Zongman: The post-2D era

The woman, the first princess of Britain, wore silver armor that shone with a cold luster in the sun. She shook her head slightly, and the tip of her sword trembled slightly, as if expressing her unshakable determination:

"The valley of the mountain has been designated as a forbidden area by the previous queen with supreme power. Only those of the queen's bloodline can enter. Even if you are a saint, you cannot violate this oath."

In the morning light, her figure blended into the outline of the valley, like a warrior in an ancient painting, guarding an inviolable holy place.

"Although I hate her partiality and her cowardly diplomacy towards the outside world, I recognize her wisdom!"

A breeze blew by, causing her silver cloak to flutter gently, and every wisp of wind seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious oath.

"Before she finally disappeared, she predicted that the day the valley of the hills disappeared would be the end of Britain."

A trace of determination flashed in Feng Feng's eyes. He straightened his spine and spoke in a sincere and firm tone:

"I understand your position and admire your determination. But in my opinion, true leadership does not lie in bloodline, but in the ability to lead people to a better future."

He stepped forward eagerly and put forward his conditions.

"I support you to become queen and believe you can change Britain and give it new vitality."

When the woman heard this, her body under the silver armor shook slightly. She stared at Feng Feng, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

However, she finally shook her head firmly, and the tip of her sword gently drew an arc on the ground:

"I appreciate your kindness, but this forbidden place cannot be entered without the queen's bloodline. This is the iron rule left by the previous queen. Although I want to be the king, I have not yet been crowned and cannot violate this oath."

Feng Feng closed his eyes slightly, and the power in his body surged, as if to tear the space apart.

However, the woman just swung the sword lightly, and where the tip of the sword pointed, the air seemed to be split in two, with a faint sound of thunder.

At the moment when Feng Feng was about to use his spatial ability to force his way into the valley, Feng Feng's figure suddenly twisted strangely, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, and instantly appeared under the tip of the sword.

His black hair was flying, his clothes were fluttering, and he was just a hair's breadth away from the silver sword. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he regained his composure, and the power in his body surged again, attempting to make another space jump.

But the woman's swordsmanship seemed to have predicted his every move. The sword's light was like a shadow, always locking onto him, making it difficult for him to escape.

Feng Feng took a few steps back, his black windbreaker rustling in the wind. He looked closely at the heroic woman in front of him with his sharp eyes.

In the morning light, her silver armor flashed with a cold and firm light, as if every ray of light contained an inviolable majesty.

She stood with a sword in her hand, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, her eyes firm, as if as long as she stood there, no one could shake the foundation of Britain.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, which was a reflection of her deep love and responsibility for her country and nation. She said softly: "As long as I am here and Britain survives, you will never step into this valley."

After she finished speaking, she gently swung her sword, and the tip of the sword drew a brilliant silver arc in the air, as if dividing the sky and the earth into two. It was magnificent and awe-inspiring.

A confident smile appeared on Feng Feng's lips, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up, as if trying to attract some invisible force.

Faint energy fluctuations began to spread in the air, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be slightly distorted by this force.

Suddenly, a low and distant sword sound came from the depths of the valley, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years was awakened.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light shot up from the valley and pointed straight to the sky.

In that light, an ancient and majestic sword slowly emerged. The sword body was flowing with the breath of mountains, rivers and earth, as if it contained endless power.

"Here comes the sword!"

Chapter 894 The Beginning of the Disaster

Monday, December 12

Feng Feng once again flew back to Academy City from the mountain valley in southern England.

In Academy City, Shirai and Misaka Mikoto are shocked by the news of the great earthquake in England and the news of the joint visit of the three princesses.

Most of the students discussed the English love fairy tale of Feng Feng and the princess, and the class started as usual.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui stared at the Academy City on the surveillance screen and sighed.

"No one can stop him! The great earthquake in the UK is just the beginning of the disaster. The world has begun to collapse!"

Index, who was protecting Kamijou on the surveillance screen and eating, drinking and sleeping every day, began her trip to England, preparing to go to the disaster area for rescue.

