Revisiting the Tower of London

  Arthur lay on the sofa in the helicopter cabin, pointing and saying: "Pay attention, soldiers, move forward according to the coordinates I told you, don't get lost. The airflow around this mountainous area is a bit strange, if you take the wrong path, our plane will fall like a stone."

  Two soldiers from the Royal Guard nodded and replied in a low voice: "Understood, sir. We are flying along the route you provided, please rest assured."

  Arthur promised the two of them: "After you return, I will recommend that you be promoted. Of course, no matter what you see or hear, you are not allowed to say a word. It's probably because of your usual reliable performance that His Majesty summoned you here."

  The soldier on the left replied: "Yes, sir, we have always kept our mouths shut."

  Arthur smiled, his fingers lightly tapping on the back of the sofa, and said in a low voice: "It would be great if it were really like that. I will give you a bright future. Maybe after you retire, I can arrange for you to work in some powerful departments. After all, the Royal Guard is the most elite army, and you are worthy of this job."

  Two soldiers couldn't help but exchange a glance, what kind of mission was this that required the Duke of Arthur to be so cautious? Of course, both men were confident that no matter what temptation was placed in front of them, they would be able to keep secrets reliably. The Royal Guard was elite, and they appreciated Arthur's evaluation, indeed, they had always thought of themselves as elite.

  The armed helicopter descended onto the ground like a black bat, with an error of no more than thirty centimeters from the coordinates Arthur had requested. Arthur trembled as he emerged from the cockpit, looking at his destination in front of him with satisfaction. He instructed the two soldiers: "I'll go over for a bit, it may take some time, but under any circumstances, wait for me here. If anything unusual happens, that's absolutely normal, got it?"

  The two soldiers were taken aback for a moment, and then kindly said: "Sir, don't you need us to help you get across?"

  Arthur shook his head: "No, you can't take it, I won't be flying a helicopter, so I'll have to leave you here." After that, he himself tottered towards the mountain over 300 meters away. The peak was about 500 meters high, with not a single tree on it, bare and unimpressive.

  Two soldiers looked at Arthur, shook their heads in dismay, and began discussing some trivial matters. One of them patted the GPS locator on the plane and said with a clicking sound: "The Americans are too stingy, the signal error of their positioning system is about ten meters. Look at the Chinese, my god, they provide military-grade signals to all users, even our British army uses their equipment."

  Another one sourly said: "Forget it, they have money. How many GPS satellites did the Americans launch? The Chinese launched 48 in one breath... But look at those countries on the mainland, the European positioning system that has been noisy for more than a decade has not yet been developed."

  Two people were chatting, while Arthur had already walked to the foot of the mountain peak, looking up at the mountain peak that seemed like a sharp sword piercing the sky with a reverent gaze, and whispered a few prayers in his mouth. No matter how the outside world rumors, no matter how those ridiculous historians verify whether King Arthur exists or not, in short, in the hearts of Arthur and the other twelve Knights of the Round Table, this is a sacred place, and this is also where King Arthur and his close comrades-in-arms rest forever.

  Arthur still vaguely remembered what his grandfather had told him, that King Arthur lived a life similar to that of an ascetic monk in his later years, and it was during such introspection and self-cultivation that he was escorted by angels to heaven. The other rumors circulating on the streets were simply laughable, utterly absurd.

  Arthur lightly cut a wound on his finger and let the blood drip onto the smooth boulder in front of him. If one looked closely, there were still faintly discernible strange symbols on this land, which was an ancient magic array that had been preserved since ancient times.

  Arthur softly chanted the incantation, and the ground began to tremble slightly...

  Two soldiers were still chatting, sympathizing with the poor British soldiers who were bombed every day in Iraq. Then they saw something that they would never forget for their whole lives. A milky white light filled with a sacred aura burst out from the ground where Arthur was standing, and groups of fist-sized white light balls rotated ceaselessly within the light. Arthur's hair fluttered, his body formed a cross shape, and he shouted loudly about something. Then, a flash of white light, and Arthur disappeared.

