I made up myths in America

Chapter 122 Blood River

Alucard, the vampire king who nearly wiped out the entire Thirteen Divisions of the Holy See, knew Gawain, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, and was not a bad person.
They recognized every single word in Gao Wen's sentence, but when he said it together, everyone present looked bewildered.

"It seems that it has been too long since the last celestial conjunction, so long that you have not passed down even the slightest bit of knowledge about it."

Seeing the confused expressions on everyone's faces, Gao Wen shook his head slightly. Instead of playing the riddle-solver, he acted with the gentlemanly manners of legend and gave them a brief explanation.

"After we were chosen by our King to become members of the Knights of the Round Table, Archmage Merlin told us the truth about this world. At that time, we had the same expression as you."

As he spoke, Gao Wen stood by the window, gazing up at the ever-present sun in the sky, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, and continued softly:

"Master Merlin said that in the beginning, our world had nothing. Apart from the plants and animals that evolved naturally, there were no people, no civilization, and no gods."

The first words Gao Wen uttered sent shockwaves through everyone's hearts.

King Charles even made a secret gesture, instructing his confidants to immediately remove some unrelated people from the hall.

The remaining individuals, though each holding high positions of power and wielding considerable influence in the international community, are still highly regarded.

But at this moment, they all felt as ignorant as children. They held their breath and listened carefully as Lord Gawain spoke of secrets that probably few in the world knew.

"And each time celestial bodies align, our world intersects with other worlds, and a massive influx of chaotic magic brings the seeds of mysterious power to our ordinary world. Gods and many other non-human races also arrived at that time."

Just like the first primitive humans on Earth who learned to look up at the starry sky and were captivated by its beauty and vastness.

Listen to Lord Gawain recount these secrets that are utterly rebellious against the Lord, yet may very well be the closest to the truth of this world.

Inside Buckingham Palace, everyone was deeply shocked.

Then a royal soldier rushed in, his voice trembling, and reported to them, "Your Majesty Charles, the Thames has suddenly turned red."

It was only then that all the top British officials, including King Charles and Prime Minister Rishi Sunak, were jolted awake and suddenly came to their senses.

Their eyes all turned to Gawain, silently praying that what this big shot had just said was true.

Alucard, the vampire king, was really just sleeping under their London walls, well, maybe a little grumpy when he woke up.

"Alucard is an anomaly. Having lived for countless years, his greatest wish is actually to die. But unfortunately, when he came into this world, the Age of Gods had already passed, and no one could kill him."

Gao Wen shook his head, not explaining anything further, and with a dazzling golden light flashing around him, he leaped into the air.

Meanwhile, the two reporters, Mason and Niles, who had barely survived and were called by their US headquarters to work overtime and take some marketable photos, stood on the banks of the Thames, watching the water in front of them turn blood red at a visible speed, like the color of blood, and fell silent.

After a long while, the young Black man, Niles, finally spoke up, holding his camera equipment, and stammered, "Mason, this... shouldn't be our problem, right?"

"Probably not."

This time, Mason was also a little uncertain.

The two stood there and looked at each other, suddenly realizing that the profession of reporter seemed a bit dangerous.

Or perhaps they both have a strange kind of luck, always seeming to run into these kinds of bizarre things.

And while they are questioning their lives and considering whether to change careers.

In central London, near the famous News Street, beneath St. Bled's Church, which is said to be over 1,300 years old, an endless sea of ​​crimson blood rises from the ground, forming a terrifying blood-red ocean that blots out the sky.

Similar to Mason and Niles, the reporters, tasked by their boss to seize this opportunity for a big news story, were completely stunned by the horrifying sight that was probably only a few hundred meters away. Seriously?! The mighty King of Vampires choosing to sleep under a church?! Where is justice?!
boom! Boom boom! !
At that moment, the company's reporters near St. Bled Church didn't even think they would survive.

They stared blankly and desperately at the sky until...
A dazzling golden light flew swiftly from the horizon and landed on the sea of ​​blood that had risen hundreds of meters high and was about to crash down.

"Gawain??!"

A somewhat cold and desolate voice came from the boundless sea of ​​blood.

Under the watchful eyes of the reporters, who dared not even breathe, a large amount of bright red blood gathered above the sea of ​​blood to form a strange young man dressed in a red robe with long, flowing black hair, tilting his head to look at a figure radiating golden light in the air.

"Alucard, it's been a long time."

Compared to the eerie and cold voice of the young man, Gao Wen's voice was as warm as the sun, making people want to get closer to him.

The sound seemed to remind Alucard of something above the sea of ​​blood. A hint of humanity appeared in his eyes, which had been as empty and lifeless as still water. He turned his head and scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, muttering to himself, "Has he slept for so long this time? A new round of celestial conjunctions is about to begin."

As he spoke, to the astonishment of the Londoners, what seemed like an endless sea of ​​blood rapidly contracted into Accardo's body. He flew through the air, bathed in the dazzling sunlight, and appeared no different from an ordinary person.

"Gulu."

Inside Buckingham Palace, British officials watched this scene from afar, their expressions tense, awaiting the final outcome of the negotiations between the two leaders.

The process seemed much easier than they had imagined.

Or perhaps, Lord Gawain and the Vampire King do indeed have a good relationship.

After exchanging a few words, Accardo nodded slightly, glanced indifferently at the tense and uneasy London citizens below, and his body turned into a streak of blood, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"He survived."

On News Street near St. Bled Church, reporters who witnessed this scene wore expressions of relief, clutching their chests and panting heavily.

But after realizing what had happened, they all felt a little regretful.

Oh no, they forgot to film that news story that had such a great story.

Ten minutes later.

When the British high-ranking officials met with His Excellency Gawain again.

That gentle and refined knight, who seemed to possess all virtues and made people want to get close to him, has disappeared.

Instead, there was a short-haired man with a scruffy beard, a somewhat arrogant air about him, who looked like a troublemaker, and was looking around.

"Brad Leto?!"

A cabinet minister who didn't get along well with the Percy family asked with a frown.

"That's right, it's me. Our ancestor Gawain is gone."

Brad shrugged nonchalantly, showing absolutely no nervousness under the gaze of these important figures.

(End of this chapter)