Chapter 303 Holy Lance, weigh anchor!
Such a sudden scene almost caused everyone to shut down on the spot.

Shouldn't that be a stupid mud who can only play some clever tricks?

Why did he sit on the throne?
Why does the goddess statue behave like this?

The answer was actually very obvious, so obvious that even the soldiers far away from Camelot had figured it out so clearly that they dared not take another step forward.

The weapon that was once held high also unconsciously lowered lower and lower until it fell completely to the ground.

The thing that this corrupt church feared the most has finally appeared before them.

Some cardinals wanted to raise their hands and ask who the other party was.

But when they wanted to open their mouths, they found that not only was their throat blocked, they could only make stupid hissing sounds, but they didn't even dare to raise their hands.

They are the least religious people in the entire New World, but interestingly, they are also the most afraid of faith.

Because they know very well what their actions mean.

Outright blasphemy and an indisputable felony
The king sitting high on the throne looks down at everyone below.

Everyone whose eyes swept across lowered their heads in fear.

"You say they are untouchables, the mud under your feet, objects that you can destroy and oppress at will. Then I want to ask you something."

The king's voice resounded throughout the hall. He was alone, but his voice was enough to make the entire church tremble.

At this moment, both the noble cardinal and the great demigod were sweating profusely and retreating backwards.

But the voice continued to sound without mercy:
"What are you to me then? A bug that can be crushed to death or filth in the sewer?"

No one dared to answer the king's question.

They all retreated tremblingly.

However, because they didn't dare to really run away, they didn't look like they were retreating. Instead, they looked like a group of rats forced into a corner.

Funny and ridiculous.

"Since I started to form the Round Table, I have been committed to creating an ideal country for mortals to live in. Your ancestors, no, including you, all know this. Even you are still parasitic on my country and my name."

"But you have used my dreams and my efforts as a source of amusement. You have insulted my people and desecrated my life!"

Thunder was born from the king's anger and exploded on the throne.

The sound seemed to come from both hell and heaven.

It's so frightening that it pierces your heart and lungs.

The crowd dared not resist any longer and knelt on the ground in fear.

However, because they were standing so close to each other, even kneeling down seemed extremely difficult and ridiculous.

The soldiers had already fallen to the ground as soon as the king opened his mouth, not daring to get up.

Such a scene finally made the king restrain his rage and instead sneer with extreme disdain.

"I didn't expect you to be so scared. Do you miss the past now? Do you really hope there is a law to protect you?"

"Have you felt how uncontrollably terrifying a superior being is?"

"You even dared to claim that you are the masters of all this before. Now, I ask you, whose masters are you? Whose masters are you qualified to be?"

Still no one dared to answer the king.

It was fear before, and it is even more fearful now.

Especially since they knew very well that anyone who dared to answer would be immediately executed for blasphemy.

Goering was constantly pushed forward by the people behind him.

He looked at his companions behind him in disbelief, and at the same time, with sweat all over his forehead, he looked at the Supreme One in front of him.

We just went up there together, and now you want me to die alone?!
Extremely shameless!
Goering was shocked by the meanness of his companions.

"You are nothing but a bunch of disgusting bugs calling yourself human."

The thunderous sound exploded again on the armrests of the throne.

This frightened the cardinals so much that they almost buried their heads in the ground.

But Goering suddenly saw a glimmer of hope in the midst of extreme fear.

That is, behind the king there is only the statue of the goddess but no goddess!
He is a king, but he has no God?

No, he is not a king, he is a mortal!
Amid everyone's disbelief and the king's indifference, Goering stood up tremblingly.

After swallowing hard, Goering touched his head to see if it was still on his body.

Very good, still here.

The corners of his mouth began to rise uncontrollably, because he felt that he had finally seized the opportunity.

Then, he became the only one present who dared to raise a finger towards the king.

"You are not the king!"

His voice shocked everyone.

How dare you?

And Goering, who was still alive, was extremely excited.

That’s right, that’s right, that’s it!

"You are just a mortal, yet you dare to call yourself a king and deceive the king's servants. You are the blasphemer, and you are the one who deserves death!"

In extreme excitement, Goering laughed crazily at his companions behind him:
"Hurry up, my brothers and sisters, look at him, look at him, how does he look like our king? He is just a mortal, the goddess doesn't even want to look at him!"

"Why don't you get up quickly and help me capture this sinner?"

Under Goering's leadership, those who really did not want to die stood up tentatively.

At the same time, all of their eyes were fixed on the towering statue of the goddess.

There is no goddess, no divine punishment.

so.
The corners of their mouths also began to rise.

They seemed to feel that they had grasped the truth.

Looking at his companions who all stood up, Goering laughed crazily.

He shouted to the king:
"You're still dead!"

Then, the door behind him opened.

The burning fire illuminated the open gate, and the soldiers and knights were confused.

An elf girl came out.

That's Lily Heather.

Seeing the appearance of such an elf, Goering, who had just been frightened, finally felt relieved.

He thought it was the goddess coming!

After casually tidying up his messy clothes, Golin pointed at the elf in front of him and said:
"And the blasphemer, arrest her as well, and then I will burn them both to death in front of everyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the greatest shock of Goering's life came.

Endless holy light burst out from the girl.

In the blink of an eye, the girl fell unconscious.

The goddess of storms stepped out from the glow.

She held the holy spear high in one hand and embraced the girl in the other.

He did not walk down from behind the king, but walked directly in front of the king.

The crowd that had just stood up fell to the ground again. They were so frightened by all this that they could not stand up.

The goddess holding the girl in one hand walked past the crowd that had collapsed to the ground, passed the empty round table, and returned to the place where she had been standing.

That is beside my king.

There was no excessive communication, just an eye contact.

The goddess put down the holy spear.

He spoke to the blasphemers in front of him the desperate words that had frightened countless people:

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."

Divine punishment tore apart everything in front of the round table.

Through the brooch and light curtain in front of the king, everyone was almost stunned as they watched this scene.

The majestic holy city was completely destroyed, and even the distant sea was directly cut apart by this devastating blow.

This corrupted place that belonged only to the clergy and possessed only the clergy was completely destroyed.

The weapon that had been ownerless until now was picked up by its master again.

　That’s all for today. I have a cold.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)