On the other screen, Feng Feng carried the Mountain Sword and took Shokuhou back to a high school, where he met Sakura Matou.

Feng Feng strolled along the campus's tree-lined avenue, carrying the legendary Mountain Sword on his back. The sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting patches of light on his resolute face.

The sword flashed a faint cold light in the interweaving of light and shadow, but no one cast any strange looks at it, as if this had become a natural part of his life.

Shokuhou Misaki followed beside her with a playful smile on her face, and asked softly, "You are considered successful now, right?"

Feng Feng smiled slightly, without comment, turned to face Sakura Matou, and gently unsheathed the sword.

The full appearance of the Mountain Sword instantly illuminated the space around the three people. The sword body flowed with the rhythm of mountains and rivers, as if silently telling Matou Sakura about the journey and glory.

"I am the Sword Spirit of the Mountain. Are you ready to take me back?!"

Feng Feng nodded slightly, his eyes deep, as if he had made up his mind.

He slowly inserted the Sword of the Mountain into the scabbard behind him. The sword seemed to have a spirit, quietly fitting against his back.

Shokuhou Misaki opened her red lips slightly, and invisible psychological fluctuations spread quietly. The expressions of the classmates around her became calm and submissive, and everything returned to its usual tranquility.

Matou Sakura was wearing a neat high school uniform. The breeze blew and her skirt swayed gently. She opened her arms, with both reluctance and expectation in her eyes, and her voice trembled a little:

"Feng Feng, do you really want to go to that legendary utopia? Is that where we will end up?"

"Can't we always live in a time of world peace?"

Feng Feng stood with his back to the mottled sunlight, and the Sword of the Mountain seemed to come alive in his hand, flashing a cold and resolute light.

Amid Shokuhou Misaki's terrified scream, his eyes became unusually firm, and the tip of the sword cut through the air like lightning and arrived in an instant.

There was still longing and reluctance for the future in Sakura Matou's eyes. Her smile froze at that moment. The school uniform on her chest was pierced by the sharp tip of the sword, leaving a shocking blood mark.

She looked at Feng Feng in disbelief, a hint of confusion flashed across her eyes, but was immediately replaced by deep relief.

She opened her arms, and even though her clothes were stained with blood, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, as if to say, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to experience the beauty of this world."

Behind Fengfeng, Shokuhou Misaki's eyes widened, anger and confusion intertwined on her face. She almost shouted, "Fengfeng, why did you do this? Are you crazy?!"

Her voice was particularly harsh in the quiet of the campus, attracting surprised glances from students far away.

Sakura Matou's body trembled slightly, blood slid from the corner of her mouth, staining her chin red, but she seemed not to feel the pain. She just opened her arms and tightly hugged Feng Feng who was standing there.

There was shock in her eyes, but also an inexplicable trust and tenderness.

Feng Feng lowered his head and whispered in Matou Sakura's ear in a low but firm voice: "Sakura, believe me, all this is for our future."

His eyes were deep, as if hiding endless secrets and determination. Matou Sakura listened to his words, and the confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by deep relief and trust. She nodded slightly, and with the last bit of her strength, she gave him a warm smile.

Feng Feng seemed to be in a state of still time. The hustle and bustle of the outside world had nothing to do with him. Only he and Sakura Matou were left in this moment of eternity.

His hands allowed Shokuhou Misaki's fists to rain down on him, but he did not move at all, and his eyes were fixed on Matou Sakura.

Sakura Matou's smile gradually faded, and her body began to emit a soft light, like the mist in the morning light, slowly rising and gradually dissipating.

Her figure gradually merged with the Sword of the Mountain, and her gentle face seemed to be reflected in the light flowing on the sword. At that moment, the entire campus seemed to be shrouded in this gentle power. Time froze at this moment, leaving only the sword light and the reluctant tears shining against each other.

Feng Feng stared at Sakura Matou's body gradually turning into a point of light, until only a strange magic mark remained suspended in the air.

In the center of the mark is the outline of Big Ben, a landmark building in 19th century London.

