After several months apart, the King of Knights atop the platform radiated an even colder, more murderous aura. Even at this banquet, he remained fully armed.
That sealed suit of silver-white knightly armor seemed to form an isolated tower beyond the world, enshrining this god among mortals within and commanding the worship of ordinary people.
Thus, the moment the King of Knights arrived, the previously lively and noisy atmosphere in the hall seemed to have been doused with ice water, turning cold and stagnant.
Those pampered lords with weak wills found their eyes stinging after only a brief glance. They could only avert their gazes with lingering fear, while the oppressive sensation left those in the front rows silent as cicadas, their bodies even trembling faintly.
Divine might!
Samael's gaze flickered, and he frowned.
Sure enough, the unification of the northern and southern regions had made her much stronger.
Now, the King of Knights was becoming more deeply fused with Holy Lance Rhongomyniad and less and less human. She had already reached the critical threshold of complete divinization.
If this continued, before long, she would become the goddess Rhongomyniad through and through, transform into the Tower at the End, and even strip Britain from the earth's surface, fully constructing it into an independent world.
Tsk, I need to move faster...
Samael reached his conclusion, secretly frowning as he closed his eyes and calculated his next move.
However, just as the ancient serpent was thinking, the scraping of armor plates grew clearer and clearer, and an elongated shadow fell over him.
Samael looked up in a daze and was startled to discover that the King of Knights from the stage had actually come before him.
At that moment, her right hand, clad in a silver-white vambrace, was held flat in a