From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 451: Sweeping the Thames River

"So many people died..." This was perhaps the only sentiment the audience felt. Yet, they harbored no fear, only a sorrowful gaze toward this path to the Throne.

None of them had been killed. On the contrary, they were all still physically alive, yet they had perished within a prison named "desire."

And yet, this trial was still far from over.

"Go to Tintagel Castle! Go there and seek the final answer!" Brigid's voice delivered the prompt for the ultimate trial.

Before their eyes, the opening of a portal signaled the temporary conclusion of this phase of the trial.

The first to depart were the two thousand individuals chosen by Gareth. They would become reserve Knights, the preparatory members of the future Round Table Knights, and serve as the primary supernatural combat power of Great Britain.

Following them were the remaining trial failures, numbering fewer than five hundred. Though they had failed, a bright future still awaited them!

After all, under the baptism of supernatural power, they could feel their own extraordinary transformation!

It was a capability bordering on the supernatural flowing through their bodies. This surge of profound strength meant they were no longer mere mortals, but true Transcendents.

The trial had been incredibly cruel, but the rewards were equally remarkable. The boundary between humans and the supernatural had been thoroughly overturned, bringing about a shock that defied description.The moment they arrived at the banks of the Thames River, they were swarmed by diplomats from all over the world and human resource representatives from massive multinational corporations.

Since they had not been selected by the Dana Divine Family, they were "talents" free to leave as they pleased. They were also the "catfish" Bai Yang had deliberately released into this world.

As for the remaining forty individuals, they looked toward the British staff members standing nearby. "Where is Tintagel Castle?"

"We have already prepared the vehicles. Every candidate may board and rest for a while before heading to the final destination!"

Prince William stepped forward and addressed them. "My father is waiting for you all there. He will open the doors to the final trial for you!"

Among the forty people present, someone suddenly stepped forward. It was Brolly. "Can I withdraw? No matter who this Throne goes to, it will never be me! Can I choose to give up and just go back?"

"Yes, that is your freedom!" William said. "Anyone else who wishes to leave may also choose to withdraw. This will not affect the final trial, nor will the gods hold any displeasure toward you for your actions!"

Hearing his words, it was not just Brolly; several others also chose to withdraw, leaving only thirty-two people to finally board the buses.

Many marveled at Brolly's decisive resolution. They could only concede that he truly lived up to being the first to pass the trial of courage. Even when facing the final trial, he could calmly abandon the opportunity and walk away.

Although everyone knew his skin color meant he had practically zero chance, who else could wash their hands of the matter so decisively?

"If he wasn't black, he might have actually had a chance..." someone murmured. However, others disagreed. "He wouldn't work. He is indeed very strong, and his combat power is sufficient. The supernatural power he gained allows him to rival certain Knights of The Church. But his demeanor is far too cold. Compared to a King, he is much more suited to be a General!"

Meanwhile, the happiest person at this moment was, of course, Golden Hair!

He stared at Brolly, who had decisively chosen to leave, feeling that his investment had been absolutely spot on. "Yes, just like that! Leave that realm and return with a body full of supernatural power. I can give you everything you desire!"

Golden Hair was going crazy with desire for his own supernatural teams. Naturally, he did not mind Brolly withdrawing. After all, if the man did not back out now, he might not have been able to return from that final selection at all.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the gods did not treat these candidates as believers at all. They killed them on a whim and destroyed them without a second thought. Their sole purpose was to find the absolute best among this group of candidates and elevate them to the Throne!

As for how many people died or lived during the process, no one cared in the slightest.

Even up until now, they still had not figured out the exact rules of the selection. They only knew that once they angered the gods, the result was absolute death!

This certainly aligned with the capricious nature of the Dana Divine Family. Or rather, in the mythology of the Nordic regions, the gods were inherently fickle. The bitter cold of those lands bred extreme, volatile, and irritable personalities in many!

Otherwise, Cuchulainn would not have killed so many people, and King Arthur would not have died under those circumstances. These were all traceable traits.

