Sequence Wars: The Mythical Age is Created by Me

Jin'an Port is one of the medium-sized ports in Tianhai City. Many cargo ships that have just docked are moored here, with a daily throughput of up to 10,000 tons.

Neatly arranged boxes of cargo were stacked on the port, forming a colorful maze in the eyes of outsiders. The container manager straightened the blanket he had put on overnight and did not notice the message on his phone telling him to leave immediately.

"Huh? When did a pumpkin head appear here?"

The baggage handler noticed a head had suddenly appeared where his pillow had been and instinctively reached out to pick it up.

"Uncle, if I were you, I wouldn't touch those weird-looking things without permission."

A blond man was seen leaning out of the watchtower window, his chin resting on his hand.

"You can't come in here at night..."

The staff member had barely finished speaking when he realized that the outside of the watchtower was suspended in mid-air.

Then flames lit up in the two evil wedge-shaped eyes of the pumpkin head on his bed.

"Ugh, this is really annoying."

The flames rose and fell with the words spoken.

The most troublesome guy has arrived at the Tribunal.

"Why help an ordinary human being, Richard?"

The headless horseman revealed his body beneath the pumpkin head; it was a large skeleton made of bones.

"A knight's battle must not harm others, and moreover, using another's body in battle is something the Tribunal cannot tolerate."

Richard snapped his fingers, and golden starlight shimmered at his fingertips as a lion-headed knight's sword appeared in his hand.

"ridiculous."

The Headless Horseman understood that this was just Richard's personal style; hypocritical knights always liked to do meaningless superficial work.

The cold, skeletal frame had just taken shape when the knight's sword surged forth and slashed towards it.

A pale golden light pierced through the watchtower, and the headless knight struck by the sword's edge was sent flying into the air like a sandbag.

The metal frame collapsed under the violent impact and then scattered in all directions.

Richard grabbed the box keeper by the back of his collar and slid down the watchtower ladder.

Please leave as soon as possible.

Light shimmered around Richard, outlining the design of Lionheart's armor.

The box office manager stared at the other person in disbelief. Wasn't it said that ghosts were real? Did vampires and werewolves from abroad also appear?

After watching the only ordinary person in the arena leave, Richard turned to look at the headless knight he had just knocked away.

The opponent had a very large frame, with a wingspan of at least two meters when fully extended. When he stood up, he resembled a towering white city wall.

"Richard, don't interfere with the Bradford family. We invested billions in the Tribunal last year; don't we deserve your leniency in return?"

The Headless Horseman didn't want to start a conflict here. His main mission was to take away the woman who would replace "Silver Fox," and of course, he couldn't miss the opportunity to revive the myth.

The Bradford family is the most enthusiastic about building cities on hilltops, so the knight of the apocalypse from the Bible should naturally belong to the Bradford family.

"I have a reason why I must see the Pale Knight. If you leave now, I will personally go to the Bradford family to express my gratitude."

Richard's golden armor was fully revealed, as if the king who had ripped the Lionheart out of the world with his bare hands had returned to the mortal realm.

The headless knight's expression was unreadable. He simply took out a bone whistle made from his spine, put it to his mouth, and blew a whistling, trembling sound. Immediately, a black horse emerged from between his legs and lifted the knight up.

But what was terrifying was that the black horse had no head either; a dark, ghostly flame gathered on its head, causing the surrounding temperature to drop considerably.

"I am the ninth knight to have met Durham, and I will become the first Durham of House Bradford. The wish promised by the Pale Knight can only be entrusted to me."

The headless knight had vacant eyes, and a huge lantern and scythe appeared in his hands.

Richard was about to step forward when suddenly the sound of boiling steam and the clinking of silverware filled the darkness.

Richard then felt a loud bang beside him.

That was the sound of silverware striking.

A chilling feeling, as if his heart had been locked, washed over Richard. He felt the marks on the back of his right hand burning hot, and the fear of life and death made him react extremely quickly.

The lion armor on his body shone brightly with golden light, and the knight's sword in his hand turned into a beam of light and flew out. A beam of light two meters wide exploded next to Richard along with the silver bullet that suddenly arrived.

The shockwave from the explosion propelled him more than 10 meters before he came to a stop after crashing into a cargo container.

