From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 459 Veteran Mentors Newcomer

The girl's hand gripped the hilt of the sword before her, as if she were also gripping the hearts of all the spectators.

In the final stage of this grand and even tumultuous royal selection trial, the sole chosen one, a young girl named Livia Wilde, is finally about to draw her sword!

She limped slowly to the sword in the stone, and amidst the roars of demons, the whispers of King Arthur, and the gazes of countless people, she pulled out the sword.

At this moment, there was neither a radiant light from the sky nor a golden lotus emerging from the ground; it was as if the sword had simply been drawn.

True transcendence doesn't require anyone's promise or permission; simply existing is transcendence!
Livia looked at the sword in her hand. There was an ancient script engraved on the blade that she didn't recognize, but she could read it: "Nidhren?"

The moment she uttered those words, the longsword hummed, seemingly carrying an extraordinary power that swirled around her, and illusory shadows appeared beside her.

It was a flock of sheep, ears of wheat, ravens, heavy snow, and all that had appeared in her life experiences, all combined into a supernatural entity, softly chanting an ancient language in her ear.

"When you hold the sword, your hand is as if you are holding a shepherd's staff."

The act of cleaving was like herding sheep back to their pen—

The wind whipped up dandelions, carrying away panic.

Stomping your feet will shake out earthworms, loosen the soil, and fertilize the field.
The rebuke instilled fear in everyone in the Parliament building.
You are the knight of nature, and the king of life!

Aren't these things the most primal, most profound, and most anticipated dreams of a young girl? The so-called dream weaver is, in essence, weaving her own dream!
Her dream became reality before her eyes, and was heard by many in this wind. She was still that farmer, that shepherdess, only now she was herding the nation's flock of sheep, and protecting the future of this country!

The ancient words transformed into the clearest wind, blowing before her. The stone vanished before her eyes, leaving only a faint glimmer of light that swirled around her, illuminating several parts of her body.

The limp that was supposed to never heal due to childhood frostbite began to improve slowly under the influence of this light. The gentle light also eased the perpetually furrowed brow of the girl.

She gently lowered her foot, and for the first time in many years, her sole touched the ground, revealing a different kind of miracle in everyone's eyes!
It was a lush, green meadow, slowly growing out right at her feet.

It was as if the world knew the pain she was suffering, and therefore specially supported her feet.

"This is a gift of gratitude from Britain, a tribute to the land..."

Some of the elderly were even moved to tears, after all, such a story, which is almost like a druid's blessing, only occasionally exists in folk legends, but now it has become a reality!

Doesn't this mean that the druids and gods they worship are truly protecting them?

"What have we done!" these people groaned silently. They had followed other religions for many years, but now that their ancestral gods had returned, could they still receive their protection?

This feeling hasn't ended yet; the miracle in Livia's life continues.

The woolen cloak she was wearing was shimmering, and as the light flickered, ravens appeared from the sky and crashed into the cloak.

The cloak, which was originally crudely made by the girl herself from wool, now shimmered with starlight.

At that moment, Stonehenge, located on Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, England, suddenly burst into intense light, and a vast expanse of starlight descended from the sky, giving the people there a strange sense of illusion.

Streaks of starlight set off from here, heading towards Tintajerburg, transforming into a real and tangible band of light in the sky, majestically lingering in the eyes of everyone in the entire region.

This miraculous effect seemed to tell everyone that the birth of this new king had earned the praise of this land!
Starlight descended from the sky and fell upon the girl, making her figure, sword in hand, appear so upright and proud.

She raised the "Dream Weaver" in her hand, pointing it at the demon before her, "You are evil and should be dealt with!"

Upon hearing this, the somewhat stunned demon suddenly laughed, "Such crude words are what a king is like?"

She mocked the girl's rustic accent, then without hesitation brandished her claws and pounced on Livia!

He had long since run out of choices. Whether before or now, the moment he offered his soul to the demons for his so-called "future," he had no way out. He might as well assassinate this new king of Britain; even if he died here in the future, it would be considered pleasing Satan, and he could receive better treatment in hell.

Therefore, the demon appeared even more ferocious and tyrannical, and the flames on his body rose higher and higher, even overshadowing King Arthur beside him, his arrogance reaching the heavens!

The towering flames were right in front of Livia, making this girl who had just grasped the sword in the stone and received the gift of the gods look so lonely and insignificant.

Many viewers are on tenterhooks. They are all descendants of the Celts and certainly don't want their tribe's king to become someone else's prey before he has even been crowned king.

The new king is well-liked by many, because in Europe, only the son of a king can become king, and even Napoleon rose through the ranks through military achievements.

But who has ever seen a farmer's daughter become a queen?

Only people of similar status to them can attract their attention and support, and give them a deeper expectation for the future.

They hoped to live a truly peaceful and prosperous life under the new king, rather than becoming playthings of capital and nobility, struggling to make ends meet.

They were all hoping that Livia would win this battle and lead them into a new era:

"You must win, new queen!"

"Britain's hope, Great Britain's pride, you will win this battle!"

"Queen Livia, you will win, we pray for you!"

The words and prayers of these people transformed into streams of wishful energy in the air, reaching Livia and making the girl's figure much more solid.

She gripped the "Dream Weaver" tightly, feeling a surge of power coursing through her body, and then she swung her sword forward with a sudden burst of energy!
A giant raven phantom appeared behind her, then transformed into a long sword blade, slashing at the demon before her.

That attack, carrying the girl's dream and imbued with the power of countless people's wishes, was finally revealed to everyone.

"I won't be hit by such a simple attack!" the demon rasped, but when he flapped his wings to leave, he found that he couldn't fly off the ground.

A patch of green grass spread out beneath the demon, and two seemingly fragile blades of grass suddenly became stronger than steel cables, binding the demon and preventing him from moving!

"Damn it, I can't move!"

The flash of the sword light caused terror to appear in the eyes of the demon before him, but he had no power to stop it and could only watch helplessly as he was pierced through by the sword.

A huge crack appeared on the demon's body, cleaving him in two!

The demon, somewhat astonished, pulled his soul from his body and uttered a harsh threat, "You've won this time, but Satan's glory will surely shine upon this land once more! We'll meet again someday!"

His soul flew upwards, where there seemed to be a peculiar vortex that was absorbing his soul—the Gates of Hell!
"No need for 'later'! Leave it here now!" King Arthur's calm voice rang out. "In the name of the Lord of Wales, I seal your soul!"

He raised the broken steel in his hand, and the great holy sword shone down, severing the door in front of many people's eyes, and forcibly leaving the soul that originally wanted to leave here!

Upon hearing this, Livia understood and quickly said, "In the name of the new King of Britain, I seal your soul!"

In Livia's hand, the golden scales on the blade stood up one by one, opening like fish scales and breathing, suddenly sucking the demon corpses on the ground towards her.

Also sucked in was the demon that had already floated in mid-air!

"On this land, you have defied the gods, worshipped false gods, and even attacked the chosen ones! You have committed an unforgivable sin!"

Under the terrified gaze of the demon, King Arthur delivered this judgment!
Rather than a trial of the new king, this was more of a lesson in teaching by example. The ancient king was instructing the new king on how to deal with supernatural invasions!
(End of this chapter)