From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 423 The moment the navy buys warships, the king wants to build a garden.

"These willpowers are far from enough to shape a pantheon, but they're not bad at shaping one or two individual extraordinary beings!"

Bai Yang felt a surge of joy as he looked at the high-quality wishes provided by these "senators".

His method was indeed correct!
In fact, it was certainly a good thing that he obtained the power of wishes from the continent of Dylan, but as the network expanded, the various worlds had not yet had time to repay his consumption of power of wishes, so Alvin urged him to quickly open new worlds to obtain more power of wishes.

This is a very urgent matter, and it's the thing Bai Yang needs to do most right now.

Although the quality of the willpower in the Dylan Continent is very high, the quantity is not large, and he cannot really fleece the gods.

One or two shocks are one thing, but if it happens too often, these gods will naturally figure out what's going on. He's using them to "boost their willpower," so this kind of thing can only be done gradually and slowly, it can't be accomplished overnight.

The power of these deities' wishes is of a higher quality than that of the wishes of the extraordinary beings before them!
It could even be said that if a god has enough willpower, even a powerful god, Bai Yang can use this high-quality willpower to exchange blows with the opponent.

After all, to put it bluntly, what so-called "grand scenes" have the gods of the Dylan Continent ever witnessed? They don't understand them, they don't know the power of divine will, and they can't obtain it.

Although Bai Yang's power has not yet reached this level, his vision has far surpassed it, and he is determined to take over this world!

However, while having visions for the future is important, we must also keep in mind reality. If these aspirations were directly broken down, they could certainly solve his immediate problem, but it would be a bit of a waste.

Bai Yang didn't want to do that. These divine powers could be used to transform the world in the future or even upgrade the pantheon. So this time, he came to transform Great Britain without any divine power at all.

However, after engaging in so many lies and schemes for so long, and performing so many divine ascensions in this world, he has naturally gained a deeper understanding of "human nature."

So he shut down communications between the two islands and forged these messages from Ireland to see what these so-called "parliaments" were really made of!
In the past, Bai Yang would have thought that the country's high-level institutions were run by a group of smart people and must have a lot of power.

But now, he understands completely.

So-called smart people are all a myth. Some of them are even incredibly stupid; they're just a bunch of idiots who only know how to make money.

Therefore, he used a foolish method to deceive these people, and it turned out to be quite effective.

The hundreds of thousands of vows he amassed are proof that these councilors completely believed his words, and that immense vow power became something Bai Yang had extracted from them without any effort!

And now, these extracted facts can indeed become what they consider to be that powerful hero, the man who cannot be bypassed in Celtic mythology, the son of the sun god of the Danu tribe, Cú Chulainn!

Bai Yang didn't even intend to reform Ireland; instead, he decided to use this heroic figure to earn some more wish power!
"As for the location, it will be London, of course! The days in New York and Los Angeles are over, let's have London fall!"

Bai Yang clapped his hands, showing no other emotion whatsoever.

The English have committed a grave breach of morality and should pay the price!

……

London, Big Ben.

It's that time of year again for the royal parade, which some people love but most dislike.

Prince William liked it very much because, logically speaking, he should have taken over the throne after his father passed away.

His grandmother lived so long, and his father was the crown prince for sixty years. How could he possibly stay in that position for so long? So he is actively preparing to become king.

Even if he doesn't become a representative of the entire Commonwealth like his grandmother, he should at least become a representative of this country, right?
William thus became even more eager to appear on the streets, demonstrating his attitude of "joying with the people." "What does joking with the people have to do with me? Why should I come up here with you? To show your brotherly affection?" Prince Harry, standing beside William, was quite annoyed!

He was naturally very frustrated. He was only the third or even fourth in line to the throne, and his red hair meant that he would most likely never have the chance to ascend to the throne. He didn't want to come out!
He would much rather run on the grasslands of Scotland or Wales than march through the streets of London, where he wouldn't be looked at with such strange eyes and life would be much better.

Sometimes he even doubted whether the Celtic bloodline in his body was very strong, otherwise his red hair and desire to roam would be similar to that of King Arthur.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that now. He could only sit in the car, looking at his brother's enthusiastic but fake gaze and at the message sent by his uncle, Prince Edward.

"Harry! Look! In Ireland! There's some extraordinary information!" Prince Edward's messages kept coming in, which aroused Harry's curiosity, and he clicked on the video sent by the other party.

Then he saw what Ireland looked like now, and he also saw the famous hero Cú Chulainn!
As expected of Great Britain, there are absolutely no secrets. "Circulated internally" means it was already published yesterday, while "confidential" means it will be published today.

That information, which was supposed to be "top secret" in parliament, has been circulated around everywhere. That's quite interesting.

Harry immediately became excited. "Uncle, you mean... I have a chance now?"

"Yes, you have a tremendous opportunity! Because in this country, you will be the only king with both royal and Celtic blood! As long as they negotiate, you will be the best choice!"

Prince Edward was also very excited. The person he had chosen finally had a chance, so his contribution was just as great!

Moreover, the significance of royal contact with the supernatural is completely different in this land!

The most crucial person, of course, is the legendary King Arthur.

The sword in the stone, the Lady of the Lake, the Knights of the Round Table… the story of this king is truly a unique tale known to everyone in this country, and he is a great hero in the hearts of the Irish people.

And this is a story from mythology. If Cú Chulainn exists, does that mean King Arthur also exists?

Can he inherit King Arthur's power and rebuild that special, extraordinary Celtic?

Harry thought about it a lot. He had actually thought about it when these things happened in Northern Europe—in fact, his brother William knew this too, and the other party often ridiculed him in front of him, making him give up on the idea.

They didn't think Celtic mythology was real; they thought it was fake, just a myth from a small island. How could it be a product of reality?
Thinking of this, Harry looked up at Prince William, a mocking glint in his eyes: "My dear brother, you don't know, do you? Celtic mythology was once a mythology that could rival the Romans, but it all fell to Christianity..."

"We may not be able to defeat Christ, but we can certainly put up a fight against the Greeks!"

Harry had obviously prepared a lot, so he didn't seem at a loss. On the contrary, he was very curious about what expression his old father had.
"Your Majesty, why does Buckingham Palace need repairs every time the navy wants to buy warships?"

Prince Edward's words were like a knife, piercing through King Charles's disguise, which was as blatant as the Emperor's New Clothes, and causing the conflict between the two of them to erupt completely!

“Edward, did you come here to laugh at me?” Charlie said. He had only used his power to build himself a garden, and at most, it was just palace repairs. Wasn’t he doing it all for the good of the royal family?
For the sake of the court's reputation, the old mother cut the budget again and again, and reduced various sources of income again and again. But was that money actually used? No, it was all swindled away by those councilors who came up with all sorts of pretexts!

He might as well use it himself. They've lived in this dilapidated palace for so long, can't they enjoy it a little?
“No!” Edward’s voice rang out. “I know what you’re trying to do! But I also know you won’t succeed! Our royal family has been suppressed for centuries, from that traitor Cromwell until now, we’ve never succeeded!”

“My brother, we need to change our thinking and approach. We need new forces to break the old order of this country!”

Just then, a peculiar voice came through Edward's earpiece: "Your Highness! The Celts have appeared on the Thames!"

He smiled, "Brother, new power, it's here!"

(End of this chapter)