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Chapter 119 Sun Knight, Spiritual Space

Just as the light of dawn dispels darkness.

The sudden light dispelled the gloom in people's hearts.

As the British public's gaze shifted from despair to ecstasy, the 'Death Star,' which would bring destruction to them all, suddenly stopped a few hundred meters above the London sky.

A blurry figure radiating dazzling golden light appeared beneath the massive, burning meteorite. With his hands raised to the sky, a vast expanse of golden light spread from where his palms touched the meteorite, and he single-handedly stopped the terrifying impact of the meteorite falling from ten thousand meters in the sky.

"Oh, God."

The stark contrast in size between the two created a powerful impact that defies description for everyone who witnessed it.

At that moment, they felt as if they were in a myth, seeing the Titan Atlas holding up the sky with his hands.

Many people who realized they had survived were so overjoyed that they wept tears of happiness and hugged their family and friends tightly.
Meanwhile, the temporary command center beneath London was equally silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the satellite images on the screen, their brains frantically releasing adrenaline and dopamine.

Until a technician in the command center typed on a keyboard, saying with a hint of surprise:

"Officers, take a look at this. I slowed down that moment a hundred times and got this result."

Crash.

Immediately, a group of middle-aged people, with an average age of over fifty, gathered around, their eyes glued to the computer screen.

The image above is a satellite shot in slow motion, a hundred times slower. A golden beam of light descends from the sky and lands on a middle-aged man with a stubble beard who is standing on his balcony, seemingly unconcerned about drinking even as he is about to die.

Then, in the next second, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

When the golden beam of light fell upon him, the down-on-his-luck middle-aged man underwent a dramatic transformation in both appearance and demeanor.

His figure visibly became more upright and youthful, his features handsome, his temperament strong and noble, and he radiated a golden glow like the sun.
It was as if another mysterious being had descended upon him, causing him to undergo a complete transformation.

"This, this is."

This truly miraculous event, unfolding right before their eyes, left the British officials present wide-eyed and their faces filled with disbelief.

Prime Minister Rishi Sunak immediately ordered the technician to find all the information about the down-on-his-luck middle-aged man.

"It has been found, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to showcase his skills, so the technician acted very professionally. In no time, he had retrieved all the information about the other party and read it aloud:
"Brad Leto, 37 years old, a truck driver, divorced and childless, was diagnosed with brain cancer three months ago. He quit his job and spends his days drinking heavily at home and going to underground bars to fight in underground boxing matches to make a living. Oh, and I just found out that Brad Leto's father seems to be an illegitimate son of the Percy family."

Just as the staff member was speaking, the agents from Hyde Park called to report that they had entered the Emerald Dream that Emma had described and had personally witnessed the little witch entering a mysterious island shrouded in mist. A royal soldier of Irish descent said that it was very likely the sacred place in the hearts of the Celts—Avalon.

"Hiss."

When these pieces of news were put together, Rishi Sunak was still a little confused, but several cabinet ministers who also had aristocratic lineage and knew the history of all British aristocratic families gasped in shock, exchanged glances, and then had a startling guess.

Avalon, the legendary final resting place of King Arthur, and the Percy family, said to have the blood of Gawain, the white horse knight, coupled with this newly appeared mysterious man's handsome appearance comparable to Dio, and his dazzling golden radiance like the sun.
Everything points to one thing.

"The other party is King Arthur's most loyal knight and nephew, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, the legendary Knight of the Sun—Gawain!!"

The cabinet officials, their faces flushed with excitement, exclaimed in unison, "We succeeded!"

Meanwhile, atop a high-rise building in London, Lu Bai, cradling a small white fox in his arms, gazed contentedly at the golden light shining in the sky.

This was an experiment he conducted after accumulating ten million wish power in the Bai Ze monster painting and experiencing new changes.

Instead of reviving inanimate objects and then imbuing them with memories as before, this time he adopted a more fashionable approach. He traveled to various pilgrimage sites for Arthurian legend enthusiasts in Britain, collecting the various beliefs people held about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and placing them in his spiritual space.

This space was created by Bai Ze using millions of willpower accumulated from the monster diagram, and after he threw the copper from Shou Mountain into it, he opened up a special space inside it using millions of willpower. It exists between reality and illusion.

Therefore, the Emerald Dream that Emma entered was not entirely illusory. If Lu Bai continues to invest a lot of his willpower into it, it may evolve into a real world.

After his series of bizarre actions, Gawain, the Sun Knight who appeared over London, became a being similar to a Heroic Spirit.

Although he added some personal details, his personality, appearance, and temperament largely matched people's impression of him.

For example, right now.

As the meteorite was slowly brought to the ground, bathed in golden light, a blurry figure emerged from the sky and gently carried it to the ground.

Suddenly, a terrifying sonic boom came from above.

Like a black streak of light falling, Dio, with a cold and cruel smile on his face, slammed his fist heavily on top of the meteorite.

boom! !

The massive boulder, which was originally expected to land smoothly, accelerated its descent again, shattering all the windows of buildings in the surrounding blocks. Amidst the howling sound of the fall, Gawain, with a resolute expression, held the meteorite high in his hands, once again withstanding the impact.

However, his body was still inevitably being bombarded by Dio's heavy punches, gradually being pushed closer to the ground, and the golden light on his body was gradually weakening.

Finally, after a loud, grating crash from a nearby building, he was swept into the Thames by the meteorite along with Dior.

Boom! !

Although the impact was much smaller than the previous catastrophic disaster, the force of this meteorite falling was still comparable to dozens of heavy missiles exploding in central London.

A large number of historic buildings near the Tower of London were reduced to ruins amidst the tremendous impact and the violent shaking of the ground.

A large number of stones, which had split apart from the main body as Dio had just punched, fell like meteorites from the sky, burning with fierce flames, and scattered all over London.

One of them features Big Ben, one of London's iconic landmarks.

After its final chimes, the 800-year-old clock tower slowly collapsed, billowing black smoke, before the stunned gazes of Londoners.

"Dong, dong, dong——"

Each chime of the bell seemed to herald the end of one era and the beginning of another.

At Buckingham Palace, King Charles I saw this scene, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

(End of this chapter)