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Chapter 975 Father, you are King Arthur!
"Sawin?"

Upon hearing the name, Raven paused for a moment.

She remembered Wanda mentioning that Savin was a Druidic deity.

Shaking her head, Raven said to him, somewhat speechless, "I don't think the 21st century needs such an old-fashioned demon."

Savin ignored Raven's words and continued, "I felt it was necessary. My soul was trapped in the tomes, and then the tomes were brought here. Here, I sensed your power and learned that magic also exists in such an era."

As he spoke, a strange light shone in his eyes. "Although I don't know why you couldn't open the tome, couldn't recite those symbols, and summon me, I know that as long as I wait patiently, Halloween night will guarantee that I will be powerful enough to unleash myself."

"Indeed, magic exists in this era, and as long as magic exists, Savin will exist!"

He had barely finished speaking when he launched an attack on Raven.

A massive black vortex instantly engulfed Raven.

Seeing the opponent's fierce approach, Raven had no choice but to unleash her purplish-black magical energy to defend herself.

at the same time.

Mordred was shocked by Raven's sudden disappearance.

Before she could figure out what was happening, the three monsters attacked her.

The ghost writhed in the corner, hissing nauseatingly, its eerie green light locked onto little Mordred, who was breathing heavily.

The goblin's withered claws dug deep into the floor, its venomous gaze piercing her.

Pumpkin Head stood in the relatively spacious living room, and under the huge pumpkin lamp shade, two points of scarlet light shone on Xiao Mo.

Mordred even felt that they were two deep, swirling vortexes, as if connected to an abyss, with a chilling suction force emanating from them, pulling at the surrounding dust.

The air was as thick as solidified grease, carrying the stench of sulfur and decay.

Then the vortex on the pumpkin head mask suddenly accelerated its rotation.

Two invisible, immense suction forces suddenly erupted, like two giant hands from the void, fiercely grabbing at Mordred.

Little Mordred roared, forgetting the excruciating pain in his body, and pounced on Pumpkin Head like an arrow released from a bow.

She slammed the broken chair leg down hard.

Brin grinned maliciously, suddenly emerging from the shadows, his withered claws carrying a foul stench, aiming straight for Mo's back.

The ghost also moved, and the churning black mist suddenly condensed into a huge, semi-transparent ghost claw, reaching for Xiao Mo's head.

Xiao Mo's pupils contracted sharply, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over her.

She could even smell the stench of the goblin's claws and feel the bone-chilling cold of the ghostly claws.

At this critical moment!
"boom!!!"

A deep, muffled bang instantly drowned out all the roars, screams, and magical buzzes.

The heavy door to the living room, along with half of its frame, shattered and exploded inwards in an instant.

A violent gust of air, carrying wood chips and fragments, swept across the entire living room like shrapnel.

The smoke and dust were suddenly pushed outwards.

A figure appeared at the doorway, stepping through the broken door and billowing dust.

Peter appeared at the doorway, surrounded by an invisible, suffocating pressure, as if even the air itself had become heavy and solidified because of his arrival.

Peter's face was devoid of its usual gentleness; his eyes were sharp, instantly piercing through the pervasive smoke and chaos, landing precisely on little Mordred.

He was only gone out for a short while, and his house was almost demolished?

His youngest daughter was also injured!

"Leave my daughter"

Peter's voice was filled with boundless rage, "Get away!"

The three monsters—Pumpkin Head, Goblin, and Ghost—froze upon hearing Peter's voice.

The vortex spinning beneath the pumpkin lantern mask paused for a moment, the goblin's outstretched claws hovered in mid-air, and the ghostly claws formed by the spirits trembled slightly.

An absolute fear of a higher existence, stemming from a life-or-death instinct, gripped the hearts of these people instantly, like a cold, venomous snake.

Little Mordred was closest, and she clearly saw the almost tangible, all-consuming rage in Peter's eyes.

The flames burned away her fear, bringing her unparalleled sense of security, yet also causing her young soul to tremble.

"Father, King!"

Xiao Mo's voice was filled with unbelievable shock.

Peter did not respond to Mo.

His right hand slowly stretched out into the void in front of him.

The air is being distorted.

They were not pulled by the monster's suction, but tamed and reshaped by a purer force.

A golden ray, pure to the extreme, as if it had gathered all the brilliance of the stars at their birth, suddenly lit up in front of Peter's outstretched right fingertip.

The light was initially faint, but it quickly expanded and stretched.

The laws of space groaned and yielded around it.

A phantom image of a sword hilt, whose nobility and majesty defy description, materialized and quickly took shape.

