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Chapter 207: Victory and the Sword of Oath

fast!
too fast! !

Just as no one saw clearly how this king of assassins appeared, no one saw clearly how he made his move.

The images captured by military satellites in the sky appeared to have suddenly dropped several frames.

All the leaders of various countries could see was a pure black light flashing across the Persian Gulf.

A huge, narrow wound appeared on the body of Tiamat, who had transformed into a colossal beast.

For this mother goddess who possesses immortality, such an injury would likely heal in just a few seconds.

However, the purpose of this strike was not to cause damage, but to make a mark.

On the ground, to stop Tiamat's advance, Joan of Arc, whose face was growing paler, raised her head and softly recited the release incantation of the Holy Lance Longinus, throwing the Lance of Destiny in her hand one last time.

"O holy spear that pierced the body of the savior, now inscribe the principles of humanity upon it."

A thin but highly concentrated beam of blinding holy light instantly pierced the night sky over the entire Persian Gulf.

The beam of light shot straight up to a height of over ten thousand meters, striking the cross-shaped 'mark' on the colossal beast.

boom! Boom boom! !
In an instant, an incomparably dazzling, blazing white light burst forth from the spot where Longinus's spear had pierced.

"Did you make it?!"

Around the world, countless people watched this scene with such tension that they held their breath.

Half the battle is won.

Just as Merlin said, Tiamat's immortality was indeed broken.

But the goddess was also thoroughly enraged and no longer cared whether her attack would cause huge damage to the Earth's environment.

From within the towering body formed from countless clumps of black mud, Tiamat's icy voice emanated.

“My son, you must follow the principles of creation.”

The crimson lightning that had surrounded her body transformed into endless light, forming a giant sphere that rapidly spread outwards.

boom----

In that instant, the Saudi tycoons who had fled to other countries for refuge suddenly stood up, their faces filled with a mixture of shock and horror.

On the screen in front of them, thousands of tons of seawater in the Persian Gulf, as well as the surrounding docks and ports, all disappeared in this terrifying crimson light. Apart from Tiamat herself, there was no life left within the area covered by the light; it was all nothingness.
Brad, who suspected that Lord Merlin might need to use his body to summon the ancestor Gawain, witnessed this scene from a military transport plane that was rapidly approaching the Persian Gulf. His hand gripping his sword trembled in shock, and his face paled as he asked Emma beside him, "Lord Merlin, and Saintess Joan of Arc, are you all gone?!"

"of course not."

It wasn't Emma who spoke, but the white fox lazily perched on her shoulder.

"Lord Nine Lives."

On their way here, Brad and Emma already knew the name of Lord Merlin's pet.

Brad was even tricked by the other party using illusion magic because of his lack of respect.

Therefore, he is now behaving very respectfully and does not dare to refute the other party at all, but he is still having doubts in his heart.

Tiamat's performance was simply too strong.

According to images taken by military satellites, numerous cities near the Persian Gulf have completely disappeared in a crimson glow, leaving behind bottomless craters.

This power, capable of destroying the world, made people clearly understand the meaning of 'God'.

Even though this goddess came from the long-extinct and declining ancient Babylonian pantheon, her existence was still disastrous for humanity.

Many Middle Easterners have even pulled out weapons and pointed them at their heads.

They felt that it was better to commit suicide than to die in that terrifying crimson light.

Although suicide is a serious sin that is explicitly forbidden in Islamic doctrine!

"Wait, Ablah, it seems there's still a chance."

At that moment, a young man from the Middle East, seeing the golden light that suddenly appeared in the sky, quickly stopped his companion who was about to commit suicide.

It was an incomparably gorgeous and exquisite golden scabbard.

Anyone who saw it had a vague understanding of its origins, knowing the origin of this extraordinary treasure.

The scabbard of the sword of victory and oath wielded by King Arthur in legend, a distant ideal land.

Its power even surpasses that of the Sword of Victory and Oath.

It represents absolute protective power!!

