Chapter 104: SLAY KING UTHER!

At the same time.

Deng Ken had already reached the foot of Cardiff’s hills; his army split into two columns—one heading for Cheshire, the other advancing on the capital of the Kingdom of Camelot.

“It really is a medieval castle!”

Deng Ken stood at the foot of the hill, gazing at the towering walls in the distance, his expression grim: “No wonder Camelot Kingdom is said to possess an impregnable fortress.”

If we launch a direct assault, who knows how many will die.

And King Uther is preparing to

Wang Chongyang kept reassuring himself: maybe it was just some connection between Donghuang Taiyi and Tian Wu, and Zhou Yaqi really knew nothing.

Xiao Jinlan wore a plain white long dress today, adorned only with floral patterns along the hem, cuffs, collar, and front flap—looking elegant and poised, exuding a pure and captivating charm.

Zhao Jingyi stared at Lin Xi’s expression, his face as stern as if facing a hundred thousand enemies; unconsciously, he straightened his back and tightened his abdomen, bracing himself.

Moreover, the Fire-Resisting Dragon Mirage Pearl is fire-aligned; to suppress its malevolence, you need something cold. The Golden Fire Mirage Pearl shares the same affinity—it might even explode if combined.

The leader of the Breakwolf Nation, Breakwolf, fled eastward with a small contingent of soldiers, knowing the Yuanyan Alliance’s scouts could not track them.

After exchanging a glance with Jia Xu beside him, he looked at Han Meng kneeling before him and asked again—this time, Liu Ye cleverly changed his line of questioning.

Wang Chongyang was first stunned, then remembered: the last time he’d seen Kong Xuan was before the Divine War, when he had claimed to be “Gu” from Pangu—and Kong Xuan had believed him, so he’d always called him “Great God Gu.”

It seeped into the fine sand beneath the snow, leaving no trace—just like Chunyu Yan’s outstretched hand, too late to touch, forced to fall helplessly.

Yuan Shao had deep ties with Zhang Miao; though his heart still burned with rage, he still intended to meet Zhang Miao before settling accounts with Liu Ye.

Isn’t it said that when something is yours, you don’t cherish it—but once lost, you can’t stop thinking about it?

Lin Ping’an also felt embarrassed, as all eyes were fixed on him.

The moment the lights turned on, Luo Ningning remembered how the glare had blinded her earlier in the game zone.

If he could improve his mental strength through these, achieving Saint Realm Mage within his lifetime wasn’t impossible.

Pei Shengye: “I’m surnamed Pei—I carry half Pei family blood.” He’s a madman—what even is a Pei?

He wasn’t some beast of burden; he wouldn’t empathize with these nations. If they wanted to exploit him, they’d better be ready to be controlled and extorted.

Shen Laicai nodded, his fingers moving like wind, instantly striking multiple points on Yun Yeshu’s chest and abdomen—the gushing blood immediately slowed.

Xu Qinghe guessed Bailing had already contacted that entertainment account, but even paparazzi have professional ethics—one piece of material can’t be sold to two places—unless you pay outrageously.

Just as Yue Mingyue’s eyes darted everywhere, avoiding Hua Ze’s gaze, Hua Ze finally spoke.

Everyone was stunned; Pei’s Second Uncle collapsed outright, barely steadying himself by gripping the sofa back.

Though only his eyes were visible in the photo, everyone present was an old acquaintance, and with Fan Yihan’s earlier remark, all knew this was Xu Qinghe.

Yet there was not a single soul fluctuation—no signs of life. A dead mysterious being? A being born and immediately extinguished? No—a being yet unendowed with life’s traits, awaiting the opening of the gate to life.

Zhu Baoguo poured wine as he drank, downed three cups, then poured one each for Su Xun and Zhang Can, smiling warmly at Su Xun.

“Zi—Zilong?” Seeing his younger brother suddenly appear, transformed beyond recognition, Zhao Feng could hardly believe his eyes, too overcome with emotion to speak.