From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 432 A Letter to the Commonwealth
London, the British Isles.

Panic continues to spread, and the process of the aristocracy and capitalists heading towards their doom continues.

The funeral home and crematorium business is getting better and better every day, and the number of deaths is increasing day by day. However, this time it is not just the number of deaths from the curse, but also the special killings caused by those who have nowhere else to turn!
This group of people, who held the greatest power and the most means of production in the country, were naturally unwilling to die like this. So, as they watched their "kindred spirits" die one by one, they also began to give up.

In particular, those whose ancestors rose to power through bloody plunder, once they realized they could not be spared, began their acts of revenge.

They began to retaliate against ordinary residents, against colleagues they had only worked with during World War I and World War II, and against factory owners who relied on treating their subordinates well!

Those people had no choice but to resist, didn't they?
As a result, "joint defense and mutual protection" emerged between streets, factories established their own security teams, and even the old money families that had fallen on hard times had to take out their life savings to hire a few young men from the same village to protect them.

However, these people are indeed much more powerful than the perpetrators, because compared to these unscrupulous capitalists, they are truly "good people" and receive much more help than those who are already bloodthirsty and doomed to die.

But this mutual killing and the almost constant gunfire also made London seem "vibrant and alive".

"Is this the source of the recent surge in deaths?" Even though he was somewhat prepared, William still appeared very sorrowful. "Our people are killing each other, exceeding the number of deaths allowed by the curse?"

“Yes, Your Highness, many people who were not affected by the curse have become victims of the conflict because of their own panic!” Sunak said. He was temporarily acting as the police chief because the previous police chief had also died in the curse.

"He's feeling guilty!" William knew what was going on without even asking. This kind of person probably did too many bad things at home and got himself caught in the "curse formula" summarized by netizens, and then chose to vent.

Many of these people actually rose to power in this era. They claimed to be descendants of the ancients by establishing a kinship or buying a title, only to be terrified by their own actions.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The British did so many unethical things over those centuries that no one knows if their ancestors were among them. It was common for them to be overly suspicious and paranoid.

“Forget it, there’s nothing we can do about this. If they want to die, let them go!” William shook his head, looking at the sparsely populated 10 Downing Street—this Prime Minister’s official residence has now become their main place for handling government affairs. Because of the scarcity of government officials, they can all leave here without having to go to Parliament.

The advantage of doing so is that he may be the first heir apparent since 1688 to truly hold power over the British Empire's military, political, diplomatic, and financial affairs.

Ironically, however, the foundation of his power may be buried along with the decline of the country.

"Sigh... can we defeat these monsters?" Sunak said pessimistically. It wasn't that he looked down on the British Royal Navy, Royal Air Force, and Army; it was just that these people were not worthy of his respect.

This pampered army has more scandals in the world than their government, and he fears that once they're on the battlefield, these idiots will turn tail and run away, selling them out to them.

Believe it or not, the British army is actually capable of doing this, after all, it's an army with more generals than tanks—of course, the good news is that there aren't that many generals now, because the curse killed half of them.

"Just because we can't win, does that mean we shouldn't fight?" William retorted. "Our families are all in London; do we have any other options?"

The fact that there is an immortal monster underwater is currently known only to the two of them. They don't even dare to tell anyone. After all, given the British government's high level of secrecy, if one person knows, it's the same as the whole world knowing, and then they're really doomed.

When the crisis is truly exposed, it will not unite this corrupt nation in a common hatred of the enemy; it will only cause them to completely lose their fighting capacity and lead to a direct defeat on the front lines!

"Your Excellency, please turn on the television. His Majesty the King is about to deliver a speech to the entire Commonwealth!" Just then, the office issued a notification.

"His Majesty the King? He's awake?" The two were startled and quickly turned on the television in the room, where they saw King Charles on screen.

The king seemed to be in much better condition; he no longer looked tired and listless, but instead appeared radiant with energy.

He didn't speak, but waited for something.

