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"Not perfect enough" is not very far from London, the capital of England. Melin looked at Joan of Arc. If he wanted to achieve perfection, a certain sign was the most important.

"Youfeng, is that your thing?" asked Melin, pointing to the sword in Joan of Arc's hand.

Originally, she wanted to do it herself, but no one was more familiar with the sword than her, but before she started, she found that the power surrounding it was not just ordinary weapons, which made Meilin subconsciously think of Youfeng.

He was very concerned about Joan of Arc and even put his treasures there.

"It's mine" swept over the [Purple Moon Burial Song] that had been placed with Joan of Arc, and the light wind was also revealed.

"I don't need to say what I want to look like."

"If you don't say it, I almost forgot." The red sword suddenly changed in shape.

The form originally used for Joan of Arc is more inclined toward a thin sword, but the blade becomes wider under the change. The gem-like blue hilt and the cold light on the sword body make people feel the bitter cold.

What impressed me most was that the words engraved on the bottom of the blade were not common words in mainland China, but were more similar to those of the previous words surrounding the French military camp.

"This is..." The changing sword made Joan of Arc ask in confusion. She was used to using that form, but suddenly changed it still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sword in the Stone is also called the Sword of Selection. Of course, it is just a form." Youfeng said with a smile. Although I don't know how many people still remember the appearance of the Stone in the Sword, it's always right after the changes.

Those Celtic families with a long history should still remember the appearance of the sword in Shi Zhong, and maybe even the paintings of Liya.

As for ordinary people, I probably still remember the legend of King Arthur. The real history was erased by the Normans, let alone the appearance of Tilia and the sword in the stone.

"It's almost here, you have to stand firm." From a distance, a city is looming. London, the capital of England, is near, and Melin said with a mouth raised, and it's time for her to show it.

In London, all the people were looking at the huge creatures slowly flying through the sky, causing the heat waves that made people unconsciously wipe the sweat from the shed.

Not only ordinary people, but some of the magic envoys hidden in London also looked at the sky solemnly. Unlike ordinary people, they could see that this was the product of magic.

But... there are only a handful of magic tricks that can do this in the world. Whether or not they can break through single digits is a question. Who came to London in this way?

A huge shadow covered the ground, unconsciously attracting everyone's eyes. The shadow of the red dragon became more and more blurred in sight, as if it turned into a burning flame.

Not only in front of London, the red dragon that turned into flames seemed to appear in various parts of the country. Just look up and you can see the flame burning in the sky.

In the flames, blurry images are introduced into the eyes.

A square stone was inserted with a sharp long sword with mysterious words on it, with a blue hilt and a brilliant golden handguard, which was plain and luxurious.

Around the stone, the golden words are written, "Whoever can draw this sword from the stone platform, and was born in England, is the king of the whole territory of England."

Ten respected knights kept guarding this sword and did not allow anyone to approach until one day, a large number of knights gathered and tried to draw the sword one by one.

No one could successfully pull the sword out, and the knights who tried returned disappointed, and even the ten knights who were initially guarding were about to leave the sword, because no one could pull it out.

While everyone was about to give up, a blonde boy walked up to the rock and easily pulled his sword out of the stone, causing a loud shock.

The boy in the image did not move, but before he knew it, more and more people gathered around him.

Melin, a great magician who was wearing a black robe and didn't know his appearance, was like a fairy, a purple-haired "Gnevre" and a sharp knight, Lancelot, Gowen, Bedevier, Gareth, Galahad... countless knights who didn't know their names but left their marks.

Slowly, all the knights' shadows blurred again and turned into burning flames again. Only the three people in the front became more and more solid in the flames.

Melin, wearing a black robe and unable to see clearly, had a faint wind with purple hair, and Joan of Arc holding a sword in the stone.

The flame floating above the sky suddenly fell, and the flame seen in England disappeared instantly. In front of the city of London, thousands of high troops appeared.

"In this way, the whole of England, and even Britain, will know about it." Youfeng said slowly when he landed on the ground.

"Of course, we could have set up nodes in those places a few days ago. This scene will be seen throughout England. After a few days of spread, it will naturally become more and more widespread." Putting away the wand, Melin said confidently.

"hehe……"

"..." The strange laughter made Meilin tremble. No matter how you look at Youfeng, she doesn't look happy.

"Who asked you to print my image! Your reputation was ruined!" You Feng said in a tangled manner with black lines hanging on his forehead.

I didn't know that he was the one in history. I knew about this in England... I just hope they won't guess it without any trouble.

Otherwise, his reputation in the world would be completely over, and he would not want to hear people say when he comes back in the future.

[Look, that is the ancestor of Western magic, and he is also a homosexual, love, and perverted person who married King Arthur]

"Qi, you still have a reputation." Meilin said disdainfully, and this is the effect she wants.

"...I won't bother you this time" forced the resentment in my heart. After all, this time I rely on Meilin's help.

"The next is the last battle. As long as you win, real peace will come!" After landing for a while, the commanders of each part also shouted loudly.

The soldiers who had given a prompt before recovered quickly, and the loud roar suddenly resounded through the sky, and even the distant city of London was clearly audible.

"Let me help you open the last barrier"

The pure white double-layer butterfly wings were spread out, and the same color bow and arrow also appeared in Youfeng's hands. He looked at the city gate in the distance and said, let you relieve the resentment.

When his fingers were loosened, the pure white arrow broke out of the string, leaving a white mark in the air and accurately hit the city gate.

The blasting explosion, the solid city gate built specifically for the capital was shattered in an instant, and even the soldiers guarding the latter lost their lives.

"Nothing can stop us" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!