  Two soldiers gaped, unable to move for a full five minutes. They finally understood why Arthur had repeatedly told them to keep the secret earlier. This was something that humans at this stage could not yet comprehend.

  Arthur appeared in a stone cave within the mountain, a naturally formed grotto that had been slightly modified to resemble a small chapel. A granite sarcophagus rested quietly at the center of the grotto, surrounded by twelve similar but slightly smaller coffins arranged in a circle around it.

  Arthur knelt down respectfully, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, praying softly.

  Around the grotto, some helmets and swords were neatly placed. These were things that King Arthur and his men used when they went to war. If they could flow into the cultural relics market, they would definitely cause a sensation. The passage of time has not brought any changes to them. The exquisite golden thread patterns that far exceeded the craftsmanship level at that time revealed unparalleled majesty and solemnity. Each one was a priceless treasure.

  Arthur didn't even glance at the armor, but instead quietly walked around a coffin and stopped in front of the stone sarcophagus in the center. A suit of silver knight's armor was neatly arranged on the ground according to the different parts of the body. The armor was very thin, probably no more than two millimeters thick, emitting a soft glow, and unlike the other armors, it had no decorations on its entire body.

  Arthur dripped his own blood onto the helmet, muttered a few words under his breath, and the armor transformed into milky white light spots that quietly merged into his body; A milky white sword shadow emerged from the stone coffin, circled around Arthur a few times, and quietly merged with him.

  Arthur's body was filled with a powerful force, and the wound on his chest that had been shot miraculously recovered. Arthur felt that his physical strength had increased by a lot compared to before, really, he had undergone a great change.

  He didn't dare to stay in the grotto for long, a human couldn't disturb this sacred place for too long. His heart was filled with gratitude, Arthur transferred out through the magic array inside the grotto.

  He tapped lightly on the helicopter window and Arthur said brightly to the two bewildered soldiers, "Gentlemen, we're heading back to London, shall we? We've wasted a whole day flying around in circles over the mountains. We need to get back to London quickly... I think perhaps the city of London is going to be very lively now."

  London is indeed very lively at this moment.

  Yi Chen, wearing a black windbreaker and a tight-fitting headgear, floated in the air with Phil and Goll, looking like three ghosts. Yi Chen smiled and said: "Your ability to control the air is getting better and better, huh? You guys fly even more lightly than I do... Oh heavens, why didn't you grant me just a little bit of special talent?"

  Fei'er's silly smile didn't get a response. Yi Chen knew that heaven was fair to everyone, and if others were in his shoes, they wouldn't be able to continue cultivating if their true yuan core was destroyed, but he had managed to crawl back from the brink of death - this was a kind of innate talent.

  The uneven walls of the Tower of London appeared in sight, and a crescent moon in the sky scattered its dim light down. In the moonlight, the Tower of London seemed like a crouching monster. Yi Chen's divine sense pierced through the past, hmm, seven or eight ordinary guards, then there were twelve extremely powerful energy auras, and twelve people actually surrounded a circle, sitting at the entrance of the underground chamber.

  Yi Chen calculated the strength comparison and, with the help of two Tian Xing Zong's treasured swords, Filgo could easily deal with these Round Table Knights. He himself would directly use brute force to charge into the underground chamber, sweep away all the treasures, and then the three of them would withdraw immediately.

  Yi Chen suddenly burst out laughing, his plan was indeed perfect. Jester and Ferri would serve as the second wave of attack power, operating large-caliber sniper rifles to take down those damned knights, let's see if they had any way out.

  Should they just notify Jester and his men to take out the two with sniper rifles for now? However, considering Philgore's stubborn sense of honor, Yi Chen dispelled this idea. The two big black men insisted on defeating these knights in the most upright and glorious way, saying it was a habit they developed in the boxing arena, so let's accommodate them. Anyway, the plan will definitely succeed as long as that guy Arthur is still in bed.

