Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"The song of the thorn bird, the flowers in the forest. 8 novel`"

"The sun shines on the sea, the immortal will of Uther."

"Charge against the devil, with blood, fire and sword."

"The epic of Camelot, the light of the Aegean..."

The Camelot opera that has been sung for a long time in the English Islands and records the last battle of the Demonic Disaster - "King, Facing the Demonic Disaster!" is being performed in this ancient city at the junction of the main island of England and Wales, Lockmi.

There was a sound in the city.

Accompanied by the melodious and passionate female voices, the holy Ys Opera Shining Stone Hall was illuminated brilliantly by countless bright and brilliant magic torches.

Countless citizens of Lokmis City, with their respective companions, stared intently at the troupe who was performing hard on the stage.

The noble men and women in luxurious clothes were divided into different small circles. In their own luxurious private rooms above the stage, they talked happily in low voices while enjoying this rare large-scale opera.

The Speaker of the Welsh Parliament of Nobles, Earl William, a handsome middle-aged uncle with straight black hair, with an elegant smile and his supporters, sat on a soft black magic wolf leather seat and talked about various events in Wales during this period.

event.

"Your Excellency, the news from Viscount Collier's family is that they seem to have discovered a great knight without any emblem of power!"

"It should be another wandering knight who benefited from the ruins of a certain magic empire!"

A slightly fat nobleman spoke in a low voice in this luxurious private room with a mysterious tone.

From the complex coat of arms of the red dragon family under the orchid of Milro on his chest, it can be seen that this is a hereditary noble viscount who is loyal to the Kingdom of Camelot.

"What?"

"Did another Xin Yun'er appear?"

"Is that the great knight?"

"How is this possible?"

"Why is the great knight wandering? Did he come from the main island?"

Great Knight! That is a powerful silver-level combat power, the pinnacle of power standing on the earth, and the natural top leader of any force in the entire archipelago!

If you can recruit that strong man into your family, then...

For a time, all the noble family heads present no longer paid attention to the beautiful Ys opera in the hall, and they started talking loudly.

"Oh? A wandering great knight with no affiliation."

Earl William clasped his hands in his fists, and with the thumb of his right hand, he subconsciously caressed the ancient and gorgeous William family heraldic ring on the index finger of his left hand.

This upright and mature gentleman frowned slightly and murmured.

He thought for a moment and then raised his head.

"No matter who among us is on the field, we have recruited this strong man."

Under the tight black silk stockings, the earl's sharp eyes swept across the entire private room. All the nobles present held their breaths. They stopped talking and looked at the earl.

"I will be happy to see you and send my best wishes to the William family!"

"but!"

The count's voice became more serious and serious.

"I hope that strong man will not be found by the so-called king in the Welsh city."

He looked at the viscount nobleman with the orchid flower emblem of Mirro.

"By blocking this news, the Herpach family caused a huge setback for the cruel pseudo-king."

"We don't need any more excitement now..."

"Bang!"

Before the count could finish his lecture, the gorgeous dark cherry wood door of the private room was suddenly opened, and a fully armed old man in a shining silver mithril knight's armor walked in hastily.

"Uncle Charles. What happened?"

Seeing the unconcealed surprise on the face of his own uncle, the Silver Middle Knight and the mainstay of the territory, Earl William sighed in his heart.`

Damn it, nothing serious will happen, right? Could it be that the old man from the King of Wales City acted preemptively and attacked us?

The old knight who was once sent to Hufflepuff glanced around at the crowd in the private room.

Everyone present was a member of the parliamentary aristocracy of Wales who were loyal to the Camelot dynasty. They were loyal allies of the William family and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"William."

The deep voice of Knight Charles of Hua echoed in the private room.

"The Hulpach family came to invite us to witness."

All the nobles' attention was focused on this glorious knight.

"Witness the coronation of Her Highness Arturia Pendragon!"

All the nobles couldn't help but stand up, dumbfounded as they listened to this earth-shattering news.

