—It is the King! It is the Knight!
—It is the Star Holy Sword!
—It is the Thirteen Constraints, the Star Weave Anchor Point, it is the Savior Light wielded by the King!
In Lancelot's eyes, she saw thirteen powerful shadows surrounding a round table.
Each had the strength to face a Pantheon alone, far surpassing the King of the End. Yet, before the King Arthur in front of them, they willingly swore allegiance.
Even among those shadows, she saw a position that should've been hers.
At this moment, her existence seemed to have been usurped.
She was no longer the Steel Goddess who revered battle and mastered martial arts.
But Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, truly swearing allegiance to King Arthur.
Divine power as strong as a prison, divine grace as vast as the ocean!
By absorbing Arthur's Divine Authority in this world, Aslan possessed Arthur's Spirit Status atop his existing Four-Digit Spirit Status.
Arthur's Spirit Status and Divine Authority merged, making Aslan's current Arthur Spirit Status a Heretic God under Celtic Mythology.
Lancelot's knees weakened. She instinctively wanted to kneel and swear allegiance to the King.
If she weren't just a shadow now, and her true origin was the rare Steel Goddess, the War God protecting Divine Ancestors, Hippolyta the Amazon Queen.
Lancelot was already distorted after her myth was usurped. Otherwise, she might truly have sworn allegiance.
She resisted her body's instincts, stood in place, and looked at Aslan.
"You're not the King of the End. Who are you really?"
"Hmm? King of the End?"
Aslan showed an understanding smile. He thought he might know what kind of world he was in.
He was initially worried about how to trigger a Historical Transformation Period to shake Christianity's Faith.
That's why he used Arthur's alternate identity. Ordered to cause trouble, how could he use his main account?
Exactly, Aslan felt the Halloween Queen was perfect to take the blame, so he went out causing trouble with Arthur's alternate identity.
And it must be said, this world was truly perfect for making trouble.
Aslan didn't even need to do much. Just observing this world would surely cause unimaginable chaos.
Imagine, Holy King Rama, Messiah Savior, White Horse Kalki, and Noah being the same person playing different roles in different mythologies.
Containing invincible Baal, Heracles, Great Demon Baal, Saint George… also one person. No, not just one person.
And many even shared alternate identities.
Anyway, Aslan didn't dare imagine; if this world was observed, who wouldn't be affected?
A more critical point was this world's Worldview.
This world's myths were created by human Ancient Sages to bind the Earth Spirit.
This was a worldview where Humans Create Gods.
If this possibility was confirmed, that'd be truly entertaining.
Almost all Gods in Little Garden would, without reason, be one rank below humans.
In such massive chaos, Aslan suspected even releasing Angra Mainyu might not attract the Gods' attention.
Aslan's desire to cause trouble thumped loudly in his heart.
"King of the End? I am King Arthur?"
Aslan looked at Lancelot with slight surprise. Since she saw his identity with Spirit Vision, what was there to question?
"On the contrary, you? The divinity in your body is rather complex."
Aslan thought for a moment. Lancelot's position in Avalon seemed still vacant.
"And your existence has been usurped."
"So, do you want me to help you become the true Lancelot?"
Compared to a bunch of rough men in Avalon, Aslan preferred a female Knight.
"Sorry, you're not the Lord we seek."
Lancelot shook her head slightly. The King they sought was the Savior wielding the Divine Sword of Salvation, eradicating many Devil Kings, the King of the End.
Not a standalone King Arthur.
"Guinevere, the plan failed. The one summoned is King Arthur, not our Lord."
Lancelot paused, speaking to Guinevere.
But Guinevere showed no awareness. She was still intoxicated by Aslan's aura.
She didn't want to wake from this beauty.
"Guinevere!"
Seeing her not react for a long time, Lancelot couldn't help shouting, wanting Guinevere to be more aware.
Only then did Guinevere snap out, reluctantly stepping down from Aslan, bowing slightly to him.
"Sorry, King, this servant was rude."
Aslan waved slightly, indicating he didn't mind.
It must be said, being hugged by Guinevere, who swore allegiance to Rama, gave Aslan a kind of NTR thrill.
Though it was someone else's desire.
Only then did Guinevere notice Lancelot, who seemed ignored after getting her King.
"Uncle, are you saying the King before us isn't the one we seek?"
Guinevere said with slight disbelief.
