Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 908 The Last Battle

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"It's not perfect yet." It's not very far away from London, the capital of England. Meilin looked at Joan of Arc, and if she wants to be perfect, a certain symbol is the most important.

"Youfeng, is that yours?" Meilin asked, pointing to the sword in Joan's hand.

Originally, she wanted to do it herself, no one was more familiar with the sword than her, but before she did it, she realized that the power surrounding it was not just an ordinary weapon, which made Meilin subconsciously think of Youfeng.

She cared enough about Joan of Arc, and even put her treasures there.

"It's mine." After scanning the [Purple Moon Funeral Song] that had been kept at Joan's place, Youfeng also revealed it.

"I don't need to say what it looks like"

"If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot." Pointing a finger, the shape of the scarlet long sword changed immediately.

The shape originally used by Joan of Arc was more inclined to a rapier. After the change, the blade became wider, with a jewel-like blue hilt, and the cold light on the blade made people feel the bitter cold.

What impressed me the most was the text engraved on the bottom of the blade. It was not a common text in the mainland, but it was more similar to the text that surrounded the French barracks before.

"This is..." Joan asked suspiciously about the changing sword. She was used to that form, but she was not used to the sudden change.

"The sword in the stone is also known as the sword of choosing the king, of course it's just a form." Withdrawing his hand, You Feng said with a smile, although I don't know how many people still remember the appearance of the sword in the stone, but the change is always right.

Those Celtic families with a long history should still remember the appearance of the sword in the stone, and maybe even a painting of Leah.

As for ordinary people, they probably still remember the legend of King Arthur, and the real history has been erased by the Normans, not to mention the appearance of Liya and the sword in the stone.

"It's almost here, you have to stand firm." Looking from a distance, a city looms, and London, the capital of England, is close in front of you. Mei Lin said with a corner of her mouth, and it's time for her to show it soon.

In London, all the people looked at the giant slowly flying across the sky, and the heat wave caused made people wipe their sweat unconsciously.

Not only ordinary people, but some magicians hidden in London are also looking at the sky solemnly. Unlike ordinary people, they can see that this is a product of magic.

But... There are only a handful of magicians in the world who can achieve this step. Whether they can break through single digits is a question. Who came to London in this way.

A huge shadow enveloped the ground, unconsciously attracting everyone's attention. The shadow of the red dragon became more and more blurred in sight, as if it had turned into a burning flame.

Not only in front of the city of London, red dragons that turned into flames seem to appear in various parts of the country, as long as you look up, you can see the flames burning in the sky.

Amidst the flames, blurred images were introduced into the eyes.

A square stone with a sharp long sword written with mysterious words inserted on it, with a blue hilt and a golden gauntlet, is plain and luxurious.

Around the stone, it is written in gold letters: "Whoever can draw this sword from the stone platform, and is born in England, he is the king of all England."

Ten highly respected knights have been guarding the sword, not allowing anyone to approach it, until one day, a large number of knights gathered and tried to draw the sword one by one.

No one was able to pull out the sword successfully, and the knights who tried were disappointed. Even the first ten knights who guarded were about to leave the sword, because no one could pull it out.

When everyone was about to give up, a blond boy walked up to the rock and easily pulled the sword out of the rock, causing a loud shock.

In the image, the boy didn't move, but unknowingly, more and more people gathered around him.

Wearing a black robe, the great magician Merlin who doesn't know what she looks like, looks like a fairy, the purple-haired 'Gurneyvere', a sharp knight, Lancelot, Gawain, Bedivere, Gareth , Galahad... countless knights who don't know their names but left traces.

Slowly, the shadows of all the knights became blurred again, turning into burning flames again, only the images of the three at the front became more and more solid in the flames.

Mei Lin, who was wearing a black robe and couldn't see her face clearly, Youfeng with fluttering purple hair, and Joan of Arc holding the sword in the stone.

The flames floating in the sky suddenly fell, and the flames seen throughout England disappeared instantly. In front of the city of London, there was no living space, and thousands of high-spirited troops appeared.

"In this way, the whole of England, and even Great Britain will know," Youfeng said slowly after landing on the ground.

"Of course, you can set up nodes in those places a few days ago, and this scene will be seen in the whole of England. After a few days of spreading, it will naturally become more and more widespread." Putting away the wand, Meilin said confidently

"Ha ha……"

"..." The weird laughter made Mei Lin tremble, no matter how you looked at Youfeng, she didn't look happy.

"Who told you to print my image on it! Your reputation is completely ruined!" You Feng said with a tangled forehead covered in black lines.

There is no such thing as him in history, and the whole of England knows it like this... I just hope they won't just guess.

Otherwise, his reputation in the world would be completely ruined, and he didn't want to hear about it when he came back in the future.

[Look, that's the ancestor of Western magic, and also a homosexual pervert who married King Arthur]

"Qi, you still have a reputation." Turning her head, Mei Lin said disdainfully, this is what she wanted.

"...I don't care about you this time." Forcibly suppressing the resentment in my heart, no matter what, it was Meilin's help this time.

"Next is the final battle. As long as you win, real peace will come!" After landing for a while, the commanders of various departments also shouted loudly.

The soldiers who had given the reminder earlier also recovered quickly, and the roar suddenly resounded through the sky, and even the distant city of London could be heard clearly.

"Let me help you break through the last barrier"

The pure white double-layer butterfly wings spread out, and a bow and arrow of the same color also appeared in Youfeng's hands. Looking at the city gate in the distance, he said, let you relieve those grievances.

As soon as the finger was loosened, the pure white arrow shot out, leaving a white mark in the air and hitting the city gate accurately.

With a bang, the solid city gate specially built for the capital was shattered in an instant, and even the soldiers guarding behind lost their lives.

"There is nothing that can stop us"

(End of this chapter)