The zombies all gathered at the end of the wide corridor, shivering under the aura of the samurai. However, they still looked greedily at their prey in the British exhibition hall.

The zombies are wide open. The sound of bloody eyes, open mouths, and trembling teeth is especially noticeable. The mind was constantly swinging, panting, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Dai Lan and the fat man didn't dare to act rashly. Watching the samurai's every move, I was a little confused about the situation. At this time, it's not okay to jump out of the window and run away, and it's not to stay where you are, it's really embarrassing.

The warrior of the Round Table in silver armor ignored the two of them at all, and even more disdainful of the zombies in the distance.

He looked up to see what the stars had calculated, then walked over to the huge sarcophagus and slowly knelt down. His forehead was almost on the ground, his hands were on the ground, and his mouth was full of words, and a series of unintelligible words floated through the air.

And the male lion, staring at his eyes, stepped on the dark clouds formed by the black air, and walked in mid-air, faithfully waiting by his master's side.

Two brass bell-like eyes shot green light.

This state of stalemate lasted for more than ten minutes, and at last the samurai raised his voice, making a tone similar to singing, and the tone was suffocated.

He slowly tucked the sword back into the scabbard dangling from his waist, then raised his hands above his head and spread his fingers. Sing aloud:

“Glorious－King－of－England，Eternal－Life！”

Dai Lan heard this sentence very truly, it turned out to be English with a thick Yorkshire accent: "Glorious King of England, eternal life!" ”

This chant is repeated over and over again, and it is actually layered on top of each other to form multiple voices in turn. A sense of sacredness fills the British Galleries and even wafts throughout the British Museum.

It seems that there is no mistake, lying inside the sarcophagus must be the greatest monarch in the history of England, the legendary god-like king, King Arthur!

Could it be that this morning's dream is a completely true prediction? Is this King Arthur really the only antidote to this end times?

However, Dai Lan was very confused in his heart, why did God choose to solve this zombie mystery by himself. He didn't know what was so different about him.

Although he has been in the orphanage for a long time, there is always a sense of superiority in Dai Lan's heart. And the sense of superiority similar to that of the aristocracy brought him great self-confidence and built the confidence to succeed.

But now, he felt the frustration deeply. fully understands that in front of the gods and fate of the heavens, he is an insignificant ant.

The wheel of history can easily crush him.

The chanting faded, followed by a few crunching noises from the huge sarcophagus. The crunch was followed by the sound of hinges twisting.

"Click-click-click-"

Metal drives the transmission and friction of stone. It was as if there was a huge bearing inside the sarcophagus, rotating slowly and hard. Mei let out a loud sound, and it all hit Dai Lan's heart hard.

The sound lasted only two minutes before it stopped, followed by a deathly silence.

The zombies in the hall began to spin around in place in frustration, their hands clutching at the back of their heads, their throats gurgling. Their eyes stared fearfully at the two sarcophagi in the hall.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, the top cover of the huge sarcophagus slid backwards until it was fully opened, falling to the ground and shattering.

After that, there was a deathly silence again.

The samurai of the round table remained in their original position, kneeling reverently on the ground with their hands raised in the air.

He raised his head, his eyes eagerly fixed on the coffin in front of him. At first he hesitated, his brows furrowed together. Immediately, a look flashed on his face. The corners of his mouth twitched, and even the wings of his nose began to tremble, and he kept swallowing saliva.

The samurai bit his lip tightly, constantly suppressing his excitement, and his eyes were beating with light.

“Power－Of－The－God！”

A low but majestic voice came from the sarcophagus, and a huge figure stood up leisurely.

The muscles on the face of the samurai of the round table trembled, tears began to pour out continuously, and his pale face suddenly turned red due to excitement.

Dai Lan clenched the blade of Thor with one hand, bent down, mobilized all the nerves in his body, and once the situation changed, he immediately rushed up to capture the thief and capture the king.

He stole a glance at the fat man, whose face turned purple, and sat on the ground with his mouth wide open, as if he was demented.

