Now that we're on the subject, since King Arthur obtained that holy sword in his chronicles...
This implies that in reality, the sword must be hidden sowhere, right?
So surely, there are ill-intentioned individuals scheming to uncover it.
Their first target would undoubtedly be King Arthur's tomb—planning to desecrate his grave.
Perhaps the gods wouldn't stoop to such acts, but what about those who've aligned themselves with the Primordial Gods?
In the human world, there must be sleeper agents ready to carry out orders to excavate it.
So, wasn't Brunhilde concerned about this?
No, she wasn't.
Because she had edited the chronicles, omitting a crucial detail: King Arthur was not buried in the human world. His body rests eternally in Avalon.
That realm is nearly inaccessible even to the gods, hence her lack of worry.
And now, with the cot hurtling toward Earth, why has Avalon reappeared and raised the crystal coffin?
Could it be that King Arthur isn't dead? Is he about to be resurrected?
Well, in a sense, he might not be truly dead, given that Brunhilde had uncovered the truth from the overlapping visages.
As the lidless crystal coffin erged, the peacefully slumbering figure within beca visible—a youthful body seemingly frozen in ti.
Then, the body began to move.
"Is... is this a resurrection?"
"He's not dead?"
"But the Akashic System still registers him as deceased."
"So it's just the corpse moving?"
Both humans and gods were stunned and bewildered.
What happened next left them even more speechless.
Wings sprouted from King Arthur's back—translucent, almost dragonfly-like. He appeared to have transford into a fairy.
Observing King Arthur's movents closely, his actions also appeared devoid of rationality. Not a single muscle twitched on his face, which remained expressionless like a rigid mask, as if he were a robot programd to operate automatically.
This fairy-transford King Arthur hovered semi-airborne, raising the Sword of Promised Victory in his hand toward the cot plumting from the sky.
As if aware that Avalon would interfere, the cot underwent a transformation. From within its nest erged a monstrous beast with seven heads and ten horns—an image that imdiately brought to mind an apocalyptic beast: 666.
However, this creature didn't quite resemble 666; it was more like an aberrant crimson dragon.
It burst forth from the nest, accelerating toward the Earth's surface, while the cot behind it seed to be dragged along by its tail, speeding up its collision course.
Its seven heads opened their ferocious jaws, gathering light and flas.
In the next instant, a destructive light capable of incinerating everything pierced through Earth's atmosphere in an instant, descending upon Avalon.
At this mont, King Arthur clearly hadn't had ti to unleash his ultimate move, causing both humans and gods to hold their breaths in suspense.
Direct hit!
So couldn't help but shut their eyes!
But—
"This is—!"
"Blocked?"
"No, it's being reflected back!!!"
The aberrant crimson dragon's world-ending strike was deflected by a barrier, and the destructive light retraced its path, plunging into the dragon's seven heads and jaws, vaporizing them instantly. The remaining force, barely diminished, pierced through the cot behind it.
In that mont, countless monsters within the massive nest-like cot were reduced to ashes.
Simultaneously, the cot, struck by this reflected blow, shattered into nurous fragnts. As a result, its mass was no longer concentrated, and the impact buffered its velocity. When it crashed into the ocean, it wouldn't trigger catastrophic tsunamis.
"It's... not dead!"
"Knew it wouldn't be that simple!"
The crimson dragon's seven heads regenerated completely!
Not only that, but more monsters erged from the nest, joining the crimson dragon in launching attacks toward the ground.
In an instant, a torrent of flashes rained down once more.
Yet, just as before, every attack was intercepted, failing to even shake the absolute defense, and all were reflected back again.
So, what was it defending Avalon?
Both humans and gods then noticed it wasn't a pure energy barrier. They saw hundreds of fragnt-like objects scattered in the air, forming that impenetrable defensive barrier.
Upon closer inspection, these fragnts weren't entirely irregular; they resembled puzzle pieces that could be reassembled.
After rapid analysis, so gods ntally pieced together the reconstructed form, which was—
"The scabbard!!!"
It was the scabbard of King Arthur's holy sword.
Initially, when King Arthur erged from the crystal coffin, the holy sword he wielded actually had its scabbard.
Now, that scabbard was gone—it had fragnted to protect Avalon.
And the holy sword, now devoid of its scabbard, appeared ready at last.
Endless light illuminated this holy sword, and in the next instant, the light roared. A torrent of radiance flooded the sky, devouring the falling cot.
Everything vanished without a trace beneath this purifying light.
When the light faded, King Arthur's figure reappeared, the holy sword in his hand once again sheathed.
As if having completed a programd action command, he chanically lay back down in the crystal coffin.
At this point, both mortals and gods understood that this was not a true resurrection of King Arthur.
After his death, he had rely transford his body into Avalon's defense chanism.
Only such a programmatically operating vessel could properly guard the World Tree, for only in this way could it never betray.
After all, the living possess emotions, and emotions most easily influence human actions, often giving rise to desires that should not exist.
Speaking of which, if King Arthur had also possessed the sheath in the previous duel?
Then that battle would likely have ended in his victory.
Hmm? There's a new developnt in so scenes on the arena.
It seems that after the failure of their actions against the human world, the Primordial God's army surrounding the central celestial realm has seemingly begun their assault in a fit of sha and anger!
In an instant, the entire Central Heavenly Realm shook violently.
The live broadcasts that hadn't been cut off could no longer capture the figures of either side, completely obscured by vast waves of light and flas.
From the arena, one could see towering infernos raging at the farthest edges of the Central Heavenly Realm.
Those flas surged like colossal tidal waves, threatening to engulf the arena itself.
And in such a perilous situation—!
"NOW, the final battle between humanity and the gods enters its ninth round—the conclusion!!!"
Heimdall, the announcer, made the declaration.
The representatives of both sides were about to take the stage!!!
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