Then it slowly deformed, as if carved by an invisible hand, and finally turned into an exquisite round metal plate. With the marks of time, it gently fell to the ground with a crisp and long sound.

The metal disk spun a few times on the ground and then stopped. The surface was flickering with light, reflecting distorted reflections of the surrounding scenery, as if it was a portal to another time and space.

"You have already reincarnated in this world once before, and someone has marked you!"

Feng Feng squatted down and gently touched the cold edge with his fingertips. An ancient and mysterious power flowed into his body along his fingertips, making his eyes instantly become deep and complex.

"I discovered the methods of the British Puritans only after I got the Sword of the Mountain. This is the only way I could do in a hurry!"

The air around seemed to freeze, even the wind stopped, leaving only circles of tiny but clear ripples spreading silently where the metal plate touched the ground.

The sky over London suddenly darkened and was covered with dark clouds, as if foreshadowing an ominous sign.

As Feng Feng swung the Zhongshan Sword in his hand suddenly, the round metal plate carrying the consciousness of Matou Sakura seemed to respond to some ancient and powerful call, and instantly burst into dazzling light and soared into the sky.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in London, the ground shook violently, as if it was split in two by an invisible giant blade, and the crack spread from the center of the city.

Tall buildings were shaking and collapsing in the earthquake. Dust and rubble covered the sky. Frightened people fled in all directions. Cries and screams intertwined into a chaotic melody.

In the sky, lightning and thunder flashed among the dark clouds, as if even the forces of nature were shocked by this extraordinary moment.

Feng Feng held the phone tightly as the news pictures on the screen were shocking: the city of London seemed to be split in half by an invisible giant sword, and the crack was like the back of a giant dragon, dividing the prosperous city into two.

In the picture, smoke and dust are billowing, and the wreckage of buildings is scattered all over the ground. The Big Ben in the distance stands alone in the gloom, looking particularly desolate.

At the same time, another news feed came into view. Three princesses were smiling and wearing gorgeous dresses, walking into the welcome ceremony of Academy City. They were surrounded by laughter and colorful balloons, which was in sharp contrast to the disaster scene in London.

Feng Feng's eyes switched back and forth between the scenes of the two places, and he felt mixed emotions, as if he was at the junction of heaven and hell at the same time.

Chapter 895 Sakura Witch

Tuesday, December 13

Feng Feng once again took a plane to London, England. On the surface, the purpose was to carry out earthquake relief work, but in fact, he was looking for Sakura Matou's previous life and avoiding the three princesses.

In Academy City, Shirai and Misaka Mikoto are keeping an eye on the news about the earthquake in Britain, and the three princesses live together in Tokiwadai School.

Most of the students' discussions turned to Feng Feng's noble sentiments about going to England, and as usual, someone would occasionally say a few meaningless remarks such as "The saint is so great" during class breaks.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui were staring at the Academy City Integrated Council on the surveillance screen.

"The earthquake in the UK is only the beginning of the disaster. The world has already begun to collapse! Now the upper echelons are not ready to receive the three princesses. It's really..."

Kamijou and Index began the rescue operation in the disaster area, living in a tent and starting working at six in the morning.

Feng Feng got off the plane carrying the Mountain Sword and took Shokuhou to the British Library to look for information about Sakura Matou's previous life.

Inside the British Library, the towering bookshelves seem to reach the sky, and each row carries the weight of history.

Feng Feng held a yellowed photo in his hand, which was a blurry image of Matou Sakura's previous life. He shuttled between ancient books and manuscripts with his sharp eyes, and from time to time he had a silent conversation with the words on the spines of the books.

Shokuho shuttles between scholars and librarians, piecing together clues from fragments of information with her unique charm and keen intuition.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows onto their focused faces, adding a touch of mystery to this ancient library.

The two of them smiled at each other from time to time, and their tacit understanding seemed to be able to penetrate time and space and touch the distant and mysterious past.

Under the dim light, Feng Feng and Shokuhou finally found a clue in a dusty ancient book.