Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Poof!"

A sharp arrow, carrying the whistling sound of the strong wind, passed through the forest beside the ancient Charles Road that had been closed for almost 12 years, carrying the body of a deer with a grass-green single horn, and penetrated deeply.

The trunk of an ancient tree beside the road caused violent shaking of the branches one after another.

A small team (10 people) of the Knights of the Round Table, wearing light green ranger costumes suitable for activities in the forest, shuttled flexibly in the Charles Forest, the junction of Wales and the main island of England.

This small group of knights with firm eyes were hunting wild game in the forest for their lord, with strong milky white fighting spirit burning in their bodies, and they were carefully observing their surroundings.

This temporary scout team, the knight on the far right, suddenly changed his expression, and fiercely pulled out the dagger from his waist. The milky-white vindictive sword was filled with fierce wind, and he slashed away the huge sword in front of him that blocked his eyes.

Shrub branches and leaves.

In an instant, an ancient and dilapidated castle over a hundred meters high came into his sight like a sleeping dragon...

Not far behind them, a large group of people and horses kept moving at a constant speed on the ancient Charles Road.

"I really didn't expect that."

"This once most prosperous trade route in England has become so desolate."

The voice of Rasmussen, the strongest spellcaster under Edward in the territory, the silver intermediate ring mage, and the dark necromancy specialist, echoed in the front row of the team.

Arturia was riding a tall Shire horse, with her golden fur lying softly on her head.

Her green pupils saw the avenue on the ground that was already covered with vines and weeds, and a trace of warm reminiscence flashed in her eyes.

At the bottom of her memory, that was when the Demonic War was still going on in raging fire, blood and rage. The most noble man in the entire archipelago took her young to inspect this strip of quilt.

The road known as the "lifeline of evil disasters".

To this day, she can still remember the big hand wearing rough knight gloves that brushed her head.

"Yes! You really can't underestimate that Blood Knight."

"Closing this road is really a vicious policy!"

Unlike the dull-haired princess who was reminiscing, classmate Edward who was next to Artoria put down the book "Supreme Magic Web and Meditation" in his hands and said with a hint of sigh.

"A vicious policy?"

Edward's judgmental words made the hair on Artoria's head twitch in confusion.

This obsidian avenue is 4,000 kilometers long and 60 feet wide, which is not narrow even in the modern society of the Marvel world. And every 100 kilometers, there are continuous bastions one after another.

The inn deeply showed Edward the miracles caused by the working people and magic in the magical world during the Demonic War. He has been amazed in his heart since he set foot on this road.

"I see!"

Obviously, after some advice from Edward, the silly princess, who has been experiencing Marvel's modern society for a long time, quickly understood everything.

She tightly relied on the reins on her mount and said angrily with a pout on her face.

The King of Wales, the Blood Knight Dyfed, was also the hero who dared to overthrow the Pendragon family that had ruled the English Islands for nearly 2,000 years. The reason why he forcibly closed the road that ran through Wales after the death of King Uther

It can bring him a huge amount of tax revenue and an extremely prosperous highway between the main island of England. The reason is plain and simple.

If the nobles and big businessmen in Wales still have teleportation circles stationed in various major cities in the magic world to communicate with their relatives on the main island of England and maintain respect for King Uther, then there are countless magic circles on the land of Wales.

Today, more than ten years later, the new generation among millions of ordinary people only know the King of Wales and have not heard of the King of Camelot for a long time.

"Ta! Ta! Ta!"

The small group of Knights of the Round Table who temporarily acted as scouts returned on their tall shire horses.

"Your Highness!"

The leader of the squad jumped down, stood in front of Artoria, and performed a standard knightly salute.

"We discovered a Socratic Magic War Castle from the ancient Magic Empire period 300 feet away from the middle section of the Charles Trail ahead!"

The squad leader's urgent words caused everyone to stop immediately.

"A 'Socrates'-style magic war castle?!"

