Successors of all mankind

"What star core? What tunnel? I'm from the 2K era, the kind of era where you had to stick your phone in a rice jar to save it if it fell into water."

"I don't understand a single word you're using!"

Yu Le never imagined that after time-traveling, she could still find the feeling of studying advanced mathematics in college.

I recognized each character individually, but when put together, they became a bizarre and terrifying alien script!

After a brief silence, Pandora revealed a voice that sounded almost aggrieved for the first time:

"But, sir, this is what you requested..."

“I did ask, but you have to explain it in plain language.” Yu Le weighed the small crystal in his hand, a galaxy of light swirling between his fingers. “Just tell me, how big of a crater can this thing blast out?!”

Yu Le has given up trying to understand what this thing is; he just wants to know some relatively straightforward information.

"To put it simply, sir, if it were fully released, the energy it would release would be enough to accelerate the rock layers equivalent to two-thirds of the Eurasian continent to the second cosmic velocity in 0.3 seconds, completely freeing them from the gravitational pull of planets."

"This region includes the surface, continental shelf, continental slope and up to the Moho discontinuity, with a total area of ​​about 55 million square kilometers, an average thickness of 35 kilometers, and a total mass of about 50 trillion tons."

"So, this little crystal in your hand, if you wish, can turn a world map into a game of redrawing coastlines in one minute."

After listening, Yu Le stared at the little gadget in her hand in utter astonishment.

How could it be so exaggerated?

But a moment later, Yu Le said with a chill down his spine:

"Wait a minute, are there many more of these outrageous things scattered around the world, that could be accidentally triggered by some guy?"

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, sir. This is the only one of its kind. Otherwise, I wouldn't have recommended you come here."

"After all, this was an almost miraculous achievement for that great era."

Upon hearing that this thing was just a one-off, Yu Le immediately felt relieved.

Otherwise, he would really worry that one day he would see the world being destroyed while walking.

But as they walked, Yu Le couldn't help but ask again:

"But you said you could use him as a threat. Is it just a negotiation tactic, or do you actually have a way to provoke him?"

"It's just a scare tactic, sir. Extreme energy brings extreme stability, so it's very safe. You can even use it to crack walnuts! Or even use it as a jack!"

"Then let's forget about it..."

Using a nuclear bomb, which is even more powerful than a nuclear bomb, to crack walnuts? Ha, only a madman would do that!

But it was also during this time of great relaxation and enjoyment that...

A voice interrupted him.

"Constantine!!!"

The voice was filled with anger and resentment.

Yu Le suddenly turned around and saw the bearded knight he had met a few times standing disheveled on the hillside.

Stare intently at yourself!

A vast amount of spiritual energy was released at this moment.

A powerful knight who claimed to be able to hunt dragons solo stood before Yule.

Maltese is not Hudson; he doesn't put all his eggs in one basket. He always prepares more options for himself or his family.

Take, for example, Julius Martyr, who is neither going down with him nor staying in the fleet right now.

He was ordered by his father to go deep into the ruins when the site was being excavated.

He didn't understand this at first.

But when he saw the gunfire, he realized that he had been excluded by his father.

This made him rush back in utter shame and anger.

But just as they were about to return, they witnessed the destruction of the entire Martyrs fleet.

The figure standing proudly on the bridge, waving and sending the entire fleet crashing down, completely robbed him of the courage to fight.

However, it was at this moment that he saw Yu Le!

This Roman coward is hiding here unharmed.

But his father was nowhere to be found, and he still didn't know what had happened.

However, he was quite certain that if Justinian's successor was still alive while his own father was missing, it must mean that his father was dead!

He was not loved by his father, but as a son, he knew of his father's obsession with Byzantium and Justinian.

Since that's the case...

Julius Marty drew his sword at Yule and threw his gloves.

"Constantine! If you are still a knight, or if you still consider yourself a nobleman, then duel with me! A duel to the death!"

"That way, I can at least let you die with some dignity. Otherwise, don't blame me for humiliating your corpse and defiling your dignity!"

Why is this guy still here?

Yu Le was somewhat at a loss. He had just been able to defeat Malte because he had responded to the call of the dead, who had lent him their power.

He is the agent; the real power belongs to the dead.

But now, he really is just an ordinary person.

"Sir, please rest assured, I have already prepared a solution!"

The sudden activation of the divine mechanism in the banquet hall was all for this moment.

The purpose is to ensure that those who are meant to see it can see it.

