Chapter 241

【The young men laughed and joked, finally looking with fanaticism at the figure wiping a long sword, flames burning in their eyes.】

【"My King, who shall be our next target?"】

【By now, they were firmly convinced.】

【As long as they followed behind the King, who shone like the radiance of stars, they would surely realize the great wish of expelling all gods.】

【On the hillside.】

【The King, whose gaze seemed to look toward a future far beyond reach, turned back and smiled at the knights, who were covered in wounds yet filled with high spirits.】

【"The next one, you ask?"】

【"Then let it be Avalon."】

【"So many years have passed; it is time to fulfill the promise made back then."】

【The young men, most of whom had already started families, froze for a moment, then their faces flushed red.】

【"Really, really, my King? Are we going to storm into Avalon this time?"】

【"No way, my King, didn't they say that Viviane, the leader of the Lady of the Lake in Avalon, and you… hehehe."】

【"Get lost. If you ask me, Tyronoe isn't worthy of bearing the King's offspring. At the very least, it would have to be the Fairy Queen Tyronoe to make it meaningful."】

【"Hiss, that's a big shot nearly at the level of a Creation Goddess."】

【"Nu, isn't there a big shot right under your feet?"】

【The young men frolicked and played.】

【Pendragon, who already had children, looked at the King—who had liked watching the starry sky since who knows when, and who was like both a brother and a father.】

【Is it because you will eventually leave that you are unwilling to leave behind offspring?】

【Oh, my King.】

【Where exactly is your home to return to…】

……..

Reality.

Watching that sliver of imagery gradually fade away amidst the melodious music.

Many people suddenly let out a breath and began to breathe heavily.

137. The End of the Age of Gods… A High Song Belonging Solely to Humanity!

United Kingdom Dependency—Ireland.

"Is that how Britain was born?"

An Englishman, immersed in the magnificent mythological history, was filled with excitement.

"That's right, that's how our Britain was born, you Anglo-Saxon scum who usurped Britain!"

Beside him.

The native, who felt it more deeply, stared at him fixedly, breathing heavily as he was infected by the emotion, his eyes turning red.

"Bullshit, we came across the sea from the continent, we are also subjects of the Eternal King, and we also revere King Arthur. Who are you calling scum?"

From now on, you can insult him, but you cannot say he is not British.

The Englishman's eyes also turned red, and he threw a punch.

It was precisely when everyone was being infected and their emotions were at their most turbulent.

Many Irish and English people joined in, subconsciously grabbing chairs and water pipes, their eyes red as they fought, the riot gradually expanding and quickly spreading to several blocks.

By the time the English police arrived, it was already a bloody riot involving nearly one hundred thousand people.

After all, the Irish were few in number, and two fists could not fight four hands; they were already completely at a disadvantage, with only a few dozen people struggling bitterly.

The English began to show off their power.

"A bunch of mudbloods, worthy of recognizing King Arthur?"

"Just our former slaves, sigh, why didn't the Great Irish Famine we created in the past starve all you scum to death?"

The Irish were driven mad, playing with their lives with red eyes, but one by one they soon fell.

"We have been oppressed for thousands of years, and driven out of our own homeland…"

One of the last three, a young man with red hair, his eyes seemingly burning with flames, stood under the statue of King Arthur and roared in the Irish language of the Celtic linguistic family.

"Now, you actually dare to break into our territory and desecrate our ancestors!"

His reddish-brown hair moved without wind, and the anger in his chest was like waves.

"You are… Seek! Ing! Death!!"

Electric sparks danced in his deep blue eyes; feeling as if he contained infinite power, the young man raised his arm high and slashed down as if it were that holy sword.

To vent the infinite power surging within his body.

It was as if a dragon's roar sounded.

The tyrannical gale formed an angry dragon that roared, charging toward the mocking and sneering English crowd.

Waiting for the blood mist and fragments filling the sky to dissipate.

The rioting block became completely quiet.

Beside them.

The police officers who had been watching the show for a long time were stunned.

This was a big deal; it actually involved transcendent awakening.

Oh my god.

Could it be that the Irish really have the Dragon Factor sleeping in their bodies?

The next moment.

The young man who had caused such a tragic slaughter walked in front of him, raised his hand amidst his fear and trembling, and said with a calm expression.

"I request a face-to-face meeting with the official organization and to apply for a lawyer for me."

Soon.

The Irish local government refused to hand over the young man who had committed the horrific slaughter and granted him bail on the grounds that the tragedy was not the young man's subjective intent, but an instinct of magical awakening.

…….

Courtyard.

Luo Shu, who had easily stirred up violent conflicts in various places, smiled and withdrew his gaze; it was worth the effort he spent on the Divine Power Jade to manifest a sliver of the Dragon Factor for him.

He is a personality who can accomplish things.

Subsequently, he looked at the Sky Curtain.

It had been several months in reality; it was time for it to end.

Then let us begin…

The final ending.

……..

The fragmented images flashed by.

The Silver People have long lifespans; soon it was another unknown number of years later.

【"That apostle of the giant, Arthur, why do you still block my path?"】

【Half of the god's huge body was in the sky.】

【His roar was like thunder, his voice formed lightning, and merely the agitation of his emotions stirred up a great natural disaster.】

【"Have I not made it clear? The God King of Olympus, Zeus (Ancient Greek:??), is leading the gods to surround and kill the Calamity of the Gods, that King of Kings you revere."】

【The eyes in the sky still retained fear: "The white giant destroyed the pantheon, annihilated many civilizations, and came from the East. High mountains are the gravel under his feet, and clouds are the waves beneath his knees.】

【The God King Nuada has already died in battle, and the Sun God of Olympus has also been torn apart in the sky.】

【That is the mortal enemy of civilization, the trial of the masses.】

【Even if your King were to die, he would not be His match.】

【Let me pass.】

【I will become the King of the Tuatha Dé Danann, leading the gods to resist the White Calamity with you."】

【"Whether it is the white giant or the gods, they will all be defeated by us humans."】

【The pure white knight holding the holy sword remained unmoved: "So, Taranis, the main god of the Tuatha Dé Danann."】

【"Make your choice: leave and go to the Sea of Stars… or death!"】

【The pride of the god made Taranis stop persuading and instead face the edge of that holy sword.】

【The war of gods was on the verge of breaking out.】