From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 456: The Heaven's Chosen King

"Now this is a true trial of courage..."

Among the spectators, someone murmured, "Just daring to draw a sword against King Arthur takes extraordinary bravery!"

After all, that was the most ancient of monarchs, the king of legends—Arthur Pendragon!

Before the watchful eyes of the crowd, Edwin stepped forward and planted himself firmly in front of King Arthur. "I will go first. Having made it this far, I must draw my blade for the sake of everyone who supported me!"

At this stage, almost none of the candidates represented only themselves. They carried the hopes of a massive throng of supporters, along with their own burning ambitions to claim the throne.

Everyone had imagined, to some degree, what they would do if they became the ruler. Not long ago, such thoughts were nothing more than idle fantasies and after-dinner gossip.

In Great Britain, the Royal Family was more of a unique faith—a belief that everyone knew and held dear.

As the old saying goes, wasn't it?

If you asked the British about major global events, they might not know a thing. But if you asked how The Queen's dogs were doing, anyone could pull you aside and chat about it for hours.

This culture of admiring the Royal Family originated in the era of King Arthur. After all, this legendary figure had truly set the standard for the monarchs of Great Britain, establishing its very Embryonic Form.But now, that fantasy had become reality. Even with King Arthur blocking their path, they had to test their mettle against the legend!

"Excellent! Your courage is already worthy of a true Knight!" King Arthur declared with profound appreciation. With a wave of his hand, another wooden sword descended from the sky, landing squarely in Edwin's grasp.

"Now, use that courage you hold to protect this realm, and strike at me!"

"Understood!" Edwin was, after all, an absolute elite hailing from the Marine Corps. His physical decline from old age had been completely reversed during his previous journeys through otherworldly realms. Now, his physique was even more robust than when he was twenty years old, and a surge of heroic pride swelled in his chest.

"Clack!" The two blades crashed together in midair. King Arthur effortlessly raised his hand to block Edwin's attack, officially igniting the battle!

King Arthur immediately followed up with a slash of his own. A terrifying force, accompanied by an unparalleled, oppressive momentum, crashed down upon Edwin's weapon. The sheer impact sent violent tremors through his tightly clenched hands!

Edwin felt his grip slipping. The intense vibrations made his arms shake uncontrollably. Yet King Arthur's assault showed no signs of stopping. Instead, the legendary king applied even more pressure, striking Edwin's wrist with his blade and sending the wooden sword flying from his grasp.

The trembling had forced Edwin to instinctively roll his wrist with the impact, costing him any chance to tighten his hold on the Long Sword.

As the weapon spun through the air, Edwin's expression of profound loss was broadcast for all to see.

"Years of warfare have taught you to prioritize your own survival. But a resolute heart does not tremble under fire!"

King Arthur's final assessment meant that the biggest favorite to win the crown had just been eliminated.

Edwin, however, accepted his defeat gracefully. He offered a slight nod. "You are right. The military taught me self-preservation. That mindset has been ingrained into my very instincts, and I cannot change it!"

He turned back toward the crowd and looked at the remaining candidates, speaking with utmost sincerity. "Hold on to your swords, they are your lives. This is as far as I can guide you!"

A moment later, a new challenger stepped forward and picked up the discarded wooden blade.

There were no words exchanged; there was no need for idle chatter. The candidate charged straight at King Arthur, gripping the wooden sword tightly, only to be sent flying backward along with their weapon!

"If you do not even know how to deflect force, how do you expect to block even the first strike in battle?"

Rather than simply conducting a trial, it looked more like King Arthur was providing guidance on their combat techniques.

None of them were mere mortals. They were Transcendent Beings who had survived otherworldly adventures and undergone supernatural transformations. Yet, in King Arthur's eyes, their fighting skills were undeniably abysmal.

After all, they had never actually engaged in true Transcendent combat, nor did they possess any relevant fighting experience.

Consequently, almost everyone was defeated within the first or second exchange. That near-perfect display of martial prowess treated the countless spectators to a combat exhibition that bordered on "art"!

Striking, disarming, parrying... every movement brimmed with the lethal beauty of war. Yet amidst that breathtaking elegance, nearly half of the challengers were laid out flat before him.