"What a piece of rubbish! When he really starts to do it, he has to find a way to take care of him. If he really doesn't open his mind, I can be considered benevolent and righteous. Dai Lan shook her head slightly.

In these last days, the first priority is to settle down. Without his life, it is all nonsense to say anything else. Unexpectedly, the survival of the fittest and natural selection advocated by Darwin actually happened to us human beings.

At this time, the black figure gradually became clear. It was elongated a little bit, and it was even taller than the samurai of the round table. Through the green light and shadow around him, his appearance can be clearly seen.

The man who stood up from the sarcophagus was a full two meters tall. Although he also wears silver armor, he is much more imposing than the Knights of the Round Table. The edges and corners of the armor were covered in gold, and they shone brightly.

It is crowned with an elaborate crown on top of its head, and on the front is three erected brackets of pure gold, forming a perfect arc. It is surrounded by silver ornaments and engraved with some fine patterns. At the top of the crown is a thick triangular structure, which seems to be a unique royal coat of arms of the period, similar to the cross of today.

Dai Lan looked at this crown and always felt that something was missing......

Underneath this crown is an old face.

Gray hair covered the cheeks on both sides. There are deep wrinkles carved on the forehead and face. But a pair of eyes are unusually bright, even better than the eyes of a lion in mid-air.

What surprised Dai Lan the most was the scar on the man's face.

It was a long scar that ran diagonally from the left underside of the eye through the high bridge of the nose to the right corner of the mouth. It penetrates deep into the skin and bones, and almost splits the bridge of the nose into two. It can be seen that it must have been on the battlefield that he received a fatal blow from the enemy. The thrill of the battle can still be felt today.

Dai Lan kind of understood why this statue of King Arthur in this huge sarcophagus was wearing a mask, which was actually to cover his scars.

The tall old man, standing majestically in the sarcophagus, scanned the surroundings. The corners of his mouth twitched, curling in an arc, and a hint of weirdness hung on his face.

He drew the long sword from his waist, and the tip of the sword slowly reached in front of the kneeling warrior on the ground......

When the fat man saw this, his heart was full of discouragement. It seems that after the resurrection of this old man, he will kill people and destroy his mouth. None of these people present could escape. Frightened, he let out a loud fart, and the six gods have no master.

Dai Lan glared at the fat man vigorously, with indescribable disgust in his heart.

"This idiot doesn't know anything about British culture! This is clearly the best reward for your subordinates! ”

The knight of the round table froze when he saw the old man's movements. His lips trembled, tears flowed down his face, and he was speechless with excitement.

The old man held the long sword, and the jet-black blade struck twice on the knight's left shoulder.

"Ding-ding-ding-"

Then he said a strange language to the knight, which made the knight reply very reverently and gratefully.

Dai Lan tried hard to find out what their conversation was about, but he didn't get the point. Listen to the rhythm and tone of their language, much like Scottish English, but not English words. It seems that the samurai of the round table has received a great commendation.

Only then did the old man take his eyes off the knight and look at the others. When he saw the zombies, his eyes tightened, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. The group of zombies suddenly went crazy, and they couldn't hold on any longer, so they ran away. trampled on each other, and actually trampled to death more than a dozen companions!

When his eyes fell on Dai Lan, Dai Lan felt a chill, and he was overwhelmed by that huge sense of oppression.

After a long time, the old man said to Dai Lan one after another:

“ヤマト？”

“???？”

"Huaxia?"

Dai Lan was taken aback, this foreign devil actually knows our Asian language? Immediately, he smiled coldly and replied in pure London English: "Hua-Xia-People!" I－can－speak－English－as－well.”

Hearing Dai Lan's answer, the old man was obviously stunned, but this look was fleeting, and the innate pride and superiority returned to his face.

The old man said in English, "I am the King of England, Arthur. Pandra! ”

(Well, I haven't had a recommendation vote yet.) If any reader likes this book, please vote for a recommendation, thank you Bonn. ）