The Greece Antagonist
Chapter 1264 - 34: I Love Watching Women Fight the Most_2

Chapter 1264: Chapter 34: I Love Watching Women Fight the Most_2

At the same time, a sacred and ethereal sound came from the sky, echoing in all directions.

"Proclamation: I govern slaying, I govern life; what I harm, I also heal.

No one can escape my grasp! No one can avoid my gaze!

All things have order, and birth and death each follow their path.

The decayed, the aged, I summon them all back.

Trust in me, learn from me, abide by me.

In the time of rest, do not forget the song, do not forget the prayer, do not forget me.

With my lightness, remove all burdens.

Forgiveness exists in the present, with anointment and imprint.

In this world, may my name be revered as holy, may my kingdom come, may my will be done upon the earth as it is followed in the heavens!

For glory, majesty, power, authority, kingdom, all belong to me.

From ages past, to now, and forever and ever!

—May compassion be regarded here!"

Sizzle!

The amber-colored fine wine turned into liquid gold, shrouding the gradually collapsing world in a layer of sacred golden light. As the twelve Holy Lances, which were contracting, touched this golden radiance, countless Ogan Tree Runes inside were instantly melted and decomposed, temporarily halting the advancing momentum.

One by one, the lives who survived under the besiegement of the Holy Lance’s light looked up, gazing at the sky covered by the golden divine liquid, and bowed in worship with excitement.

How marvelous! How majestic! How compassionate!

Supreme light, God above gods, thank you for your protection and mercy.

Seeing the contraction of the Holy Lance successfully halted, Altria couldn’t help but wave her fist excitedly:

"Teacher, we did it!"

"Don’t be too happy too soon, this is only temporary."

Luo En glanced at his beloved student and reminded, displeased,

"To this [World], I’m just an outsider. Exerting too much power beyond its limits might forcefully expel me. Therefore, the [Holy Grail] can only help you delay the erosion of the [Holy Lance], it cannot be the decisive key. To ultimately defeat the residual divinity left by Danu and establish your divine business, fully mastering this world, you still need one thing."

"What?"

"A new key."

Luo En glanced at the hilt of the sword in Altria’s hand and spoke leisurely.

Then, he bent down and picked up a delicate bronze bell from the upturned earth, gently shaking it.

Accompanied by a pleasant chime, a dreamy phosphorescence peeled off from the bell, with a water mist rising around it.

At the end of the mist, there appeared to be a blue lake.

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Mist Forest, Elf City.

This magnificent Chalk City stood proudly on the horizon, with transparent and invisible walls of wind, and falling bright golden stardust keeping thunderstorms and sandstorms at bay, maintaining this perfect kingdom’s immaculate purity.

And atop that pure white tower, the goddess clad in silver knight armor slowly opened her golden eyes, looking out at the world, calmly overlooking this concluding farce.

The earth, flowing with the sins of the old era, satiated with blood, the sky charred with flames.

Humans like walking corpses, beasts like wolves and tigers, living things annihilated.

Slaying men, slaughtering women, maiming wives, murdering infants.

Disgracing dogs, blade-killing cattle and horses, butchering steeds, knifing lambs.

The immeasurable corpse accumulation in the earth, endless death’s intent, watching the black iron curtain of the sky emptily.

Existence is not allowed, life is not allowed, joyous songs are not allowed.

Only death and slaughter ——— are allowed to exist.

No matter how anyone struggles, they cannot stop the demise of the old and the birth of the new world.

"Truly dull..."

The goddess murmured, her perfectly sculpted jade-like face exquisite to the extreme, yet lacking warmth; her eyes, burning with golden-green flames, deep like an abyss, yet hollow, as if merely a puppet infused with life.

Until the golden stream pouring down from the sky turned into an iron wall, stopping the contraction of the Holy Lance, did the goddess slightly furrow her brows.

A figure seemingly vague, yet seemingly clear, emerged in her mind.

Is it him?

The goddess’s empty eyes sparked a trace of inexplicable excitement, her lips curled into a slight curve.

It’s starting to get interesting.

The goddess then turned and descended the tower, arriving at the square before the Elf Palace.

The sunset gradually dipped towards the horizon, its last glow spilling across the sky like blood.

Twelve figures stood straight as javelins, with eyes both awed and reverent, casting their complex looks towards the ancient goddess standing in front of the Holy Temple.

"As per the agreement, I will gather the great authority of the world in my hands, leading Britain into eternity.

But even if I can defeat the enemy alone, I cannot reconstruct the order for this world.

Therefore, I need knights who can act as my hands and feet, executing my divine will, pursuing my divine intent.

Hence, I have summoned you all, hoping you will be my support.

——— Of course.

I understand that this act conflicts with your creeds, as it requires cutting ties with the past, opposing former close friends.

So, whether you choose to follow me, leave me, or join forces here to defeat me, I respect your choice.

Come, make your decision."

The goddess looked at the twelve figures on the square, her gaze calm and indifferent, without the slightest hint of distraction or fluctuation, merely declaring the fate of Britain’s future.

And behind her were the temple of the gods and the gates of heaven.

After a brief silence, Bagster, Bawansi, and Meiluxin, the three elf knights, were the first to step forward and kneel on one knee.

Soon after, the great mothers of the Six Great Fairy Clans also stepped forward, pledging their oaths.