From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 445: The Embryonic Form of a Transcendent Army

"Gareth, one of the Round Table Knights in the legend of King Arthur, the Youngest Son of the King of Orkney, the Nephew of Arthur Pendragon, a Welshman, and a bloodline descendant of the Red Dragon!"

In the audience, someone immediately dug up the figure's identity, drawing the attention of many people to this point.

"Gareth, long time no see!" Merlin's figure also appeared in the air, floating as he stood face to face with him.

Gareth clearly held immense respect for Merlin. He proactively jumped down from the Red Dragon and landed on the ground. "Respected Mage Merlin, I have brought the trial of nature. Has your selection concluded?"

"It has. The Tree of Life has chosen a thousand individuals as the candidates for the next trial!" Merlin said. "These thousand possess the heart of nature, making them the chosen candidates before the final decision!"

"But before that, the remaining thirty-nine thousand people, according to the agreement between Arthur and me, are available for your selection to become Knight Inheritors!"

"This is also the reason I summoned you all here!"

Hearing these words, the thirty-nine thousand people, whose faces had been withered and expressions dismal, suddenly lifted their heads!

What did they just hear? It turned out that failing the trial was not necessarily a complete end, but rather a brand new beginning?

Even those who failed could choose to become a Knight?To become an Inheritor of the Round Table Knights, sitting at the same table as King Arthur in Celtic Mythology?

Even if they couldn't reach the heights of Gawain, the Knight of the Sun, or Galahad, the Holy Knight, it would certainly be much better than remaining current failures.

They would genuinely join the special system of the Celtic Divine Pantheon, rather than drifting on the fringes of the world.

But Gareth's words continued. "Those who choose to become a Knight will follow me to Great Britain to fight against the cursed Undead. You may choose to refuse, and those who refuse can still take their current power back to their own lands!"

"King Arthur believes that the new king should lead the Knights to Clean Up the crisis in this Realm—but do not assume this is merely a job. What we must face are those resentful Undead full of Grudge, along with all the Sin behind them from that era!"

"Those are enemies you must gamble your lives to defeat! Therefore, I only need loyal Warriors who dare to sacrifice themselves for the Island of Britain!"

This Round Table Knight looked remarkably plain, without a single trace of power bursting forth, yet no one dared to underestimate him.

After all, he had stated it himself: he represented the sovereign renowned throughout all Celtic Mythology, Arthur Pendragon!

The very King Arthur who had once conquered half of Europe!

Everyone fell into silence, not just the failures, but the successful candidates as well.

The failures began weighing their options. They discovered that the Celtic trial overseers seemed to particularly enjoy psychological tactics; every single instance was a choice of the heart.

This was still a matter of choice. The people who came to this world for the selection of the heart of nature had already made such a choice once, and now, they had to make it again.

Should they return with their existing strength and become Transcendent Beings, a rarity across the globe?

Or should they risk it all to obtain the power of a Round Table Knight and become a true Transcendent powerhouse, rather than an empty shell with merely a sliver of power?

But if they chose the path of greater power, they would have to face the millions of remaining Victorian-era Undead in the River Thames, and even Clean Up all the crises in that Realm!

Many people knew that Great Britain's current crisis was not some simple invasion of the dead, but the dissatisfaction of the Celtic gods regarding the people of Irish descent who had died on this land!

To say they were cleaning up the dead was inaccurate; more precisely, they were making enemies of the gods!

Even in the name of the new king, some felt it was inappropriate, so many were weighing the pros and cons.

Then, they met Gareth's disappointed gaze. "The moment you started weighing the pros and cons, you already lost your qualifications to become a Knight. Mage Merlin, please help me eliminate them!"

Merlin slightly raised his hand. Without any noticeable movement from him, those who were still pondering were directly teleported away, returning to the banks of the River Thames.

And the number of people remaining under the Tree of Life was reduced to a mere three thousand.

Yes, those who truly had no hesitation and were willing to sacrifice themselves for Britain numbered only two thousand. This almost cruel selection mechanism made many realize just how serious this Round Table Knight was. Looking at his face, which seemed carved by a knife and chiseled by an axe, they asked in a low voice, "Sir Gareth, Great Britain is in grave danger, isn't it?"

