From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 451 Cleaning the Thames
"So many people died..." This was probably the only feeling the audience had, but they felt no fear, only a sigh and a longing for the path to becoming king.

None of them were killed; on the contrary, they were all still alive, yet they all died in a prison called "desire."

But this trial is not over yet.

"Go to Tintagelburg! Go there and seek the final answer!" Brigitte's voice brought the final trial.

The opening of the portal before them signified the temporary end of this trial.

The first to leave were the two thousand chosen by Gareth. They would become reserve knights, the future Knights of the Round Table, and the main superhuman fighting force of Great Britain.

Next up are the remaining 500 or so trial failures. Although they failed, they still have a bright future!
After all, under the baptism of extraordinary power, they themselves could feel their own extraordinary nature!
It was a near-supernatural ability flowing through their bodies; it was a much more powerful force that made them no longer mortals, but extraordinary beings.

This trial was incredibly brutal, but the rewards were equally remarkable. The boundary between humans and the extraordinary was completely overturned, and the shock it brought was beyond words.

They had just arrived at the Thames when they were surrounded by diplomats from all over the world and HR personnel from large multinational corporations.

After all, they were not chosen by the Dana God Clan, so they were "talents" who could leave at will, and were also "catfish" that Bai Yang specially released into this world.

As for the remaining forty people, they looked at the British staff member beside them and asked, "Where is Fort Tintagel?"

"We have prepared the vehicles. Each participant can get in and rest for a while before heading to the final destination!"

Prince William stepped forward and said to them, “My father is waiting for you there; he will open the door to the final trial for you!”

Of the forty people present, someone suddenly stood up—it was Broly: "Can I give it up? This throne is not for me, no matter who it's given to! Can I choose to give it up and go back?"

“Yes, that’s your prerogative!” William said. “Anyone who wants to leave can choose to give up. This won’t affect the final trial, and the gods won’t be displeased with you for your actions!”

Upon hearing his words, not only Broly, but several others also chose to give up, leaving only thirty-two people to board the bus in the end.

Many people were amazed by Broly's decisiveness and resolve. It can only be said that he deserves to be the number one in the Trial of Courage. Even when faced with the final trial, he was still able to calmly give up this opportunity and choose to leave.

Although everyone knows that his skin condition means he has almost no chance, who else can be as decisive as him in stopping?
“If he weren’t dark-skinned, he might actually have a chance…” some people said, but others disagreed. “He can’t do it. He is indeed very powerful, and his combat strength is sufficient. The power that his supernatural abilities have given him allows him to be comparable to some of the knights of the Papacy—but his behavior is too ruthless. He is more suited to be a general than a king!”

The happiest person at this moment, of course, is the golden retriever!
Looking at Broly, who had decisively chosen to leave, he felt that his investment had been absolutely right. "Yes, that's it! Leave that country, return with extraordinary power, and I can give you everything you want!"

The golden retriever was desperate to have his own super team, so he certainly didn't mind Broly leaving. After all, if Broly didn't leave, he might not be able to return for the final selection.

Anyone with eyes can see that the gods don't treat these trial participants as believers at all. They kill them or destroy them at will. They just want to find the most outstanding one among these candidates and put him on the throne!

As for how many people died and how many survived during that period, nobody cared.

Even now, they still don't understand what the selection rules are; they only know that if they anger the gods, the result is death!

This is consistent with the capricious nature of the Danu gods—or rather, in the mythology of the Norse region, the gods are inherently capricious, because the harsh cold of this region leads many people to have extreme, irritable, and easily angered personalities!
Otherwise, Cú Chulainn wouldn't have killed so many people, and King Arthur wouldn't have died under those circumstances; these are all things that can be traced back to.

In this situation, Broly's wise decision to withdraw at the height of his power was invaluable. Although these people didn't demonstrate any greater combat strength, everyone knew in their hearts that even those who obtained the original Dark Bone had acquired a certain amount of extraordinary power. The power these tough guys, who had survived two or three trials, possessed was simply unimaginable!
Even after these people stayed behind, no one left the square. Apart from the screen left by Merlin, which was still broadcasting the daily lives of the remaining thirty-two trial participants, most people turned their attention to the other side.

There, Gareth stood in the Thames with his army of two thousand men.

They returned from the neighboring world and, without even a moment's rest, embarked on their journey!
"We must complete the cleansing of this city before the new king ascends the throne!" Gareth said gravely, addressing the newcomers before him. "I fought alongside King Arthur in France, facing the terrifying undead, so I know their weaknesses!"

"Severing their heads and piercing their hearts will accomplish the cleansing—but don't think this is child's play; even Knights of the Round Table have died under the siege of the undead! Protect yourselves and kill these undead; the gods are watching you, the Tree of Life is observing you—are you ready?"

"Ready!"

The two thousand-strong group chanted this slogan in a somewhat disorderly manner, but it did not anger Gareth.

These people could not be considered knights, but rather militiamen, but each of them had the courage to sacrifice themselves for Great Britain, and that was enough!

War will allow these people to mature quickly and become the first formal force under the extraordinary nation.

As for the number of deaths along the way... he was a Knight of the Round Table who had experienced countless wars, and war is bound to result in death, which is normal.

Only those who survive can become the strength of this nation; as for the dead, they will return to the Tree of Life and become "seeds" for the future.

Gareth looked at the people before him, slowly nodded, reached into the air and took a willow branch, and began his prayer:
"Mountu grants divine power!"
Transforming willow bark into jade chainmail

Willow branches transformed into long spears and longbows
Willow leaves turned into arrows
Hand it over to our army!

The next second, a willow branch appeared in the hands of each of the 2000 people, and in their eyes, it transformed into a complete set of emerald green armor. A spear and a longbow also appeared on their bodies, and their quivers were filled with arrows!
This scene naturally unfolded before everyone's eyes. This group of people suddenly transformed from a rabble into a special, extraordinary army, and they looked extremely disciplined!
"Now, go and clear away these undead spirits. The spears forged from life will send them back to where they belong!"

"Their enemies have been wiped out; they have no reason to exist in this world!"

Gareth let out a battle cry and charged ahead of the undead army!

Behind him, the knights exchanged glances, picked up their bows and spears, and began their charge under the watchful eyes of the world!

The monsters that had been motionless suddenly awoke at this moment, emitting eerie coughing sounds, and surged towards the warriors in front of them like a black tide!
It was at this moment that many people realized just how enormous the number of monsters at the bottom of the river truly was!
Those places that should have been rivers were still dark, but instead, they were those terrifying monsters compressed into flowing water, endlessly!

And in front of the water flow, Gareth stood there, like a green nail, dividing the water flow in two.

The monsters split up completely, flowing towards the warriors behind them, which made them truly take up arms and clash with the monsters!

"Your Majesty, they only have two thousand people, and they're just basic-level transcendents. Even though they've been tempered by the power of nature, they still can't defeat them, right?" Alvin's worried voice came through. "That's a full two million six hundred thousand people!"

“You have to trust humans, Alvin. They haven’t really been doing nothing these days!” Bai Yang said with a smile. He knew exactly what Sunak had done after truly gaining control of the country!
This Indian-origin prime minister has obtained power that even Churchill did not have back then. Churchill had people to restrain him, but Sunak has no one to stop him.

The king and the prince were both thinking about going to the new world, but he alone held supreme power in the country!
The supreme power of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council is more than enough to deal with an extraordinary crisis!
(End of this chapter)