"Touch!" "Touch!"

This is the sound of two goblets slipping from their owners' hands and falling to the ground.

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The morning breeze blows the branches of the Welsh fluorescent maple trees.

Snowton Peak, known as the highest peak in Wales, the ice and snow covering the top of the mountain, under the bright sunshine of the morning sun, melted into three winding waterfalls of varying widths, sliding straight down the cliff.

Unlike the shocked nobles of the Welsh Assembly.

The ancient city that stands at the foot of the highest mountain in Wales, once the Welsh city of Ladis, and now the king of Wales, the owner of the city, the Blood Knight - Dyfed Ladis, took over the Helpach family.

When invited, he looked calm.

The main city gate square, which used to be filled with endless streams of citizens, was now blocked by thousands of city guards.

His head is long and brown, like a lion's mane, hanging loosely on the back of his head.

The cloak, as red as a blood donation, swayed in the morning breeze.

After the last demonic war, after the death of Uther, the only hero in the English Islands who established himself as king looked calmly at the rows and rows of formal knights in front of him.

The armor reflected the golden sunlight in the morning sun, and he held a long sword engraved with several alchemical magic patterns.

A total of 560 official knights and 6 silver warriors at the level of great knights exuded a huge power like mountains to this week!

All the strong men loyal to the King of Wales looked respectfully at the calm middle-aged man in front of them, accepting their own review by the king.

"Father, Hulpach can only lead three strong silver men!"

"Why don't we..."

A middle-aged man with a face that was 70% similar to the King of Wales, Dyfed, followed behind the hero and spoke out.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a young man next to him, also following the King of Wales, wearing a gray ranger costume.

"I said, dear brother."

"With the urinary temperament of our nobles, will we use all our strength?"

The young man glanced at the middle-aged man next to him with disdain.

"Hmph! Little Henry! You still speak such vulgar language, do you want me to teach you aristocratic etiquette?"

The strong milky white fighting spirit of the formal rank surged from the middle-aged man, and along with the heavy pressure of will, pressed towards the young man beside him.

"I'm still afraid of you, Grandpa Kenya. If you can't break through the Silver rank, your lifespan will be short!"

The second son of the King of Wales, known as Little Henry, also had a pale white fighting spirit. Although it was far less powerful than his eldest brother, it was still easy to resist the pressure of will.

Little Henry mocked with good intentions, yes, as a high-ranking Silver Knight with a lifespan of more than 600 years, and the first son of the King of Wales, Kenya Ladis has accompanied his father for nearly 100 years.

Time, based on the 120-year lifespan of a formal knight, if he cannot break through the silver in the remaining twenty years, he may die before his father!

And our old friend, the horse-faced Earl Michael, followed behind the three of them with an unlucky look on his face, looking at his nose and his heart. As the youngest son of the King of Wales, his background is far inferior to his two.

As an older brother, as a senior warrior, he walked cautiously at the end of the team, fearing that he would be caught by the two formal knights during the confrontation.

"alright!"

"You two, stop arguing!"

The thick voice of the King of Wales stopped the fight between Little Henry and Kenya, making Earl Michael behind him breathe a sigh of relief.

"After so many years, the throne I established has not been recognized at all except Wales."

He calmly glanced at his three sons and continued.

"So, I've been waiting."

Dyfed turned his head and looked at the not too dazzling rising sun in the sky.

"Waiting for the day when His Highness appears!"

Like the most dazzling mithril fighting spirit, it emerged from every corner of his body, one after another, fine and noble golden threads, rising and falling in the silvery fighting spirit boiling like a flame.

At the top of the Warcraft, Ottoman's huge will like a golden lion in the sky enveloped the entire city gate square. He turned around and looked at his knights.

"The glory of the Radice family will ultimately come from Pendragon's failure!"

"My warriors, go to Camelot!"

"Crack!"

All the knights half-knelt down towards their lord and shouted in unison.

"King of Wales, victorious!"

"King of Wales, victorious!"

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(To be continued.)

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