From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 431: Merlin's Solution

Meanwhile, inside Buckingham Palace, Bai Yang was also paying close attention to Prince Harry's performance.

Truth be told, the other party did not quite fit the definition of a Mythological Hero. Fortunately, Bai Yang had no intention of grooming him to be one.

The green light from earlier was, of course, his masterpiece. In order to gather people from all over the world here, Bai Yang needed an excellent leader or spokesperson. As it happened, Prince Harry was exactly the right person for the role.

Looking at the room that now contained only Harry and the King who had suddenly fallen severely ill, Bai Yang snapped his fingers. An illusory silhouette materialized in front of him.

"I must say, you are still the perfect anchor for the Mythology, Merlin!"

The illusory figure gradually solidified, transforming into an old man wearing a hat, and descended right in front of Prince Harry.

"To think that among the descendants of the Saxons, there would actually be someone possessing Scottish and Welsh bloodlines, and a Crown Prince at that!"

Hearing this, Prince Harry, who had been deep in thought, jerked his head up. He instinctively reached for something nearby to defend himself, but after a moment of consideration, he stayed his hand. Instead, he stood up and stared intently at the old man. "Are you here to curse us as well?"

"It seems you have confirmed I am not an assassin sent to kill you? You certainly possess a bit more courage and insight than the rest of your foolish Royal Family!" the old man chuckled softly.

Looking at this elderly figure dressed in robes, sporting a long white beard, and even holding a wand in his hand, Harry curled his lip. "Anyone who could appear before me without alerting a single guard could have killed me long ago!"He was currently with King Charles, making this the most secure location in all of Great Britain. The royal guards, the military, and various security forces were stationed all around, yet it was dead silent.

There were only two possibilities: either none of them had noticed a thing, or they were all dead.

Therefore, Harry was absolutely certain that the old man standing before him was a Transcendent Being.

"You are quite clever. It is a pity your moral character falls short, otherwise I would truly want to take you as a disciple!" the old man said softly. "I have come for the future of this Realm!"

"Who are you?" Harry asked decisively. "For the future of this Realm... Do you know the reason behind the crisis plaguing our nation?"

"You may have heard my name. Some call me an Archdruid, some call me an Archmage, and others simply call me an old Sorcerer. However, I prefer my Welsh name. They call me Merlin Ambrosius." The old man spoke lightly, yet to Harry's ears, his words rang out like Divine Thunder!

Merlin! This was another name that was universally known throughout all of England!

After all, he was the very embodiment of Magic, the mentor of King Arthur, and the undisputed central figure of the entire Welsh Mythology.

During the pre-Middle Ages, when the Dana Divine Family gradually fell into decline, his reputation echoed across the British Isles. He was the representative of all future magical systems.

A child of the Fairies, a descendant of Elves, a half-human half-demon cambion, an Archdruid...

Many had speculated about his origins, but no one had ever known his true identity. It was only known that he was undeniably connected to the Gods, and even after offending the Lady of the Lake, he could not be killed.

"So it is the esteemed Archdruid Merlin!" Harry said hurriedly. "What do you mean by the future?"

Merlin stroked his beard. "This island is overflowing with the curses of the dead, the Grudge of the deceased, the envy of the Gods, and the neglect of the druids. The Slaughter you have inflicted upon this island is a hundred times more terrifying than Cuchulainn's Slaughter!"

"If it were not for the fact that Avalon still exists on this island, I would not have bothered to come!"

Hearing this, Harry felt as though he had caught onto a lifeline and quickly asked, "You know what has happened to our nation? And you have a solution, right?"

"Yes, I have a solution. I even have a way to pacify Cuchulainn. But this is not for the sake of you rulers; it is for the Populace that still resides on this land!" Merlin declared. "Do you wish to know this method?"

"Of course!" Harry replied.

"Even if it demands a steep Price? For instance, you would need to swear an oath to never become a King. Similarly, Cuchulainn will never acknowledge a King lacking the bloodline of the Celtic People. The Rule of your Family will end at this very moment. Are you still willing?"

Merlin's words left Harry speechless. He had been a prince his entire life and knew that his Family would always remain Nobles and Royalty. After all, their Family had ruled this kingdom for over a century. If one counted the preceding dynasties, their reign stretched back over a millennium.

But now, the other party required them to pay the Price of the Royal Family's downfall to save the Realm. This left him struggling to make a decision.

Sometimes, their very motivation for saving the nation was precisely to protect their throne. If they were no longer going to be Kings, then why bother saving the people at all?

