From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 456 The Selection of the King of Heaven

"This is the real test of courage..."

Among the followers, one person commented, "To dare to draw a sword against King Arthur is already an extraordinary act of courage!"

That was, after all, the oldest king, the legendary king, Arthur Pendragon!
Before everyone, Edwin stepped forward and stood before King Arthur. "Let me go first. Now that we've come this far, I must draw my sword for the sake of those who support me!"

Nowadays, almost every contestant represents not only themselves, but also a large group of supporters behind them, as well as their own ambition to become king.

Everyone has thought, more or less, what they would do if they became a king. These thoughts were just fantasies a long time ago, and nothing more than topics of conversation over tea.

In Britain, the monarchy represents a unique kind of faith, a faith that everyone knows and believes in.

There's a saying that goes something like that, isn't there?
Ask the British about world affairs, and they might not know; but if you ask them how the Queen's dogs are doing, everyone will be able to hold your hand and talk to you for ages.

This trend of admiring royalty originated in the time of King Arthur, after all, this king truly set an example for British monarchs and laid the foundation for its development.

Now, this fantasy has come true. Even with King Arthur blocking their way, they still have to test the other side's true strength!

"Very good! Your courage is enough to make you a proper knight!" King Arthur said admiringly, then with a wave of his hand, another wooden sword fell from the sky and landed in Edwin's hand.

"Now, with the same courage you have for defending this nation, launch an attack against me!"

"Good!" Edwin was, after all, an absolute elite who came from the Marine Corps. His body, which had declined due to his advanced age, had been restored during his previous travels in other worlds. Now, his body seemed even more robust than when he was twenty years old, and he felt a surge of pride.

"Clang!" The two swords clashed in mid-air. Edwin's attack was blocked by King Arthur's raised hand, and the battle was truly about to begin!
King Arthur raised his hand and swung his sword. The terrifying power, along with an even more unparalleled aura, pressed down and struck Edwin's sword, causing his already tightly clenched hands to tremble uncontrollably!

Edwin felt like he could barely hold his weapon; the vibration made his hands tremble. But King Arthur's attack showed no sign of ending; instead, he intensified his attack, striking Edwin's wrist and knocking the sword from his hand.

The trembling made him subconsciously move his wrist in response to the vibration, and it also cost him the chance to grip the longsword again.

As the longsword was deflected, Edwin's forlorn expression was seen by everyone.

"The long battle has made you choose to protect your life, but your strong heart will not tremble because of the attack!"

King Arthur's comment also signifies the defeat of this biggest favorite to win the championship.

Edwin understood and nodded slightly. "Yes, the army taught me to protect myself. This idea has become ingrained in my instincts, and there's no way to change it!"

He turned and walked into the crowd, looking at the trial participants, and said sincerely, "Hold your swords, for they are your lives—this is all I can do for you!"

The next second, a new trial participant stepped forward and picked up the wooden sword that had been knocked away.

Without a word, and without any need for conversation, the trial participants charged toward King Arthur, gripping their wooden swords tightly, only to be sent flying, swords and all!
"If you don't even know how to deflect force, wouldn't you be unable to withstand even the first attack in a battle?"

King Arthur was less of a test and more of a mentorship in combat techniques.

None of them were ordinary people, but extraordinary beings who had experienced adventures in other lands and undergone superhuman transformations. However, in King Arthur's eyes, their combat skills were indeed far too inferior.

Because they had never experienced extraordinary battles, let alone similar combat experience.

Therefore, almost everyone was defeated in the first or second move. Their near-perfect fighting skills made the audience witness a fighting performance that was almost "art"!

Strikes, throws, blocks... every step is full of the beauty of battle, but it is also in this beauty that nearly half of the trial participants fall before him.

"Too weak... Why are the trial participants selected after all this trouble so weak?"

King Arthur frowned and voiced his question, which elicited a wry smile from the trial participants.

How did they know they would be fighting King Arthur? And in this era, who still possessed such a strong and pure fighting spirit? Wasn't this asking the impossible? Just then, Livia stepped forward, walked up to King Arthur, and bowed respectfully, saying, "You...hello, I am your admirer. When I was little, my father told me stories about you. You are the guardian of Wales, so I came here!"

Upon hearing this, King Arthur turned his gaze to the girl before him, and then his expression changed!

He looked at the girl who wasn't particularly outstanding in appearance, at most only "pretty". He noticed her woolen cloak, the feathers sewn on her, her slightly limping left leg, and her words that were so excited that she stuttered. He even took two steps forward on his own!
"It's rare to find someone like you in this day and age! What's your name? Where are you from?"

The girl said softly, "My name is Livia Wilde. I was born in Scotland, but I'm Welsh! My father said the King's affairs were important, so I came!"

"I don't fight, so I have no intention of fighting you. Just watching you is enough for me!"

Thank you for everything you've done for Wales! Wishing you all the best in the future!

She bowed respectfully to King Arthur, then turned to leave.

Her words caused an uproar among the audience. Her answer, so naive it seemed like a pretense, appeared so out of place in this world.

She was truly unprepared for battle; she didn't even draw her sword before turning back.

This behavior, however, left King Arthur both amused and exasperated: "Wait, don't go!"

"Is there anything else?" Livia asked softly.

"Turn around and let me take a good look at you!" King Arthur said, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Tell me about your affairs!"

This blond king's emerald-green eyes were filled with gentle expectation.

Livia seemed a little flustered and said in a low voice, "I...I don't know how to say it..."

"I'm not asking you to speak, but to let these creations within you speak!" King Arthur's words seemed to pierce through everything in the world, causing an uproar among the audience. "Creation? What creations?"

Weren't they watching these things the whole time? What exactly did they miss?
The next second, the woolen cloak fell off the girl's body and transformed into a heroic woman who appeared before King Arthur.

The woman looked at King Arthur with amusement. "It seems you've discovered the girl we blessed, Arthur Pendragon!"

Upon seeing the woman, King Arthur quickly bowed. "So it is Your Majesty Morrigan. Is this young woman also the one you have chosen?"

"It's not just me, there's also Moentu, Neve, and Dorn. We all chose her together. This girl possesses a faith that even the gods envy!"

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand, and beams of light shone from the girl's body, transforming her into three goddesses of different appearances.

Then the three goddesses vanished again, turning into a beam of light that landed in Morrigan's hand.

"The Mother Goddess of Fertility, the Irish Goddess of War, the Welsh Goddess, the Statue of Liberty..." King Arthur was somewhat surprised. "So this era is your era?"

“No, it’s just that Ruger is considering matters concerning the Great World, so we’ll be on duty here for the time being!” Morrigan said with a smile, gently stroking the girl beside her. “I even named her; she’s called Orion of the Wilderness…”

"Can you feel it? In this desolate and forbidden land, where the spirituality of nature has almost disappeared, an astonishing spirituality flows through her!"

"That was a spiritual radiance that could make even the gods tremble!"

Hearing this, the young girl Livia looked at the goddess beside her with some curiosity, "You gave me my name? And what about this in my hand?"

She raised her hand, revealing a scar on her wrist, a scar so clear that it made King Arthur abruptly stand up. "This is... the crystal hilt?"

He looked at the girl with complicated emotions, then at the goddess, "Your Majesty, if there is a choice for the King of Heaven, why do we need to conduct this kind of selection process involving everyone?"

(End of this chapter)