At this moment, Merlin held it in his hand, and it radiated an incomparably holy and dazzling golden light. This light protected Merlin, Joan of Arc, and King Hassan from the harm of the purplish-red light.

And as the golden light spread wider and wider, the purplish-red sphere that was constantly annihilating all matter finally stopped, stopping a few hundred meters away from Basra, a city in southern Iraq.

"He survived."

In the city, Muslims wearing white headscarves watched this scene with pale faces, kneeling on the ground and praying that Allah would bless them and their families with His great power.

"Allahu Akbar".

"Subhanailashi".

Although they all believe in God, their prayers are completely different from those of Christians.

However, the ultimate meaning is the same: to praise the power of God (Allah) and pray for His protection.

Since only Lu Bai possesses divinity on Earth, these prayers can only be heard by him at most.

Wearing a Merlin vest, he said he couldn't offer any protection.

These Muslims, even though they clearly saw that it was King Arthur's sword sheath that protected them, were still so stubborn, constantly praying to Allah.

They are nothing like the sensible Scots and Welsh of Britain.

Although not present at the scene, after learning through various information channels that the golden scabbard that appeared over the Persian Gulf was actually a treasure of King Arthur.

These Scotsmen and Welshmen rushed into the streets, excitedly chanting the name 'Arthur'.

This fervent faith in King Arthur across Britain solidified the spirit sculpture of Artoria Pendragon in the spiritual realm, and also amplified the power of will within the Bai Ze monster illustrations once again.

Meanwhile, seeing her attack blocked once again, Tiamat grew even more enraged.
The black mud covering her feet surged up instantly.

Her ten-thousand-meter-long body, a beast capable of destroying the world, was transformed once again. The previous disadvantage of being unable to fly due to her excessive weight disappeared, replaced by a pair of agile and powerful, enormous black wings that could blot out the sky. Even Nidhogg, the black dragon who supposedly bit off the roots of the World Tree, was no match for her.

"Why bother, Tiamat? Humanity can't stand still forever. Your love is too distorted."

Merlin sighed helplessly, lightly tapping his staff. Delicate and crystalline petals danced in the wind, sending Joan of Arc, who was already exhausted and would have burned herself again if he continued to strike, to a safe place in the distance.

As for the king of assassins, Hassan, Merlin didn't need to remind him.

If you miss a hit, you will be able to escape a thousand miles.

This has always been the standard rule for assassins when facing powerful enemies.

His figure, like that of the Grim Reaper, had vanished from everyone's sight. Even the dozens of military satellites that were constantly monitoring the area couldn't detect how he disappeared.

For a moment, Merlin was left alone in the skies above the Persian Gulf, facing the increasingly terrifying Tiamat.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A large amount of seawater filled the Persian Gulf, which could now be renamed the 'Middle East Basin', and the terrifying aura emanating from Tiamat stirred up towering waves on the shore.

Throughout the Arabian Peninsula and the Middle East, even people far away could feel the oppressive aura that seemed to freeze their souls.

The only one unaffected was the legendary mage who faced this goddess directly—Merlin.

Seeing that Tiamat wouldn't listen to anything he said, the silver-haired handsome man smiled nonchalantly.

"Alright, it seems I'll have to borrow Artoria's sword for now. Hopefully, she won't mind when she wakes up."

As he spoke, Merlin extended his long, slender, and fair right hand and shook hands with it in the direction of the British Isles.

Chime! !

Suddenly, people everywhere in Britain were amazed to find that they could see tiny glimmers of golden light rising from the ground.

They flew into the sky like fireflies, spontaneously converging to form a magnificent historical image.

That was a scene from the time of the death of King Arthur of ancient Britain.

The land, burning with eerie blue flames, was littered with the corpses of human soldiers and twisted monsters.

This fantastical scene, completely beyond human imagination, left the British high-ranking officials still in Hyde Park in awe.

They naturally recognized this as the Battle of Camlann, the battle that led to King Arthur's death, as recorded in historical legends.

