The royal guards of the royal capital blocked the entrance to the inner hall, creating a dark atmosphere.
The sharp tip of the spear reflected a dazzling light in the candlelight.
The captain of the Guards was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a neatly trimmed beard and an old scar on the left side of his face that stretched from his eyebrow bone to the corner of his mouth.
At this time, the throne in the main hall was shattered to pieces, the ground was covered with ashes, the walls were cracked with spider web patterns, and a big hole was broken in the roof of the hall, allowing light to pour in.
Arthur held a silver-white sword in his hand. The sword was clean without a drop of blood.
The veterans huddled in the corner of the hall, Boqin stood at the front, his hands folded in his sleeves, his fingers clenched until they turned white.
The captain of the Forbidden Army's eyes fell on Arthur.
"Arthur·Pendragon." When he called out the name, there was not much respect in his tone.
"Why are you here with a sword in your hand, where is the king?"
"The king is dead. I believe you have heard the legend of Sword in the Stone in the past few days, right?" Sela walked out of the crowd at this time.
"Who are you?" The captain of the Forbidden Army glanced at the woman contemptuously.
"The North Patrol Officer."
"Hmph, how dare a little patrol officer make noise here?"
"Captain Lucas..." Boqin stood up at this time and bowed slightly to the captain of the Forbidden Army.
"Oh, it's Master Boqin." Lucas nodded.
"The king is dead. He made offerings to the evil god and reaped the consequences..." Boqin said with a sigh.
"Why, do you even want to help this guy speak?" Lucas pointed at Arthur with the sword in his hand.
It can be seen that Arthur is not pleasing to the eye here.
The captain of the Forbidden Army stopped for a moment on Sword in the Stone, and frowned, as if he remembered something.
"Sword in the Stone." He said, his tone softer than before.
"In the past few days, there has been a buzz in the city that there is a sword stuck in a stone. Whoever can pull it out will be the king of Britain?"
"That's it, Captain Lucas, from what we can see so far, it's Captain King Arthur who pulled out the sword." Boqin said.
Lucas's pupils shrank, and he glanced at the few princes who were still standing aside. "I think this kind of thing is just folklore..."
"Ugly people tend to cause mischief!" Sirius snorted coldly, "Listen to what he is talking about."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sirius raised his hand and said "Fire-Making Spell", and the flames spread into a circle at Lucas's feet, surrounding him in the middle.
"You are... the Witch King!" Lucas screamed, and the soldiers behind him aimed their long soldiers at Sirius.
"Expelliarmus"
Lin Ze's spell shot into the air, exploded like fireworks, and turned into drizzle. The weapons originally held by the soldiers fell to the ground.
Before the soldiers bent down to pick it up, they saw Lin Ze waving his wand again, and the weapons rose into the air and flew in the direction of Lin Ze, before falling at Lin Ze's feet with a clatter.
Lucas Incendio was burning under his feet, and the heat wave made the sweat beads on his forehead roll down one by one.
He turned around and looked around. All the weapons in the hands of the Imperial Guards were taken away by the guy in front of him who called himself Merlin.
Spears and daggers were piled up in a mess in front of Lin Ze's feet, like a small iron mountain.
"You..." Lucas gritted his teeth, the old scars on his cheeks turning white.
"I advise you, don't move." Lin Ze stood behind the pile of weapons, with the tip of his wand pointing down. His tone was not cold, but there was not much room for negotiation.
Lucas's hand slowly retracted from the handle of the knife at his waist.
"Captain Lucas." Boqin walked out from the corner of the hall, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and he nodded slightly as he passed by Lin Ze.
"The king is dead, and the person who killed him is Shedding Gods. This..." He tilted his chin towards Lin Ze, "He is here to help us."
Lucas stared at Boqin for several seconds. "Master Boqin, you are a veteran, I believe what you say, but Arthur..."
"Arthur is also a prince, and there is no doubt about his identity."
The meaning of Boqin is very obvious, Arthur is also qualified to inherit the throne.
Arthur stood there with his sword hanging at his side, "I was sent out of the palace when I was a child. You can count the number of times you have seen me on two hands, but... I hope that you will always be loyal to the throne, not the person sitting on it."
Lucas's expression changed, obviously he was thinking about something.
Arthur changed his previous gentle behavior and raised the sword high in his hand. He faced hundreds of forbidden troops below. "Constantine is dead. The Witch King and Merlin are both here. Now, there are only two ways before you, surrender or die!"
The inner hall was so quiet that the only sound was the wind pouring in through the hole in the roof, whining and making the dark red ashes on the ground swirl into the corner.
"Surrender or die." Arthur repeated it again, his voice was not strong, but he spoke each word clearly.
Lucas The guards behind him looked at each other.
The ring of flames just now was still burning at Lucas's feet, and the heat wave was rolling in, causing the edges of his beard to curl up.
Lucas was silent for a long time, and finally put the sword back into its sheath, bent his knees, and knelt down on one knee.
"I... serve my allegiance to the throne..."
The Imperial Guards behind him knelt down, their armor clattering against the stone floor.
Arthur The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but quickly stabilized.
He turned his head and glanced at the cowering veterans in the corner of the hall.
Boqin was the first to bend down and bow deeply, and then the other ministers bowed down one after another as if they had just woken up from a dream.
Just when everyone was bowing their heads to the new king, the wind pouring in from the hole in the roof of the palace suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, all the candles in the temple were extinguished, and not even a trace of smoke remained from the burned ashes.
Darkness poured in from all directions, wrapping the entire inner temple tightly.
Then the ground started to get hot.
You can feel the heat on the stone slabs under your feet through a layer of boot soles. The air in the gaps between the stone slabs is roasted and distorted, and the breath you exhale carries a dry, burnt smell.
"Everyone, get out." Lin Ze's voice was particularly clear in the darkness.
Before the guards who were kneeling on the ground could react, they were interrupted by Lin Ze's next words.
"If you don't want to die, just run out and don't look back."
Lucas was the first to stand up, stretched out his hand to pick up the two stunned soldiers beside him, and pushed them toward the palace door.
"Withdraw!"
The imperial guards rolled and rolled outside, and the old ministers were dragged out by the young officials on their arms. Boqin walked at the back, the iron staff in his hand clicked on the ground.
Sirius grabbed Arthur's arm and took more than ten steps towards the door. Arthur broke away from his hand and said, "I won't leave."
"What can you do if you keep it?"
"What can I do? Didn't you just see it?" Arthur lifted Sword in the Stone up.
Sirius opened his mouth and looked back at Lin Ze.
Lin Ze didn't look back, just nodded slightly.
Sirius cursed, took out the wand from his sleeve, and stood next to Arthur, back to back.