"Clang!" A clear and long sound, as if a sword's cry came from the end of ancient times, resounded throughout the entire farm.

The sound was not harsh, but it carried a sacred power that cleansed the soul and washed away all filth.

The cold, decaying atmosphere and the smell of sulfur that permeated the living room were instantly dispelled and purified, just as snow meets the blazing sun.

The terrifying suction force on Mordred vanished abruptly, and she staggered backward, staring incredulously at the radiance gathering in her father's hand.

The sword hilt has completely solidified!

Ancient, heavy, covered with undecipherable and mysterious runes, its entire body is like cast gold of the purest gold, yet it flows with a starlight luster that transcends ordinary metals.

Peter's right hand, as if supporting the weight of the world, grasped the sacred hilt of the sword.

The instant Peter gripped the sword hilt.
"Boom!!!"

A blindingly bright, pure white beam of light suddenly shot into the sky from the end of the sword hilt.

The light tore through the roof of the farmhouse and pierced the dark Halloween night sky.

The entire farm seemed to be illuminated by the sacred sun at that moment.

At the center of the light, Peter's figure became blurred and sublime.

A towering beam of light surrounded Peter, emitting a deafening yet perfectly harmonious hum.

Then, to Little Mo's astonishment, she saw a crown made of pure light, so majestic and sacred as to be beyond description, slowly taking shape above Peter's head.

The crown's design is simple yet dignified, its clean lines conveying supreme authority.

Brilliant stars are born and vanish upon it, and the laws of the world flow endlessly within it.

The crown hovered above Peter's head, casting endless light and making him appear as if a god had descended to earth.

Father...King Arthur?!
Seeing everything before him, little Mordred's mind went blank, and his blood seemed to freeze.

The figure of Camelot, the Eternal King, from the Arthurian legend Peter had told her before, now inexplicably overlapped with her father, with whom she spent every day.

“No… Impossible…!”

The ghost let out a dying scream, and the black mist boiled and evaporated violently under the holy light.

"What...what kind of power is that?!"

The goblin collapsed to the ground, his heart completely overwhelmed by a deep-seated tremor.

What kind of monster is that?!

Peter, crowned and holding the hilt of a divinely forged sword, looked down coldly at the three monsters trembling in the holy light, like ants.

Then he slowly raised the hand that was holding the sword hilt.

An absolute will, originating from antiquity and judging all things, permeated through the raised hilt of the sword.

"Ex—!"

A syllable came out of Peter's mouth.

The very first sound caused the entire space to groan in unbearable agony.

The air was compressed by extreme force, producing a crackling and popping sound.

The space around the three monsters was instantly and completely imprisoned by an invisible force. They couldn't even move a finger and could only watch helplessly as the end of destruction came.

"calibur!"

The name of our oath will resound throughout the world!
"boom!!!"

What Peter swung down seemed to be the first light of the universe.

A torrent of light, pure to the extreme and containing the dual meanings of creation and destruction, erupted from in front of the Sword of Excalibur.

The all-consuming light quickly engulfed the three of them.

The three possessed monsters felt their vision being stripped away, their voices being silenced, and even their senses being melted away.

The torrent unleashed by Peter was like the first strike of a colossus that split the heavens and the earth, tearing through space and smoothing out time.

Wherever it passes, all matter, energy, and even concepts are decomposed and purified in absolute radiance.

The goblin, the ghost, and the pumpkin head—their twisted bodies and filthy energy, originating from the evil nature of the "immortals," didn't even have time to utter a final wail before they instantly vaporized in the torrent of light that purified all things.

The light stream did not stop; instead, carrying its remaining power, it swept fiercely across the wall at the far end of the living room, which had already been riddled with holes by Mordred and the monsters.

"boom!!!"

Then came a tooth-grinding sound, as if space itself had been forcibly erased.

To Mordred's astonishment, she saw the thick brick wall vanish in an instant.

Then the towering pillar of light slowly receded, and the phantom of the crown on Peter's head gradually dissipated.

Beyond the huge hole in the farmhouse roof, the Halloween night sky, seemingly clearer than before, was revealed once again.

The cold moonlight shone down, illuminating the mess in the living room and the shocking, massive fan-shaped annihilation band that stretched from the farmhouse to the distant forest.

Peter remained standing in the same spot, the Sword of Excalibur in his hand silently vanishing into thin air.

The crown of light on his head was nowhere to be seen, but he was still wearing that black jacket.

Soon, the majesty and holiness on Peter's face receded like the tide, leaving only deep weariness and a trace of barely perceptible bewilderment.

Did I just unleash Saber's "Curry Stick" in a fit of extreme rage?
(End of this chapter)