Gensokyo is the home of fairies and spirits, brimming with vitality. This is the main reason why Avalon can keep Ahoge King eternally young and possess powerful regenerative abilities.
Such a world is clearly not suitable for ordinary souls to linger in, especially for a large number of souls.
In contrast, Shishou's Land of Shadows is a true land of the dead, and its area is much larger than Gensokyo, enough to accommodate the souls of Britain British citizens.
However, the Land of Shadows is the foundation of Shishou, and she has transformed the Land of Shadows into her own Divine Kingdom according to the cultivation techniques bestowed upon her by that man. This is also the main reason why she can control the Land of Shadows to travel through time and space.
How could she possibly relinquish her Divine Kingdom under such circumstances?
"It's not about taking over your Land of Shadows, but rather about increasing its Land of Shadows, or rather, its followers. I suppose you wouldn't mind, Ahoge King, the souls of these Britain citizens changing their nationality!"
With a smack of his enormous dog mouth, the husky-version of Wang Hao smiled as he explained, while simultaneously giving the Ahoge King a wink.
"I failed to protect the people of Britain; I am an unfit king, no longer qualified to lead them. Queen of the Land of Shadows, in my royal name, I beg you to take these people in!"
Shaking his head slightly in disappointment, Ahoge King composed himself and looked directly Shishou Scáthach with a regal air.
Indeed, almost all of Britain has fallen. Even if the souls of those people were resurrected in the form of Heroic Spirit, she would not have enough resources to sustain them, and she would even have difficulty creating space for them to live.
Bringing them under the command of the Queen of the Land of Shadows is indeed a good choice.
"Your request is granted!"
After a moment's thought Shishou Scáthach, adopting a regal demeanor, solemnly agreed to the matter, though inwardly she was practically bursting with laughter.
The cultivation techniques she summarized from the many inheritances given to her by that man included a system of faith in deities. Although the reliance on the Power of Faith was far less than that of a system of faith in deities, a large number of believers could increase the foundation of the Divine Kingdom and even enable the Divine Kingdom to expand continuously.
Although the approved expansion and growth could not directly increase her strength, it could accelerate her comprehension of the power of laws, and this alone made it impossible for her to refuse.
And so, Wang Hao opened his dog mouth and transferred the countless souls of the Britain people he had collected and sealed inside his belly into the magic mirror behind Scáthach.
"I just used my magic to sense that there are still thirty million living people scattered across this island, which is what you call the land of Britain. You should find a way to rescue them as soon as possible."
Gandalf's clone entered the hall and casually conjured a map of the entire territory of Britain, marking the locations where living people existed with green dots.
Not all the people of Britain were corrupted by evil; less than Issei % remained pure, and Wang Hao did not target this group.
"Those Skeleton soldiers and zombie armies do seem to be converging straight here. It must be Lancelot's order. If we don't launch an attack, the uninfected civilians have a high chance of survival. However, we must rescue those survivors as soon as possible."
Merlin recounted several special cases he had observed, thus confirming Gandalf's judgment.
" Vortigern, rescue all the civilians at all costs, and hurry!"
Suddenly standing up, Ahoge King decisively gave an order to one of the Knights of the Round Table behind him.
Although Wang Hao had killed many Knights of the Round Table before, they were all those whose bodies had been corrupted by malice. In the end, about ten of them remained. Otherwise, Ahoge King would have really become a commander without an army.
"Yes, my king!"
Knights of the Round Table, Vortigern, bowed and accepted the order. After memorizing the magical sand table, he hurriedly left the hall, preparing to lead his men to the rescue.
"I'll go help!"
After saying this, Gandalf's clone left the hall. He didn't want anything to happen to the remaining people; otherwise, it would be his fault.
"Now all that's left is the forging of the Holy Sword!"
Glancing at the three holy Ahoge King, Guinevere subtly glanced at the husky-like Wang Hao beside her, Merlin Merlin, as did the others.
Merlin had specifically instructed that a master craftsman be found to assist in forging the new Holy Sword. This matter was urgent and the Holy Sword had to be forged as soon as possible.
"Lord White Fang, what are the requirements for forging the Holy Sword?"
Merlin, who was being watched by everyone, remained calm and looked at his husky-like clone.
The promise to find a master craftsman was made with the support of that venerable one, who possessed a considerable number of master craftsmen, enough to forge powerful holy swords.
Without an immediate reply, the husky-like Wang Hao stepped forward to the three holy swords and released his Power of Primordial Spirit to sense the essence and mysteries of the three holy swords.
Although he had previously used the immeasurable power of the All the World's Evil to traverse time and space, allowing his original self in the future timeline to deduce everything, he was still not very familiar with the other Great Sage besides the Arondight.
