My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 630 King Arthur

The tall stone statue sat quietly on the throne, carved with a crown and armor, and its facial features were clearly defined. Its empty eyes were staring straight at Sakpruit who had been put down.

——Arthur Pendragon!
This is the most legendary and great king of Great Britain. Even if it is just a carved stone statue, he has a majesty that is difficult to look directly at.

boom!
The braziers on both sides of the throne in front were lit. In the raging flames, Sakprut opened his eyes wide and watched the Prophet Moses turn around and walk towards the throne with a torch in his hand.

"Moses...you...what are you doing?!"

"Your Majesty, I am doing what I should do." The old man smiled and paused on the stone steps. He looked at the stone statue on the throne with his cloudy eyes. "Look... This great monarch will soon be reborn in front of us and continue his great cause."

Sakprut's face was filled with shock and anger. He wanted to struggle, but was pushed back onto the bed by Lancelot beside him.

"Your Majesty, you'd better not move."

"presumptuous!"

Sakpruit's pale face, originally due to blood loss, suddenly flushed with excitement and shame. "You let him be reborn, but where do you put me?!"

Lancelot smiled but did not answer. The old man above him chuckled, turned around and continued walking towards the statue.

"You are still His Majesty... But this time, you almost hurt your body, which is the imperial aura that you have cultivated with great difficulty."

"You...what on earth are you going to do?!"

One moment he wanted to resurrect King Arthur, and the next moment he said he was still His Majesty. This made Sackpruit suddenly feel confused.

At this time, the old man standing in front of the stone statue was wearing an old gray robe. He took out a crystal clear red crystal from his wide sleeves.

The round crystal was spread out in his palm, and then slowly passed it under the head of the statue.

"Your Majesty, you have awakened from your deep sleep. Continue your great work and regain power!"

As the old man's words echoed in the gloomy palace, on the velvet red silk bed, Sakpruit watched the crystal ball in the other's hand emit a faint red light.

The light was hazy, like water vapor, rising to the bottom of the mouth and nose of the stone statue, and gradually seeping into it.

A sigh suddenly sounded in the originally silent hall.

Sakpruit was completely stunned. This voice had appeared in his dreams countless times before, and then he made this great achievement.

Now, this voice is no longer confined to dreams, but actually appears in his ears.

How could he not be shocked?

"The great...Arthur..."

Sakpruit had been through a lot, so he quickly suppressed his fear and asked the statue above, "Am I not the man of destiny chosen by the Father? You told me this, why did they resurrect you? What does this mean?"

"Sakprut..."

The stone statue suddenly made a "click" sound, and its tall body, which had been motionless, suddenly moved. In Sakpruit's sight, it stood up, dragging countless fallen stone chips.

The tall stone statue was gray and black all over, and the carved features were hollow and lifeless. The heavy sound of every step struck Sakpruit's heart.

"I'm glad you asked me that. I've always wanted to stand in front of you and talk to you."

Boom!
Boom!
He walked with his feet carrying a lot of stone chips to the big bed where Sakpruit was lying. The sculpture of King Arthur looked down at him.

"Because, this means that I will replace you, stand on the earth again, and uphold the kingship. And you..."

The statue leaned down with a series of crackling sounds, and its huge face was almost at the tip of Sakpruit's nose.

"... and you almost destroyed this body. I had to take over before you became demented."

"Arthur!"

Sakpruit called out softly, then yelled at him with red eyes: "You lied to me, you are a devil, you said I was the man of destiny..."

"Destiny?" The statue of King Arthur chuckled and looked at the hysterical Sakpruit. It said in a mocking tone: "Who among those who can come to this world is not a person of destiny? Alexander of Macedonia, Caesar of Egypt, Hannibal of Carthage... They all have their own destiny, and your destiny... is to pave the way for my rebirth."

"No..." Sakpruit stared blankly at the tall and strange statue in front of him.

"Accept the reality, kid, this is your fate."

King Arthur's tone at this time was like that of a loving father, and his terrifying stone hand gently brushed Sackpruit's hair.

"What a nice body."

He murmured softly, then stood up: "Merlin, start."

