I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

Everyone is used to it.

This does not negate the nobility of the original group of people.

.......

【A vibrant city.】

【A newly established kingdom.】

Tens of thousands of faces full of hope.

[The young man lifted the god's head and swore an oath under the sun. The first kingdom on this earth was established!]

【At this moment, everyone cheered. 】

【This moment is etched in history.】

[At this moment, the horn of the changing era was blown.]

From this moment on, the people of this land no longer need to worry about the gods' erratic wrath, stirring up the sea with their divine power, and causing natural disasters.

[Because...he's here!!!]

[People are shouting a name—Shu Gana Sean! ]

【Gana is a surname.】

[Sean is a common male name, derived from the Old Irish word Seán.]

【It means the gift of Chaos (the world).】

【In this age before the Bible was taught, this was the greatest honor for a person.】

[The essential meaning is the same as that of St. Canaan.]

Countless fervent, yearning, and respectful gazes lingered, and the young man responded to this expectation and trust with a gentle smile.

[It wasn't until they returned to the simple palace for dinner that Arthur, now a young man, came to greet them.]

"Brother Shu, the kingdom was established, and the surrounding gods—Britan Danube, Olympus, Slavic, and Nordic—even the undisputed overlord across the sea—the Egyptian gods—were enraged."

"Allah, Allah."

[The young man waved his hands lazily and enjoyed his meal—boiled potatoes.]

(Don’t ask, if you’re asking, it’s the Type-Moon world. There are potatoes in Europe, and Saber ate them until she vomited.)]

"But Balor, the Fomorian God-King, has already declared that at sunset on the third sun, he will return to this land and bring down a calamity that will destroy everything. He is a God-King."

[The enemy is too powerful, Arthur is a little panicked. ]

"Don't talk about that over a meal, Arthur."

The young man savored every portion of food carefully and with great relish.

[In this land where the gods bring down natural disasters at will, food is extremely precious.]

"You should think about what kind of last name you want. What do you think of Rolisia? Not satisfied? Then Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon."

"Your fiefdom is in Britain, and Britain deserves this surname."

[The young man made the final decision.]

Arthur ignored the surname and repeated it seriously.

The young man, who seemed to have never been moved by food, waved his hands and said, "When the army comes, the general will lead the army to resist. When the flood comes, we will fill it with soil to bury it.

Arthur.

Things happen, there is no use panicking.

You need to calm down and deal with it rationally and wisely.

I can't always stand in front of you and shield you from everything, Arthur."

"Brother Shu, what are you doing..."

[The newly born Pendragon has a bad feeling.]

"I will eventually leave, and when the time comes, I'll entrust everything to you, my young son..."

The young man shook his head. "That little Scathach is no pushover. She might not be able to stop us from maintaining our legacy."

[Arthur also felt that the baby the young man adopted in an accident was unreliable.]

[They go into the water to catch turtles, and lift tiles from above. They are so naughty that even Yemen, the most patient among them, is troubled by them.]

【but…..】

[What I cannot accept even more is your departure, my king.]

[Arthur knelt on one knee at this moment, one hand on his heart, and bowed his head as if taking an oath, as if in praise.]

"You who will establish eternal glory in the past, present, and future... My king... you will be eternal."

[Until he watched Arthur leave.]

"But Arthur... I've always had a hunch..."

The young man stood up, looked at the excited and joyful subjects outside the palace, and sighed, "I don't belong here... I will eventually leave."

.......

The world is quiet.

No one was shocked to learn that Arthur was actually Pendragon, King Arthur's first ancestor and the king who would reign over Britain.

Instead, he looked at the young man with some sadness.

Ghost wandering in the world, where can you find peace?

.........

Britain.

[A mighty volcano rises from the earth. It is Balor, the Fomorian God-King, returning to the earth.]

Everyone was excited and laughing wildly. Even the world-famous demigod Anchises was dancing on the volcano.

(It’s just a rotation, but Westerners are also barbarians.)

【Oh, God King.】

[Even the king of the weaker gods.]

[That is also the overlord who reigns supreme on earth.]

[In this vast ancient land, he is also one of the rulers.]

【today.】

[Fell by their swords.]

[“Hahaha, after all, it’s still up to me to guide the Celtic God King, the Sun God, Lug Mac Esoron, to take action.

"My wisdom is as precious as the world's treasure."

[The little guy raised his eyebrows proudly.]

[The strong young man next to him was dissatisfied.]

"Bullshit! It was clearly my iron-clad physique that blocked the Divine King's sharp edge."

"Then what about my divine bow that can even shoot down the sun?"

"Stop blowing! Be careful, the sun god Luger hasn't left yet."

"Get lost."

The young men laughed and joked, finally looking enthusiastically at the figure wiping the sword, their eyes burning with fire.

[“My king, who will be your next target?”]

【Now they are convinced.】

[As long as you follow the king who shines like the stars, you will surely realize your great wish of expelling all gods.]

【On the hill.】

After an indeterminate amount of time had passed since the King's gaze had been fixed on him, he turned back and smiled at the wounded yet spirited knights.

"Next one."

"Then let's go with Avalon."

"It's been so many years, it's time to fulfill the promise we made."

[Most of the young people, who were already married and had established careers, were stunned for a moment, then their faces flushed.]

"Really? Really, King? Are we going to attack Avalon this time?"

"No way, King, aren't you talking about Vivian, the leader of the fairies of Lake Avalon, and you... hehehe."

"Get lost! Do you think Tyronoe is worthy of bearing a child with the king? At least it has to be Tyronoe, the king of the fairies."

[“Hiss, that’s a figure almost on par with the goddess of creation.”]

[“No, isn’t there a big shot under your feet?”]

【The young people are having fun.】

Pendragon, who already had a child, looked at the king who had been fascinated by the starry sky since who knows when and who was like a brother and a father.

[Because you will eventually pass away, do you not want to leave behind offspring? ]

【My king.】

Where is your hometown?

....

reality.

Watching that fleeting image gradually fade away in the melodious music.

Many people suddenly exhaled and began to breathe heavily.

137. The End of the Age of Gods…A Song Unique to Humanity!

United Kingdom - Ireland.

"Is this how Britain was born?"

An Englishman was immersed in the magnificent mythological history books and was filled with excitement.

"Yes, that's how Britain was born, you bastard who stole Britain!"

next to.

The feeling was even deeper. The native stared at him intently, breathing heavily due to the emotion, and his eyes were red.

"Bullshit! We came from the mainland across the sea. We are subjects of the Eternal King and we respect King Arthur. Who are you calling a bastard?"

From now on, you can insult him, but you can't say he's not British.

The British man's eyes also turned red, and he punched him.

This is the time when everyone is being infected and emotions are at their most intense.

Many Irish and British people joined in subconsciously, using chairs and water pipes to fight him with red eyes. The riot gradually expanded and quickly spread to several blocks.

By the time the British police arrived, a bloody riot had already broken out, affecting nearly 100,000 people.

After all, the Irish were outnumbered and were completely at a disadvantage, with only dozens of people left struggling.

The British began to show off their power.

"A bunch of mudbloods, are you worthy enough to recognize King Arthur?"

"But we former slaves, oh, why didn't the Irish famine we created in the past starve you all to death?"

The Irish were furious and fought for their lives with red eyes, but soon fell one by one.

"We have been oppressed for thousands of years and driven out of our homeland..."

One of the last three, a red-haired young man with eyes that seemed to be burning with fire, stood under the statue of King Arthur and roared in Irish, a Celtic language.