I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 137 is born now!
Isabel suddenly smiled in relief, she did not try to dissuade her, but continued.

"Do you have any plans?"

Arthur frowned and pondered, "Since the most elite troops in the imperial capital are the royal Celtic cavalry, then we have to avoid street fighting as much as possible and block the troops of West France on the plain outside the imperial capital.

I think those cavalry should also think so, so I plan to support them. "

Isabel nodded, "Go, child, I will find a way for you about the follow-up support."

Arthur nodded, and then he was about to draw his sword from behind, but suddenly, his expression froze.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword behind him in a panic.

"What's wrong?" Isabelle said.

"I didn't bring my sword." Arthur said with an ugly expression.

Isabel didn't give Arthur any time to prepare. When she was in Hart's yard, she went directly to the imperial capital by boat and didn't have time to bring her luggage.

As a swordsman, the sword is his own hands, which is very deadly.

"Is that so?" Isabel's eyes flickered, "I do know that there is a place where there is a sword suitable for you."

"Where?" Arthur asked.

"Baal Cathedral." Isabel said, "on the high platform there, there is a sword."

Arthur didn't ask why there was a sword stuck there, he trusted Isabel very much.

He didn't waste any time either. After bidding farewell to Isabel, he headed straight to Baal Cathedral.

"The sword stuck in the Baal Cathedral." Dan on the side couldn't help but said, "Isn't that the sword in the stone of choosing destiny?"

"What do you think he got his name from?"

Watching Arthur's departure, Isabel murmured softly.

"Get ready...to welcome the new emperor."

Because of the arrival of the West French army, the interior of the imperial capital became extremely chaotic, people fled in panic, and the scene of more than 100 million people surging was very shocking.

Some aristocratic carriages in the imperial capital pulled astonishing wealth, blocking the main road with water.

There were constant shouts and quarrels, and in the commercial area, some hooligans even took the opportunity to smash and loot various shops. Although the secret police were working hard to maintain order, it was still somewhat useless.

Chaos and fear filled the city, but this was only the beginning.

This place is different from Yingjiao Town, where there are dozens of people and less than [-] people.

The population here is in the millions.

But the people here are different from the unity of the Sacilians, and it is basically impossible for them to unite and riot like them.

When the West Franks enter the city, these people will be pigs waiting to be slaughtered one after another, blood and death will be all over this place.

Although Arthur is heartbroken for those nobles, most of the people in this city are innocent.

They abandoned their fields and came to this city just to give their families a chance to survive.

They have suffered enough to not suffer like this again.

Arthur hopped from city to city, and soon came to the Cathedral of Baal.

Because of the existence of the sword in the stone, the flow of people in the Baal Cathedral has increased tenfold compared to three years ago.

Although it is now at war, the tourism economy of the imperial capital has been revitalized because of this.

Perhaps, all the people of Britannia are extremely eager for the emergence of this capable new emperor to break their current status quo.

However, because of the army of the West French Empire, the people here have basically run away, but there are still some priests walking around in panic.

There are many cultural heritages of the Britannian Empire in the Baal Cathedral, and these priests are urgently transferring these heritages to the basement.

Arthur ignored these people and entered the church directly, and soon saw the sword in the stone inserted on the high platform of the church.

Half of the sword body is submerged, and the cold light emitted from the part of the sword body that is still outside is enough to prove that it is a good sword.

The decoration of gold and gemstones on it is also just right, without any sense of vulgarity.

Arthur fell in love with it almost at first sight.

He walked slowly to the sword platform.

But at this moment, a voice came from one side.

"Who are you and why are you still here?"

Arthur turned his head, and a clergyman in a white robe with a painting in his hand was frowning at him.

He looks in his 30s, with a square face, unshaven beard, and deep-set eyes.

He was there when Victor was in the appointment and dismissal ceremony. He was Puni's subordinate, one of the elders of the Presbyterian Church, Hayden.

"I'm here to borrow something," Arthur said.

Hayden frowned slightly, "There is nothing valuable here."

"What's the matter, elder?"

A group of clergymen also came over from the corridor on one side, each holding some materials in their hands.

"Here's a kid who said he wanted to borrow something," Hayden said.

