl.
Cassius held the soft young girl in his arms, and ruthlessly swung his sword, instantly taking many lives.
The powerful force emanating from the swords made it impossible for the knights to get close to them.
"Step back!" came Harold's command.
The puppet knights immediately retreated, clearing a large space.
Harold leaped off the unicorn, wielding his gleaming sword, and walked toward the boy.
"Hand over the sword in your hand, you don't deserve it!"
Cassius raised his cold eyes and looked at Harold expressionlessly.
"Even hiding inside a human body can't hide the stench of your vomit, Mammon!"
Harold's face contorted, and his gray eyes instantly turned crimson.
"How could you...!"
This boy actually knew his 'real name'!
"Who are you?!"
Cassius's refined face remained indifferent, as if he had expected Harold's panic.
"Mammon, you'd better go back to hell, or else—"
The sharp sword exuded a fierce and chilling aura.
"—!"
Harold actually took a step back in fear, and then burst into wild laughter.
"Hahaha, now that you know my true identity, you should understand—"
"Even Arthur's sword of kings cannot annihilate me!"
Yes.
To completely expel or annihilate the demons from this continent.
The Holy Light must be used by Her Highness the Saintess of the Temple of Light.
"The Sword of Kings belongs to me..."
Harold suddenly lunged at the boy, his face contorted with dark blue veins, looking exceptionally terrifying.
Fu Sang clenched his fist tightly, almost wanting to stand in front of the little darling.
"Oh……"
The boy gave a faint smile, full of contempt.
The King's Sword emitted a dazzling light, unleashing a power powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth.
"puff--!"
Harold slammed into the wall, knocking it down and sending rubble flying everywhere, filling the air with dust.
The thick smoke and dust obstructed people's vision.
"Lord Harold!"
A hoarse female voice came from behind.
A disheveled woman in tattered clothes escaped from the prison.
As soon as Diana came out, she saw Harold being knocked away and immediately ran to the man's side.
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