The blonde boy saw the sword stuck in the boulder pillar.

Only the hilt of the long sword is exposed, and the hilt is black, and it is also inlaid with gold patterns, which looks mysterious and noble.

The megaliths are very tall, except for the powerful knights. Many people came to draw their swords, all with ladders and ropes.

The boy obviously did not have the ability to climb the boulder pillar with his bare hands, and he was thinking about how to go up when he suddenly heard a gloomy voice in his ears.

"Oh Arthur, let me help you."

The boy felt that his whole person was being held up by an invisible force, and he flew up the boulder pillar lightly.

The boy struggled to hold himself and stood up, the hilt of his sword at his feet.

"Alright Arthur, it's up to you to do the rest." The voice rang out again.

The young man snorted, his face was slightly hesitant, but his eyes quickly became firm, he reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, took a deep breath, and used all the strength of his body to pull it up.

"Ahh The boy screamed, and his body rolled back, and he was about to fall under the boulder pillar, when suddenly, someone gently pushed him behind his back, and he finally regained his footing, but he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Haha.." The voice seemed to laugh so happily that the boy's face turned blue.

"Arthur, you shouldn't have tried so hard... I said a long time ago that this sword is yours, it is waiting for you, and there is no one to replace you.."

Although the young man's face was not good-looking, his eyes were still quite pleasant, and he carefully looked at the long sword in his hand, the gorgeous and beautiful sword body reflected a dazzling edge in the moonlight.

He drew his sword with ease, with little effort, so he had the strength to make Sora almost roll over.

The boy clenched the sword in his hand, and he felt a sense of blood connection, and he could clearly feel the joy of the sword and the joy it was constantly conveying to him.

It was indeed waiting for me!

A great sense of pride and glory rose in the boy's heart.

Along the way, he had heard countless rumors about the sword, and the whole country was talking about its magic and nobility, and now, the sword belonged to him.

The young man couldn't help but raise the sword in his hand, and the moonlight sprinkled down, and silver light fell on him. A crown of jewels, a lofty throne, and the awe-inspiring gazes of countless people awaited him before his eyes.

"Arthur—" the nightmarish voice once haunted the boy's ear, "Oh no, I should call you King by now... The Great King of Great Britain. What a wonderful title."

The joy on the boy's face faded, and the voice that encouraged him to kill dozens of people, including his own mother, had always been a lingering mystery in his mind.

The boy didn't know where it came from, what it was, and what its purpose was... These doubts made him uneasy, and even with a sword in his hand, he could not dispel them.

The boy finally spoke: "You can have a showdown with me... Who the hell are you and why are you here? Help me.."

The voice laughed, "Help? I love the word, Arthur..."

"Unfortunately, this is not gratuitous help, this is a transaction... You know what? Arthur."

"Deal.." The boy muttered, "Trade what?"

"Trade it all!"

"Great Britain, just a little sweetness, I'll give you more.."

"Where the sun shines, it will be your territory."

"You will be the king of the whole continent, or even the whole world, King Arthur."

The tone of the voice slowly became more and more high-pitched and excited, and at last the whole silent night sky echoed the voice, but only the boy could hear it.

"King Arthur.." The boy seemed to be attracted by the picture described by the voice, and couldn't help but ask: "Then what do you need?"

The voice softened again, "A little something.. Your soul... Well, I need to put some marks on your soul, you know, it's like signing a contract, you have to put a stamp or something."

The boy was silent, the word soul made him feel illusory and uneasy.

"Arthur, what are you still hesitating about... I swear we'll be the best buddies... We will divide the day and the night, and half of this world belongs to you."

"Okay. The boy nodded calmly, "I agreed." ”

"Great, Arthur... You'll be glad for a lifetime for today's wise decision.. Haha.." The voice laughed strangely, piercing and gloomy, like the howl of a night owl...

...

The huge black palace is deep and calm, like a fierce beast lurking in the shadows.

"Father.."

Sauron burst into the Black Palace with a look of delight.

"I'm done, I've got his soul.."

On the throne, Carlo slowly opened his eyes, and the whole space seemed to be a little darker, and he stood up like a huge black curtain rising, swallowing all light.

"Well done.." Carlo nodded approvingly,

Sauron bowed his head respectfully and listened to Carlo's teachings.

"I'm leaving this plane.." Carlo spoke.

"What?!" Sauron was startled, and couldn't help but look up at Carlo in a daze.

A low roar suddenly came out of Carlo's mouth, and majestic power surged out, the black robe was torn, and his body swelled rapidly.

"Boom!" the black palace made a loud noise, and a large hole was opened in it, revealing the demon's body Carlo flapping his wings and appearing in midair.

He trampled the Dark Tree under his feet, like the source of darkness suspended behind him like three huge dark golden eyeballs, and when the power was fully unfolded, the fragile balance between him and the will of the world was shattered, and crimson lightning roared and rolled above his head.

Like a demon king descending in the last days, Carlo looks down on the world indifferently as a king's landing.

Everyone looked at the vision in the sky, the human slaves of the captive country trembled with fright, shrunk on the ground and trembled, and the demon warriors knelt down in unison, kowtowing and chanting "My king"...

Several powerful demon leaders, Serdan and the Dwarven King, as well as Merlin, flew towards the Black Palace.

"My king.."

The three of them did the same, respectfully kneeling to the ground and kissing the ground at Carlo's feet.

Carlo's gaze slowly slid over the three of them like knives, and the three of them pressed their bodies lower. They had a premonition in their hearts that it seemed that it was time for their master, the king of the demon race, to leave.

Carlo finally spoke: "When the world is completely ruled by darkness, when the sun no longer rises... I will be back.. Take you away.."

The three of them claimed yes and bowed humbly.

The wings behind Carlo's back flapped violently, and the dark prison was torn open with great force, and the remnants of the Holy See in it were exposed to the dark sky.

"You're this.." Before the people of the Holy See Army could open their mouths to rebuke angrily, a dark red flame had already swept up from under their feet, devouring several people cleanly.

The system's indifferent voice sounded: "The power to destroy heaven is complete, and the reward experience is worth 500,000 points, and evil is worth 5 million points..."

"The plane mission has been completed, do you choose to return immediately?"

Carlo glanced deeply at the four people below, and said indifferently: "Return." ”

"Father.. Sauron shouted loudly, as if he wanted to say something, and there was a faint reluctance and retention in his eyes, but Carlo's figure had disappeared into thin air.

The terrible figure was missing from the sky, and the thunderclouds rolled, the pretentious roar of the will of the world.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, a rampant laughter rang out.

Sauron flew to the top of the black ruins as if he were sitting on his throne, the emotion in his eyes long gone, replaced by a deep sense of joy and pride.

"From now on.." Sauron's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "In this world, no one can climb on my head anymore.."