From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 431 Merlin's Method

Meanwhile, at Buckingham Palace, Bai Yang was also keeping an eye on Prince Harry's performance.

To be fair, the other party doesn't really fit the definition of a "hero," but fortunately, Bai Yang didn't intend to cultivate him as a hero anyway.

The green light just now was of course his doing. In order to bring people from all over the world together, Bai Yang needed a good "leader" or spokesperson, and Prince Harry just happened to be that role.

Seeing that only Harry and the king, who had suddenly fallen ill, remained, Bai Yang snapped his fingers, and a phantom figure appeared in front of him.

"I must say, you still have to be the anchor of the myth, Merlin!"

The illusory figure gradually solidified, transforming into an old man wearing a hat, and landed in front of Prince Harry.

"I never imagined that among the descendants of the Saxons there would be someone with Scottish and Welsh blood, and who is also a crown prince!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Harry, who had been pondering something, abruptly looked up, as if to grab something for protection. However, after a moment's thought, he didn't act. Instead, he stood up and stared intently at the old man, asking, "Are you here to curse us too?"

"Looks like you're sure I'm not here to kill you? You do have a bit more courage and insight than those foolish royalty!" the old man said with a light laugh.

Looking at the old man in a long robe, with a white beard and even a wand in his hand, Harry curled his lip. "Anyone who can come before me without alerting any protective forces would be dead long ago if they wanted to kill me!"

He was with King Charles, and this was the safest place in all of Britain. Court guards, royal troops, and various security forces were all around, yet it was as quiet as a chicken's nest.

There are only two possibilities: either they didn't know, or they were all dead.

Therefore, Harry was certain that the old man in front of him was also an extraordinary being.

"You are very intelligent, but unfortunately your character is lacking. Otherwise, I would really like to take you as my disciple!" the old man said softly. "I came for the future of this country!"

"Who are you?" Harry asked decisively. "For the future of this nation... do you know why this nation is in trouble?"

“You may have heard my name before. Some call me the Great Druid, some the Archmage, and some the Old Wizard, but I prefer my Welsh name, Merlin Ambrose.” The old man’s words were soft, but they thundered in Harry’s ears!
Merlin! Another name known to everyone in England!

After all, he was the embodiment of magic, King Arthur's mentor, and an absolute central figure in the entire Welsh mythology.

During the pre-Middle Ages when the Danu race was gradually declining, his fame resounded throughout the British Isles, and he became the spokesperson for the entire magical system in later generations.

The child of fairies, the offspring of elves, the half-human, half-demon Cambion, the Archdruid...

Many people have speculated about his origins, but no one has ever known his true identity. All that is known is that he is indeed related to the gods, and that even if he offends the Lady of the Lake, he will not be killed.

"So it's the esteemed Druid Merlin!" Harry exclaimed hastily. "What are you referring to as the future?"

Merlin stroked his beard. "This island is filled with the curses of the dead, the resentment of the deceased, the jealousy of the gods, and the oblivion of the druids. The slaughter you have inflicted on this island is a hundred times more terrible than the slaughter of Cú Chulainn!"

"If it weren't for Avalon's presence on this island, I wouldn't want to come here!"

Upon hearing this, Harry seemed to have grasped something and quickly said, "You know what's happening in our country? You still have a solution, right?"

“Yes, I have a solution, I even have a way to appease Cú Chulainn, but not for you rulers, but for the people who still exist in this land!” Merlin said. “Would you like to know this method?”

“Of course!” Harry said.

"Even if it comes at a price? For example, you would need to swear never to be a king again, but in return, Cú Chulainn would not recognize a king without Celtic blood. Your family's rule would end at that moment. Are you willing to do that?"

Merlin's words left Harry speechless. He had been a prince his entire life, and he knew that his family would remain nobles and royalty for life. After all, his family had ruled the kingdom for over a hundred years, and if you count the previous dynasties, it had been over a thousand years.

Now, the other side demands that they pay the price of the fall of the monarchy to save the country, which puts him in a difficult position.