Even so, the 5-meter-tall cargo box was dented in a large dent, and the other cargo boxes piled up were also teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Ahem, a vampire hunter of yours actually resorts to sneak attacks."

A trickle of blood flowed from Richard's mouth.

It appears he suffered a minor injury, but internal injuries are something a third-tier True Name Sequence user can recover from quickly and do not affect his real-time combat power.

"[Symphony of Silver and Mercury] is still too easy to recognize."

The newcomer brandished the silver pistol in his hand, removed his wide-brimmed hat to reveal a pair of wolf-like eyes, but his pupils held a wisdom that could read minds.

"Van Helsing! Come with me and kill him! I have the remains of 10 vampires here. Kill him, and I'll give them all to you."

The headless horseman screamed madly, ghostly fire flickering in his eye sockets.

Upon hearing this, Van Helsing gave the headless horseman a cold look.

"I was sent by Bradford to stop you. At least for tonight, unless you kill me, you will have no chance of seeing that mythical sequence."

But a moment later, he turned his attention to Richard.

"Heh heh, you two are underestimating me far too much."

Richard jumped out of the crater, his armor spotless, seemingly unharmed.

Van Helsing's pupils contracted slightly; he knew that he hadn't held back at all in this attack.

Even a vampire of the lowest rank of "Calamity" would at least lose half of their body.

Could it be that this "Lionheart King" truly gained the approval of the Plantagenet king in history, as the legend suggests?

"You don't actually think you can defeat the two of us at Tier 3, do you? Let me guess, you've been at Tier 3 for a long time now, and everyone else in the Tribunal has gradually reached Tier 4. Why haven't you?"

The headless horseman's words returned to a peaceful tone after the frenzied murmur.

"Hahaha, I think it must be that Lionheart King who gave you the fourth-tier advancement quest, which is to find the first [King Arthur] sequence, right?"

"After all, you are different. You are someone who has received the mark of recognition from this heroic spirit, making this sequence your exclusive sequence."

The headless knight's words finally made Richard frown.

He really wanted to know which member of the Bradford family knew so much about him.

And the other party's guess is precisely his current predicament.

An exclusive sequence is a sequence that transforms the original real name sequence into a sequence that only you can possess.

This requires the absolute support of Heroic Spirits and the individual being the strongest in that sequence.

The abilities of your exclusive sequence will be enhanced to a certain extent, but the price is that you must fulfill the unfulfilled wishes of those heroic spirits.

You must become their mantle in this world, the vessel through which they fulfill their wishes, so that you can gradually ascend to that highest place and stand alongside the heroic spirits.

"Alas, it is a pity that no matter how many rituals you perform in Glastonbury, you cannot awaken the Eternal King. He is as if he has fallen into silence, vanished from history, and cannot be awakened."

The Headless Horseman laughed heartily; he enjoyed seeing self-proclaimed righteous people like Richard suffer setbacks.

"Now you're actually placing your hopes on the East; it's a desperate move, really."

Richard did not respond.

In fact, it wasn't just King Arthur; it also included the Amazon queen, Ramses II of Egypt, and the first emperor of the Xia dynasty...

Many early monarchical sequences have not been revived anywhere in the world.

It was as if it wasn't time for them to wake up yet.

Therefore, this is not just a personal problem, but rather a result of the environment.

But as a knight, and a follower of that knight king, Richard offered no explanation; he simply raised his head even more fervently and shouted at the two men.

"That's right, that's exactly my purpose. That king deserves to reappear in the world, even if it means becoming his stepping stone. This is the very meaning of the Lionheart King's existence!"

Richard raised his knight's sword high, and like the historical Lionheart, he possessed an absolutely fanatical obsession with King Arthur.

To become that person's shadow, one would be willing to stake one's entire life.

The headless horseman and Van Helsing exchanged a glance, and the latter took a step forward and pulled a silver crossbow from his pocket.

"You have to defeat me today, no matter what, before you can get through this."

The headless horseman turned to look at the tranquil night sky over the sea off Jinan Port.

There stood a pale-faced knight.

He moved slowly, followed by countless knights. He brought the underworld back to the mortal realm.

A boundless fear inexplicably rose within the headless knight, and he suddenly realized something.

