The Infinite Journey of the Sage

Chapter 002 The Fall of London

west bank of thames

House

Big Ben

Prime Minister's Official Residence

defense headquarters

Buckingham Palace

Scotland Yard Headquarters

Westminster Abbey

Piccadilly

SOHO area

city ​​center

southwark

Everything is on fire, everything is burning.

Central government; St. Paul's Cathedral; Cabinet Situation Room; Trafalgar Square; Nelson Statue; Tower of London; British Museum; British Library; London Bridge.

All were blown to rubble, leaving only rubble.

Everything that came into view was already in ruins and a sea of ​​fire. Hell seemed to have descended on London, and the devil was laughing in the world.

London, with a population of eight million, has become a gathering place of death, a synonym for death, and a calling card of hell on earth.

The military song of the Third Reich was played on the airship in the sky, and the attack horn of the vampires was sung.

"How dare they...how dare they..." In the half-exploded Buckingham Palace, with blood flowing from her forehead and some injuries, the 80-year-old Queen trembled and looked at the palace that had fallen into a sea of ​​fire and turned into a hell. In London, she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you okay! Please take refuge with us!" A group of soldiers rushed in, holding L82A1 rifles, but obviously, this weapon has no meaning or use for vampires.

They anxiously called to the person they were guarding, the Queen of England, Elizabeth, the co-leader of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

"We won't leave." The queen turned her head, her eyes red: "They are killing our people, don't you see?"

"But Your Majesty, our duty is to put your safety as our first priority!" They are soldiers, but they cannot leave with the Queen tied up.

"Really... I understand." Her Majesty's face suddenly showed unparalleled determination.

The soldiers watched her slowly walking over and exhaled: "Then, we will escort you to the plane."

"No, we're not leaving. You guys, follow me!"

Her Majesty the Queen puffed up her chest slightly and spoke.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, where are you going?!" Turning a deaf ear to the soldiers' calls, Her Majesty the Queen took the lead and walked forward.

Helplessly, these soldiers could only follow Her Majesty the Queen as she moved around Buckingham Palace.

Her Majesty bypassed everything in Buckingham Palace and finally came to a basement door.

The soldiers looked at each other and watched Her Majesty the Queen open the door with a personal key.

Then he ignored the musty smell inside and continued to walk quickly to the front. The soldiers followed the queen and looked at everything here curiously.

This kind of bluestone does not look like a modern building at all, but rather looks like the architectural style of the 16th and 17th centuries.

What is this place?

They followed Her Majesty the Queen as they walked all the way inside. They found that this was a slightly sloping road, but as it went down, the angle became larger. After walking for almost ten minutes and about one kilometer, everyone looked at the road in front of them. This huge bronze door revealed a cry of surprise.

Her Majesty the Queen once again opened the door with the second personal key. It seemed that the door that had not been visited for decades was still pushed open easily. But without that key, the door would be a modern explosive. A huge defense that cannot be exploded.

"Your Majesty, what is this place..." The commander of the army followed Her Majesty the Queen and said anxiously: "If you waste your time..." He suddenly froze, dumbfounded, stunned, and looked at The thing standing in front of me in the middle of a huge circular building...

Under the light shining from nowhere, a man lay peacefully in a transparent crystal coffin, as if sleeping.

But the person in the coffin will not fall asleep.

There is only death.

"Your Majesty, he is..."

"He is our ancestor, the sage of Britain, the prince of Camelot, and the husband of King Arthur... He is..." The queen tremblingly took out the last key, which was a The crystal clear crystal, rhombus-shaped, looked extremely dazzling. The queen stood up on her tiptoes slightly, raised her hands high, and then embedded the rhombus-shaped crystal into the groove of the crystal coffin.

The light rose faintly, and the light shining in from the outside was slowly absorbed by the coffin.

Then the coffin slowly... disintegrated, disappeared, dissipated, and was absorbed by the man...

Then, the man slowly raised his hands, pushed himself up, and slowly stood up straight.

"Who are you?" The man closed his eyes and didn't even open them. He didn't seem to be able to see anything, but he looked at all of them without any hesitation and accurately found the word plural.

"Please save us, no, please save London!!" Her Majesty the Queen, who was in her seventies, knelt in front of the man without hesitation, grabbed the man's clothes, and shed tears.

She is different from those ignorant young men.

The young soldiers would still question the man, but she had already confirmed the legend when the man was resurrected.

Thirty years ago, or forty years ago, she could no longer remember the time. Before she was about to succeed to the throne, that old father was trembling and showing his age that night, just like her. Now, he brought her, who was young at the time, to this place, opened the door, and showed her this man.

This man was still sleeping here as if he was asleep forty years ago, still so young, still so peaceful.

Forty or thirty years later, she stood here again, opened this seal, this lock, and released him.

It's like a beast raised by HELLSING. After opening it, it takes a lot of effort to control it.

And what kind of commotion this legendary man with great scheming will cause after he comes out, and how out of control he will be, is no longer the time to care about that thing, just like what she said.

"Please save London."

"Although I don't know what happened, I know..." Kailar smiled softly, gently pulled her up, gently wiped the tears on her face, and then handed her over In the hands of those soldiers.

"You are her guards, right? Take care of your master."

He handed her old and skinny hand, which was like orange peel, into the captain's hand, then turned around and walked out the door.

"Wait, what are you going to do..." The captain's face was so confused that he didn't know what expression he should use to deal with all this.

"What am I going to do?" Keilal turned his head and smiled.

"As she said, I'm here to save your London."

…

PS: Alas, it seems that it is indeed an unpopular old show, and the subscriptions dropped a lot instantly... It seems that writing a book based on love is really unreliable...