  Yì chén's right hand waved forward, and Philgol struck a fist, leaping over the walls of the Tower of London with a whistling wind sound, charging in the direction Yì chén pointed towards the location of the twelve Round Table Knights.

  The two brothers did not draw their swords, but instead used their massive fists to blast forward. They had already reached the pinnacle of the 28 Constellation Star Force and were about to break through to the Grand Heavenly Cycle Star Force level. With every move they made, a faint silver glow emanated from them, combined with their innate ability to manipulate the air, their fists seemed to be imbued with a silver dragon whirlwind that howled towards the face of the Round Table Knight in front of them.

  Phil threw a powerful punch at the knight, while Goll simultaneously threw a punch and followed up with a lateral kick from his left foot, kicking the knight's right chest. The two of them roared in unison: "Hah! We challenge you!"

  If the two hadn't said that, this unlucky guy would have dodged their attack, after all they were always on guard against a possible sudden strike. Even if he couldn't dodge, his eleven companions behind him could help him withstand the attack and still have the strength to launch a counterattack, putting the two brothers at a disadvantage immediately. Who made them think they were twelve people? However, the challenge issued by the two brothers stunned these guys who were deeply poisoned by knightly ideas, and several of them even saluted according to the strict knightly etiquette they had been taught since childhood, preparing to formally accept a one-on-one duel.

  Yi Chen stood on the nearby tower, shaking his head slightly: "Pitiful, these knights with stiffened brains. They're actually easy to deal with..."

  Phil's fist struck the knight's face, while Gole's side kick slammed into his right side. The sound of bones breaking was still echoing when the knight spat out a mouthful of teeth, and his body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut. Phil had crushed his face, and Gole had kicked and broken almost all the bones on his right upper body. If it weren't for the holy power within the knight's body automatically protecting him and reducing most of the impact, he would have died miserably on the spot.

  "Come on, no need to be polite! So-called King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, come on and fight us like real warriors!"

  "Gor shouted loudly: 'Don't cower in the back like a woman, your companions have been defeated by us. So come and fight like real knights! Come on, draw your weapons! Eleven of you? No problem, we will challenge eleven of you at the same time.'"

  The remaining Knights of the Round Table looked at each other in dismay, still not taking Arthur's words to heart, resulting in the loss of a comrade as soon as they met, and their powerful combined formation also lost its effect. In this case, they can only use the tacit understanding cultivated by everyone since childhood, as well as their own strength, to defeat these enemies.

  One person beckoned with their hand, and a pair of crossed swords appeared in their own hands. They raised the sword to the sky, solemnly praying in a low voice, then pointed the sword tip at Phil and the other two people.

  The Philgol brothers hummed softly, and a powerful airflow surrounded their bodies, like two tornadoes. A silver glow churned within the airflow, looking intimidating. Since breaking through to the 28th Star Force, they could now merge their swords with their bodies. With a wave of their hands, their massive swords appeared in their grasp.

  Yi Chen sat down lightly, ready to enjoy this fight... There's still plenty of time, no need to rush, right?

  Eleven knights looked at Phil and Goll's long swords with solemn faces, the black sword body emitting a piercing red glow, waves of heat rushing towards them. This was still the heat emitted by the treasure sword itself, if the opponent deliberately drove all the power of the treasure sword, what would be the result?

  Phil slowly swung his treasured sword, a trail of residual shadows appearing around his body, as a ring of red sword energy mixed with oppressive heat swept the surroundings. Phil suddenly poured the true yuan force within his body into the treasured sword in his hand, and instantly the sword's light flourished greatly, only to see a purple-red flame shadow howling and rolling up hundreds of feet of raging flames, surging towards the knights opposite him like a tidal wave.

  Gaul infused his entire body's strength into the treasured sword, standing quietly in place. The treasured sword gradually emitted a rumbling sound, 'dang dang dang dang' making one's heart tremble, a red glow shot straight from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and a Kirin beast made of flames roared as it pounced down from the sword, charging towards the eleven knights. Its body shape flickered in and out of sight amidst the raging flames emitted by Phil, its sharp claws emitting purple electricity and tearing through the air with a whooshing sound.