Merlin?

Sakpruit opened his eyes wide and followed the gaze of the King Arthur statue, and his sight unexpectedly fell on the Prophet Moses.

The old man walked over from the throne with a smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to introduce myself once again. My name is Merlin Ambrosius, and I am King Arthur's best friend and mentor. I am sorry for deceiving you."

Merlin... the Great Mage...

Sakprut looked at them with almost despair, and the previous imperial aura disappeared instantly.

No...I don't want to die...

I finally lived the life I wanted... Why did it end up like this...

"Arthur...Merlin...give me one more chance..."

The old man shook his head and gestured to Lancelot without any emotion in his eyes. The latter walked to the head of the bed and fixed Sackpruit's head and neck.

"Let me go! Lancelot...you forgot that you swore an oath in front of me!"

"I'm sorry, when I swore the oath, I was thinking of Arthur, not you." Lancelot clamped the struggling Sackpruit's head tighter with his hands.

At this time, the old man, Merlin, once again took out the crystal ball in his hand and held it between the statue of King Arthur and Sackpruit.

next second.

The tall sculpture was covered in red light, and a breath was separated from its eye sockets, mouth and nose. It flew through the crystal ball and penetrated into Sakpruit's mouth and nose little by little.

The latter's eyes rolled back, and his body and limbs below the fixed head twitched and shook uncontrollably.

creaking——

The whole bed was shaking. Sakpruit's eyes rolled back and a tear as big as a bean slid down the corner of his eye and soaked onto the soft pillow.

In an instant, the breath that floated into his body completely disappeared, and his twitching body also stopped moving in an instant.

Lancelot let go of his hand and retreated to the side of the old man named Merlin. They both looked at the figure on the bed quietly and prayed silently in their hearts.

"Lancelot, my most trusted and loyal knight..."

At this moment, the figure on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he sat up, the bandage wrapped around his chest suddenly broke, revealing a scarlet scar.

However, the wound healed rapidly in the next moment. Sakpruit above had a solemn expression, and his calm eyes were filled with a frightening look all the time.

"How many brother knights are there?"

To be precise, the figure at this time is the legendary king - Arthur Pendragon.

"It's just me... Gawain... Bowes... Tristan... and Kay."

"Seven people were lost."

Arthur took the cloak handed to him by Merlin, put it on himself, and walked towards the highest throne, his fingers gently brushing over the sword in the lake.

"But it doesn't matter. As long as I'm here, they will be reborn."

He grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled it out of the water basin, and waved it towards the hall. The candlesticks on both sides of the hall lit up instantly.

Between the candlelight and the shadows, the outlines of seven people who had already passed away gradually emerged.

"Soon, you will serve me again, follow my footsteps and my sword, conquer this land, and restore the glory of the empire!"

The tall figure standing in front of the throne looked at the human figure between the light and shadow over there and spoke softly.

Soon after, the legendary monarch, accompanied by Lancelot and Merlin, set out to take over Ophiro and all the armies.

But right now, the first thing to do is to maintain stability.

Before that, Sakprut had suffered an unprecedented defeat at Harabitos of the Samians, and less than 30,000 of the 200,000 men had returned to Miranter and Analia.

Such a disastrous defeat was unprecedented and was spreading at a very fast speed in Europe and Europe, shocking more and more civilians and nobles.

Then, a mood of panic spread throughout the Sakprut Empire. After all, with such a disastrous defeat, the Eastern Seris army would surely take advantage of the situation and attack them. What would they do then?

Resist or surrender.

These two choices have been brewing in many people's minds for a long time.

The news spread southward. In Longcheng, located in the central part of the Satsuma Plateau, Caesar of the Egyptian Legion, upon hearing the disastrous defeat at the front, made a prompt decision to withdraw his troops from Longcheng. Even so, he was pursued by Lu Bu and others on his retreat. He was almost defeated by the enemy and was cut off from his horse by a halberd.

When they retreated to the border of Parthenia Province, they counted the number of people and found that there were less than 10,000 people left, and the morale of the entire army was even more depressed.

"Haha... 200,000 people..."