Under these circumstances, Brolly's prompt retreat and clear-headedness were incredibly precious. Although these individuals had not displayed even higher combat power, everyone knew the score. Even the people who had merely obtained the initial Bones of Darkness had gained a certain degree of supernatural power. The might wielded by these fierce warriors who had survived two or three trials was simply unimaginable!

After these few stayed behind, the crowd in the public square still did not disperse. Aside from the screens left by Merlin, which were still broadcasting the actions of the remaining thirty-two candidates, even more people turned their attention elsewhere.

Over there, Gareth had led his two-thousand-strong force to stand firmly within the Thames River.

Having just returned from the adjacent world, they had embarked on their campaign without taking even a fraction of a moment to rest!

"We must complete the sweep of this city before the new King ascends the Throne!" Gareth declared with a heavy tone, facing the group of rookies before him. "Back in the day, when King Arthur and I marched on Francia, we faced terrifying undead. Therefore, I know their weaknesses!"

"Severing their heads and piercing their hearts will purge them. But do not think this is child's play. Even Round Table Knights have died under the siege of the undead! Protect yourselves, and kill these undead! The gods are gazing down upon you, and the Tree of Life is watching you. Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

The two thousand men shouted this battle cry in a rather disorderly fashion, yet it did not evoke any anger from Gareth.

Because these men could not yet be considered Knights; they were merely militia. But every single one of them possessed the courage to dedicate their lives to Great Britain, and that was enough!

War would force these people to mature rapidly, tempering them into the first official vanguard under the banner of the supernatural realm.

As for the death toll along the way... he was a Round Table Knight who had experienced countless wars. People died in war; it was only natural.

Only those who survived would become the strength of this realm. As for the deceased people, they would return to the Tree of Life and become "seeds" for the future.

Gareth looked at the people before him and nodded slowly. Reaching into the void, he pulled out a willow branch and immediately began his prayer:

"May Montu bestow divine power!

Turn willow bark into emerald chainmail armor, Turn willow branches into spears and longbows, Turn willow leaves into arrows, And deliver them to our army!"

The very next second, a willow branch appeared in the hands of all two thousand men. Right before their eyes, it transformed into a complete set of emerald-green armor. A spear and a longbow also materialized on their persons, and the quivers on their backs were instantly filled to the brim with arrows!

This scene naturally played out in front of everyone. In a flash, this motley crew transformed into a special supernatural army, and a highly disciplined-looking one at that!

"Now, go purge these immortal undead! The spears forged from life itself will send them back to where they belong!"

"Their enemies have already been wiped out; they no longer have any purpose existing in this world!"

Gareth let out a thunderous war cry and spearheaded the charge toward the undead army ahead!

Behind him, the Knights exchanged glances, gripped their bows and arrows, and raised their spears. Under the watchful eyes of the entire world, they began their charge!

Simultaneously, the previously motionless monsters suddenly awakened. Emitting bizarre "Keh-keh-keh" sounds, they surged toward the warriors like a deluge of black water!

It was at this precise moment that many people finally saw just how terrifyingly massive the number of monsters at the bottom of the river truly was!

The areas that should have been river water were still pitch black, completely replaced by an endless, torrential flow of those terrifying monsters compressed together!

Standing at the forefront of that torrent, Gareth acted like an immovable green spike, cleaving the tide in two.

The horde of monsters split completely, surging past him toward the warriors behind, forcing the men to truly raise their weapons and clash head-on with the abominations!

"Crown, there are only two thousand of them, and they possess only basic supernatural strength. Even with the baptism of natural energy, they still won't be able to win, right?" Alvin's worried voice rang out. "That's a full 2.6 million of them!"

"You need to have faith in humanity, Alvin. It's not like they've spent these past few days doing absolutely nothing!" Bai Yang said with a smile. He knew exactly what Sunak had been up to after truly securing control of the country!

This Prime Minister of Indian descent had acquired a level of power that not even Churchill possessed back in his day. Churchill still had people hindering him, but Sunak had absolutely no one standing in his way.

The King and the princes were entirely preoccupied with thoughts of migrating to the new world. He was the only one left wielding the supreme authority of this nation!

Taking the supreme authority of one of the Permanent Five nations and applying it to a supernatural crisis was more than enough, no matter how you looked at it!