National War: The Dust Settles (Part 1)

Ancient England once had such a legend. Like the Western equivalent of the Dragon-Quelling Pillar, a sword symbolizing divine authority bestowed by heaven was embedded in a four-sided stone within a monastery.

Whoever could pull it out would become king of the land of Great Britain.

Yet throughout the long passage of time, no one had ever succeeded.

Until the birth of that Knight King, who drew forth this blade that was nearly a household name across England.

The Sword in the Stone—The Sword in the Stone!

In midair with no foothold, the silver-thorn blade was caught barehanded despite the blood streaming down. Seeing the other party's eyes, seemingly devoid of emotion and filled only with savage emptiness,

and the resolve to take any counterattack head-on, trading injury for injury, Pedro's eyes widened as he seized that fleeting opening.

He had never imagined that he would witness the legendary Sword in the Stone just as it was about to pierce through him!

Like the other battle that had reached a fever pitch amid clashing technology, above the sprawling London cityscape, with the wreckage of aircraft below as its backdrop,

her right hand cut open and bleeding from the silver thorns, gripping it as though she had caught her prey, Mu Cheng's eyes did not waver in the slightest.

The Sword in the Stone in her left hand thrust directly toward Pedro's chest!

Then the Arcane Box lit up, and a thin wall of light appeared,

blocking the Sword in the Stone's tip.

But there was not the slightest surprise or hesitation in the battlefield tyrant's gaze. Missing her first strike, she released the silver thorns and, in the same instant, stepped on the light wall and leaped high into the air.

Once more, she gripped the King's Sword bestowed by