Chapter 632 I love watching women fight
Southern border, dense forest.
Accompanied by a suppressed low cough, Loen stood up from the huge conical pit that was a hundred meters deep, waved his hand to brush away the thick smoke and dust around him, and looked around.
The scene was beyond recognition.
The land that was struck by this force from outer space sank over a large area, and the soil melted by the high temperature turned into scorched magma and gathered in the low-lying areas. In the red light, creepy bubbles emerged.
Under the strong shock wave, all the nearby rocks collapsed, the forests burned violently, and the thick smoke with the smell of sulfur and the pale ashes after the incineration of materials were scattered by the wind.
Behind the flames, the land was littered with the withered and tangled roots of plants and the corpses of animals curled up in the ashes. The various strange-shaped remains together weaved together a daunting picture of hell.
According to rough estimates, an area as large as a large city was destroyed in an instant, leaving only devastation.
“That was a close call…”
Altria poked out her disheveled golden head, raised her dirty face, and looked at the purgatory-like scene, feeling a lingering fear in her heart.
If her teacher hadn't protected her immediately, she would have died in this sudden attack.
I was saved by the teacher again.
The Knight King looked up at the handsome half profile, his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and his face became hot. He didn't know whether it was because of the scorching heat waves around him or the accelerated flow of his own blood.
Just as Altria was distracted, the ground beneath her feet shook violently.
“Buzz!”
A band of light interwoven with golden and blue patterns gushed out from the earth veins, transforming into a spiral light anchor that shot into the sky, forming a giant pillar connecting heaven and earth.
Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth light anchors emerged from the ground one after another.
In the end, the number of light anchors emerging from the earth veins rose to as many as twelve.
Countless ogham characters are faintly visible in it, and golden stardust peels off from the inside of the light anchor and sprinkles on the earth, bringing a unique rhythm and resonance.
As the stardust fell, the magical factors in the range began to riot, and everything on the ground was distorted and out of control at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Land degradation and crop failure;
Water sources dried up and forests withered;
Storms are raging and life is gone.
The raging ether turbulence rolled up the dim sand and dust, exposing the barren soil. The dim sky and the cracked earth formed a shocking doomsday scene.
Order seemed to be breaking down, the world seemed to be dying.
Seeing this sudden change, Luo En's head hurt even more:
"What Wuji's mother said is right. The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie."
"What?" Altria asked subconsciously.
"Nothing. It seems your three sisters have set us up."
Lorne replied casually, his eyes turning to the remaining hilt of the sword in Altria's hand.
"Remember the other effect of the Sword in the Stone that I told you about?"
"You are the key to my divine work with my mortal body. As long as time is enough, you can help me activate the earth veins and rebuild the foundation of divinity."
"But the key in your hand has been broken, and you can no longer build your divine career step by step."
"You mean to say that this is why King Pellinore challenged me to a duel?"
"more than!"
Lorne shook his head, looked at the twelve huge light anchors standing between heaven and earth, and the world that was undergoing a rapid change, and snorted coldly,
"Destroying the key in your hand is only the first step. Their real goal is to awaken the second key in the earth veins and return the world to Danu's control."
"The second key in the earth vein? Are you referring to these twelve holy spears? But when were they buried in the earth vein..."
Altria was slightly startled, and the answer came out of her mouth.
"The twelve holy nails that [purify] the earth veins!"
In order to clear the accumulated disaster power in Britain, she led the Knights of the Round Table to fight twelve dynastic wars. Every time they conquered an area, the fairies would embed a [Holy Nail] into the earth veins, under the euphemism of purifying the earth veins.
Now it seems that the so-called "Holy Nail" that purifies the earth veins is actually the spirit of the Holy Spear Rongomyniad.
The purpose is to replace the Holy Sword with the Holy Lance in the future, take away the "Destiny" to rule the world from her, and hand it over to the Great Mother Goddess Danu for control.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
At the same time, the twelve fully grown holy spears connected into a perfect circle, shrinking from the outside of Britain to the inside.
Wherever the light passed, everything was annihilated, the world collapsed, and all tangible individuals were decomposed into pure leptons and collected into the golden-blue vortex in the sky.
Looking at the strange scene in front of her, Altria's face was full of frustration:
"It seems that my three sisters don't intend to give me time to grow up. They plan to use the power of the Holy Lance to directly destroy this mental world. When the world collapses and everything is annihilated, my will and Danu's will will be forcibly merged. I have just lost the [Sword in the Stone] that represents Britain's destiny, and there is a split within the Knights of the Round Table. In addition, life is extremely short. I am afraid that the only outcome that awaits me in the end is to be assimilated by Danu's divinity."
