I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 646 History is indeed false

The dazzling light occupied everyone's sight.

However, although this light is dazzling, it is not dazzling.

Instead, it has a gentle feeling like the morning sun.

Soon, an extremely painful roar came from their ears.

The sound seemed to come from deep in the throat, painful and harsh.

But after about tens of seconds, the sound became weaker and weaker.

Soon, the light gradually dissipated.

When people gradually regain their sight.

The monster shrouded in black shadow has disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was the skeleton of a giant beast.

There is no flesh and blood on the body, but the skeleton is thicker than any other creature on earth.

There are still some dark shadows dancing on the bones, but they gradually disappear without a trace as time goes by.

And the skeleton of the giant beast slowly fell to one side, making a dull sound and causing smoke and dust to fly everywhere.

The whole place fell silent again.

People involuntarily shifted their attention to Arthur holding the sword.

Even those who were still running away had dispelled the panic in their hearts and diverted their attention because of the dazzling light just now.

His short fiery red hair was flying in the breeze, and the burning firelight reflected his handsome face.

He looks very young, but his eyes tell the story of the years he has experienced.

"What are you still doing?" Arthur's voice pulled Staly out of her daze.

He saw Arthur looking at him quietly, "Aren't you going to escape to a safe area?"

Starlie didn't answer. She even forgot that she could speak. She just looked at Arthur blankly.

Arthur shrugged, said nothing, and just walked slowly towards Gregson.

He came to Gregson.

He slowly raised his hand, and green light shone in his hand. Gregson felt that the injuries on his body gradually recovered, and even some of the broken bones were reattached on their own.

His somewhat difficult breathing began to become smoother again, and the pain in various parts of his body gradually subsided.

He sat up slowly, looked at Arthur in front of him, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"You, you, you are"

"I'm just an ordinary person passing by." Arthur smiled.

Arthur's words directly blocked all Gregson's words.

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know if it was appropriate and didn't dare to say it directly.

But those behind him didn't think as much as Gregson did.

"That's King Arthur!"

"It can't be wrong, that is Emperor Arthur!"

As soon as a person makes a sound, it is like a drop of oil falling on a clear lake, quickly spreading to the surroundings.

The sound of exchanges gradually started to sound.

"Historical records are indeed wrong. How could such a powerful and great being die!?"

"He faked his death. He has always been alive. The legend is true. Emperor Arthur's lifespan has been fixed since he pulled out the sword in the stone!"

People were obviously so excited that they even forgot about the current situation and escaped.

In other words, in the eyes of these people, there is no safer place than around Arthur.

He saved the people of Britannia from war, famine, plague and death, and now, he can also lead the Britannians to defeat these foreign monsters. Yes, at this moment, no one doubts that.

People who were originally panicked and at a loss all calmed down the moment Arthur appeared.

The nation and country need heroes.

And the legend Arthur created in this country is undoubtedly the most suitable for publicity.

The existence of a hero can increase the cohesion of the nation and the country.

Of course, the premise is that the hero has passed away.

Otherwise, there will be such a result.

Gregson had no doubt that if Arthur raised the holy sword in his hand and waved it, he could even directly replace the president and become the ruler of this country.

Of course it wouldn't be so easy in peacetime.

But this is a time of turmoil, and people across the country are in a state of panic and confusion.

People need a spiritual guide more.

Arthur did not explain or respond. He just looked at Gregson and continued to ask.

"When will the army come in?"

Gregson came to his senses and said quickly, "According to common sense, I should have come in at this time, but I was probably held back by something, so I never arrived."

"Boohoo!"

At this time, countless "meteors" streaked over the city, which were probably rockets fired from land-based forts near the imperial capital.

Countless rockets made beautiful arcs in the air, lighting up half of the sky and blooming on the other side of the city.

The fiery red flames lit up half of the night sky. A few seconds later, they heard the roar from the explosion of the artillery shell, and the earth was shaking violently.

Ashes from the fire floated in the air, and some even landed on Gregson's face.

Gregson looked into the distance with a solemn expression.

The buildings in the imperial capital have hundreds of years of history and culture, and as a financial center, there are also many high-rise buildings.

Each artillery bombing consumes less artillery shells, and the damage caused to the city by each bombing is irreparable loss.

But even so, the army still issued the order to bomb, which shows that the army encountered something difficult to deal with.

The enemy carried out this raid because they knew that this was the imperial capital and the capital of the country.

Therefore, the monsters sent may be stronger than those along the coast.

Gregson came back to his senses, looked at Arthur standing in front of him, and said with a heavy expression.

"sorry sir."

Arthur raised his eyebrows, "Why are you saying sorry?"

"You gave this city to us, but we failed to protect it."

Arthur was stunned for a moment, but then he shook his head in amusement, "When Mordred started the revolution, the city suffered no less damage than it does now."

Gregson frowned, not understanding what Arthur meant for a moment.

But then, he heard Arthur said.

"Although the cultural treasures left by history are important, people are always the most important."

Arthur looked towards the end of the street, where a group of ferocious monsters were slowly approaching.

"When I was in office, many Mayan civilization relics were excavated in Britannia. Their cultural buildings withstood the erosion of the years and were preserved, but the people disappeared in the vast river of history. Their Civilization also stopped continuing.

Civilization, after all, must use humans as its carrier to continue.

As long as people are alive, civilization will exist and cities will exist."

(End of this chapter)