  Ten knights sprang up swiftly, their toes tapping rapidly on the surrounding buildings, their bodies flashing extremely fast, and white light flashed out from their swords, forming a whistling sword net to meet Phil and Goll's attack.

  The last knight suddenly knelt down on one knee, gazing up at the sky with reverence in his eyes, muttering to himself. A holy light burst forth from his body, and then his energy aura surged by more than tenfold in Yichun's divine sense. With a furious roar, he launched a ferocious thrust.

  Behind him, Ge Er let out a loud roar after the Qilin's cry, and with a loud thud, his massive foot stomped on the ground, causing over a hundred stone pillars to burst forth from the earth, whistling as they pierced through the air. Then, he jumped up, without any fancy footwork or gathering of strength, and brutally chopped down.

  Jian Wang and Phil's flames collided, Phil spat out a mouthful of blood, his feet unstable, and he randomly slashed out over a hundred swords before flying backward. The knights were scorched by the three flavors of true fire on Phil's treasured sword, several unlucky ones had their eyes burned, and they wildly swung their knight swords. Then, the Qilin beast hiding in the flames, with ill intentions, swiped its sharp claws, and before it dissipated, its flaming claws had torn off a few kilograms of flesh from the chests of three knights. The high temperature filled the air with the pungent smell of roasted meat.

  That knight, whose power had suddenly increased, had aimed his thrust at Phil's chest, but Phil was knocked flying by his companion and the thrust, which shone like a comet with a long tail of flames, lost its target. The recoil from the punch that hit nothing but air made him feel a pang in his chest, and it was then that Gorthok's heavy blow came crashing down.

  The moment of the thrust was when the force began to wane, while Gol's entire spirit and energy merged perfectly, unleashing an absolutely perfect, naturally formed sword. Even the starlight around them was drawn in, as a faint silver glow slowly gathered on the blade tip. The two swords clashed, emitting sparks of electricity, and the immense force caused both to grunt, their internal organs churning wildly.

  It was as if a heavy bomb had exploded, with a deafening roar and blinding light. A fire-red cloud rose from within the Tower of London, and Gol was thrown out like a sandbag, while that unlucky knight broke both legs and lay paralyzed in a pit over two meters deep.

  Those knights who fell from the sky happened to collide with the stone pillars that Gole struck out, and they didn't have time to dodge. With great effort, they swung their already charred arms and used their long swords to deflect these stone pillars with tremendous force.

  In the light applause, ten knights were each hit by two or three stone pillars, their bodies flying high into the air for five or six meters before crashing to the ground.

  Both Fei and Gol were covered in tattered clothes, their hands on the verge of breaking, the pain was unbearable, their bodies numb to the extreme, a thick sweetness welled up in their throats, they couldn't hold back, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

  Yi Chen flew down and patted the two of them on the back, injecting a surge of powerful true yuan energy into their bodies. The two of them regained some vitality, at least enough to run around and jump about. Yi Chen shook his head and said: "If it weren't for your strange treasured swords, you two would have been torn apart by now. But thinking about it, it's actually quite amusing - one blast of fire turned these noble knights into dead dogs."

  Yi Chen hinted that the two should leave first, to avoid being a burden when they run away later. Besides, there was no need for them to stay behind, as all twelve Round Table Knights had become half-dead men, where was the strength to resist? Moreover, both of their masks were broken, what if someone saw their true faces, wouldn't it be a big trouble in the future?

  Phil and Goll didn't insist either, their bodies really couldn't withstand it, they honestly jumped over the wall and secretly made their way back to their old nest.

  Yi Chen quietly walked up to the Round Table knights who were lying on the ground, except for five or six who had fainted. The rest of them looked at Yi Chen with eyes filled with extreme anger. Yi Chen smiled strangely: "Alright, noble knights, you are too proud... aren't you? Because of your pride, you suffered a great defeat. Why did only one person make a powerful thrust? If there were three, four, or five, my subordinates would have been dead already."

