From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 454 King Arthur

"The benefit of the extraordinary rebuilding of the nation is, of course, the collection of faith!"

Bai Yang said softly, "Even the Vatican wouldn't have a more convenient way of collecting faith than this island!"

What lay before him were the temples and family sculptures of the Dana gods that had appeared throughout Great Britain after this extraordinary crisis.

It has to be said that Westerners are pragmatic. They'll do anything, even if it's a threat. After almost being wiped out, they started to worship the Dana gods from the bottom of their hearts.

The most tangible manifestation of this threat is the proliferation of temples, Druidism, and rituals dedicated to the sun god Rug in various places.

This was, of course, done with Bai Yang's tacit approval. As he expanded this trial and crisis to the whole world, it even began to flourish in special temples and sacrificial activities in Commonwealth countries.

The most significant change was his daily wish power gain, which suddenly increased by more than 40%!
These extraordinary sacrificial items certainly have no energy of their own, but with the aid of the power of will, it is not difficult for them to become channels of that power.

"Your Majesty, this is something that must be promoted!" Alvin said excitedly. "The daily basic vows we have collected from the five regions of the Aesir, the American pantheon, Buddhism, Japan, and Christianity are barely comparable to those of the Celtic pantheon alone!"

"While this is due to its recent high profile, it also demonstrates the advanced nature of this collection method!"

Bai Yang nodded slightly, "Hmm... I think it's worthwhile to let the central system continue like this, but it doesn't necessarily have to be a ritual. As long as it's an item used to transfer willpower, it's fine!"

Previously, their efforts to collect the power of will mainly relied on missionaries and churches.

Leaving aside the churches, after they completed the transformation of the Roman Catholic Church, all the churches had new bishops in charge, and naturally they were able to attract the power of the will.

Authorized missionaries can walk among people and absorb their willpower—why didn't the previous crosses work? Because those crosses were created by Christianity in the past and are not suitable for the current faith.

Past beliefs and present beliefs are not the same and cannot be generalized.

This is actually a disadvantage for the Papacy, since they have spread their faith too widely. However, it is also a very abstract concept that the faith of the past cannot reach the Papacy today.

But this change is simple to make; all it takes is to give Angus a little pointers and have him order the bishops to make crosses.

A newly made cross will naturally fit with the current Vatican, and will be able to absorb the power of will, which can be considered a special way of filling in the gaps.

By shaping other pantheons, a more suitable direction for the existing pantheons can be tailored.

Bai Yang squinted slightly, gazing at the growing Dana pantheon, and said softly, "The establishment of this pantheon seems more harmonious. It doesn't have any deities created, yet it still has many people who believe in it!"

"Moreover, the expansion of this pantheon will bring even more benefits to our future transformation of other planets, so it's a win-win situation!"

Just after the two completed their complete transformation of the world, the thirty-two trial participants below them also entered Tintagel Castle and arrived at the center of this desolate castle.

Tintagel Castle is the legendary birthplace of King Arthur and the residence of his mother, the Duchess of Cornwall. In Britannian legend, it was a massive castle with significant military uses.

However, this place was actually abandoned long ago, and it wasn't until the 13th century, when the Earl of Cornwall rebuilt it, that the area regained its architectural character.

Of course, this place is now a ruin, with only broken walls and green grass remaining. In the center of these ruins, a man dressed in traditional Welsh clothing stands there, looking around with a sense of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Hmm, they've arrived! Children of the gods, descendants of the druids!" The man turned around, looked at the thirty-odd extremely cautious people, and chuckled, "Don't be nervous, this isn't hell, and I'm not a demon, so don't be afraid!"

"Who are you?" Edwin spoke again, looking at the man before him with an almost unfathomable anticipation. The man smiled gently, "You should all have guessed my name by now. Yes, just as you guessed, I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Britain."

"Wow!" Not only at the scene, not only in London, and not even in the Commonwealth, but all over the world, people were in an uproar!
They certainly knew who Arthur Pendragon was; in fact, no one was unaware of his name.

After all, the Dana gods are not well-known, and the Celtic pantheon is an unfamiliar term in this world. But when these two things are combined, and reflected in Christian mythology and many special medieval stories, everyone knows this name!
He was the leader of the Knights of the Round Table, the most legendary and greatest king of ancient Britain, the lifelong enemy of ancient Rome, the strongest monarch in Celtic mythology, and the eternal king!

He was the king who unified all of Britain, a symbol of justice and hope, who defeated the Saxons in that era and invaded the European continent, and was a hero of this land.

And now, this seemingly sunny and handsome man appeared before everyone, stirring up a huge wave of sound!

"King Arthur?" The trial participants present were filled with surprise and admiration. As heroes they had heard about since childhood, they were incredibly excited, as if they were witnessing the reappearance of their idol!
That hostility and vigilance did indeed diminish considerably, and King Arthur looked much more relaxed.

"Merlin told me that the next king will be chosen from this land, and that the cursed sword in the stone will be pulled out—I've come to see what kind of person my successor will be!"

Arthur said softly, looking around with a sense of nostalgia, "Britain has become like this, and this is the first time I've been here... It's been far too long."

After uttering a sigh of wonder at his surroundings, the young king turned back to face the people before him:

"Merlin originally intended to use this castle and the sea behind it to conduct your final trial, but in the end, I chose to do it myself."

"Those who pass the trials will inevitably face criticism from others, but if they are the successors I approve of, there should be less criticism, right?"

When King Arthur said this, all the audience members nodded subconsciously. Everyone had their own thoughts and no one was truly convinced of the new king's authority. But if he gained King Arthur's favor and approval, the answer would naturally be quite different.

This endorsement from the greatest king is arguably the most invincible background.

"Your Majesty Arthur, what is our trial?"

Some couldn't help but ask, "Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll still get hurt eventually. Some people are already impatient and want to get through this trial as soon as possible."

"Don't rush, impatience is not a quality a king should have!" King Arthur comforted him with a smile, without revealing the content of the trial, but instead chose to tell them a story, a story different from the legends they knew.

"You've all probably heard my story. In that story, I failed. Most of the Knights of the Round Table perished, Lancelot and Gawain became enemies, and Gareth and Gahoris died by Lancelot's sword..."

King Arthur said softly, "But that's not the truth of the story. In fact, the real story is far more terrifying than this!"

"A group of gods from another realm invaded this world, and ultimately chose the North Sea region as their base of invasion!"

"Such an invasion was naturally discovered, so the Norse gods initiated Ragnarok, and the Dana gods embarked on an expedition to the North Sea, with gods from all over Europe heading to the far north!"

"In that battle, the gods fell, the Tree of Life was broken, and the archdruids perished one after another, leaving only us."

"I chose to lead all my warriors to the European battlefields, which had already been occupied, and together with the Papacy, we won that terrible battle!"

“It was a tragic battle. The entire Knights of the Round Table were almost wiped out, with only Bedivere remaining. So I asked him to send me back to my hometown, back to Avalon…”

"But now, they're back!"

(End of this chapter)