Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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The previous clamor had completely subsided at this moment, and a gentle breeze blew from the distance, bringing a chill.

Just pulling out the Caliburn wouldn't have surprised people so much, because Merlin had long prophesied that a true king would pull out the Caliburn and lead the knights to repel the foreign races.

But what surprised them was that someone had "pulled" out the Caliburn in this way.

If Merlin's prophecy stated that only those who could pull out the Caliburn could become king, then what this squire had just done was to break that prophecy, pulling out the Caliburn in his own way.

Believe in fate, or resist fate? As long as there was still a breath in their hearts, as long as hot blood still flowed in their veins, they would choose the latter.

Asher looked at the silent knights. There wasn't a sound around him. He noticed someone's gaze and looked towards Morgan le Fay through the crowd.

This was the fate you wanted to resist. If the threads of fate were guiding them towards a predetermined ending, then cut those threads!

All the knights cast fervent gazes at the squire standing before them. They didn't speak, but their eyes contained something.

Merlin remained silent, just staring at Asher.

"Forget it, whether the Caliburn counts as pulled out isn't up to you to decide."

Asher glanced at Merlin, not giving him a chance to speak again, and no longer paying attention to the dumbfounded bishop standing beside him. He pulled out the Caliburn stuck in the ground.

The light of Runes lit up from the Caliburn. Asher raised the Caliburn high, ice pillars shot into the sky, and flames seemed to transform into dragons following closely behind. His voice was incomparably solemn, and at this moment, there was no trace of childishness on his face.

Under everyone's gaze, his voice spread to everyone's ears.

"Repel the foreign races, I am King Arthur!"

When this incomparably sacred voice rang out, the knights looked at each other, and after a few seconds of silence, it was as if flames had ignited in their chests.

The first knight took the lead in raising his longsword, his eyes filled with fervent flames, staring intently at Asher, and shouted loudly:

"King Arthur!"

Blinding light that surpassed the sunlight lit up in the sky, and a barrier covered the ground. The brilliant golden light rose into the sky along with the barrier and the flames, like a battle song.

It was Gawain. He had also raised the sword in his hand at this moment, shouting loudly: "King Arthur!"

Sir Ector glanced at the knights around him who still seemed to be in a daze, a gratified smile appearing on his slightly aged face, and drew his sword.

Then, an aged but solemn voice echoed through the sky.

"King Arthur!"

With the addition of the Knights of the Round Table, the other knights also raised their longswords one after another. Countless pillars of light shot up from the ground, including the other Knights of the Round Table.

They all shouted the name of the new king in unison.

"King Arthur!"

Merlin's eyes widened slightly. He looked at Artoria beside him, watching her step forward and raise her longsword high:

"King Arthur!"

Golden pillars of light shot up from her sword, as if piercing through heaven and earth. The surrounding leaves rustled and trembled, as if expressing respect for the birth of the new king.

Asher stepped forward, the Caliburn incomparably dazzling under the light of the Runes, like an aurora. He slowly closed his eyes, accepting the cheers of the people.

"King Arthur! King Arthur! King Arthur!"

The magnificent shouts echoed throughout Britain. From the knights to the common people, everyone was shouting this name. Until the end, even the bishop, who had been somewhat hesitant at the beginning, joined in this frenzied cry.

The foreign races occupying the land raised their heads and looked in that direction. Countless lights lit up there, and the light containing a terrifying aura even surpassed the scorching sun.

Even before the death of the previous king, there had never been such unity. But at this moment, it seemed the entire Britain was united. Without a doubt...

A new king was born.

Scáthach walked out of the castle of the Land of Shadows, her gaze looking towards the distant horizon, as if she had seen through everything. After a long silence, she slowly spoke:

"He has really grown up."

The shouts, like war drums, thundered in his heart. Asher closed his eyes tightly, feeling the agitation within and the boiling blood in his veins.

He had never thought he had the qualifications to become king, but he hated Merlin's words so much that it felt like some soul in his body was roaring in anger.

Fate, fate... since you think everything is predetermined, then I'll trample fate under my feet and show you!

"Now, do you respect fate, or do you believe in the people, Merlin?"

Morgan le Fay turned to look at the silent Merlin.

The man had lost his smile by this point, his gaze fixed on the young man with his eyes tightly closed. After a moment of silence, he spoke,

"He is the new Wyrm King."

Yes, Asher had the blood of the White Dragon flowing in his veins. He was the new White Dragon. Although the White Dragon represented the will of Britain, it was also the dragon of rebellion.

No matter what he did, he was the dragon of rebellion... the true king should be Artoria.

"You want to say that his lineage doesn't qualify him to be king, right?" Morgan stared intently at Merlin.

Merlin just stared at Asher, and after a long while, he continued,

"He didn't pull out the Caliburn."

Yes, he had just used other means to take out the sword. Only the Red Dragon's body could pull out the Caliburn, only Artoria could do it.

"Yes, you're right. He indeed didn't pull out the Caliburn, at least not the second time..." Morgan le Fay nodded gently, then suddenly smiled.

"But so what?"

"Is being able to pull out the Caliburn really that important? Why is it that only the person who pulls out the Caliburn can drive away the foreign races? Why is it that only the person who pulls out the Caliburn can make Britain prosperous? Did you decide that? Or did the fate you speak of decide that?"

"Naturally, it's the scene I saw in the future," Merlin said.

The future that had already been seen, no matter how it was changed, would be futile. This was fate.

"You saw Artoria's future, so you think she's the new king," Morgan le Fay pointed in Asher's direction. "Then did you see his fate?"

Merlin fell silent.

"He didn't pull out the Caliburn," he said again.

"Then why don't you listen to the opinions of the people now? See if they acknowledge Asher," Morgan said slowly.

"And then… listen carefully now, how he answers you!"

Asher suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils already completely turned into a brilliant gold. The golden eyes looked solemn and sacred at this moment, like a deity descending, reigning over Britain.

He raised his hands high, and the voices of the knights and the people below shook the heavens. The only name they shouted was...

King Arthur!

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