Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"bump!"

This is the sound of a beautiful clay pot being roughly thrown to the ground.`

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Countless fragments of pottery pots embroidered with golden swan patterns were jangled on the smooth obsidian ground.

"Damn Hufflepuff, that country rat from Rhineshire! He actually has at least two, no! Three silver masters!"

Earl Michael, a horse-faced man with snow-white foundation, held a secret letter and sat angrily in the study of the Earl's Mansion in the East District of the King of Wales. Behind him, two good-looking maids looked down at their toes timidly.

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After participating in the terrible Hufflepuff knighthood ceremony not long ago, this left an indelible impression on the third son of the King of Wales, Dyfed Radis, who mainly grew up in the peaceful period after the Demonic War.

Remove the shadow.

During this period of time, he woke up suddenly from his dreams countless times. Every time he opened his eyes, he seemed to see the nightmarish sky full of exploding flesh before his eyes.

Therefore, Earl Michael, who was always ready for revenge, sent his own personal elite manpower to pay close attention to every move of the Hufflepuff Territory.

Although the Hufflepuff Territory has a strong silver man, he is far from being a son who is not favored by the King of Wales, and the little court earl can peep at him.

But who knows that there won’t be opportunities for robbery and wanton revenge in the future? Don’t forget, didn’t the old baron of Hufflepuff have an accident in an unexpected place?

"What do they want to do?"

Earl Michael anxiously clasped his hands behind his back, holding the secret letter tightly, and walked back and forth in the study.`

If it weren't for the capable people he sent out, including his close followers who had grown up with him and signed a magical contract, and could be absolutely trusted. He would definitely think that this secret letter was simply a joke on his brain.

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The glorious trial of the high-ranking knight! A legion of 500 official-level knights! Plus the silver caster who gave him nightmares!

Damn it, let’s not talk about how so many terrifying existences appeared. Can a hereditary baron provide the training resources needed by so many strong men?

Not to mention, the secret letter also contained that distinguished surname that had disappeared for nearly 20 years - Pendragon!

"no!"

"I have to tell my father as soon as possible!"

Although Earl Michael usually lives a rather arrogant and exaggerated life, the aristocratic education passed down for thousands of years in the magical world is obviously not without its merits.

Once the rumored descendant of the surname officially appears, the throne of Wales that he longs for will be on the verge of collapse!

"Bang!" he closed the door with a sound. He didn't even have time to tidy up the already somewhat messy palace noble attire, and walked towards the center of the royal city, the palace where the King of Wales was...

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"Don't you need to hide your identity?"

"With our strength, do we need to hide it?"

Three days have passed since that shocking battle between the glorious knights.

The colorful magic crystal lamp illuminates the large round redwood table under the castle's meeting hall.

Helga, who was wearing the most fashionable dress of the Holy British Empire and the London Fashion Week, leaned elegantly on the chair and responded to the question of Lancelot, a knight girl with a majestic knight's armor sitting opposite her, wearing a majestic knight's armor.

That's right, the person who appeared in the meeting hall majestically was none other than Helga, who was originally supposed to be left to guard the Holy British Magical World.

"Also, don't say 'you'!"

"It should be us!"

Helga glared proudly at Arturia, who was sitting at the center of the large redwood round table.

Standing there, classmate Edward gave her a helpless smile. After all, the so-called left-behind personnel only need to make decisions when the people below need to make decisions.

The gate of time and space located in the black forest near Patch City has never been closed since Edward came to the magical world.

Because once the portal is closed, there will be no connection between the Marvel world and the magical world, and the time flow will separate like two parallel lines with no intersection. With the 2000:1 timeline flow of the two worlds, a day in the magical world

But it’s roughly equivalent to 6 years in the Marvel world!

After Edward's intervention, the magical world is changing with each passing day and developing extremely rapidly. Edward does not want to lose his due control because of time. After all, the real OSSs behind the scenes of the Marvel world have not yet appeared!

As long as you stay honestly not far from both sides of the Holy White Gate that crosses the world. As for the Holy White Gate in the Marvel world or the Black Forest in the magical world, it doesn't matter!

But after all, we can't go far, right?

Edward seemed to be in distress, but he smiled proudly in his heart. My dear sister, do you think I am unprepared for this situation?

"Okay! Sister Helga!"

He calmly looked at Lancelot, who was sitting in the middle left side of the big round table.

"Now that I have passed the honor trial, I have signed a follower contract!"

"So!"

He paused deliberately. In his lavender pupils, the vast and boundless mental power was as turbulent as the sea.

"The Royal Knights of the Round Table of Camelot, welcome you to join, Grand Knight Lancelot!"

Looking at his lord's fiancé, Lancelot, who had gained a certain understanding of the strength of the Hufflepuff family in the past two days, nodded very solemnly.

Including himself, this so-called barony already has 5 silver knights and 5 silver spellcasters. With such strength, it would be possible to drag it to the Holy Continent of Obalo and destroy more than a dozen small principalities and kingdoms.

No problem at all.

Not to mention, I can't see the true strength at all. The man standing in front of me, damn it! He can't be a legend...

"After this period of adaptation, it's time for us to make the next step!"

Edward was not interested in understanding what was going on in Lancelot's mind. Alice, who was sitting on his shoulder, glanced at the stunning young knight in front of her with great interest and blinked her big eyes. She didn't know.

What kind of little idea are you planning?

"But the competition ceremony of the Holy Stone of Metal is still more than half a year away..."

Helga looked at Edward in surprise. At the end of the last demonic war, the scarred Lord of the Camelot Dynasty of Britain, Uther the Great, left his last words. He pulled out the King's City of Camelot and inserted it into the Holy Stone.

After the last words of the King of Britain and Camelot, almost every year at the end of the year, countless nobles and knights from the British Isles flocked to the King of Camelot.

The royal city of Camelot wants to pull out the holy sword that represents power and the throne.

Year after year passed, although no nobleman or knight had ever pulled out the holy sword in the Metallic Stone and became the master of Britain and Camelot.

But during the journey to the sword-drawing ceremony, countless nobles and knights became friends and lifelong partners, making it the most precious experience in their lives.

And the last words of drawing the sword and proclaiming the king gradually spread from the nobles to the people. Now, even the common people in Wales, who have proclaimed themselves king and are the most active in eliminating the remaining influence of the Camelot dynasty in the British Isles,

Almost everyone knows this story.

Therefore, in view of its huge influence among the common people and the fact that there is a place for communication and experience in the aristocratic circle, several high-ranking nobles in the British Isles simply took the lead and fixed this sword-drawing ceremony. At the end of each year, in Camelot

In the city, all the knights and nobles gathered together on the pretext of drawing their swords. The men competed and drew their swords, and the women held banquets and got married.

"I don't want to wait that long!"

"In the name of Artoria Pendragon, the daughter of Uther and the Grand Knight of the Camelot Dynasty."

The golden-blue-eyed girl rarely interrupted Helga's words. She stood up suddenly, the hair on her head swaying from side to side excitedly.

"Invite all nobles to attend my coronation ceremony!"

For a moment, the domineering side leaked!

······(To be continued.)

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