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Chapter 1123 The King Returns! The Mystery of the Tenth Metal

At the critical moment, a figure appeared like lightning in front of Tony.

Artoria gripped the holy sword "Excalibur" tightly with both hands, its dazzling golden light now unleashed to its fullest extent.

Raising the holy sword high above her head, Artoria roared and unleashed her magic.

"boom!"

Black lightning and magic collided.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, as the black destructive energy and magical energy clashed and annihilated each other, bursting out with intense flashes of light.

"Ugh!"

Artoria let out a muffled groan of uncontrollable pain, her petite body trembling violently, her hand instantly splitting open, blood flowing down the hilt of her sword.

The ground beneath her feet could not withstand the transmission of this terrifying force and instantly cracked and collapsed.

The holy sword emitted a mournful cry, and even the black lightning surrounding Artoria's body seemed to teeter on the brink of collapse.

The black, shimmering snakes, like a persistent, venomous wound, coiled around the sword, attempting to corrupt it.

Artoria's face appeared unusually pale under the interplay of golden light and black lightning, her arm muscles were stretched to their limit, and her bones groaned from the unbearable strain.

Although it seemed that Artoria would be swallowed by the darkness at any moment, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out every bit of magic power in her body without reservation, pouring it into the holy sword.

The brilliant golden light on the sword, though dimmed considerably by the frenzied impact of the black lightning, never completely extinguished.

Tony lay amidst the ruins, gazing up at the back of the Knight King who had shielded him from the black lightning with his petite frame, his face filled with unprecedented shock.

At this moment, Artoria, who was struggling to persevere, felt that every second was as long as an eternity.

The destructive energy not only eroded her power but also tried to penetrate her mind, awakening the deepest helplessness and regret within her—the mud of Camlann, the fall of the knights, the sting of betrayal… and finally, the sword that pierced her heart.

Is it over?
An idea uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

This time, I still couldn't protect what I wanted to protect.

Just as Artoria's will was about to be overwhelmed by pain and memories—

"Ho!"

A furious roar exploded beside her.

The next second, a crimson figure leaped into her field of vision.

It's Mordred!
Xiao Mo's knight armor was covered in the marks of battle and the filth of dark creatures.

Holding the knight's sword with both hands, Mordred concentrated her magic into the blade, unleashing a powerful torrent of magical energy.

Mordred gritted his teeth and poured all his magic into the sword.

A crimson energy that tore through space slashed fiercely at the black lightning that was oppressing Artoria.

"Break through! You bastard!"

"boom!"

The crimson magic and Barbatos's destructive black lightning, two completely different forces, collided head-on in an earth-shattering event.

Mordred's sword, imbued with all her will and power, severed the thick black lightning bolt in two, much to the astonishment of Tony and Artoria.

The dissipating dark energy, like a swarm of snakes without a head, scattered wildly in all directions, corroding the nearby ground and creating countless pits.

"Oh!"

The immense recoil propelled Mordred backward for over ten meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground before he finally managed to regain his balance after slamming into a wall.

After they stopped, Mordred was breathing heavily, and his sword-wielding arm trembled slightly.

Artoria, whose pressure had suddenly dissipated, stumbled and had to use her holy sword to support herself so she wouldn't fall.

She looked up in astonishment at Mordred, who had intervened at the crucial moment.

Mordred shook her slightly numb arm, slung the Clarent sword over her shoulder, deliberately turned her face away from Artoria, and said in an impatient and arrogant tone:

"Hey, I'm telling you, if you're not capable, don't cause trouble here. If you can't stop it, then get out of the way. If it weren't for Dad's sake, I wouldn't care if you get chopped to ashes."

Xiao Mo's tone remained sharp, as if her reckless attack just now was only done out of respect for her father.

However, Artoria did not harbor any resentment because of Mordred's words.

Instead, she looked at Mordred with an unusually complicated expression.

Artoria saw Mo deliberately avoiding her gaze, her slightly reddened ears, and her tense body lines despite her feigned ease.

She was somewhat touched.

Taking a deep breath, Artoria recalled the moments she had spent with Mordred after arriving at the farm.

On the surface, Mordred always sneered at her, spoke rudely to her, and even deliberately acted more affectionately with her father Peter in front of her, like a child vying for favor.

But she also saw another side of Mordred.

