Solitary Sword Sovereign

Chapter 103: Arthur Pendragon

In a large stone cathedral, a large gathering was being held. The large cathedral had the flag of a large, red western dragon spewing flames of each side of the main door.

Inside the cathedral was a meeting for the Dragonheart Empire. This was a gathering for their South American conquest.

"First it was the Scotts of House of Stuart that took away our throne." Said a blonde young man. His face was the epitome of perfection, without a flaw to be seen. He was so handsome it was bordering beauty. His deep blue eyes pulled the souls of all who gazed upon them. He was wearing a simple Knights Armour. The seemingly simple silver armor was a representative of his demeanor. Without flaw, without excess. By his side was a sheathed blade, in nothing more than a simple black sheath.

"Then it was the Germans of House Hannover and who ruled our lands!" The young man raised his hands with glorious purpose as his words rung out in the ears of the others.

"Before the system came, the House of Windsor, or the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha as it should be called! Those cowards were also of German descent but pretended to be English and changed their name due to German hatred in 1917!"

The young man spoke with a vigor that made the hearts of all listening.

"Now, we of House Tudor, neigh, we of House Pendragon, as we should be known as from now on, have taken back Wales and Britain as a whole!

We are the chosen ones, and we accept any and all willing to come under our banner! Our empire is the true orthodoxy of power in this world, and as such it is our duty to protect it!"

The young man stood still and clasped his hands to his back.

"But there are still those who would not yield to our banner! There are still weaklings who ware preventing us from achieving true unity. It is only as a united people can we resist the incoming threat as a people. Cywir?"

The entire crowd, of wizards, warriors and other rare classes all stood at the same time and banged their right fists on their chests

"Cywir!"

"It is only after we destroy those opposing us can we unite our peoples and further our development! Cywir?"

The crowd once more banged their chests.

"Cywir!"

"On the Welsh flag there is a dragon, and the system granted me draconic powers. This is not a coincidence! Cywir?"

"Cywir!"

The young man had the people in the hall on the palm of his hands.

"Is there any Welshman who is more worthy of carrying the weight and burden of the Crown than I, Arthur Dragonheart Bale? No! Cywir?"

"Cywir!"

Large booms echoed out in the hall as qi and mana mixed in with the people's cheers. Every man and woman in this room was either above level 100 or just about to reach it. It was a true gathering of powerhouses There was no doubt that among the four major factions of the world, The experts of the Dragonheart empire had the highest levels.

"My father was no fool by naming me, Arthur! He knew I could live up to our ancestors! Of all the branches left of the Pendragons, only those of House Bale have the blood of the Tudors. We have the fate of two dynasties!"

After saying this, the young man pointed southeast.

"Go my servants! Serve me well! Show the world that the House of Pendragon was not taken by the sands of time! Show them that our persistent cultivation for hundreds of years is worth it! Show them that the world of cultivators no longer has to bow to the world of technology and hide its face! Show them that we not foolish by not abandoning cultivation like the other clans of the world for wealth or technology! Show them it will only take less than a decade for us to rule the world. Show them that the system came for us! Break these walls and brace for battle. Honor our ancestors and continue to unite the world. Cywir?"