Chapter 256 [S-level?!] (Part 1)

The drizzle seems to be lingering and never to this day.

Continuous rain enveloped the sky above London City, and the streets were washed away by the rain, as if they were much cleaner. Cars on the road slowly drove past, and pedestrians on the side of the road were in a hurry.

The ancient London Bridge in this rain curtain seemed to be like a classical oil painting.

A sudden lightning flashed down above the sky.

This light fell over the city of London and then suddenly scattered.

If you look down at the entire city of London, you will find that a huge light curtain between heaven and earth begins to sweep by rapidly.

The police pulled up the quarantine bar in front of Westminster Abbey.

The workers and equipment that cleaned up the damaged towers in London.

On a certain street, it seemed like it had been attacked by terrorist attacks, collapsed floors and broken windows...

All of this seemed to be restored quickly under the light curtain.

It's like a video rewind.

The light curtain flashed rapidly and then disappeared.

On the street, it seemed like everything was different from before.

The taxi that was originally driving on the street seemed to have just driven out of the garage.

Passers-by who were struggling to move forward with an umbrella, but sat in the living room of his home and tasted afternoon tea.

The policeman who was angrily arresting the thief sat back in the police car with the newly-out of the pot, while the thief was wearing a thick leather jacket and slowly walked past the police car and whistled...

The city is still this city, and the people are still these people.

But the node of time seems to have turned back a lot...

...

Under the London Bridge, three people walked from the rain.

No one knew when these three people appeared. Even pedestrians on the roadside did not look here, as if these three people were standing here all the time.

Beside them was a worn carriage, and the carriage was restored to a black SUV under the light curtain.

Chen Xiaolian looked at the broken leather armor on his body, and the blood was washed away by the rain. Then he quickly turned into a modern suit, which was exactly the one he wore a few days ago.

The tires and spare tires were covered with fatigue and a hint of gratitude.

"I think... we can come back smoothly this time, and after we go back, we should find a temple to burn incense."

The spare tire looked at his one-arm and smiled bitterly.

"Go and buy a plane ticket now. Then contact Roddy. He should be waiting for us outside of central London." Chen Xiaolian whispered.

"Okay. Let's go to the airport now." Tire nodded.

"You go first...I...I need to go to a place!" Chen Xiaolian looked at the sky, looked at the rain, took a deep breath, but his eyes were extremely firm!

...

Chen Xiaolian walked to the door of the private museum.

The damaged bronze statues and broken buildings in the yard have all been restored to their original state.

He stood across the street and watched a car slowly drive out of the museum.

Although the car window was closed, Chen Xiaolian still saw the person sitting inside.

In the front co-pilot position, a middle-aged silver-haired butler.

And in the back row, what is vaguely visible is the beautiful and indifferent young Countess.

Chen Xiaolian showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth. There seemed to be a hint of bitterness hidden in his smile.

He walked across the street, his leather boots trampling in the water.

...

Standing in the rain, Chen Xiaolian pressed the doorbell on the fence door.

Soon, a small door opened, Chen Xiaolian walked in and walked into a low house next to the main building inside.

The door was open. Chen Xiaolian walked into the door and felt the heating inside.

There was still hot tea floating on the table.

The middle-aged man Amble sat there quietly, facing the door.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Xiaolian, with a hint of relief in his eyes: "You are indeed back alive."

Chen Xiaolian entered the door and closed the door casually, but looked at the long-handled umbrella hanging on the wall next to the door.

"I'm lucky. I couldn't win, but... I'm lucky." Chen Xiaolian walked over and sat at the table.

"Take off your coat, this rain is really uncomfortable." Ambler smiled faintly: "I just made tea and drank a cup to drive away the cold."

Chen Xiaolian took off his coat, hung it on the back of the chair, sat in front of Amble, picked up a cup of tea in front of him, and drank it all in one go.

"Tea is not tasted like this."

Chen Xiaolian raised his eyebrows: "If you have the fate, you can drink one more cup."

Amber laughed: "It seems... this copy is difficult?"

Chen Xiaolian thought for a while and shook his head: "I said... I'm just lucky."

"Has King William won the throne? Is the process difficult?"

Chen Xiaolian's eyes were a little dazed, and it seemed that a picture flashed in his mind...

...

boom!!

When King William raised the sword in the stone and rushed towards Harold, no one would have thought that Harold had used only one sword to slash King William with his sword...

Fly out!!

Just like a giant facing a child’s challenge!

Win without any suspense!

It was almost a crush!

Seeing King William kneeling on the ground, barely supporting his body with the sword in his hand and refused to fall down, his hands were covered with blood! Blood was also flowing out of his mouth!

The soldiers around him were shocked, and someone immediately yelled, trying to raise his weapons and rush towards Harold...

At this time, Harold finally revealed the true face of the plot of the dungeon.

His long sword was leaning on the ground, looking up at the sky, and murmured softly:

"Does God grant me royal power? Who can take it away?"

The terrifying golden light shone with the center of the position where Harold stood. The diameter of the surrounding area was about thirty meters, and all the soldiers of the Norman Legion suddenly could not stand. The powerful force seemed to not belong to this world!

All the soldiers were unable to continue holding the weapons in their hands and could not point the weapons at Harold!

Then, someone began to fall to his knees!

Although struggling, twisted, and roaring, no one can move one step towards Harold's position!

Even Chen Xiaolian himself included.

He couldn't move either. He seemed to find that his body no longer obeyed his command! He could not do it if he wanted to approach Harold half a step!

At this time, the only person who could barely stand up straight and face Harold again with a sword...

King William!

And the sword in his hand... in the stone!

The King's Sword!!

...

"Have you experienced this copy?" Chen Xiaolian narrowed his eyes and looked at Ambrel in front of him.

Ambrer's fingers were slender and stable. He steadily picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

But when facing Chen Xiaolian's words, Amble did not mean to answer.

Chen Xiaolian sighed in a low voice: "At that moment, I thought I was sure to lose this mission. Harold was too powerful. He was not a mortal at all! His power was even comparable to monsters above level B that I had seen.

Most importantly, the system restricts us from participating in this duel.

I could only stand by and watch the battle... I knew that King William was just an ordinary person, but I had to challenge an opponent with inhuman power.

I thought I was going to lose.”

"And what? You are now sitting here safely." Amber laughed.

"Yes... because I suddenly remembered something." Chen Xiaolian took a deep breath: "The system will not release tasks that cannot be completed!"
To be continued...