But that's impossible, right?
Every cell in her body, every sense, told her Aslan was the King she painstakingly sought for thousands of years.
"That's right. I'm indeed not the King of the End you seek."
Aslan didn't need to hide it. After all, one Heretic God and one Divine Ancestor weren't worth lying to.
"The King of the End is still sleeping."
"Instead, are you willing to follow me and help the King of the End break free?"
Honestly, the King of the End position intrigued Aslan.
It felt like if this Spirit Status was brought to Little Garden, it'd likely have potential to become Two-Digit.
And it was a Savior Spirit Status, like Kalki.
Of course, assuming this world's mythology wasn't created by humans.
"What do you mean by break free?"
Guinevere looked at him with slight confusion. She didn't quite understand what Aslan meant.
"What else could it mean?"
Aslan rolled his eyes speechlessly. He could only say Guinevere was truly unfortunate. Though she chased Rama for thousands of years, she forgot his name entirely and didn't notice his exhaustion.
The King of the End identity for Rama wasn't just a duty but endless torment. Each awakening was only to swing his sword.
Under daily repeated sword swings, he was too exhausted to keep fighting.
So, after his last sword swing fifteen hundred years ago, he chose to sleep until now.
He no longer wanted to fight.
"Just the literal meaning."
Hearing this, Guinevere opened her mouth, stunned.
"So, what's your choice?"
Guinevere seemed to realize why all her efforts to summon the King of the End over the years failed.
He didn't want to wake. So how could she disturb him?
And for some reason, Guinevere felt she had no feelings for the true King of the End.
Instead, she cared deeply for Aslan. As if she were truly his Queen.
"If what you say is true, then we're willing to follow you."
Guinevere bowed slightly to Aslan.
Lancelot seemed to want to say something, but seeing Guinevere's decision, she held back.
After all, she was only summoned to protect Guinevere.
"But what do you mean by the break free you mentioned?"
"It's simple, I will become the King of the End."
Aslan showed a confident smile.
To him, the Star Holy Sword wasn't incapable of acting as the Divine Sword of Salvation.
And if operated correctly, he might make this Arthur alternate identity a Three-Digit, glimpsing the Three-Digit realm early.
"Then, please sign a contract with this servant."
"Only by signing a contract can this servant fully trust you."
Guinevere looked into Aslan's sapphire blue eyes, held both his hands, and slowly pulled him toward her.
"This servant and Lancelot will swear allegiance to you from now on, but it's temporary, only until you truly do what you say."
"This servant and Uncle will be loyal to you forever, never betraying."
Aslan curved his lips, saying joyfully, "Fine."
After all, he was the one benefiting, just a matter of how much.
Gaining two loyal and pleasing subordinates while taking the King of the End position wasn't bad.
Taking and gaining, he felt no shame.
After all, Rama didn't want these things, so don't blame him for not holding back.
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Milan, on a bustling commercial street in Europe's most vibrant city.
A girl in an off-shoulder white Greek-style robe, with short pure white hair and a delicate face, walked barefoot on the pedestrian path.
Though her appearance was eye-catching, people around seemed not to notice her, hurriedly passing by.
The girl raised her head, revealing pitch-black eyes.
Sensing something, her eyes narrowed slightly, resembling snake eyes.
"So close, this servant's snake… ugh, gone again?"
Pallas Athena, ancient Earth Mother, sighed regretfully.
Mother of Heaven's Wisdom, Mother of Earth's Majesty, Lord of the Underworld's Sublimity. This was her essence, the most majestic trinitarian ancient Earth Mother Goddess.
And based on this majestic status, Athena was worshipped by ancient humans in various mythologies.
Metis, Medusa, Neith, Anat… all were alternate names from ancient times, also considered her avatars.
But many avatars had separated her essence to some extent.
This, in turn, caused Athena's Earth Mother essence to be destroyed by an ancient Steel God, turning into a Divine Artifact and lost on earth.
And that Divine Artifact, Athena called "Snake."
It was the key to regaining her complete Trinity and majestic status.
Sensing the connection between the snake and herself, Athena closed her eyes.
"Intermittent contact. Was it taken by some fools?"
"Hmm? Why does this servant feel a stronger pull? It's like my snake."
"That direction? Is it Britannia?"
Athena raised her head, opened her eyes, and looked toward England.
There, she sensed the aura of Gorgon.