A fiery arc of light pierced the sky, and the dragon riders descended from the heavens.

Amidst the swirling dust, Serena Windsor picked up the glove that had been left in front of Yu Le.

“Knight, Julis Marty. I, Serena Windsor, will fight in place of my master.”

Previously, she was Albion's 'tribess' and 'the last descendant of the House of Windsor'.

And now, she is a knight of pleasure!

Chapter 47: The Gains and Losses of Qingyue (3k)

“Serna Windsor? And... Salamander?!”

Julis Marty stared in disbelief at the female rider piloting the mecha before him.

Salamanders have not been seen by people for thousands of years.

However, he could still recognize what it was!

The Windsor family's prized possession, an extremely powerful mech rarely seen anywhere in the world.

The Maltese family tried every means to get it, but to no avail.

Not long ago, he still believed that his father and brother had planned everything for this divine machine.

Unexpectedly, this powerful sacred artifact, which had not been seen for a thousand years, was now standing in front of him as an enemy.

I can't win...

Hulis Marty lowered his head in disappointment.

However, he still put down his mask and walked down the hillside with his sword.

"I, the son of Marty, accept all of this!"

Although I don't understand why Josephine Windsor would acknowledge this Roman coward as her master.

But since she's fighting as a substitute knight, that makes perfect sense.

He has lost everything—his family, his glory, all gone.

The only thing that still belongs to him now is this knight identity that he once despised the most.

How ridiculous...

Standing in front of the Salamander, Julius Martyr suddenly felt a little dazed.

To his surprise, Sena Windsor actually left the powerful relic on her own initiative.

He drew his sword and stood alone in front of him.

"Have you gone mad?"

Faced with this situation, even Julius Martyr, who was an enemy, was stunned.

What's the difference between voluntarily abandoning the Divine Machine and voluntarily dropping your gun on the battlefield?

"That's all for the sake of fairness."

After saying this, Miss Windsor took off her mask.

She revealed her flawless and beautiful face.

"You...you're all better? You've broken the Windsor curse? It's you! Roman, it's you! No wonder, no wonder she was your knight..."

Although the Little Mustache Knight was never favored by his father, who considered him a fool, that was in comparison to Marty.

He's not stupid, he's just being compared to someone who seems a bit foolish.

So I saw that face and the moment of joy standing behind Windsor.

He then understood everything.

After giving Yu Le a deep look, Julius Martyr raised his sword and charged, the blade drawing an arc as it aimed straight for Miss Windsor's neck.

Miss Windsor slightly turned her body and narrowly avoided the attack.

This made Julius Marty stare wide-eyed in disbelief, not astonished that Miss Windsor had dodged.

Instead, they were taken aback that their psionic energy, which was attached to the sword, had been blocked by the other party in a completely illogical way.

Everyone's psychic abilities manifest differently. Some people are very versatile, while others are very strange. He is very straightforward and simple: he can attach himself to anything at will and become what he wants it to be.

Therefore, although his sword appears to be only this long, it can actually extend into an 'invisible longsword' of any desired length from the blade at any time.

Moreover, it is far sharper and more unstoppable than the sword itself.

He had just done the same thing, but... his attack was blocked without any hindrance, and the opponent simultaneously severed his wrist holding the sword.

With a clang, Julius Marty's sword fell to the ground along with his severed hand.

She has a better grasp of psychic energy than I do, and her swordsmanship is also superior to mine!

In a simple exchange, Julius Maltese understood the gap in skill.

However, he did not give up.

Instead, he roared and drew his short sword from his waist, thrusting it back at Miss Windsor behind him.

Miss Windsor's sword, however, pierced his chest diagonally, faster than he could.

It pierces through the shoulder and exits through the abdomen.

The battle was short and swift.

The game was so close that it was almost impossible to see clearly what was happening before the winner was decided.

This doesn't quite resemble a battle from a high-tech era; rather, it aligns with Yule's initial impression of knightly duels.

That's like Henry's sword fight in Kingdom Come: fierce but unpretentious and simple.

And they often end very quickly.

A master defeated his enemy and fell.

Looking at the longsword piercing through his body, Julius Marty made a few sounds before silently kneeling down.

After pulling his longsword from his corpse.

Miss Windsor took a deep breath and held the family heirloom sword, bestowed upon the first Duke of Windsor by the King of Glory.

They walked up to Yu Le, who seemed somewhat bewildered.

He then knelt on one knee and offered the sword with both hands.