"Too weak... After all the trouble taken to select these candidates, how can they be so weak?"

King Arthur furrowed his brow, voicing his genuine confusion. His words drew bitter smiles from the defeated candidates.

How were they supposed to know they would be fighting King Arthur? Besides, in this day and age, who would still possess such an unwavering, pure will to fight? Wasn't this asking the impossible? Right at that moment, Livia stepped forward. She walked up to King Arthur and bowed deeply with profound respect. "H-hello... I am an admirer of yours. When I was little, my papa told me your stories. You are the guardian of our Wales, and that is why I came here!"

Hearing her words, King Arthur finally shifted his gaze to the young girl standing before him. Instantly, the look in his eyes changed!

He looked at this girl who wasn't particularly stunning, possessing at best a delicate and clean appearance. He took in her cloak made of rough sheep's wool, the decorative Feather sewn onto it, her slight limp in her left leg, and her nervously stuttered words. Overcome by something inexplicable, the ancient king actually took two steps toward her!

"How rare. To think that someone like you still exists in this era! What is your name? Where do you hail from?"

The girl answered softly, "My name is Livia Wilde. I was born in Scotland, but I am Welsh! Papa said the King's affairs were very important, so I came!"

"I do not know how to fight, so I never intended to fight you. Just being able to look at you is more than enough for me!"

"Thank you for everything you have done for Wales! I wish you all the best in the future!"

She gave King Arthur another respectful bow, then turned around, ready to leave.

Her words sent a wave of uproar through the spectating crowd. Such innocent sincerity almost felt like an elaborate disguise, making her seem completely out of place in this modern world.

She truly had no intention of fighting. She hadn't even drawn a sword before turning back.

This behavior left King Arthur not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Wait, do not leave!"

"Is there something else you need?" Livia asked quietly.

"Turn back around and let me get a good look at you!" King Arthur requested, his eyes brimming with sheer disbelief. "Tell me your story!"

The blond king's emerald-like eyes were filled with gentle Expectation.

Livia seemed entirely out of her depth. "I... I do not know where to start," she mumbled awkwardly.

"I am not asking you to speak. I am asking the creations upon you to speak!" King Arthur's voice seemed to pierce through the very fabric of the world, sparking another massive uproar among the audience. "Creations? What creations?"

Hadn't they been watching this entire time? What exactly had they missed?

In the next second, the coarse woolen Cloak slipped from the girl's shoulders. It instantly transformed into a stunningly valiant woman, appearing right before King Arthur.

The woman looked at King Arthur with a wry smile. "It seems the girl we blessed has been discovered by you, Arthur Pendragon!"

Upon recognizing the woman, King Arthur hurriedly offered a respectful bow. "So it is Crown Morgan. Is this young maiden your chosen one as well?"

"Not just me. There is also Montu, Niamh, and Don. We all chose her together. This girl possesses a faithful devotion that even the gods envy!"

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand. Streaks of radiant Light flared from the girl's body, materializing into three goddesses, each with her own distinct and captivating presence.

Then, the three goddesses dissipated once more, condensing into a single beam of light that rested in Morgan's palm.

"The Mother Goddess of Fertility, the Irish Goddess of War, the Welsh Goddess, the Goddess of Freedom..." King Arthur murmured in astonishment. "So, is this era yours?"

"Not entirely. It is just that Lugh is currently preoccupied with matters concerning the greater worlds, so we are taking shifts to oversee things here for now!" Morgan explained with a smile, gently stroking the young girl beside her. "I even gave her her name. She is the Orion of the Wilderness..."

"Can you feel it? In this realm where the Wilderness has been banished and natural Spirituality has nearly vanished, a staggering amount of Spirituality courses through her veins!"

"It is a spiritual radiance potent enough to make the gods themselves tremble!"

Hearing this, young Livia gazed at the goddess beside her with profound Curiosity. "You gave me my name? Then what about this on my hand?"

She raised her hand, revealing a distinct scar on her wrist. The mark was incredibly clear—so much so that King Arthur jolted upright in shock. "Is that... the Crystal Sword Hilt?"

He stared at the girl with a highly complex expression before turning his gaze back to the goddess. "Crown, if the Heaven's Chosen King was already decided, why did you have us conduct this massive selection process for everyone?"