"It's probably a little hooligan who doesn't know where he came from, looking for valuables." One of the priests said.

Another priest looked at Arthur and shouted at him, "Hey! Get out of here, or I'll call the secret police!"

"Sorry, but I'm not a thief."

Arthur said apologetically.

"I'm really here to borrow something, and I'll return it when I'm done using it."

Hayden seemed to want to say something, but Arthur couldn't wait any longer. He turned around and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

Seeing his target, the priests around him felt a little helpless for a moment.

I thought to myself where did Lengtouqing come from, I don't even know the origin of this sword?
There were millions if not hundreds of thousands of people who came to the church to try to draw the sword, and none of them could move the sword an inch.

They shook their heads helplessly, and then prepared to quickly transfer the things in their hands.

Hayden's brows gradually relaxed, and he felt a little helpless.

"You can't pull that thing out, boy, that's"

At this point, his voice froze instantly.

The priests who were about to leave seemed to have noticed something and looked at Hayden.

His eyes were open, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was full of horror.

The priests looked at the high platform inside the church with some doubts, and their pupils shrank slightly.

Although there was some resistance, the holy sword that had never been pulled out by nearly a million people, at this moment, unexpectedly began to move outward slowly, gradually revealing the whole picture when the envoy brought it back then.
Their breathing was slightly stagnant.

But when Arthur was about to pull out the sword completely, he couldn't pull it out again.

The priests watching all this kept their mouths wide open and their eyes staring. .

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

And at this moment, a familiar voice came from beside his ear.

"Are you really ready to accept this fate?"

In front of Arthur, Shaar's figure slowly appeared, still wearing the white, spotless magic robe, and the white mid-length hair, with quiet and deep eyes.

Beside him, the figure of a huge hero also slowly appeared.

"Teacher! Sonny!" Arthur said in surprise.

But suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and looked at the sword in the stone in his hand.

At this moment, he finally noticed the words written on it.

"The one who pulls out this sword will be the emperor of all Britannia."

Arthur remembered the last time Shaar said goodbye to him.

He said that as long as he came to Baal Cathedral, he would know all the answers.

Isabel has said something similar.

He thought of Shaar's teaching and guidance to him in the past few years.

Everything seemed to be gradually connected in his mind.

He looked at Shaar a little helplessly.

"If you want to change this country, if you pull out this sword, you will have the capital to change this country."

Char stared at Arthur.

"Your name is Arthur Britannia.

And your father was the late Emperor Moria Britannia.

Your sister is the current emperor, Isabel Britannia.

You have the most legitimate line of succession in all of Britannia.

And this sword can also give you the recognition of divine right. "

"Isabel and Alicia are my older sisters." Arthur murmured in a daze, "You told me when you picked me up from the orphanage that I have three older sisters who are still alive."

Char's words continued.

"You have all the jurisprudence to be the supreme ruler of this country.

As long as you want, you can be above ten thousand people at any time.

but"

His words paused.

"Fate... has always been cruel.

Also as Hart taught you.

When you gain something, you actually lose something.

In the future, your ending may not be happy. "

Shaar stared at Arthur with an unknown depth in his dark eyes.

"You still have a chance now.

Is it really decided to accept this fate. "

Arthur looked at the hilt in his hand, he did not let go, but fell silent.

he asked after a moment.

"In the future, have I successfully changed this country?"

Shaar smiled, and he nodded, "Yes."

After a pause, he continued to ask.

"Have the slums disappeared?

Have the people at the bottom gained the dignity they deserve? "

"These aren't things that can change overnight, though."

Xiaya's words paused, and his eyes flickered.

"You'll build a solid foundation for all of this."

"In that case, that's enough."

This young man with short fiery red hair and gentle green eyes as clear as the sky showed a firm smile to his mentor.

This smile is so sincere and gentle.

His answer is also so simple and serious.

Since the people will get the dignity they deserve because of him in the future.

Then the unhappy ending may only be for him alone.

That being the case.
that's enough.

Xia Ya's eyes turned, and time also began to flow at this moment.

The eyes of the priests behind them gradually became clear, under their horrified eyes.

The boy pulled out the holy sword without any hesitation!

The ruler of Britannia is born at this moment!
(End of this chapter)