Sometimes, the reason they want to save people is because they want their own throne. Now that they are no longer kings, why should they save people?
"No, I won't allow it!" Just then, King Charles, standing beside Harry, suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes wide as he stared at Merlin. "How can the Windsor family, the entire royal lineage of a thousand years, end in my hands? Impossible!"

Upon hearing this, Merlin had no intention of indulging them. "Since the king is unwilling, I will simply wait until this land is without a king before I return. It will be the same!"

Harry's body jolted; the meaning behind those words was far too profound!

It could be interpreted as the other party waiting until the disaster occurs before coming, or it could be interpreted as waiting until the royal family "disappears" before coming.

What would happen if Merlin appeared on the streets of New York and told the citizens, business owners, tycoons, and factory owners that only the absence of the monarchy could save London?
I'm afraid their whole family will be lying at the bottom of the Thames tonight!
Do not doubt the power that capitalists can muster to preserve their property and lives! Cromwell and Charles I are prime examples.

Back then, the royal family was the true power holders, not the mascots they are now. If they could become like this, what about them?
"Wait!" Harry exclaimed. "Lord Merlin, we can still talk!"

He turned to face his father, who had barely ever looked at him and had hardly ever asked him anything, and said loudly, "My dear King, I would like to ask you a question—if the monarchy is preserved, but Great Britain is gone, do you think we are still the monarchy?"

“We can’t even get off this island; we’ll die under the Victorian curse. Do you think there’s any point in preserving the monarchy?”

Upon hearing this, King Charles slammed onto the bed, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "Yes, Great Britain is gone. What difference does it make whether the monarchy still exists or not?"

"Harry, save the Windsor family... Give us a dignified end. I just don't understand this extraordinary era!"

The ailing old king had lost his former domineering nature, and the appearance of the ancient magician before him brought his desire to become a tortoise to an end.

Now, even if Great Britain doesn't want to, it has to step into this unfamiliar era.

Having convinced his father, Harry turned back to Merlin and asked, "Your Excellency, do I now know exactly what happened and how it was resolved?"

“Of course, as you wish, Prince of England!” Merlin nodded gently, and with a wave of his hand, the Thames River appeared before their eyes.

"Your country is filled with curses from the Victorian era. These curses are very deep and far-reaching. I think you have already experienced the first wave of death, but this is not the end, but the beginning!"
As the number of deaths gradually increases, their resentment will be absorbed, becoming the driving force of the curse and summoning the cursed legion!

Those who have died will be resurrected under a curse, becoming bloodthirsty vengeful spirits that drag every living being into the world of death.

In the scene, Harry, following Merlin's perspective, saw the countless "living corpses" beneath the Thames River and trembled. "Is this the final result of the curse? Endless undead devouring this kingdom?"

"Yes, when there are no more living beings left in this land, the god of death of the Danu will come here, lift the curse, and bring this land back under Celtic control!" Merlin said calmly. "Now, you have no Jehovah to rely on. The enraged Danu will make every pantheon that stands in your way pay the price!"

This statement effectively dashed their hopes of seeking outside help. Harry's face darkened. "So, Lord Merlin, what is the solution? Or is there simply no one?"

"Of course there is a solution, and the solution is simple: to re-establish the kingship!" Merlin said. "If the King of Great Britain reappears, he will naturally have the responsibility to lead the people of this island to resist the crisis and restore the land! Even Death cannot violate the covenant established by the Danu gods!"

"Therefore, Your Highness, launch a special call for royal selection! Tell the world that everyone with Celtic blood flowing through their veins, whose ancestral home is in Wales, Scotland, England, Ireland, or even the whole of Britannia, is qualified to become the new royal candidate!"

Merlin waved his hand, and in the center of the palace, on the lush green grass, a huge, unusual stone was sculpted, with a sword stuck in it!

"According to the ancient covenant with the gods, whoever draws the sword shall be king!"

PS: I was supposed to write a chapter today, but I have to go to a wedding banquet. My cousin is getting married... Ugh, so hopeless. A bunch of elders will be pressuring me to get married again!

(End of this chapter)