In the darkness of the night, Caesar stared at the swaying flames and laughed, and then his laughter became a little crazy.

"Two hundred and thirty thousand troops... I besieged the city of the Seris people for so long by myself... but you lost two hundred and thirty thousand troops to the enemy... Haha..."

When the war first broke out, Caesar thought that it would be a joke if the Seris could win the expedition.

However, during the period of actual fighting, he gradually realized how big the gap was between himself and the people of Seris, or the generals of Seris.

However, no one would be willing to accept the fact that 230,000 troops were gone just like that.

"The Eastern Seris people...are really good at fighting!"

He looked at the campfire and broke off a dry branch.

……

The same night extends to the northeast, and the stars in the sky slowly disappear into the night sky over time.

It's almost dawn.

In the military tent with the bonfire spreading across it, there was an occasional burning pain. In his mind, he could occasionally hear his shouts and the scenes of war and battle in front of him.

"Sakprut!"

Chariots and horses intertwined, and sword lights intertwined.

When the sword split the metal armor and blood splattered on his face, he regained consciousness and slowly woke up from his sleep.

Su Chen's eyelids trembled slightly, and he could feel a ray of light shining on his face. His body also felt tired and sore.

But he didn't want to get up at all.

The war has been over for seven days, but what Su Chen has to do every day is to collect and requisition food and herbs. He has not had a good rest in these seven days, and has not discussed the next war with the generals.

Orders were issued every day, using the name of Adal, the Emperor of Satsuma, to recruit doctors and various healing herbs from the surrounding Satsuma city-states in order to treat the wounded in the army.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

As soon as I regained consciousness, Wu Zixun handed me a hot, wet towel.

Su Chen hummed, took the towel and wiped his face, then got up from the simple bed. At this time, the sky outside was dark and not yet fully bright.

The dim light cast his shadow on the tent, and in this moment, Su Chen's words broke the silence.

"I have been busy these days and have not been to the wounded camp. How is the situation over there? Have the medicines requisitioned been distributed as needed?"

Distribution based on need means the severity of the injury is the standard.

"Your Majesty, everything is in order. There is a battle report just now. Wen Hou and his men have lifted the siege of Longcheng. The Prime Minister is coming here with the Yuezhou Army and the Shengnu people."

Wu Zixun squatted beside the wooden basin and washed it with a wet woolen cloth.

Su Chen got off the wooden couch, took the clothes beside him and put them on, and nodded after hearing what he said: "In this case, I am completely relieved."

"Your Majesty, you don't know that all the soldiers in the army praise you."

Seeing that the emperor seemed a little depressed, Wu Zixun quickly changed the subject and said something nice: "That day, your Majesty cut the barbarian emperor off his horse with one sword, which even amazed the barbarians on the grassland."

Su Chen smiled and waved his hand casually.

"My martial arts skills are inherited from my ancestors. If I can't even defeat a barbarian, it would be a joke to tell others. But then again, do you think I'm taking too many risks?"

"Naturally risk... no... no." Wu Zixun wanted to say 'natural risk', but after realizing it, he hurriedly shook his head and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is wise and powerful. Those barbarians are no match for your Majesty. I don't know how many people from the six foreign countries and the East China Sea barbarians have died under your Majesty's sword."

Su Chen laughed and cursed: "Flatterer!"

Immediately, he walked towards the rack with armor hanging on it, "Okay, put on the armor for me."

Wu Zixun put down what he was doing, walked forward to take off Su Chen's coat, and then tied up the armor parts one by one. When the cloak was tied around his shoulders and neck, Su Chen turned around, opened his cloak, and strode towards the curtain.

"Convey my order and summon all the generals to discuss the matter."

Outside the big tent, as the sky gradually brightened, piles of bonfires went out in the camp, leaving lingering smoke.

In the outer camp behind the military camp, which stretched for more than 20 miles, people were coming in and out, pushing carts back and forth. Large amounts of food and herbs were constantly being transported from all directions by Satsuma merchants.

Soon, the generals from various camps walked out of their tents, mounted their horses, and headed towards the central army tent.

(End of this chapter)