"No, I forbid it!" At that exact moment, beside Harry, the elderly King Charles abruptly sat up in bed, glaring at Merlin with wide, bulging eyes. "The Windsor Family... the millennium-old legacy of the entire Royal Family! How can I allow it to be severed by my hands? Impossible!"

Hearing this, Merlin showed no intention of humoring them. "Since His Majesty the King is unwilling, then I shall simply wait until this land is devoid of a King before making another trip. The result will be the same!"

Harry's body violently shuddered. The underlying implication of those words was far too profound!

It could be interpreted as the wizard waiting for the catastrophe to wipe them out, but it could equally mean waiting for the Royal Family to simply disappear.

If Merlin were to appear on the streets of New York and tell those citizens, business owners, tycoons, and Factory Owners that London could only be saved if the Royal Family was gone, what exactly would transpire?

He feared that his entire family would find themselves neatly arranged at the bottom of the River Thames by tonight!

One should never doubt the explosive power Capitalists could unleash to preserve their own lives and properties! The historical example of Cromwell and Charles I served as clear proof.

Back then, the Royal Family had held actual sovereign Power, unlike the mere mascots they were today. If they could suffer such a fate at the height of their authority, what hope did the current royals have?

"Wait!" Harry shouted loudly. "Sir Merlin, we can still negotiate!"

He turned to face his father, a father who had barely ever looked him straight in the eye or taken any interest in him, and proclaimed loudly, "My dear King Charles, I would like to ask you a question. If the Royal Family is preserved, but Great Britain is destroyed, do you believe we will still be a Royal Family?"

"We won't even be able to leave this island. We will all die under the curse of the Victorian era. Do you really think there is still a need to preserve the Royal Family?"

Upon hearing these words, King Charles collapsed back onto his bed with a heavy thud. He took a deep breath. "You are right. If Great Britain falls, what difference does it make whether the Royal Family still exists or not?"

"Harry, protect the Windsor Family... Secure us a dignified exit. I can no longer understand this Era of the Extraordinary!"

Riddled with illness, the old King lost all of his former Dominant bearing. The appearance of the ancient Mage before him had completely shattered any thoughts he had of burying his head in the sand.

Now, whether they wanted to or not, Great Britain had to step into this unfamiliar era.

Having convinced his father, Harry turned back to face Merlin. "Sir, may I now know exactly what has happened and how we can resolve it?"

"Of course. As you wish, Prince of England!" Merlin nodded gently. With a mere wave of his hand, a vision of the River Thames manifested before their eyes.

"Your Realm is saturated with curses originating from the Victorian era. These curses run unfathomably deep. I imagine you have already experienced the first wave of Death, but this is far from the end; it is only the beginning!

As the number of Deceased People gradually increases, their Grudge will be absorbed, serving as the core driving force of the curse to summon a damned legion!

Those who have perished will regenerate their bodies under the curse, transforming into bloodthirsty wraiths that will drag every Living Person into the World of Death."

In the projection, Harry followed Merlin's perspective and saw the densely packed living corpses submerged beneath the River Thames. He couldn't help but tremble violently. "Is this the ultimate result of the curse? An endless tide of Undead devouring this nation?"

"Indeed. When not a single living soul remains in this Realm, the Death God of the Dana Divine Family will descend here to retract the curse and reclaim this land under Celtic rule!" Merlin stated calmly. "Now, you do not have The Lord to rely on. The furious Dana Divine Family will make any Divine Pantheon that dares to interfere pay the Price!"

This statement effectively severed any hopes they had of seeking external aid. Harry's expression turned exceedingly grim. "Then, Sir Merlin, what is the solution? Or is there truly none at all?"

"Of course there is. The solution is quite simple: crown a new King!" Merlin proclaimed. "If a King of Great Britain emerges once more, they will naturally bear the responsibility of leading the people of this island to resist the crisis and restore the land! Not even the Death God can violate this Contract established by the Dana Divine Family!"

Therefore, Prince Harry, initiate a special call for the King's selection! Tell the world that every individual with the bloodline of the Celtic People, whose ancestral roots trace back to Wales, Scotland, England, Ireland, or all of Britannia, possesses the right to be chosen as the new King!"

Merlin waved his hand, and right in the center of the palace, upon a patch of lush green grass, a massive, peculiar stone was conjured. Thrust deep into the stone was a Sword!

"In accordance with the ancient covenant with the Gods, whoever pulls out this Sword shall be King!"