"are you sure?"

Before Princess Da Mao, Edward and others could react, a soft voice full of surprise suddenly appeared from Edward's shoulder.

Alice's projection, specially made for free movement in the magical world, flaps six pairs of lavender translucent wings and emerges from Edward's shoulders.

The cute little thing hurriedly drew a bright strip of light in the space, came to the resolute-looking Clone Knight Captain, and asked, his delicate little face full of curiosity.

"Yes, I am very sure, Mother Goddess!"

Seeing his true creator, the knight captain lowered half of his head and said respectfully. As a result of the infusion of Alice's creation

At this time, several spellcasters in the team, except Edward and Rasmussen, reacted.

Godric, Rowena, and Salazar, who were following Rasmussen, looked at each other and couldn't help but show a hint of excitement.

"What is the Magic War Castle of 'Socrates'?"

Our dull-haired princess was not very clear about magic matters. She turned her head and looked at Edward with her watery pupils, revealing confusion and confusion.

"Based on the fragmentary fragments that have remained in our era and the history that has been examined from various relics over the past thousand years."

Seeing Arturia's cute look with her hair waving on her head, our Edward couldn't help but smile and explain.

"'Socrates' Magic War Castle is the ancient magic empire, the most basic war fortress under the 'Philosopher and Three Sages' spiritual magic system. It was also the first stop for training for spiritual arcanists of that era after they just graduated.

."

"As the most basic and common magic fortress at that time, it is not the first time that we in the later generations have discovered it in the more than two thousand years of history of this era. Each time, we can complete some foundations in the use of mental power.

Knowledge."

"oh!"

When she heard that it was the relic of a spell caster, the dull hair on Artoria's head instantly fell down listlessly.

As a knight professional who has only officially emerged in the Third Magical Era, the blond princess is not very interested in this ruins.

"But why is there a 'Socrates' Magic War Castle so close to the Charles Trail?"

After confirming the news, Alice flew back, sat on Edward's shoulders, and murmured in confusion.

Yes! Only 300 feet away, this 'Socrates' Magic War Castle certainly didn't stand there before the Charles Trail was closed.

Edward raised his head and looked at the ancient Charles Road that was submerged in weeds and branches and stretched into the forest in front of him, and frowned...

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"Sister, do you think we can meet His Highness?"

The girl with short brown hair and a cute round face split open a thick bush blocking the road on the slope in front of her with a fierce sword that did not suit her temperament.

The small round shield engraved with a silver cross flashed with light, and the milky-white vindictive energy wrapped in it rushed forward, followed by a wave of vindictive energy that spread out, throwing the broken shrub residue in front to both sides.

"Second Sister Gareth, those four magic organizations are now closed. Without the spatial positioning of high-level spellcasters, the teleportation array cannot guarantee safety at all."

"Your Highness, they can only take this ancient Charles Road!"

A young man with a weed in his mouth, white hair, wearing a brown ranger uniform and a cool expression followed behind the round-faced girl Gareth.

"Right! Big sister."

A streak of silver fighting spirit hit the young man's forehead quickly, making a soft sound of "Boom!"

"Ah! It hurts. Sister, what are you doing..."

The brown-haired girl with a round face pursed her lips and chuckled, while the white-haired boy squatted with his head in his hands, preparing to cry out in pain.

But before he could call out, a heroic female voice came from behind him.

"I've said it many times, Gahoris."

Under a head of silver hair that was as brilliant as the morning sun, a beautiful and heroic girl with an oval face and a pale golden sun pattern in the center of her forehead, wearing a blue cloak and mithril armor, walked out.

The bright sunshine, with its gentle breath, accompanied her footsteps like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

Seeing her is like seeing a newborn sun that shines on all things!

"You can call me sister."

"You can also call me, Great Knight..."

She looked at her younger brother who was squatting with his head in his hands with soft eyes.

"Your Excellency Gawain Orkney!"

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