  A lightly wounded knight trembled all over, trying to get up, humming in his mouth: "No, can't let you humiliate us... I demand a duel with you, a fight to the death, accept my challenge if you still have a sense of honor."

  Yi Chen walked over, kicked him hard in the stomach, and sent the last bit of strength left in his body flying. Smiling, he said: "No, sir, honor? What is honor? Can honor be used as money? How ridiculous! You, a half-dead man, dare to challenge me? To tell you what kind of consequences your foolish behavior will bring, I'll give you a little lesson."

  Yi Chen's foot crushed the knee of another knight on the ground, and that guy let out a miserable cry, fainting from the pain. The knight who challenged Yi Chen roared in anger: "You... bastard! Why did you hurt my comrade? Come and hurt me, kill me!"

  He walked to the basement door with a look of disdain, muttering to himself: "You'll regret it, you'll learn something. When you don't have any chips in your hand, you're not qualified to negotiate with others. Now I'm in control of everything on the scene, so I'm God, and you should respect me, obey me. And yet you still dare to challenge me? It's laughable."

  Yi Chen flew out a silver flying star sword, a trail of damaged silver stars scattered down, and a strip of silver rainbow pierced through the newly cast iron gate, cutting open a doorway large enough for Yi Chen to enter.

  With a wave of his hand, the Flying Star Sword began to orbit around his body. Yi Chen smiled and said, "Sorry, gentlemen, but I'm about to take away the most precious treasure of your great British Empire. It's really impolite, originally the client only wanted one gemstone, but why should I be so honest? Why shouldn't I take all the treasures?"

  One knight fainted, and the remaining two awake knights sighed helplessly, their hearts filled with intense shame. If they still had the strength, if their swords were still in hand, they would definitely fight Yidun to the death.

  One man, word by word, vowed to Yi Chen: "In the name of the Supreme Emperor, with my family's honor, I swear that I will find out your secrets and kill you. If I fail to complete this task, my children, my descendants will inherit my legacy, our hatred for you, must be washed away with your blood and the blood of your family."

  Yi Chen gazed at him and didn't go down to pick up the jewelry either. In a strange tone, she asked him: "Do you have children now?"

  The knight shook his head: "No... But I will definitely kill you. I swear on the honor of a knight."

  Yi Chen said coldly, "You don't have a chance anymore, fool..." He raised his little finger, and a fragmented star sword energy shot out quickly. The knight's head was smashed into powder like a watermelon.

  The only knight still awake let out a mournful cry: "Heaven, you've killed him... God... No."

  At the same time, a loud shout came out, and a voice came from far away. The man was also shouting frantically: "No, no..." A rainbow-colored light broke through the sky, and Arthur fell to the ground, staring blankly at the knight's headless corpse.

  Yi Chen's heart skipped a beat: "Damn it, Arthur wasn't seriously injured, was he? But looking at him, there's not even a scratch. How did he just happen to arrive now? A trap? No, that doesn't seem right, no one would use their subordinate's life as bait for a trap... So, he must have had some kind of incredible encounter that healed his wounds... Damn it, let's go."

  "Jester, Feli, take aim and finish off Arthur." He himself had already merged with his sword, a silver arc flashing through the air. At the same time, the "Chaotic Star Finger" technique he had recently comprehended burst forth, creating a ring of distorted star energy that took on a silver glow behind him, blocking Arthur's pursuit. If an ordinary person or cultivator were to be trapped in this starlight halo, they would be unable to escape for a long time, like a ship caught in a whirlpool at sea.

  Arthur did not chase after them, but instead walked slowly towards the headless corpse, staring blankly at it as he began to cry: "Oh God, why didn't you listen to my advice? I told you to use all your strength against them... Oh God, why can't you get rid of that stupid chivalrous spirit? We're not facing knights like yourselves... Why did you provoke him? Why did you threaten him? Don't you know? These people will kill anyone who might pose a threat to their own safety."

