Stupid Odin

Souls do not need to breathe.

In that instant, Arthur felt like he had forgotten what breathing felt like.

The deity before him was at least three times his height, the massive body containing supreme divine power that he did not know. In the darkness, Arthur felt that he had countless connections with this God-King.

He is the progenitor!

He is the origin!

He is also the end!

Arthur seemed to see two enormous worlds merging into one in Tang Si's large hands!

Only he could pull the Celtic world, which was gradually entering infinite chaos, out of despair, and use the blazing light of order to sweep away all chaos and evil in the Celtic world.

Almost instinctively, Arthur bent his knee, which he had once considered noble and unbendable.

"Arthur Pendragon... Greetings, Your Majesty the God-King!"

"Very well. From now on, you shall be my divine attendant. Are you willing to accept?"

"Arthur... obeys!" Arthur surprisingly did not have much resistance in his heart.

Firstly, it was because of the guidance of the Lady of the Lake. Without the Lady of the Lake, he would not have achieved his initial twelve consecutive victories, and there would be no prosperous Camelot Kingdom today; secondly, his character was just like in the myths. After the territory expanded to a certain extent, he would instinctively seek higher realms and deeper mysterious powers!

There is no Holy Grail in this world.

The appearance of the God-King Tang Si just happened to fill this gap.

Rather than saying that Tang Si used the Lady of the Lake to subdue Arthur, it would be better to say that this was actually a two-way pursuit.

Conversely, if Tang Si could not even subdue a mere extraordinary individual with Red Dragon blood, he would have been a God-King for nothing.

"Arthur, from now on, you will be my direct divine attendant." Tang Si nodded in satisfaction. His grand voice reverberated in the silver palace, also proclaiming the change in Arthur's status.

Just as Arthur was about to say something, he suddenly discovered that the scenery around him was rapidly stretching. When he came back to his senses, he had already returned to his army bed.

He and his knights widened their mouths in surprise.

The sun above their heads became infinitely radiant, while King Arthur himself was like a newly born rising sun, illuminating the entire military camp.

Tang Si's sacred and resounding voice echoed in the ears of everyone in the entire army.

[You, Arthur Pendragon, are my divine attendant!]

[Wield royal power! Purge the disobedient! Eliminate chaos!]

[I grant you freedom from the suffering of magic! The darkness of the sky! The calamity of thirst! You and your knights can transcend death and eternally guard order!]

Three simple sentences, containing supreme divine power, shocked the three armies.

The tremors in the sky had now turned into roaring rumbles, the atmosphere declaring in this way that they would obey King Arthur's orders.

The originally dry wells on the roadside gushed out clear springs, moistening the thirsty throats of the soldiers.

Mysterious radiance lingered on the armor of each knight, allowing each piece of iron armor to be promoted to unimaginable magical armor.

The entire world responded to the God-King's proclamation thousands of times over, expressing its most sincere support for Arthur's advance.

This was not just a rebellion, but also a great cleansing of all chaos and confusion in the entire world.

King Arthur stood on a large rock, raised the holy sword in his hand, and pointed it towards Camelot: "In accordance with the will of the Celtic world! Following the orders of His Majesty the God-King Tang Si Paulson, the entire army sets off! Target - Camelot! Eliminate the traitor Mordred!"

"Yes!"

Originally, King Arthur was planning to have a good talk with his own illegitimate son. If possible, he absolutely did not want to personally kill his own flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, he would never know how much terrible hatred his 'good sister' Morgana had instilled in Mordred, and he would not know how twisted Morgana's hatred for him was.

Morgana had once deeply loved him, but after King Arthur took office as the King of Camelot, Morgana felt that Arthur had stolen the throne that 'should have belonged to her'.

She kept instigating Mordred, and also secretly bought over or controlled many knights under King Arthur with magic.

The most outrageous thing was that, along with the death of King Arthur, this burst of resentment disappeared, and Morgana returned to the sister who deeply loved Arthur, so she tried every possible means to resurrect him after King Arthur's death.

Without Tang Si's intervention, this would be a typical tragic situation where everyone loses.

But Tang Si does not even tolerate Odin, so would he tolerate you, Morgana?

Tang Si did not intend to keep this crazy witch.

King Arthur knew this, and at the same time as he accepted Tang Si's divine power, his heart also ached faintly.

This is the price of [Royal Power]!

The orthodox royal power cannot be desecrated!

King Arthur could be considered to have been pushed onto the duck rack, leading the army mightily towards Camelot.

On that hill of Camlann that would have been incredibly famous, King Arthur and his knights were stunned.

Where were the rebels?

Thousands of Camelot soldiers on the opposite side knelt on the ground, raising their hands high, holding their weapons horizontally.

They wept bitterly, talking incessantly, and confessing their words of repentance.

"We shouldn't have listened to Mordred and Morgana's slander!"

"Your Majesty Arthur Pendragon, you are the true King of Camelot!"

"Let us atone for our sins!"

"I would rather die in the war against the Fomorian chaos giants!"

King Arthur raised his head slightly blankly and looked towards the sky. He vaguely saw the sharp eyes of His Majesty the God-King controlling the Celtic world above the high heavens.

He knew that this was the power of the God-King's [Royal Power] divine duty!

This kind of divine power, representing orthodoxy, cleansed the rebellious hearts of these former subordinates.

Everyone was telling themselves this: We were originally His Majesty's warriors! Obeying His Majesty's orders is the truth.

Mordred or Morgana, their efforts were all in vain.

This mother and son were like clowns, performing clumsy betrayal dramas in front of thousands of people.

"Go! Mordred!" Morgana screamed, her hideous expression now was simply a banshee!

"Go where?"

"Go to the Emerald Isle! Join that Odin! We will use the power of the chaos giants to destroy Camelot in return."

Go?

Can they still go now?

Just as Morgana tried to cast a spell, using a pile of black feathers to wrap Mordred's body and quickly fly away from the battlefield, she was dumbfounded.

Morgana was dripping with cold sweat, her magic seemed to be swallowed, and the mysterious world was closing the door on her.

Losing her magic, she and her good son immediately fell into a common nightmare.