"Well, it's a smart move to achieve the goal without having to fight directly."
Lorne nodded, with a playful smile on his face.
"But it doesn't matter, I have the goods too! Since they are doing the first day of the new year, I won't be polite!"
Then, under Altria's astonished gaze, Lorne raised his hand high, summoned a full golden cup from the silver-white vortex door, and poured it onto the ground.
At the same time, a holy and ethereal sound came from the sky, echoing in all directions.
“I declare: I kill, I give life; I wound, I heal.
What cannot be crossed is my palm! What cannot be escaped is my gaze!
All things are in order, and birth and death each follow their own course.
I will call back the disabled and the old.
Entrust to me, learn from me, and follow me.
During the rest time, I have not forgotten to sing, I have not forgotten to pray, I have not forgotten myself.
With my lightness, I can put down all the burdens.
Forgiveness is present, anointing and sealing.
Hallelify my name in this world, and pray for my kingdom to come. My will will be done on earth as it is done in heaven!
For the glory, majesty, power, authority, and kingdom belong to me.
From eternity past to now, and forever and ever!
—Look upon this with pity! "
Sizzle!
The amber wine turned into liquid gold, casting a layer of sacred golden light over the gradually collapsing world. As soon as the twelve shrinking holy spears touched the golden light, the countless Ogham trees inside were instantly burned and decomposed, and the momentum of advancement slowed down.
The lives that survived the siege of the Holy Spear's light raised their heads, looked up at the sky covered with the golden divine liquid, and worshiped excitedly.
How wonderful! How great! How loving!
Supreme Light, God above all gods, thank you for your protection and mercy.
Seeing that the Holy Lance's convergence was successfully stopped, Artoria couldn't help but wave her fist excitedly:
"Teacher, we succeeded!"
"Don't be too happy too soon, this is only temporary."
Luo En glanced at his beloved disciple and reminded him unhappily,
"To this [world], I am just an outsider. If I forcefully use too much power beyond my limits, I may be forcibly expelled. Therefore, the [Holy Grail] can only help you delay the erosion of the [Holy Lance], but it cannot be the key to victory. Finally, if you want to defeat the remnants of divinity left by Danu, establish your own divine career, and completely dominate this world, you still need one more thing."
"What?"
"A new key."
Loen glanced at the hilt of the sword in Altria's hand and spoke leisurely.
Then he leaned over, picked up an exquisite bronze bell from the turned soil on the ground, and shook it gently.
Along with a pleasant bell sound, a dreamy phosphorescent light peeled off from the small bell, and a misty water vapor rose around it.
At the end of the mist, there seems to be a blue lake.
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Misty forest, fairy city.
This gorgeous chalk city stands proudly on the horizon. The transparent invisible wind walls around it and the falling bright golden stardust keep thunderstorms and sandstorms out, keeping this perfect country spotless.
And on the top floor of the pure white tower, the goddess wearing silver knight armor slowly opened her golden eyes, looked at the outside world, and quietly overlooked the final scene of this farce.
The land, flowing with the sins of the old times, was saturated with blood, and the sky was scorched with flames.
People were like walking corpses, animals were like tigers and wolves, and all living things were wiped out.
Kill men, slaughter women, murder wives, and torture children.
Dogs were humiliated and killed, cattle and horses were killed with swords, fine horses were slaughtered, and lambs were killed with knives.
The earth's veins are clogged with countless corpses and boundless death, staring blankly at the dark iron curtain sky.
Existence is not allowed, life is not allowed, singing is not allowed.
Death and slaughter are the only things allowed to exist.
No matter how hard anyone struggles, they cannot stop the destruction of the past and the rebirth of the world.
"How boring..."
The goddess murmured to herself, her facial features like jade carvings, extremely delicate, yet lacking warmth; her eyes, dancing with golden green flames, were deep as the abyss, yet empty, as if she was just a puppet that had been injected with vitality.
It was not until the golden light pouring down from the sky turned into an iron wall, blocking the holy spear from convergence, that the goddess could not help but frown slightly.
A figure that seemed a little blurry and yet clear emerged in my mind.
Is it him?
There was a hint of inexplicable excitement in the goddess's empty eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
This is starting to get interesting.
The goddess then turned around and walked down the tower and came to the square in front of the Fairy Palace.
The setting sun gradually sank towards the horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled blood-red on the sky.
Twelve figures stood upright like javelins, with gazes of awe, worship, or complexity focused on the ancient goddess standing in front of the temple.
“As agreed, I will take control of the world and lead Britain into eternity.
But even if I can annihilate the enemy alone, I cannot restore order to this world.
Therefore, I need knights who can serve as my brothers and sisters, to carry out my divine will and implement my divine will.
