I made up myths in America

Chapter 113 Whoever pulls out the sword from the stone will be king

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This sentence alone contains a lot of information!!

The senior British officials present looked at each other, took a deep breath, and looked down impatiently.

The owner of this notebook, Father Enrique Pucci, tells an incredible story in a calm tone.

The protagonist of the story is not him, but his best friend Dio Brando who grew up with him.

The two of them were raised by Father Alexander Anderson along with other children.

Since childhood, they both knew that they were different from other children.

Not only does he never get sick, but he also has sharp eyes and ears, agile body, and immense strength.

When they asked Father Anderson why this happened, Father Anderson stroked the cross and said with a pious look on his face that this was God's favor to them.

"Dio never believed in these words, nor did he believe in God. So one day, while Father Anderson was out, he sneaked into the priest's room and found out the origins of our life."

"It turns out we are all descendants of members of the Thirteenth Division of the Vatican. Over a hundred years ago, due to erroneous intelligence provided by the Pope, the Thirteenth Division fought a fierce battle with the Vampire King Acardo in London. They suffered heavy losses, leaving only Father Anderson as the only survivor. No, there should be two."

Hiss, that’s cruel enough.

I saw that the former Pope even betrayed the extraordinary people under his command, and almost killed them all with one move.

The British officials in the conference room looked at each other, already sensing that the story was not going to turn out well.

Sure enough, Father Enrique Pucci wrote in his diary:

"And even now, the descendants of the Thirteen Divisions of the Vatican are still being secretly hunted by the Roman Catholic Church. We are the orphans that Father Anderson finally found. After learning about this, Dio told me that he decided to leave here and try his luck in the outside world."

"And when I saw him again, it was thirty-seven years later. He hadn't changed at all from his youth, his golden hair as bright and dazzling as the sun. And I, although aging much slower than other ordinary people, eventually became a middle-aged priest who did nothing all day."

When the diary turned to this part, Rishi Sunak, who often watched Hollywood blockbusters in his youth, had already guessed the ending of the story.

It is very likely that Father Enrique Pucci fought a great battle with his best friend who had turned into a vampire, and finally sealed Dio Brando under Westminster Abbey. Until tonight, because of their construction work underground in London, this vampire and his minions were revived again.

But Enrique Pucci's next words told everyone that things were not that simple.

Even the content that followed made the pupils of all the British officials present dilate instantly and their breathing quicken.

It read: "Dio told me that he has found an ancient power in Egypt that is powerful enough to overthrow the Roman Catholic Church. However, to be on the safe side, he decided to sacrifice the entire London to awaken Acardo who is sleeping in the London underground and devour the power of the Vampire King."

Prime Minister Rishi Sunak: “???”

Other ministers: “???”

The conference room suddenly became eerily quiet.

Rishi Sunak's face turned pale.

He clicked the mouse with a trembling hand, wanting to turn to the next page of the diary, but the most crucial content at the back of the diary was gone just like that?

Swish--

All of a sudden, the eyes of all the British officials in the conference room fell on the BPRD agent standing beside them, with extremely unfriendly expressions.

"Well, Your Excellency the Prime Minister, ministers."

The agent suddenly felt a surge of pressure and wiped the sweat off his face. "Because the diary was kept in such poor condition, much of the writing is blurred. These are the contents we've obtained after having cultural relic restoration experts restore it."

"Those that were more severely damaged will need time to repair."

"How long will it take??!"

Rishi Sunak asked, frowning.

"The specific time cannot be determined at the moment, but we will definitely do our best."

"enough."

This kind of official rhetoric would be fine under normal circumstances, but now the situation is urgent and Rishi Sunak is in no mood to listen to it.

He waved his hand impatiently and said in an unquestionable tone, "Mobilize all your manpower and resources to repair this diary as quickly as possible."

"besides."

As he spoke, the Indian Prime Minister stood up, looked around at the officials who often contradicted him, took a deep breath and said:
"I think London should immediately enter a level one war alert and inform our king and people that war is likely to come."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

The British Parliament, which usually holds meetings for hours for even the smallest matters, passed this bill at top speed. Some officials even wanted to flee immediately.

After all, the contents they have seen in the diary are enough to kill them.

