The light was shining, but it was not the life-taking judgment woven by the empress, but a radiance that was brighter, more eye-catching, and could still be seen even with one's eyes closed.
It was the morning light after a long night. The uneasiness and anxiety deeply rooted in my heart were gently wiped away by this light.
It is the crystallization of all things depicted in the hearts of all those who have disappeared in the glory. Even in the bloody battlefield, exposed to the ultimate hell of death and despair, they still sing the praises of the nobility of human nature.
It is the light that emanates from the inner sea of stars and gathers all the hope.
Compared with this ray of light, Semiramis's deadly beam was nothing at all. It was defeated by the light's slight impact, and everything in the light's path was also defeated.
The walls, floor, ceiling, pillars, the entire room was divided into two by this radiance.
"Who is it?"
Semiramis had a serious look on his face, and immediately prepared the transfer spell, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
This radiance came from a very close distance, but before that, she had not felt anything unusual. There was no doubt that this enemy was stronger than anyone she had encountered before.
My eyes wandered, and the first thing I saw was a sword, a sword so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off it.
The sword shone with golden light, illuminating the surrounding darkness as if to celebrate the promised victory.
With just one glance, one can sense the powerful force and high mystery contained in the sword - obviously, the glory between the Hengduan Kings comes from this sword.
As her eyes continued to move upwards, the empress saw a familiar face.
Although her figure had changed from tall to petite, her temperament, the fluctuation of magic power, and the strand of curled hair reminded her of the sacrifice she had killed just a few minutes ago.
"You, you are—" Lion Jie exclaimed in surprise. He had seen this girl in this outfit before in Mordred's dream.
"We meet again, the Empress of Assyria, Mordred, and Mr. Lion Jiejieli. I once again state my name - Artoria Pendragon."
Still wearing silver armor, but with a slightly different style, the young female knight held a sword and performed a knight's salute.
"King Arthur!!! Impossible, aren't you dead?" There was an expression of disbelief in Semiramis' eyes.
"Yes, the Black Lancer is dead. The one standing before you is not a Servant, but the real Altria."
Hearing her say this, everyone remembered the ending of the King Arthur legend that the whole world knew.
In the Battle of Camlan, the rebellious knight Mordred was killed, and the seriously injured King Arthur was carried by the Fairies of the Lake to "Avalon", an "isolated utopia" where he found eternal peace. People believed that King Arthur was not dead, and when an irresistible crisis came, he would come back to save the world.
Now, this legend has come true. When danger came, King Arthur left the utopia and returned to the world, holding the most famous weapon in the legend of King Arthur, the holy sword "Sword of Promised Victory".
The holy sword was swung lightly, and powerful magic whizzed out from the blade, turning into sword pressure visible to the naked eye, and with one sword, all the chains that bound Mordred were cut off.
The bound girl had already been exhausted by the poison, and after losing the support of the chains, she fell down limply.
However, what greeted her was not the cold ground, but the embrace she had longed for. Although the hardness was no less than the ground due to the presence of the armor, the warmth made Mordred shed tears.
"Father, is it really father? Ahahahaha... I, I must be dreaming."
"I'm not dreaming. Didn't I say we'd see each other soon? Take a rest. It will be over soon."
Mordred closed her eyes. If it was a dream, she hoped to wake up as late as possible.
Altria, who had regained her youthful form, gently put the child down, her gentle expression instantly turning into a stern one as she stared into the eyes of the mistress of the garden.
By this time, Semiramis had regained her composure and sneered.
"You've already died once, yet you still dare to step into this place. Should I say that you have a deep father-son relationship? Or are you ignorant of your own life? Don't you know that even an immortal body can't withstand my poison?"
"I have experienced the power of the oldest poisoner. Even now, it is difficult for me to resist your poison without the scabbard. However, someone told me that he has a way to neutralize your poison."
"Humph, I want to see who has such great ability."
The style of the kings changed. The decadent and luxurious palace, which was originally dominated by dark tones, was suddenly stained with a layer of strange colors. Sometimes it was colorful, and sometimes it was as black as ink. This was the embodiment of the concept of poison given by the world to the oldest poisoner. Almost no one could resist such poisoning.
Note that it is almost, which means there are exceptions.
The constantly changing strange colors quickly radiated around with the Empress as the center, and then rushed towards Altria and Mordred from all directions.
However, just before the concept of poison was about to touch Altria's body, a breeze blew by, not only easing the pressure within the king, but also bringing a few petals growing from nowhere.
The petals are pink, a bit like cherry blossoms, a bit like plum blossoms, and also have some characteristics of peach blossoms, giving people a pleasing and comfortable feeling.
The petals fell in the wind, floating past Altria's hair, floating past Mordred's ears, and finally falling on the ground soaked in the concept of poison, and finally disappeared without a trace.
Then, the scenery around the two girls changed.
Where the petals disappeared, a touch of green quickly grew. At first it was a little bud, then it grew into a shoot, and in the next moment it bloomed into a brilliant flower.
This flower is different from any known flower in the world. It is more beautiful than any known flower. It seems to be the ultimate flower, condensing the essence of all flowers. The petals that just fell were from this flower.
With this flower as an example, more and more flowers grew and blossomed around Altria and Mordred, and soon the land that originally belonged to Semiramis was turned into a sea of flowers.
No, not only in the Royal Court, but also in the palace outside the Royal Court and even in the entire sky garden, there are such flowers in full bloom, turning the entire garden into a world of flowers.
"This, this!" Semiramis was stunned. She could feel her concept of poison being eroded by the sea of flowers. The stronger the poison, the faster the flowers grew, as if her poison had become the nutrients of the flowers.
"Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?" Artoria raised her head and glanced at the night sky that she had blasted open.
"No, no, it's a rare opportunity for the world to relax its restrictions, it would be a waste if I don't put on a good show."
A pleasant male voice came with the wind, blowing up a large number of petals and condensing into a handsome and unparalleled shadow in white clothes and white hair.
"Nice to meet you, Queen of Assyria. Your face is as beautiful as described in the legend, so I specially prepared this scene to suit you. I hope you will be satisfied with this sea of flowers from the utopia."
"Utopia... You, you are..."
At this moment, Semiramis remembered a legend, a legend closely related to King Arthur.
PS: As expected of a well-known internet scammer, his appearance was so cool. I’m afraid I will never be able to learn to make such a cool appearance in my entire life.
PS2: By the way, the old rogue is so handsome, Solomon also has the high-end style of the Great Temple, and Kong Ming has a red dress and black frame and looks younger and younger as he gets older. Erye should also have an extremely cool ultimate mode.