She had seen Mordred sweat profusely on the training field, mimicking Peter's fighting stance and training diligently.

She could sense that Xiao Mo, who had been given a new life, was confused about power and longed to "become like her father".

She also vaguely sensed the complex and unspeakable look hidden beneath Mordred's unruly gaze when he looked at her.

Perhaps Kamran's tragedy stemmed from misunderstanding, from a breakdown in communication, and from the cruel tricks of fate.

But here, in this new world, in this new family, everything seems to have a chance to be filled.

Artoria slowly straightened up and sheathed the holy sword.

She ignored Mordred's feigned sarcasm and took a few steps forward to stand in front of him.

Mordred tensed instantly, her eyes darting around. "W-What?! Want to fight?!"

Artoria looked at her, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"Thank you, Mordred."

Artoria's sincere words reached Mordred's ears clearly: "Thank you for your help just now."

Mordred was completely stunned when he heard King Arthur thank him, and Clarentt, whom he was carrying on his shoulder, almost slipped off.

She never expected King Arthur to show such an expression, one she had never seen before.

It seems I haven't seen it in my dreams either.

Xiao Mo opened her mouth, wanting to say something harsh to cover up her inner panic, but found herself lacking in vocabulary.

In the end, she could only awkwardly hum and turn her head away.

At the same time, in an instant, the blush from the base of her ears spread to her cheeks.

Artoria looked at her like this, raised her hand, as if to pat Mordred on the shoulder.

But in the end, her right hand gently landed on her breastplate, feeling the heart that had once been pierced but was now filled with strength again because of letting go.

Let Kamran's regrets remain in the past.

Artoria silently recited it in her heart.

The awkward, impulsive child in front of you, who will stand up for you in crucial moments, is the real Mordred.

the other side.

Gotham's battlefield had become a boiling furnace. Harry, Hermione, and Fleur's power armor was covered with dents and marks from burning energy.

The members of the "Padric Army," with the equipment given to them by Peter and their own superb magic, struggled to hold on amidst the dark storm unleashed by Barbatos.

However, due to Barbatos's overwhelming power, the spells and the energy weapons of the power armor, when bombarded on the evil god's body, often only caused slight ripples and were unlikely to cause any substantial damage.

On the ground, Professor Lupin continuously cast spells, reaping the swarms of Shadow Bats and Parademons.

Sirius Black, standing beside him, smashed the monster to pieces with a shattering spell while simultaneously complaining to his old friend:

"Seriously, Remus, have you ever seen anything like this? These monsters are uglier than Dementors and more troublesome than werewolves."

As Professor Lupin attacked, he said to Sirius, "If I were you, I wouldn't be distracted. Be careful not to get killed by these monsters."

Sirius shrugged and said with unusual confidence, "Of course not. I've finally figured out a new recipe and prepared a sumptuous dinner for Harry to try when he gets back... These monsters can't ruin my plans."

With a "whoosh," he used "Avada Kedavra" to kill a dark creature that pounced on him.

Just when the allied forces seemed to be bogged down in a war of attrition, and their offensive was gradually being suppressed by Barbatos's dark army.

Barbatos, seated atop the Tower of the Multiverse, suddenly turned his massive head toward an empty spot on the battlefield and let out an unbelievable, deep roar.

He sensed a completely different and powerful energy fluctuation that was forcibly tearing apart the dimensional barrier.

"what happened?"

Diana parried the attack of a Dark Diana and followed Barbatos's gaze.

Raven also sensed that familiar presence, and her heart began to race involuntarily: "Is it Father?"

As if to confirm her words, the empty space suddenly collapsed inward, forming a stable portal.

Immediately afterwards, three figures, bathed in an incomparably dazzling bright silver light, like gods stepping out of mythology, slowly stepped out.

Peter, along with Clark and Bruce, finally returned to the final battlefield.

Clark and Bruce were no longer covered by their previous tattered suits or bat armor, but by a seamless, bright silver suit of armor that seemed to be forged from flowing starlight.

The armor has smooth, powerful lines, with subtle silver light constantly flashing across its surface, exuding a boundless vitality that seems to dispel all darkness.

Peter, also dressed in bright silver armor like a silver Saint, looked around at everyone present. When he saw Tony Stark, Eve, Harry, and the others, his expression froze instantly.