  Arthur clutched the corpse, disregarding the blood: "Joseph... Oh God, Joseph... Look at you, look at you now. Oh God, please don't let him go like this. You idiot, you bloody idiot..."

  Arthur suddenly dropped the corpse and slapped the only remaining conscious knight several times, cursing: "Look, look, look what you've done! You can gang up on me, but you can't even handle someone weaker than me... What's this about a knight's honor? Hmm? A knight's pride? Hmm? A knight's integrity? Hmm? A knight's spirit? Hmm? ...What are those things, what kind of crap is that? Look at yourselves now! One dead, eleven seriously injured, who knows if these comrades can be saved?"

  Arthur said in a low voice: "Remember, you remember for me, now is the 20th century, an era that values strength, conspiracy and ruthlessness. Knights? Don't belong to this era..."

  Arthur slowly stood up, pointing to the sky and swearing: "I don't care who you are, I don't care how powerful your background is, I don't care how strong your power is, I must kill you, I swear... I swear on the honor of King Arthur, I must kill you... You killed Joseph, you killed my partner who grew up with me since childhood, I swear, I will definitely kill you."

  Arthur was too excited to notice the changes in the outside world, Jest and Phil were on the rooftops of two buildings 300 meters apart, pulling the triggers of their high-caliber anti-material sniper rifles.

  Two bullets coated with deadly poison whizzed towards Arthur. Arthur was dazed and didn't even hear the sound of the shots. Just as the two bullets were about to hit his forehead and back, the armor he obtained from King Arthur's tomb came into play. A faint white glow suddenly appeared, and the armor automatically put itself on him. The two bullets were blocked by a layer of tough white light just a centimeter away from Arthur's body, and then fell to the ground.

  Arthur was drenched in cold sweat, looking back at the two shells flashing with dark blue light, if he hadn't obtained this armor, then...

  Jester and Ferly had already abandoned those two sniper rifles and quickly left the sniper position.

  Jester floated through the air like a bat, muttering to himself: "The boss is definitely going to be furious, damn it, the money that was right in front of us is gone... That damned God, what kind of armor is Arthur wearing? He's not even afraid of bullets... What if we use rocket launchers next time? Haha, Cain is an expert after all. If all else fails, we can just use a car bomb... I'm no knight, I don't want to fight an unbeatable opponent... Hmmph."

  Just as the first ambulance arrived at the Tower of London, a passenger plane from Tokyo, Japan landed at London Airport. Sakura, surrounded by more than 20 special ninjas, wore a striking crimson samurai uniform and carried a long package towards the immigration entrance.

  An airport security guard furrowed his brow, muttering to a colleague beside him: "Is that guy carrying a long sword? How did he get on the plane in Tokyo? Hmm? Should we catch him?"

  His colleague flipped through the passenger manifest, shook his head and said: "No, this sword is a registered item, it's an ancient Japanese craft, he's a big shot in Japan, he won't hijack the plane."

  Sakura smiled and led the twenty-seven special jounin onto British soil. The package in his hand, 'Killer Moon', trembled slightly.

  In London Tower, Arthur felt Excalibur in his body slightly tremble as well...

  Yi Chen stood far away on the rooftop of a high-rise building, gazing in the direction of the Tower of London. In his heart, he viciously said: "Arthur, your luck is really great... It seems that getting White Jade's diamond will have to wait for now... No matter, after all, he still hasn't completed my commission, and I have plenty of time. Arthur, you just wait, no matter what methods I use, I will definitely take you down and get the things I want."

  At the same time, in a certain place in Russia, Ali, the boss who had just returned from attending a banquet, was suddenly ambushed by seven unidentified gunmen and escaped with minor injuries, while his 17 bodyguards died on the spot. Enraged, Ali used his power to search for the assassins, but found no clues. In desperation, he thought of Yi Chen...

  Fabio was humiliated again by his own brother in Rome...