Therefore, I have summoned all the nobles, hoping that you will become my helpers.
---certainly.
I understand that this action is incompatible with your beliefs. After all, it means giving up everything you once had and becoming enemies with your former close friends.
Therefore, whether you want to obey me, leave me, or join forces to defeat me here, I respect your choice.
Come on, make your decision.”
The goddess looked at the twelve figures in the square, her eyes calm and indifferent, without a trace of impurities or fluctuations, just a declaration of the future destiny of Celtic.
And behind her is the temple of God, the gate of heaven.
After a brief silence, the three fairy knights, Bagster, Bawanshi and Meilushin, took the lead and knelt on one knee.
Then, the great matriarchs of the six fairy clans stepped forward and swore an oath.
Finally, three human knights, Percival, Galahad and Bors, also joined in and pledged their loyalty to the other King Arthur.
The goddess nodded with satisfaction and said thoughtfully:
"Very good. From this moment on, you will bid farewell to the past and become my twelve Knights of the Round Table. You will carry out my will and complete the [Holy Inquisition]!"
"As you command, my king!"
Twelve figures responded in unison.
The shadows of twelve holy spears were projected from the sky and merged with the twelve newly born Knights of the Round Table.
With the support of the human pillar, the originally dim light of the Holy Spear lit up again, and the delayed convergence work began to slowly advance again.
Seeing this, the goddess on the pure white fortress slightly raised her right hand, and unparalleled majesty seemed to descend from the sky, forcibly opening up a path in the turbulent flow outside the wind wall.
The tightly closed door of the Fairy City slowly opened with a heavy friction sound.
Teams of fairy knights dressed in full armor, holding swords, shields, bows and spears, riding their war horses with scarlet eyes, marched out of the city and stood at the foot of the city, standing silently behind the twelve fairy knights of the round table, like cold machines waiting to issue orders.
"Go, fulfill your mission and lead the world's rebirth!"
Along with the indifferent declaration, the eyes of the knights under their visors were like lit torches, fanatical and blazing.
Boom!
The torrent, moving like a thunderbolt, broke through the storm area that had opened up a path, and then split into several branches, moving towards different directions, pouring into the old world that was about to be destroyed and then rebuilt.
Under the strong violence, under the torrent of steel, under the march of soldiers.
Everything will be on fire, whether they are armed or unarmed, whether they are naked, whether they have lost their children or weeping, whether they were once alive, whether the ground is covered with rubble, dust, or the spark that ignites the end.
All glory will be reduced to nothingness, and the meaning will be gone.
The soldiers filled the sky and the earth, and the stars and the moon disappeared.
Something that is incomprehensible and intolerable.
Make it destroyed, make it decline, the judgment is now.
All crimes and evil consequences must be wiped out with thunder!
All, all, as our Queen, the Saviour, ardently wishes.
Everything, everything, who will decide the fate of the world? You decide.
For the ideal city that is no longer far away!
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At the same time, in Camelot, the holy city of mankind.
"That is the truth. The divine war between Him and me is about to begin. The true ruler of Britain will be decided. You can choose to leave or fight. To be honest, our chances of winning are not great. No matter what decision you make, I will respect your choice."
On the throne made of silver and iron, Artoria, who had returned from the South, explained the truth to the only eight Knights of the Round Table remaining in the hall.
The knights smiled at each other and knelt down in worship.
Altria Pendragon, King Arthur, was dubbed the "Red Dragon".
Unify the princes on the island and protect Britain from foreign invasion.
The ideal monarch who built the chalk city of Camelot.
Trusted by everyone, loved by everyone.
More upright than anyone, more brilliant than anyone.
Together with the 12 Knights of the Round Table and numerous cavalry teams, they used the holy swords in their hands to wipe out the disasters on the earth and forged the glory of Britain.
...really, really, very good.
——How supreme it is! This body is the power of destruction!
——How pure white it is, this city is an ideal country!
——Its shape and shadow are our only faith and salvation!
Even more dazzling and more qualified than that illusory god!
They had never seen such a perfect king!
Since God wanted to destroy this miracle that they all supported and followed, then what was wrong with drawing the sword to the sky? !
Everything, everything, for our Queen!
Looking at the knights in the hall who chose to fight with her without hesitation and wield their swords at the gods, Artoria's heart was filled with emotion, and her original self-doubt disappeared.
Whether as a human being, as a king, or as a God.
I will never lose to another empty shell of myself!
Altria took a deep breath, took out a golden cup filled with divine fluid from the magic circle, and smiled at the knights:
"Everyone, I will give you my blessing for the final victory."
(End of this chapter)
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