(Bruce and Clark remodeled their suits using the tenth metal. Peter, who didn't have the habit of wearing suits, borrowed the design from his previous Saint Seiya life.)
How did these people from other worlds get here?

Who summoned them?

Peter, who was unaware of Horus, Mr. Excellence, and Project Steelbone, was immediately bewildered.

After recovering from the shock, Peter tried to find the new Father, Machima, among those present.

The mischievous child was not found.

Why isn't my new daughter here?

Where did she go?

A series of question marks appeared in Peter's mind.

After a moment, Peter came to his senses.

It seems I missed a lot of the plot while I was away.

Peter shook his head with a hint of regret.

He had previously fought Hawkman inside the furnace, but unexpectedly, Clark and Bruce, who had jumped into the bottom of the furnace, miraculously returned.

At the bottom of the abyss, where the furnace represents the end of all things, Clark and Blue, in absolute death, glimpsed the miracle of life.

Guided by the clear sparks, the two, with a will to live even in the face of death, touched the core of the furnace—the source of life and dreams that Barbatos had stolen, suppressed, and attempted to distort.

This force is the legendary Tenth Metal, the materialized crystallization of the most fundamental and powerful positive emotions and possibilities that constitute the multiverse.

The two, with their strong willpower, reawakened the sealed primal power and brought it out from the bottom of the furnace.

Having obtained the tenth metal, Peter easily suppressed and defeated Hawkman.

He then used the power given to him by his second sister from Death to open a portal and return to Earth.

The perspective shifts to Gotham.

Barbatos let out a furious roar upon seeing the three returning with the Tenth Metal.

He could clearly sense the power of the tenth metal contained in the armor worn by Peter and the other two.

"Destroy them! Crush them!"

The will of the evil god spread like a plague, and all the dark armies turned around like a tide, rushing madly toward Peter and his two companions who had just stepped out of the portal.

The clown dragon in the sky let out a series of maniacal laughs, and with powerful energy, it pounced down towards Peter, who was standing at the very front.

The clown dragon's claws instantly enveloped Peter.

Faced with this terrifying attack that would put any hero on high alert, Peter simply raised his arm, which was covered in bright silver armor.

Come on, let me show you Lao Tzu's "Personality Correction Fist".

Clenching his fist, Tenth Metal sensed his movement and responded instantly.

The bright silver metal seemed to possess a life of its own, flowing and coalescing on his fist, radiating a peculiar force field.

Just as the clown dragon's massive maw, filled with sharp teeth, was about to swallow him whole...

Peter moved with lightning speed, his fist, covered in the tenth metal, slamming into the clown dragon's nose.

"Oh!"

A dull thud was heard.

Peter's "Personality Correction Fist" directly struck the Clown Dragon, causing him to let out a painful wail.

The dragon was in pain, its eyes blazing with green flames, and a sharp claw swept across with the force to tear through space.

Peter twisted nimbly in mid-air, his Tenth Metal Armor granting him extraordinary mobility.

He not only dodged the claw attack, but also landed on the dragon's thick forearm.

Peter's fists, covered in flowing silver light, struck the dragon's relatively vulnerable neck and earlobes with a series of blows, left and right.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Each punch contained the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Accompanied by the natural suppression effect of the tenth metal on dark energy, the dragon's scales shattered, green energy blood splattered everywhere, and its massive body shook violently in the air, letting out a roar of shock and rage.

As Peter relentlessly beat the dragon, the tenth metal beneath his feet and in his hands began to writhe and deform like a living fluid.

Beneath his feet, metal rapidly stretched and shaped, forming a bright silver saddle with a retaining buckle that firmly locked the dragon's head.

In his hands, metal flowed out, transforming into several gleaming, incredibly strong reins, the other end of which was directly connected to the saddle.

Peter pulled hard on the reins, and the tenth metal transmitted his power, pulling the dragon up heavily.

As the tenth metal used by the Cosmic Forgers to create the universe, it not only contains the most primal life energy (Bruce and Clark's aging was restored by the tenth metal), but also has a powerful energy carrying capacity and can resist magical and physical attacks.

Moreover, it can change shape according to the user's wishes.

Peter is now using the transformative power of the Tenth Metal to create tools to tame the Clown Dragon as a horse.

Everyone was stunned by Peter's actions in taming the clown dragon.

(End of this chapter)