From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 453: England's Curtain Call

Yes, Sunak might have pulled the aging Great Britain back to its feet, rousing all their courage and exhausting their full strength to execute a massive bombardment in front of the entire world.

But when faced with Transcendence, such firepower still seemed rather underwhelming.

Or rather, it was completely insignificant!

After all, Gareth, a member of the Round Table Knights, could summon a Red Dragon with a mere raise of his hand, and call forth Dragon Breath with another.

That conical blast of fire ravaged the channel of the River Thames, utterly shattering the blind faith all modern nations had in modern weaponry!

"This is an attack on par with a thermobaric weapon, and it is clearly far more effective against these kinds of Monsters!"

Almost all modern weapons experts conducted comprehensive analyses of this strike, leading to further speculation about the sheer offensive power of a Red Dragon.

"The Combat Power of this Red Dragon should be slightly lower than a fully equipped battalion. The firepower is roughly equivalent, but its defensive capabilities are significantly greater!"

"Then what should we do if we encounter them?" Macron's question was incredibly direct.

Leaders of nations were naturally paranoid. The moment they witnessed the existence of such beings, their first thought was how they would respond in the event of a War.And as Great Britain's acquaintance of many years, France was naturally the most easily triggered target.

Such was the sheer weight of a century of Anglo-French friendship.

"We might need to use Armor-Piercing Rounds to directly strike the Red Dragon's heart or head!" The Staff Officer's reply offered Macron nothing new, only making him more irritated. "If we could actually hit it, would I need you to tell me that?"

The most striking impression this Red Dragon left on them was its terrifying flight speed. Moving at Mach speeds combined with entirely unscientific biological maneuverability made it an absolute Monster of the Sky.

They had calculated the odds of aerial combat, only to tragically discover that unless they preemptively fired multiple tracking missiles, hitting the creature was virtually impossible. In a visual-range dogfight, they stood zero chance of winning.

The pressure emanating from Transcendence left everyone with grave expressions.

"There is no need to worry too much. After all, our rival is the England represented by the House of Windsor, not the Great Britain represented by the Celtic People—there is no bad blood between them and us!"

Whoever uttered those words caused Macron to instantly breathe a sigh of relief.

It made a lot of sense. The House of Windsor's Great Britain was a thing of the past. These robbers who had occupied the British Isles were on the verge of being driven out, so what was he fretting about?

Would a new king immediately target France the moment they ascended the throne?

Absolutely impossible. He felt the chances of the new ruler fully nationalizing the Commonwealth were far higher than going to War with France. Furthermore, if a Transcendent war truly broke out, he refused to believe The Church would choose to keep out of trouble!

After all, the current Gallic region was practically filled to the brim with Catholic Churches. The title of the Catholic Church's devoted son was never just empty talk.

The Church's influence in France was second only to Italy and America. Therefore, Macron adapted quickly. Their nation's native Myths and Legends were far too scarce, making it essentially The Church's territory. Since they were all believers, embracing The Church was the natural choice.

Thinking of this, he began to relax. "It's a pity I can't send messages to mock the British political circles anymore. Every single one of my old friends is gone. It's truly tragic!"

These words prompted numerous nods from the surrounding officials. Compared to their successful cooperation with The Church, their counterparts in Great Britain had met a far more miserable fate.

Although The Church also emphasized discipline and would Clean Up certain Nobles and officials whose actions were entirely too egregious, they were generally reasonable.

Unlike the deities of Ireland. Because the targets were not of their own kin, they immediately resorted to extreme revanchism, thoroughly purging anyone who had been tainted!

That mass death of High-level Officials and Nobles even drove many High-level Officials across the Commonwealth nations to initiate emergency evacuations.

They dared not gamble on whether the Celtic pantheon would turn their gaze toward them. In their eyes, these relatively obscure Celtic gods had become synonymous with murderous intent. Despite having only recently appeared, they were far more ruthless and violent than The Church or the Asgardian Pantheon!

As a result, they also provided Bai Yang with a wave of Wish Force sufficient to sustain all his current plans. Of course, the aftermath was severe; the Wish Force across the entire Commonwealth region had been completely harvested, and it would likely take over a year to slowly recover.

"Mr. President, the candidates on the other side are about to reach Tintagel Castle!" In the War Room, everyone immediately tore their gaze away from the ongoing battle at the River Thames and focused on the main screen upon hearing this.

At that moment, on the screen of light created by Merlin, everyone could see the former King Charles standing before Tintagel Castle, welcoming the arrival of the trial candidates. "Welcome to Tintagel Castle. Here, the final candidate will be chosen. The sole victor will, under the watchful eyes of the gods, walk into Buckingham Palace and pull out the Sword in the Stone, the symbol of royal Power!"

"However, I must warn you here: what lies ahead is not a smooth path, but an eerie land filled with Death and Nightmares! Of those who enter, aside from the true King, no one else will ever walk out!"

"This is a one-way street where you either face Death or become King!"

Hearing this, Edwin appeared rather curious. He gazed at King Charles and asked, "To sacrifice so many lives for a throne—is it worth it?"

"For the future of Britain, it is worth it!" Charles replied with a hint of indifference. "Because if this selection does not continue, the ones who die will be the entire population of Great Britain!"

"The gods do not see anything wrong with this, nor do the gods pity humanity. Only humans can pity humans!"

He faced the crowd and, assuming the mantle of a former king, offered them his final counsel. "The druids fought for our chance to survive, and they fought for a brand-new future for this Realm!"

"I hope you will treat the citizens of this country a little better. We failed to do so, which is why we must leave. If you can achieve this, they surely will not let you down!"

These words were broadcasted across the entire Commonwealth, moving many elderly people who still held affection for this union to tears.

"His Majesty the King... Thank you for still thinking of us..."

"We are sorry, His Majesty the King, but we can no longer help you..."

"The King has departed. Perhaps it is time for us to leave as well..."

This ancient empire naturally still retained its die-hard loyalists. Therefore, rather than seeing these words as the king's advice, they were better understood as a unique curtain call.

The Government's curtain call had been orchestrated by Sunak. Through a battle against a Transcendent Being, he forged a reputation for the new military and used this power to lay the future political and military foundation for the country.

To complete such preparations, he had practically reverse-engineered the administrative and mobilization systems of a certain other nation, blessing this country with formidable rallying capabilities!

Yet, this also meant that the parliamentary and Civil Servant systems—the former pride of the British Empire—had been thoroughly obliterated.

Instead, military mobilization and civilian dispatch systems took center stage, resembling the structures of the ancient principalities of Ireland and Wales.

The same applied to the national system. Wasn't King Charles's appearance and final speech a farewell address in its own right?

After initiating that unprecedented "All-Commonwealth Announcement," Charles had effectively abdicated as king. From then on, he could no longer speak in that capacity, theoretically stripping him of any further opportunity to make public statements in this world.

Wasn't this appearance a unique kind of farewell?

If his previous disappearance had left people around the world who still revered the British Royal Family feeling profoundly lost...

Then his reappearance now, along with the unconcealed sorrow and sense of entrustment in his words, was a declaration to the entire world. The former World Hegemon, the European rabble-rouser, the Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets, the great philanthropist, the ruler of the world, the King of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, and Emperor of India, had completely abdicated.

The flag bearing the name of Great Britain would also be permanently lowered.

This nation, which had influenced the world for over five hundred years—an influence that might not fully fade even in the next five hundred years—was truly taking its final bow!

Only then did the hearts of nations worldwide skip a beat. This was the sheer impact of Transcendence. To think that such an ancient and colossal empire had actually met its end just like that?

The Era of the Extraordinary was truly unlike anything else!