Standing next to Charlie was an unfamiliar old man, which made the two men frown immediately. What were Harry and the Royal Guard up to? Why were they allowing this stranger to appear next to the King?

"Folks of England and the entire Commonwealth, I am Charles," the old king finally spoke, and with one sentence, everyone's eyes were drawn together. "Unfortunately, we are facing the most severe test since the founding of the British Isles!"

"The curse from ancient times has left Britain riddled with holes, and the spirits originating from the Thames River covet the life of the entire nation!"

"Beside me, this highly respected elder, Master Meilin, came personally to warn us:"
The rust on the sword in the stone has spread to the core of the nation's destiny.

"Only the innocent hand can reignite the light of the holy sword." "Merlin?" Upon hearing this, disbelief flashed in their eyes.

They were rushing around trying to find some extraordinary backer, but they couldn't find a single one. But now, their old king/father has found almost the most famous extraordinary person in the entire Celtic world, the Archmage Merlin.
Is this right?
However, a king whose identity is endorsed by his own, the Windsor family, and even the entire British Empire cannot be questioned, nor do they have any grounds to question it; they can only continue to watch.

Charlie continued speaking:
"Today, I stand here not as a monarch, but as the guardian of the land of Britain, to speak to you!"

"This land has reached its most critical moment. A terrible curse has spread throughout Britain, and has even attracted the elves and fairies of that unknown otherworld!"

"Merlin told me that the light of Avalon has already shone upon this land!"

Beside him, the old man who looked very old raised his holly wand, which transformed into a colossal World Tree that seemed to shake the heavens and earth, and appeared in the sky!
The tree's grandeur amazed all of London, and its silhouette could be seen in the sky even across the world in Australia!
This made it clear to them that this was not the ramblings of some old king on his deathbed, but rather the choice of the Celtic mythology, the Welsh god, the archmage Merlin!

In the scene, the old king holds up an oak box, on which rests a broken sword tassel on a velvet lining. Behind him, on a stone platform, a sword emits a faint light that captivates everyone.

"Therefore, I hereby announce: the selection process for the Sword in the Stone will be restarted immediately!"
This is not a fairy tale repeating itself, but a choice concerning the survival of our civilization.

A new king will reappear here; he will no longer be a king of nobles, but the ultimate savior of this land!

I do not know who will become the new king of the British Isles.

But I swear by the King of House Windsor, no matter where you come from:

Belfast fishing boats
IT office in Mumbai

Or the snowy streets of Toronto
As long as your heart still remembers the knight's oath:

Shielding the weak

Show your sword to lies
Reverence for nature

As long as you still have Celtic blood in your body

In your heart, there is still a deep reverence for this land.

Your hands are still clean and sacred.
You will then be qualified to pull out the sword in the stone!

I swear by the blood of my ancestors: the entire selection process will be overseen by Merlin's holly staff—it will stand in the center of Westminster Palace, and members of parliament are making way for it!

At the end of the scene, the old king removed his crown and bowed to everyone:

“Mr. Merlin told me that the Windsor family could retain their title, but I chose to refuse—because the selection of the sword in the stone will become a tradition, and if one day our descendants return, it will mean the reunification of the throne!”

"As for now, let it be left to the next king, to become a celebration of the new king's coronation! And Windsor Castle will become the new king's court—while I will return to Tintagel Castle to become King Arthur's watchman!"

"And so, the mission of the Windsor family comes to an end! For the continuation of this land, come and participate in the royal selection; this is the only way to save this land!"

Upon hearing this and seeing the old king remove his crown, William slumped into the sofa, somewhat dejected.

Was his reign over before it even began?
He wanted to be angry, but he didn't even have the strength to be angry, because he knew it was the right thing to do—there was still hope to save the country by relying on the extraordinary; if they relied on themselves, he would have no hope of ascending the throne.

More likely, they will die along with this country in the extraordinary crisis.

This is the root of his despair: a lack of hope and an inability to resist...

(End of this chapter)