But history records that this was a civil war in ancient Britain, and that King Arthur's opponents were the lords who harbored ill intentions towards him, as well as King Arthur's nephew and adopted son, the rebellious knight Mordred.

What the hell are these twisted monsters that don't look like Earth creatures at all?!

Anyone who saw these images was immediately filled with countless questions, but they quickly had no time to think about them.

The scene shifted rapidly, quickly focusing on the person they cared about most.

His long, flowing golden hair was stained with blood, his blue and white armor was riddled with wounds, and he knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword. His beautiful, emerald-like eyes were filled with sorrow as King Arthur watched his countless valiant soldiers fall one by one, and he said in a pained tone:
"Mordred, stop now! By using the power of the Warp God, you will only bring destruction to Britain and the world!"

"I don't."

The answer she received was a stubborn and rebellious voice.

The owner of this voice, dressed in fiery red armor, stood before King Arthur in the posture of a victor.

"You're kidding, right?!"

Putting aside the information-rich dialogue between the 'father and son,' just seeing Mordred's face, which bears a striking resemblance to King Arthur, has left countless Britons with expressions of disbelief.

During the online meeting, the term 'subspace' was heard for the second time, and high-level officials from various countries attached great importance to it.

In their minds, 'warp' is synonymous with hell and demons, or even more terrifying.

After all, they had witnessed firsthand just how terrifying the power of Sun Knight Gawain truly was!
And such existence.

In the historical footage we just saw, they actually saw him die in battle!

Even this ancient British king...
High-ranking officials from various countries, filled with a variety of complex emotions, gazed at the historical footage of Artoria Pendragon, who had killed their rebellious son and was also seriously injured herself.

Although she was a woman, she possessed the spirit and character of a queen. Even though she was about to die, she was still thinking about her loyal subjects.

So before the last drop of blood drained from her body, she planted the King's Sword, which shone with golden holy light, into the land she loved, and made the most solemn and sacred oath of the Celts.

After her death, this sword will slumber beneath ancient Britain, protecting the people living on this land from the corruption of the Warp forever!
Chime! !

Almost immediately after Artoria uttered this vow in the historical footage, golden specks of light that emerged from the ground throughout Britain began to converge.

Finally, under the excited gazes of countless British people, the incomparably magnificent and noble holy sword—the Sword of Victory and Oath—appeared before them once more.

It transformed into a golden streak of light and flew towards the Persian Gulf, eventually landing in Merlin's hands.

"Long time no see, old friend."

Merlin chuckled and flicked the blade of his sword.

As if in response, the holy sword suddenly emitted an incomparably cold and clear snowy glow, which made Merlin, who was wearing a white cloak and had long silver hair, appear even more otherworldly and refined, forming a stark contrast with Tiamat, who had become completely corrupted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sky was filled with terrifying crimson lightning.

If Merlin hadn't used the power of the sword sheath of the Sword of Victory and Oath to temporarily trap this ancient Babylonian mother goddess...

She has probably already flown back to the birthplace of the Mesopotamian civilization.

And now.
"It's time to end this, Tiamat. You're too dangerous for Earth right now."

In an instant, the sword light spread like a comet piercing the heavens and earth.

Loyalty, courage, integrity, honor, humility, and compassion—each person sees different virtues in that light.

But for the six astronauts on the International Space Station, that's not the most crucial thing. The most crucial thing is, why the hell has that terrifying evil god returned?!
And it's so fast!!
boom--

A circular hole was instantly pierced through Earth's atmosphere.

Countless torrents of holy light pushed Tiamat back into outer space.

As the light flashed, from the ground it looked as if a moon had appeared in the sky, and this moon was moving further and further away from the earth until it finally disappeared completely.

"???"

Everyone who witnessed this scene looked as if they had seen a ghost, staring in horror at the sky, then at the man on the television screen who was still smiling warmly, and fell into a state of existential doubt.

No, are you King Arthur, or is Artoria King Arthur?
Why does this swordsmanship seem even more ferocious than King Arthur himself?
(End of this chapter)