Chapter 277: with translation of chapter title

In his later years, King Arthur, severely wounded, caused his legend to end; some say he died, others say he was taken to Avalon to heal his wounds, and will one day reappear.

So, how did this wound come about?

King Arthur had an illegitimate son, whose mother was his half-sister Morgan.

However, King Arthur did not intend to have an affair; rather, Morgan used a love potion that made him see her as his wife Guinevere.

Although King Arthur spent only one night with Morgan, she still succeeded in obtaining a child carrying his bloodline.

This illegitimate son was Mo De Lei De, who later rebelled and led to the kingdom's downfall; King Arthur and he were both uncle-nephew and father-son.

Later, when King Arthur personally campaigned in France, he left Mo De Lei De in charge of the kingdom.

This shows how much King Arthur trusted him.

But Mo De Lei De was unworthy of King Arthur's trust; realizing this was a rare opportunity, he spread rumors throughout the land that the king had died in battle and sought to forcibly marry Guinevere.

It is worth noting that Guinevere, having previously witnessed King Arthur's meeting with Morgan, bore a grudge; later she fell in love with Lancelot for various reasons, and the two became famous for their Platonic spiritual love,

Nevertheless, this also suffices to show Guinevere's great charm, capable of enchanting two knights.

Upon hearing the news, King Arthur hurried back to Britain.

In the Battle of Camlan, both armies suffered heavy casualties, with blood flowing like rivers.

King Arthur ultimately killed Mo De Lei De, but he himself also received a fatal blow from Mo De Lei De.

Most of the Round Table knights perished, leaving only one knight beside him, Bedivere, who accompanied Arthur away and threw the King's Sword back into the lake.

At this moment, British time, one o'clock in the afternoon.

Yu Lin, following the location information given by Su Qu, went straight to the mountain region of Wei Er Shi.

England, Su Ge Lan, Wei Er Shi, and Bei Ai Er Lan together constitute the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Bei Ai Er Lan.

Wei Er Shi has a longer history than England; its people are descendants of the Celts and the original inhabitants of the British Isles.

Upon it appeared many powers, once glorious for a time.

Even later, when Gaul was subdued by Caesar the Great and England was annexed by the Roman Emperor Claudius, Wei Er Shi and Su Ge Lan were still resisting invasion.

Yu Lin stood at the mountain entrance, gazing out, seeing only a vast expanse of lush greenery, with rolling forests.

On the mountain trail, faint figures of hikers, some fully equipped, some lightly dressed, could be seen.

Then, from behind him came a calm English inquiry with a British accent: "Sir, are you also here to hike?"

Yu Lin turned his head and saw a group of four approaching.

Two men and two women, appearing like a family.

Among the two men, one had light brown hair, blue eyes, and deep features, a youthful handsome guy;

the other was a middle-aged man about forty, with a head of blond hair, the one who had just asked the question.

Both women had striking blond hair, lovely faces, standard Western European beauties, one older and one younger.

All four wore professional mountaineering jackets, carried backpacks, presenting a standard outdoor expedition outfit.

They looked like a family.

Their gazes fell upon Yu Lin's Eastern face, each showing a fitting degree of surprise and curiosity; indeed, Asian visitors are rare in this relatively remote Welsh mountain area.

Facing the question, Yu Lin gave a slight smile and replied:

"No, I'm here to find someone."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man showed a hint of surprise, evidently this answer was unexpected:

"Did your friend get lost while playing here?"

"No," Yu Lin shook his head, and then his following words instantly froze the expressions of the four opposite him:

"They have gone missing."

「........... 」

The air seemed to congeal at this moment.

The ease and curiosity on the faces of the family of four instantly faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

After all, although the probability of an accident while hiking is low, if it does happen, it is quite normal.

At this moment.

The young woman spoke: "Dad, shall we not go today?"

"I feel this is a bad omen; today's weather was never as good as before!"

"Let's find another time to come, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, the man thought for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed, safety comes first."

"So today we won't..............."

Boom——!!!

A deep, thunder-like sound, yet even closer to the ground, suddenly came from afar, forcibly cutting off his words!

The tremendous sound made the ground seem to tremble slightly.

The man, about to say "go back," had the words catch in his throat; he abruptly lifted his head, followed the sound, and gazed toward the deep mountains behind Yu Lin—

The next instant, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted from shock, and all color drained from his face!

Only see, in the distance, an isolated mountain peak, near its summit, at this moment undergoing a terrifying collapse!

Massive rocks mixed with soil and trees poured down like a breached flood, emitting a deafening roar and raising clouds of dust!

And upon that collapsing mountainside, a few tiny figures in bright climbing gear were desperately fleeing, seeking shelter, but before the overwhelming force of nature, they appeared so feeble and helpless, as if the next moment they would be utterly swallowed and destroyed by that devastating torrent.

"Oh God……"

The middle-aged woman beside him covered her mouth and let out a terrified whisper.

The other three likewise wore faces of horror and disbelief.

Yu Lin, however, felt a spark of interest.

There are intense energy fluctuations beneath this mountain peak, as if someone is fighting down there!

It might very well be that missing team!

Yu Lin waved his hand, and just as several hikers were about to perish in the mudslide, they vanished; when they reappeared, they were already at the entrance of another mountain range.

Afterward, he walked forward.

But before he had taken a few steps, a middle-aged man grabbed him:

"Sir, don't you see the danger?!"

Yu Lin turned to look at the middle-aged man, a hint of doubt on his face, and countered:

"Danger? What danger?"

The middle-aged man was stunned by his reaction, then, somewhat exasperated, pointed ahead at the mountain still rumbling and collapsing, dust filling the air:

"Mudslide! Mountain collapse! Can't you see it?! Such a huge commotion—people will die!"

Yu Lin followed his gaze, looked up again, his tone still flat, carrying that bewilderment that drives people mad:

"Is there?"

The middle-aged man almost doubted his own existence; he even began to wonder if Yu Lin had vision problems or was frightened stupid!

He lunged forward, trying to force Yu Lin to see that terrifying reality—

But the instant he raised his head, his whole body froze as if under a paralysis spell, stuck in place, his pointing hand locked in midair.

He opened his mouth wide, emitting a 'hah-hah' inhalation sound from his throat, yet couldn't utter a word; his face was filled with utter shock and bewilderment.

Because before his eyes, what should have been a scene of chaos—rolling rocks, flying dust—had vanished.

The mountain peak stood intact in its original place, lush trees covering its slopes, as if the apocalyptic scene moments before had never happened.

The sky remained somewhat overcast, but the mountains were tranquil, only the rustle of wind through leaves could be heard… and… the faint, excited chatter of a few hikers far off, sounding like survivors after a catastrophe?

They too seemed dazed, looking at each other, checking themselves, as if just awakened from a nightmare.

Everything had returned to normal, as if the earlier heart-pounding events were merely a collective hallucination.

"How… how is this possible…" the middle-aged man muttered, his mind blank, utterly unable to comprehend this defiance of common sense before his eyes.

Yu Lin said nothing more, gently broke free of the man's still somewhat stiff hand, and left with one sentence:

"You're a good person; God will grant you a healthy life."

Only when Yu Lin's silhouette disappeared around the bend of the forest trail did the middle-aged man finally snap back to his senses.

He gazed in the direction Yu Lin had gone, then looked at the now peaceful mountain peak, his face filled with awe.

He instinctively made the sign of the cross on his chest, murmuring softly:

"God bless… a divine miracle… this must be a divine miracle…"

But as Yu Lin departed,

their family's memories were also erased; the only thing they knew was:

"Today is not a good day for mountain climbing."