Dio Brando, who is full of confidence and believes he can overthrow the Roman Catholic Church, and the Vampire King who may still be sleeping under London.
Just thinking about this made the British officials present feel their scalps tingle. They didn't know how they could survive until now safely.

And just when Rishi Sunak called to arrange these things.

The Egyptian Wing of the British Museum, which is said to have the largest collection.

Harry, who was on night shift, had just changed shifts with his colleagues when he saw on the surveillance camera a group of black bats breaking through the glass and rushing in, taking away the museum's treasure, "Yani's Book of the Dead".

They were so scared that they quickly called the police.

Soon, police from Scotland Yard arrived.

After confirming that the incident was related to those vampires, it was reported to the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense.

The BPRD agents immediately reported it to the cabinet and parliament.

"call"

Rishi Sunak, who hadn't rested all night, looked up at the sky and said weakly:

"Please help me contact some history professors who study ancient Egypt. I want to know everything related to the Book of the Dead of Yani."

"Also, has Father Enrique Pucci's diary been restored?"

"Not yet, Your Excellency Rishi Sunak, but the BPRD just sent me a message saying that Miss Emma claimed to have heard nature's warnings that a powerful and evil aura was spreading across this land, so she decided to plant trees. This has already been approved by the royal family."

"Hah, what??!"

Rishi Sunak stood up with some confusion and took the tablet from his assistant.

The picture shows none other than Hyde Park in the heart of London.

This is one of the largest royal parks in the UK. It was once the hunting ground of Henry VIII. The park has the famous Lake Serpenyan and the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain.
However, at this time, Rishi Sunak and many members of the British royal family who had come to the park in person did not focus on the beautiful scenery, but looked at the red-haired girl kneeling on the lawn not far away.

Under the silent gaze of the crowd, Emma knelt on her knees, holding the ancient oak seed given to her by Grandpa Malfurion in her hand, carefully buried it in the soil bit by bit, and then hummed an ancient Celtic song softly.

"O whisperer beneath the silver apple branches—

Your fingers that spin moonlight,

To uncover the frost on the stones for the lost,
We make our covenant with blackberry and elderberry juice,
Please let this song pass through the seven loops of Modi
There you have it:
The bronze tree bears singing fruit,
The stream flows with the frozen sunset,
The warriors who died in battle are reborn in the dandelion fluff.
And the oldest spirits count the dreams of the living—"

As Emma's clear and beautiful singing voice rang out, countless birds flew down from the sky and landed on the surrounding branches or buildings.

Many squirrels jumped out of the jungle, and one of them landed on Emma's shoulder without any fear.
"Woof woof."

In the distance, stray cats and dogs seemed to have heard the call and ran over quickly.

All the animals were now surrounding Emma, ​​standing quietly without making any noise or noise.

This scene is as magical as something out of a fantasy movie.

Princess Charlotte, 10, who was following her mother, saw this scene and opened her eyes exaggeratedly wide, exclaiming: "Mom, is that red-haired sister the witch in the Disney movie?"

"Hush, Charlotte, keep your voice down."

Princess Kate put her index finger to her lips and made a gesture of silence to her.

At this moment, a green light emerged from the soil where the ancient oak seeds had just been buried.

This light filled with vitality was like a green bud in spring. From a tiny bit at the beginning to breaking out of the ground later, it seemed as if time had accelerated a thousand times for it. An extremely tall and sacred giant tree that soared into the clouds appeared in front of everyone, casting a bright green light full of the breath of nature.

The small animals around who were illuminated by the green light squinted their eyes and showed expressions of great enjoyment on their faces.

Princess Kate, who was also within the green light, suddenly covered her mouth with her hands in surprise, exclaimed softly, and looked at her husband beside her and said, "William, I feel like I'm recovering."

“I think so too.”

Prince William was just about to say that his body seemed to feel a lot more relaxed when suddenly, the London Stone placed not far away in the park, which was said to be the mysterious stone left by King Arthur when he pulled out the sword from the stone, also released a sacred and dazzling golden light under the shining green light.

The two lights reflected each other, creating a wonderful sight above Hyde Park.

In a vast golden wheat field, a stone platform with an extremely gorgeous sacred sword stuck in it stood there.

At this moment, someone looked up and muttered to himself in a dreamlike tone, reading out the inscription engraved on the blade of the gorgeous long sword in the picture.

"Whoever pulls the sword from the stone will be king."

(End of this chapter)