I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 116 Only by drawing the sword!

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Move the time back 10 minutes.

Wangdu Fourth Ring Road, Shengtang Street.

Each ring of the capital city has its own landmark building.
The inner ring features the Silver Crown Court, the second ring the Clock Tower, the third ring the Dragon's Spine Armory, and the Winchester Cathedral, located within the fourth ring and open to all residents of the capital during the day.

This Gothic cathedral is built on a huge Latin Cross square, with an extremely long nave, wide transepts, and a height of over 40 meters in the main hall, with the spire exceeding 80 meters. Located within the fourth ring road of the capital, it forms a kind of urban skyline.

And at this moment,
The second floor of the church, which is not open to the general public, is where the church's internal Inquisition is located.
One by one, priests and agents belonging to the Church's Secret Order and Burial Agency rushed through the corridors like madmen, carrying long-forgotten documents and running around verifying information, all because they had received a message—

"boom!"

The door to the priest's office was suddenly pushed open by a long-haired brown-haired clerk.

Before he could even greet the elderly man, the surrogate reported to the black-haired man in the office with a horrified expression:
"High Priest, we've received intelligence—"

"That conqueror knight, Baling, has infiltrated the capital!"

"Baring?"

Upon hearing this news, the black-haired old man in the office, High Priest Freud of the church, showed a flash of astonishment in his eyes, and then asked with a solemn expression:

"Is the news true?"

"That's true. After destroying the Fairy Kingdom with the Spear of Longinus, this person headed straight for the capital. And given his abilities, we judge that he's after the Holy Spear in the capital!"

"He's after the Holy Lance!?"

Freud opened his eyes wide, muttered a word, and his expression became extremely solemn.

The Holy Lance Lungominiad.

Also known as the Spear That Cannot Be Pulled Out, or the Spear That Rejects Kings, even the legendary King Uther could not gain its approval. At most, he could only forcibly borrow the phantom of the Holy Spear with the power of faith and wield the Shining End Spear (A++), a Noble Phantasm of the anti-army level.

However, Knight Baring was different.

As the sole knight of the Red Dragon King, who once ruled over all the kingdoms of Britain, all the magical beasts of Britain and even the Seven Kingdoms, and the mysterious realm within the planet.

He possesses an ability that almost blasphemes faith and divinity; if he were a Baring Knight, he would have the same potential as the Red Dragon King to draw the Holy Lance Rungomminiad.

What's even more chilling is—

While the Red Dragon King was still alive, this man, with the Red Dragon King's permission, completely circumvented the constraints of chivalry, transformed into a bandit, and, relying on his terrifying strength, robbed people all over the world.

During the year that the Red Dragon King ruled Britain alone, he plundered thousands of magical artifacts and hundreds of millions of dollars worth of wealth throughout the world for the Red Dragon King.

If this were applied to a game, this person's name would be so infamous it would practically bleed blood. He would be ranked second on the wanted list of the six kingdoms, and would be relentlessly hunted down by a large number of world-class organizations, including churches from various countries, the Lyceum Magic Academy, the Sumerian Temple of Priests, the Temple of Blood, the Stoic School, the Hidden Truth Society, and the Empty Sect of Nagarjuna.

Now, this notorious bandit, wanted worldwide, has suddenly reappeared after more than a decade in hiding. First, he abruptly destroyed the Fairy Kingdom and slaughtered many Lake Fairies. Then, he clearly sets his sights on the capital.

It's hard not to feel scared!

Especially since Britain is currently under attack by the Conqueror King, whose army is poised to strike the capital, Winchester.

Now we are relying entirely on the protective barrier of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad. If the Holy Lance is actually pulled out by this bandit knight, even if it only causes a short-term disturbance that breaks the barrier, then the royal capital Winchester will be doomed.

Thinking about all this, Freud broke out in a cold sweat and immediately made a decision—

He looked at the executor with a solemn expression and gave the order:
"There's no time to cover it up. Immediately deploy the entire Chimera Legion to guard the area leading to the Silver Crown Court."

"Have the legion slow that guy down at all costs—"

"I will go and fetch the Archbishop of Canterbury immediately!"

Soon, with the order issued,

Under the cover of night in the royal capital, legions hidden in the sewers, former paladins, surged to the surface, guarding the streets leading to the Silver Crown Court. At the intersection of the fourth and third rings, they deployed a dense array of alchemical cannons.
Judging from this posture, it seems they are prepared to kill hundreds of thousands of residents of the capital city living nearby just to stop the Red Dragon King's knight. #
The perspective shifts back to the tavern street—

Inside the nameless tavern.

Suya took a deep breath, drew the magic sword from her waist, and gripped it tightly in her hand.

now,

He could already hear rustling sounds outside the tavern, the clattering of armor.

As Baring told him what he was going to do and who he was going to rob, Sua immediately realized that a fierce battle was about to begin that night.

He had been completely drawn into the vortex of a manipulated 'fate,' but the only thing that seemed like good news at this moment was—

Aristotle was not the only one who could control 'fate'.
As its predecessor, the Red Dragon King, which was its past self, it was also one of the players.

More precisely, from the moment Sua suddenly 'traveled' from that battlefield and accidentally killed Arthur Pendragon, he had already embarked on the script that the Red Dragon King had designed for him.

His abilities came about too coincidentally, and the people he met were also too coincidental. He even suspected that Lucan, Meryl, Dagnett, and other "fakes" were all arranged by his predecessor to gather around him.

This is why the Fake Destiny path starts at max level.

As for why? Why them?
Suya didn't know.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if he followed the Red Dragon King's script, whether he would suddenly regain his memories and become the Red Dragon King, or whether he would become a body 'possessed' by the Red Dragon King.

He didn't know what kind of people he would encounter, what kind of outrageous things he would do, or what kind of ending he would ultimately have if he followed Aristotle's script.

But the only thing he knew was that the only way to escape fate's arrangements was to actively participate in its unfolding.

Now, two manipulated 'fates' have collided—

This gave me an opportunity!

And the weapon that plucks these two strings of fate,
Right now, it's in my own hands!
Suya lowered her head, took a deep breath, and looked at the pool of 'heart's blood' that appeared in her palm.

[Noble Phantasm: Sorrow of the Sword].

Although the introduction only contains a brief five-line poem,

However, based on Suya's understanding of herself and the dragons she had seen, the effect of this thing was probably similar to the way the little devil Lu Mingze traded 1/4 of his life for power, but even more violent.

However, it's unclear what the price will be.

and,

Suya could sense that he only had one chance.

One chance. If you can't break through the currently designed royal capital 'dungeon',
Then,

He could either become the Red Dragon King or King Arthur.

But no matter what, he will lose himself.

If a person's memory is overwritten by more memories belonging to 'themselves', then...

Is this person still themselves?

What exactly determines a person's self and freedom?
Faced with a series of questions surfacing from the subconscious, this is a kind of interrogation akin to the 'Ship of Theseus'.

Suya could not answer.

He had no choice but to draw his sword!
(End of this chapter)