Even if the Pale Knight could grant his wish and make him the first "Duraham" in the world, but...

Why would that mythical being agree to his request?

When the power of mythology appeared in this world, the Headless Horseman realized his own insignificance.

But he soon emerged from this vast emptiness.

Every Sequence Member has their own inner convictions, which is precisely why they are able to attract Sequence Members.

The heroic spirits search for those whose life trajectories are most similar to their own, then bestow their sequence abilities upon them and tell them, "Go, experience everything I have experienced, and fulfill the unfulfilled wishes of my life."

Pumpkin Head remained silent for a moment, then leaped up.

But the next moment, he was thrown back to the ground.

A figure slowly emerged from the water. He stepped steadily on the surface, and the seawater, which should have swallowed him up, carried him forward.

"Bradford brat, get out of here."

Lu Feng took off his jacket, revealing a tactical vest specially made for the 9th inning, but his hands were still empty.

"How is this possible? There's actually a third-tier ascendant True Name Sequence in Tianhai City? No, to be able to break through my spirit body so easily, you've gained that heroic spirit's approval."

The appearance of yet another exclusive sequence left the Headless Horseman utterly astonished.

"I remember a couple of years ago, [Tai'a] issued a declaration to all sequence users worldwide, prohibiting any sequence user above level two from entering the Xia Kingdom. It seems you've all forgotten that."

Lu Feng's voice was very deep.

"How ridiculous! It's no longer the time when [Tai'a] was the only one that mattered. We also have fourth-tier heroes now. That Chang Gong, who is known as the [General of Heavenly Strategy], is no longer an invincible being in this world."

The headless horseman's resentful voice came from the pumpkin head.

At that time, the world did not know what kind of strength a fourth-order person possessed, but they could only hear from afar that the person stirred up the wind at sea, and a great sun appeared behind him, the seawater scorching and hissing as it was burned by the sun.

Then an arrow was shot out, a rainbow piercing the sun, and more than a dozen third-tier true name sequence members collapsed, leaving only boiling seawater.

With the bearing of a dragon and phoenix, and the appearance of the sun and moon, he only remembered the murmuring voices of those Xia people.

"It's alright. Today, I will help you recall the fear you felt when you were controlled by [Tai'a]."

Lu Feng chuckled lightly, and a long spear suddenly appeared in his hand. His clothes fluttered without wind, and the waves surged for ten miles.

In history, Xin Qiji, who aspired to become a general and serve his country throughout his life, was repeatedly not given important positions in his youth due to suspicion. It was only when he was old that the court appointed him as the chief administrator of the Privy Council.

But the emperor's edict was still on its way. In the dead of night, Xin Qiji, who was lying in bed, suddenly sat up. He looked at the ancient sword on the wall and shouted, "Kill the traitors! Kill the traitors! Kill the traitors!" He had just finished shouting when he passed away peacefully.

Compared to Huo Qubing, who achieved early success, Xin Qiji, whose name corresponds to Huo Qubing, never reached the battlefield of his heart until his death.

Lu Feng's breakthrough mission was quite simple: to kill ten opponents of the same level while being an ordinary person.

This is precisely why he withdrew from [Tai'a].

Only by leaving the grandest stage of the Great Xia Dynasty could he fight freely on the stage where Xin Qiji was the protagonist.

The headless knight stared at the figure wielding the spear and gripped his scythe tighter.

"Wait, I activated the curse of the Headless Horseman when I entered the country. Anyone who has touched the pumpkin head I gave them will pay with their life for me. If you let me reach the Pale Knight safely, I will let them go."

The headless horseman's words reached Lu Feng's ears, but the latter's expression remained unchanged.

How many people could they possibly come into contact with in just one or two days after entering the country?

Lu Feng is not a compassionate or charitable person. He is not even an official of the Xia Kingdom. He is currently just an unemployed vagrant wandering between cities.

If one wants to heal the nation from its ills, one must not be indecisive.

"If that's the case, I will soon go to your hometown and kill the same number of people."

Lu Feng lowered his eyes, but gripped the gun in his hand even tighter.

Upon hearing this, the ghostly fire in the headless knight's eyes intensified.

There are actually people like this in the world.