"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

With a screeching sonic boom from its rapid wings flapping into the air, Helga's pet, Bruce the Lower Pinnacle Owl, drew a thin cyan line in the sky and flew quickly towards the castle in the center of Patch City.

From its pair of powerful wings, except for the tip of the wings, which remains the original brown, the color of the feathers has completely changed to turquoise, which symbolizes the element of wind.

"Ouch, I'm tired of Lord Bruce!"

On the outskirts of the castle, it had slowed down, and with a twist of its head, it flew precisely to a room full of small solid wood furniture on the fourth floor of the castle.

This is a space that belongs to it, and as the favorite of the Baron's lord, our Lord Bruce's residence is naturally high.

It flapped its wings and elegantly sat down on a small chair specially designed for it on the table, taking a sip of the Scottish herbal tea that was always available on the table.

"That's right! Mr. Bruce can't get down to business! ”

It waved its cyan wings, and an orange-yellow feather that exuded the fluctuations of the pure earth element fell off the inside of the wing.

"This is the magic secret letter that Master Rayleigh handed over to his master by the 'Morton' Earth Elemental Order."

With its muttering, the feather quickly floated on its own, through the gap in the gate, towards where Helga was・・・・・・・

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"Complete the main body (the highest level task): Collect faith points and unlock all the functions of the 5 stages of the main god body. 4/5 of the year is currently complete. ”

"The fourth phase of the ontology is a new feature, and the task system has been opened."

"Start the task port. Forcibly insert the fate of this world and start reading. ”

"The current read progress is 0.000000・・・・・・001%."

"Warning. 80% of Reserve Faith Points have been consumed. ”

"Warning, 95% of Reserve Faith Points have been consumed."

"The Read Fate feature has been forcibly stopped."

“・・・・・”

The initial plane before Edward crossed. There's an old saying called Nozuonodie (If you don't die, you won't die. ）

When a series of bright green main god system prompt fonts flashed in front of his eyes, and appeared in front of our Edward's classmates, before he could react, the tens of thousands of faith points that he had worked so hard to accumulate during this time turned into floating clouds in the sky and dissipated.

Comrade Edward, who didn't listen to the warnings of our big light ball classmates, had nothing to do, and wanted to try a new function of the fourth stage of the main god, at this time he wanted to cry without tears.

The function of the fourth phase of the main god. It's called "Task System".

The name "mission system", at first glance, does not sound very lofty, and the protagonists of those web novels in the initial plane before Edward crossed over, it seems that each of the golden fingers on the body has such a standard function.

But in the real function of the main god, this ability involves extremely profound mysteries of the world. If you want to release a mission to an unknown world, you first have to know all the information about this world from the fate of this world (or the way of heaven) in every detail! That's right. It's all the information! Then, you have to judge which ones are actionable causes and effects from the fate information of this world! Simply put, in the memory of Edward II. Perhaps only in the myths and legends of the initial plane, I don't know if it is the real "Dao Ancestor Hongjun" who is in charge of the Heavenly Dao can do it!

However, the consumption of this "mission system" is too great! Edward looked speechlessly at the hint of the Lord God in front of him.

Tens of thousands of faith points. Before reading out a world, the forehead ・・・・・・ don't know how many decimal places after 1.

At the peak of the Lord God. How big is it? In order to support the reading of the fate information of the world experienced by so many reincarnators?

"Lord Edward!"

A cold voice sounded behind the door of the castle's study.

"I'm here. Come on in! ”

"What's the matter? Lancelot. ”

Edward put his mind down for a moment, and closed the large pale green floor-to-ceiling window of the study in front of him, allowing the dazzling sunlight through the silk curtains to shine into the dim study.

"Bruce has sent a message that all the official members of the four major spellcaster organizations will gather in Moulton in the coming year to prepare for a super-large magic experiment."

Lancelot's beautiful purple hair fluttered across Lancelot's forehead, and the girl was fully armed and serious.

It has been 3 days and nights since the battle of the Great Knight that shook the archipelago, and in these three days, she is fully integrated into this destined extraordinary team.

"In the coming year?"

In that case, the casters just can't interfere with my plans.

Edward pondered in his heart, raised his head, and just saw a trace of nervousness hidden in his eyes under the cold face of the purple-haired girl in front of him.

"Enough time!"

"Is Artoria ready?"

As Edward walked outside, he asked the knight who had been silently following him, and when he met the servants and guards along the way, he bowed respectfully to the Edward.

On both sides of the bright castle corridor along the road, under countless fantastical paintings of classical demonic heroes, the unique Kerrros orchid of the magical world is blooming vibrantly.

"Your Excellency, Lord and Uncle Black, you are ready!"

"Squeak!"

Seeing their arrival, the two elite guards of the upper body chain mail at the main entrance of the ancient castle hurriedly pushed open the steel main gate of the ancient castle in front of Edward engraved with countless Mithril defensive patterns.

In front of the Herbach family castle, the garden square, which originally had an obsidian statue fountain, has quietly turned into a huge school yard covered with obsidian.

On the school grounds, four hundred heavily armed knights rode flaming red Lancashire shire horses, and silver mount chain mail covered all the vital areas of the horses' bodies.

A slender knight's sword hung from his waist, and a huge knight's spear nearly three meters long was carried behind his back. It is worth mentioning that on the wrist of each knight's right hand, there is a bracelet engraved with the "Mobile Knights of the Holy Great Britain Empire Round Table" in the Marvel world.

Behind this group of heavily armed knights, six hundred high-ranking warriors in black iron heavy infantry armor, carrying huge black iron shields inscribed with the image of "The Shuttle Badger of the Earth - North", rode on relatively short but endurance Scottish horses.

This whole thousand people, enough for a strong army of a standard company, lined up in a neat line, exuding a huge atmosphere like a mountain and a mountain.

At the front of the procession, the blonde princess, dressed in azure knight's armor, rode a holy white shire horse with a confident face, and the purple cloak on her back fluttered in the air with the breeze.

Behind her, the old butler Blake rarely gave up his solemn tuxedo, and a heavy black iron full-body armor completely enveloped his huge body.

The burly Cassiso slung the huge two-handed sword on his back, his vigorous ****** wiping the glittering thin sword.

Godric wields a one-handed sword-style staff, a brown-haired maiden Rowena, and Parseltongue Salazar in a pure black robe.

With a jump, Edward and Lancelot each stepped onto the two Shire horses led by the servant, accompanied by a conspicuous "Da! "Da!" The sound of horses' hooves rushed towards the front of the group.

The blonde princess heard the horse's hooves and saw Edward running towards her, and the golden fur on her head swayed excitedly, and smiled brightly at Edward.

Lancelot, who had entered the procession, and Blake, the old butler, glanced at each other, and led their horses beside the old butler.

Everyone has returned to the team, and the blonde girl has drawn the red dragon sword at her waist!

"Gentlemen, march towards the city of the common lord!"

A bright voice enveloped everyone in the procession, and ****** waved his hand back at the right time, and the five flags of the Red Dragon's Head, which had been silent in the land of Wales for nearly twenty years, were hoisted high.

Under that glorious sun, a gear of fate that had changed direction finally began to turn again, and the fate of the English Islands, the Holy O'Barro Continent, and even this plane, this world, was about to throw unimaginable stormy waves・・・・・・

(To be continued.) )

PS: Last week's self-exam, if it weren't for the reminder from my classmates, I would have forgotten it. As a result, I sharpened the gun for a few days.,No update.,I said it in the book friend group.,Ten I'm sorry~~~ Again.,There's really no eunuch~~~.