The news has appeared and there is no way to stop it.

Her Majesty the Queen knew very well about this situation, so she knew that it was useless to be angry, so she could only find a way to make up for it.

Taking a deep breath, Her Majesty the Queen spoke, "Prepare it, I think I need a speech in the near future."

"The theme of the speech is..." The Prime Minister was a little confused about what Her Majesty the Queen meant.

Her Majesty showed a majesty on her old face: "The speech about the Queen of Heaven and the speech of our British history!"

"I understand." The Prime Minister nodded slightly.

Of course, you can’t just say it. You must prepare thoroughly and contact all parties before you can.

Therefore, this night is destined to be a night where many people can't sleep all night.

And in the manor on the edge of the city, the big guys gathered here again after making their own arrangements.

At this moment, a lifelike electronic map of Britain was already hanging in the hall, marking the location of the mercenaries affiliated with these people.

It was densely packed... almost enveloped the entire Britain.

"According to the analysis of historians and theologians, the vicinity of the ruins of the monastery should be the location of Avalon in history."

"So if they expected, they will definitely return to Avalon, after all, it's too dangerous for them."

An old man shrouded in the dark shadow said with a full sense of vigor. Although he was full of confidence, his tone was inevitably filled with regret:

"Unfortunately, the old woman's man also discovered this. Their people have been arranged near the ruins of the monastery. These people... are not the time when we are unmoving."

"You guys, are we too anxious?"

In the dim hall, it was also in the darkness, an old woman laughed out loud:

"Urgent? Maybe, but things like extraordinary are really changing with each passing day. If we don't rush, we may not be able to catch up with their changes."

"Next, let's wait and see what the old woman wants to do. We will deal with it when we see it."

"What really deserves our attention is the inheritance of King Arthur... Haha, we can use our means."

In the darkness, all the big men looked like they were in control.

Not far from the ruins of the monastery where everyone was paying attention, Artoria and her friends looked at the British soldiers in the distance with vigilance and hatred.

"Damn it! They actually found this place!"

"Sister, what should I do?"

A group of children, facing the fully armed soldiers, suddenly lost their composure.

But Artoria kept calculating in her heart. After a moment, she whispered: "You guys are waiting for me here, I'll go first."

"Sister, don't go, they have guns."

"Sister, let me go!"

As soon as Artoria finished speaking, her friends suddenly became anxious.

Artoria smiled gently, shook her head and said, "Okay, you are obedient. Among us, I am the most powerful. The most critical..."

Halfway through, Artoria smiled playfully: "The most important thing is that if you encounter any danger, maybe Avalon's sword sheath can support me from the distant east!"

After saying that, without giving these people time, Artoria pushed away the forest and walked towards the ruins of the monastery.

The golden aura enveloped her, making her become the one that everyone was paying attention to as soon as she appeared.

With his palm tightly holding the lake sword at his waist, Artoria is ready to fight to the death at any time.

However, the expected attack did not appear. Instead, a middle-aged man dressed in a general ran out of the military camp.

After the middle-aged man came not far from Artoria, he saluted and said politely:

"Dear lady, I am Colonel Will of the British Army, and I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Oh? Have been waiting for a long time? Do you want to catch me?"

Artoria's expression remained unchanged and she was unmoved at all.

Faced with Artoria's guardianship and indifference, the middle-aged man seemed to have expected it. He smiled at Artoria a little apologetically:

"You may not be able to say it. The people who attacked you before were not the British military. They were actually mercenaries, but were just pretending to be ours."

Not from the British military?

Artoria's heart moved, but she still couldn't figure out whether the person in front of her was telling the truth or the lies.

Fortunately, Artoria knew what the purpose was today, so she said coldly: "What are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Seeing you here, I can be sure that this is the entrance to Avalon."

Speaking of Avalon, Artoria couldn't help but look nervous on her face.

Artoria has too little experience. It is difficult to keep her expression unchanged in the face of the temptation of a middle-aged man.

Seeing the change in Artoria's expression, the middle-aged man confirmed the intelligence department's speculation more. However, before he could say anything, Artoria shook her head:

"No matter why you are staying here, I want to go over now, are you going to stop me?"

He glanced at the golden fighting spirit all over Artoria, and the middle-aged man spread his hands harmlessly:

"Ms. Britain has no malice towards you and your partner. This is the entrance to Avalon, right? If you want to enter, we will never stop you."

"In fact, the reason we stay here is to prevent this from being occupied by some people who are interested."

Artoria looked at the middle-aged man calmly, but she was already a little convinced in her heart.

But she also knew that now is not the time to care about these things, the Avalon Secret Realm is the most important one.

So she waved her hand, and the friends hiding in the dense forest rushed over like a rush, guarding Artoria in the middle.

"Let's go."

After rubbing the head of one of the children, Artoria's right hand was always on the hilt of the sword, and she took them cautiously towards the Avalon Secret Realm.

As they approached, a fog rose and a fog of them was swallowed up.

Not far away, the middle-aged man looked at the group of people engulfed in the fog and murmured to himself:

"The Avalon Secret Realm only responds to them, right? We have tried it countless times before..."

"She is really the inheritor of King Arthur?"

After a deep look at the fog, the middle-aged man turned around decisively and said in a deep voice: "Prepare to encrypt the computer, I need to talk to the Prime Minister."

...

In the secret realm of Avalon, Artoria and her group walked out of the fog. Looking at the dilapidated and desolate all over the ground, a feeling of peace arose in their hearts.

"It's great, now it seems that it's still safe here."

"That's right, the people outside are so bad."

"By the way, sister, what did you say to that person just now?"

Back at Avalon, a group of children completely relaxed, some running towards the familiar Avalon, while others surrounded Artoria.

"just?"

Artoria's face showed a deep thought: "The man just said that it was not the British military that attacked us that day, but the mercenaries."

"Ah? He is not from the British military?" A little girl showed a look of surprise on her face when she heard this.

Upon hearing this, Artoria gently rubbed her head and smiled:

"No matter whether what he said is true or whether he wants to confuse us, it doesn't matter."

"What's important is that we are back again, and you have seen the situation outside. This time, if we don't master the power to protect ourselves, we must not go out."

Upon hearing this, the girl nodded firmly.

Like all children, none of them want to be a burden to the elder sister.

Under such an arrangement, the group completely settled down in Avalon. The resources in Avalon were enough to push them all to a real extraordinary realm. It was even impossible for Artoria to advance to the second-level extraordinary.

Specifically, it depends on how they allocate resources.

Fang Lei believed that Artoria might not be able to do anything about experience, but Artoria, who knew how to calculate and live a life early, would definitely be able to handle such things that require judgment.

Taking back his eyes from the Holy Land of Avalon, Fang Lei looked to the southeast of Britain.

This perspective is very interesting, almost clearly separates Southern and Northern Europe.

From Britain to the southeast are France and Germany, two countries with the largest territory in Southern Europe, and continuing to the southeast is Greece, which has a strong mark in mythological history!

The place where Greek mythology originated!

The so-called Greek mythology is naturally a story of the gods headed by Zeus, Hades and Poseidon.

"The Western myth...the eternal main theme is the fight between the gods."

"This is the case with Egyptian myths, this is the case with Greek myths, and even Nordic myths."

Thinking of the fight between the gods, Fang Lei showed a strange look on his face. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that the gods in the mythical world on the European land were finally heading towards the dusk of the gods in the midst of constant fights...

"But that's the myth in your records..."
To be continued...