This requires some minor adjustments, so we'll have to wait a little while.
Everyone waited patiently, and no one disturbed the Big Dog. Finally, three hours later, the husky version of Wang Hao's clone condensed into a Projection of a sword a hundred meters in size.
If this main hall weren't so large, it would be difficult to accommodate everyone.
Although it was Projection of a sword, it was actually composed of countless Magecraft arrays. The immeasurable Magecraft arrays were layered upon each other, ultimately forming the hundred-meter-sized sword Projection.
This was only because Wang Hao deliberately enlarged the Projection of the Holy Sword; otherwise, no one would have been able to see its internal structure clearly.
The so-called holy sword is naturally not forged from any physical mineral. At least, a world like the Nasuverse, which is not even Great Thousand World, could not possibly produce materials of that caliber.
Therefore, the Holy Sword is formed from pure energy; the original Great Sage were merely the three core elements that constitute the new Holy Sword.
Looking at the mysterious sword Projection that far exceeded his comprehension, Merlin broke out in a cold sweat.
Only now did he realize that he had underestimated the Holy Sword; its structure far surpassed that of any other divine artifact he knew.
Most importantly, this construction method is completely different from many other divine artifacts we know, and it is probably difficult for the divine generals under that venerable one to forge it.
Helpless, Merlin eventually packaged and transmitted the structural Projection of the holy sword to that venerable one.
He was merely a messenger in this matter; whether it would succeed was not up to him.
"The number of warriors' undead seems a bit off!"
At this moment, Scáthach, Shishou had just finished settling the souls of the British people Britain died, stepped out of the magic mirror and looked at Ahoge King and the others with dissatisfaction, feeling that these guys seemed to have been holding back.
He had specifically asked Ahoge King for national population data beforehand, but the number of warrior souls he valued was vastly different, which was very displeasing.
Warriors are far stronger than ordinary people, and this strength is reflected in their souls, giving them a more profound foundation than ordinary people.
Therefore, she was quite envious of the souls of those fallen Britain warriors, as they were the easiest to cultivate.
How could she possibly be happy now that the warrior's soul count was reduced by half?
"I can only collect the souls of those who perished after I came to this land. As for the souls of those who died long ago, they have long since vanished. I have no interest in reversing time to bring those souls over."
Wang Hao glanced at the dog's mouth, but remained remarkably calm.
The warriors who fell before he reversed time and returned to this era had little to do with him, so naturally he felt no guilt.
Those who perish during that period will have their souls dissipate into the world immediately, and their true spirits may even undergo another soul transformation, perhaps even reincarnating.
How is he supposed to collect them?
Therefore, it's already quite good and generous of them to be able to collect the souls that passed away after their arrival.
"Bang!"
Lancelot!
With a slam of his fist on the Round Table, Ahoge King once again felt intense hatred for that man.
The others also wore expressions of gritted teeth, their faces filled with hatred.
Guinevere also wore a hateful expression, but her pair of Shusui blue eyes occasionally glanced at the Big Dog beside her, a Sisi of a smile hidden within them.
She knew perfectly well that this was all a scheme orchestrated by that bastard man. If it weren't for his intervention, the people of Britain would have been dead without a chance of survival.
In truth, everyone here should be grateful to that man, but Creation cruel. Because of that stupid woman Arthur, that bastard man willingly bore all the sins, causing these people to hate him for no reason.
Let's see what that bastard will do when he finds out the truth.
"I'm sorry, but that venerable one said that a holy sword of this caliber cannot be forged."
Suddenly, as if he had heard something, Merlin's expression changed drastically, and he uttered words that filled everyone with despair.
He had just received a reply from that venerable one, indicating that a holy sword of that caliber truly could not be forged.
In fact, Alaya on the other side was also going crazy. He originally thought he had grasped a lifeline. With many underlings and countless talented people under his command, he was sure he could forge that Holy Light Holy Sword.
But to everyone's surprise, when his underlings received the blueprints for the Holy Sword, they immediately knelt down, saying it wasn't that they were incompetent, but that the task was far too demanding.
She even went to discuss it with that lazy Gaia, but unfortunately, the result was still not good.
Clearly, this approach is not feasible!
"It seems I must go and speak with the other kings of this era as soon as possible!"
Amidst the despair of the crowd, Scáthach spoke indifferently, though her expression was quite solemn.
Judging from the previous Scourge Legion's demeanor, she admitted that she couldn't withstand it. Her only option now was to find a way to accept the souls of the dead in this world and then escape in the Land of Shadows.
After all, that was a terrifying existence that even the two major Counter Force found troublesome; this world was basically doomed.
Being able to escape with the souls of the people of this world is already a pretty good ending.