Gareth nodded without hesitation. "In fact, the gods were prepared to thoroughly destroy everything on this continent. If His Majesty Arthur and Mage Merlin had not fought vehemently on reasonable grounds, this island would have already turned into a dead zone!"

"We guaranteed to the gods that after the new king descends upon Britain, the Celtic descendants will receive the treatment they deserve. Our army will patrol the island to protect the peace, and the new king will reforge the Celtic glory!"

The sentence was short, but the amount of information it contained was exaggeratedly massive!

Particularly for those nations that were pioneering the new world alongside Great Britain, they reacted in an instant. According to his words, reforging Celtic glory meant... there was no place for the Anglo-Saxon people on this island anymore, was there?

The new world truly was the Windsor family's only way out!

"Damn it, we took a loss!" Golden Hair immediately thought of this matter, but when he wanted to seek justice, he was held back tightly by Gao!

"Great Leader, do not go!"

Golden Hair glared at him. "Why can't I go? They deceived us! They clearly knew they were going to be driven out, yet they used the excuse of occupying the new world to make us invest a massive amount of funds!"

"Right now, we account for 50 percent of the entire new world construction investment! Shouldn't the Windsor family be the ones paying such a massive sum of money?"

Golden Hair was undoubtedly furious! He was always the one extorting money from others; since when did others extort him? If he didn't retaliate for this, he wouldn't be able to find peace of mind!

Gao quickly explained, "There are two reasons, Great Leader! First, the other party definitely knows about this. It's even possible that King Charles and Archmage Merlin discussed it together, which is why they are so fearless! If we actually go to negotiate with them, and then they tell Mage Merlin that our obstruction caused a delay in the reclamation of the Island of Britain, what do we do then?"

As soon as this was said, Golden Hair fell silent. After all, they did not have their own Transcendent Power. They were not one of those countries genuinely bound to the Transcendent. The moment this matter was exposed, they would have to bear the wrath of the Celts!

"Second, the number of Transcendent Beings we currently have is still very low, and in this King's selection trial, more than a quarter of the participants are British!" Gao advised earnestly. "Almost overnight, they possess the largest state-owned Transcendent group in the entire world!"

At these words, Golden Hair thoroughly calmed down.

No matter how inhumane Great Britain acted, it didn't change the fact that it was the country with the most people of Irish descent and Celtic descendants in the world. The majority of these people were British, and now that they had returned, they would definitely become their strength.

And this Transcendent Power easily surpassed America, making them the largest Transcendent group in the world, bar none!

The only power that could possibly exceed them was The Church, but The Church's strength was distributed globally. Great Britain, however, because of this migration, had become the country with the most numerous and densely packed Transcendent Beings.

"Tch, how can this group of people be so lucky?" Golden Hair was practically jealous. Because Great Britain's High-level Officials had been nearly wiped out entirely, this strength was actually concentrated directly into the hands of the Windsor family. It made him too envious!

One had to know that out of all those people of Irish descent in America, they had only managed to gather a third of them. The rest were still in the hands of Nuland and the others, as well as those major capitalists. If Golden Hair wasn't a member of the capital himself, he would have wanted to invite the Celts to America to cast a curse too!

However, their focal point was entirely different from Bai Yang's focal point.

Bai Yang evaluated the three thousand people before him with a beaming smile and nodded in great satisfaction. "Ah, I truly didn't expect to actually gather a Knight reserve force of two thousand people. If the Clean Up of the Shikome is completed, this will be the Embryonic Form of a powerful Transcendent army!"

"Alvin, can this army contend with the Transcendent armies of Dylan Continent?"

"Perhaps it is still a bit lacking, Crown! But if every single one of them has a Combat Power of one point of God Power, they might be able to contend with the Transcendent Being armies under the command of a Medium Divine Power!" Alvin said happily. "Congratulations, Crown, on beginning the construction of a Transcendent army! If a Divine War is initiated, a Transcendent army will complete the conquest of the enemy's Faithful for you!"

"I'm not planning to snatch away someone else's Faithful; I'm planning to snatch their worlds altogether—though a Transcendent army still needs to be built. In case the other side is disobedient, it can also give their Deities a little shock from the Deities of Earth!"

Bai Yang said cheerfully. This could be considered a casual move that yielded a massive harvest!

"While we're at it, let's have the Deities of Dylan Continent come over and take a look at the results of this construction!"