I Have A Martial Dao World

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If one were to gaze across the Channel from the European continent to Britain, the most conspicuous sight would surely be a peculiar "White Cliff".

The continuous cliffs stretch for 5 kilometers and rise hundreds of meters high, resembling a towering wall along the coast, with the pure white precipices above an endless azure sea, quite magnificent and magical.

At this moment, Prime Minister Winston had already arrived here, holding aloft an ornament bestowed by the Queen.

The ornament emitted waves of pulsations, subtly resonating with the white cliffs before his eyes.

The next second, the "White Cliff" became ethereal and translucent. Winston walked straight into it, and his entire being vanished in an instant.

A sensation of weightlessness washed over him, and when he came to his senses, he had arrived at a place of exquisite beauty.

This was the legendary Avalon, with its mountains like ink, a sky like green jade, and a lake resembling a sapphire, perfectly interpreting the term "earthly fairyland".

Winston was somewhat astonished, "Avalon is actually an independent semi-plane! Then its master—Merlin, could he be a True God-level spell caster!?"

To create a small world is a power only possessed by a Sun God Immortal Venerable.

Those with such cultivation were considered True God level beings, no matter in the East or the West!

But as Winston looked around, he could not help frowning: something here felt fake.

The breeze brought the fragrance of green grass and wildflowers, and clouds in the clear sky drifted slowly, but for some reason, Winston felt a sense of unreality about the place.

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, two knights clad in archaic armor approached.

Both had golden hair and blue eyes, one with a handsome face, the other with a dark demeanor.

As their eyes met, Winston felt an enormous oppressive force, and he saw vague silhouettes of an eagle and a lion behind the two knights.

The Prime Minister's heart grew solemn: Two King of Knights! And both had manifested their spiritual power into reality!

If one were to use a Martial Artist as a reference, such cultivation would correspond to—Martial Golden Body + Spirit Refining Manifest Holiness.

In the Old Continent, the Knight's Way of the Human Race was suppressed. It was not only to prevent anyone from threatening their rule; Vampires intensely craved the blood of cultivators and would even levy a "Blood Tax".

A "body refiner", frequently drained of blood to the detriment of their vital energy, would understandably not have a solid foundation, making high-ranking knights very rare.

Let alone that "Spirit Refining Manifest Holiness" requires gathering the power of faith and belief. The rulers of the West were no fools either, absolutely forbidding such practices.

Previously, the Rakshasa fell into a war quagmire and could not control their internals, accidentally creating an "Ulyanov", nearly causing the downfall of their nation.

Yet, at this moment, this small world actually contained two "Ulyanov"-level powerhouses! And they clearly played the role of guards!

Of course, Prime Minister Winston was extremely shocked, and the more he looked at the two, the more they resembled the Knights of the Round Table described in archives and texts...

At that moment, the more handsome of the two knights spoke, "Follow me, the Divine Above awaits you."

Winston nodded, and together they headed towards the sapphire-like lake.

Along the way, he casually asked, "Excuse me, are you... Lancelot?"

The handsome knight smiled lightly and nodded, and Winston thought to himself that his guess had indeed been correct.

Simultaneously, he also recognized who the stern, shadowy knight was—Mordred!

Winston's mind was filled with curiosity:

[Two knights who betrayed King Arthur, the mysterious Merlin, the Primordial Ancestor sleeping in this place... It seems something interesting happened back then.]

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Engrossed in such wild thoughts, the group arrived at the very center of this small world—Lake Eden.

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The grassy plains by the lake were blooming with wildflowers of every color, reflecting the azure water of the lake like a mirror, creating an indescribable scene.

Standing there was an old man with white hair, wearing a long robe, with three green crystals floating before his forehead, his eyes wise and stern.

This must be the legendary Merlin, but Prime Minister Winston didn't pay attention to him; instead, he focused all of his attention on a man sitting cross-legged.

He had waterfall-like golden hair that reached his waist, a slender figure, and was skimming stones across the water.

Prime Minister Winston compared the man to the images in his mind to confirm his identity and immediately prostrated with a loud shout:

"Great Ancestor Roland, your descendant offers eternal devotion! So you've awakened ahead of time..."

Ancestor Roland squinted his eyes and said, "My favorite little darling died, his anger and unwillingness at the moment of death woke me. But I can't find the killer... such a headache."

Winston didn't quite understand and hesitated, "Great Ancestor, we have prepared a million intelligent lives for your enjoyment at any time..."

Ancestor Roland turned his head, a faint smile on his androgynous face, looking easy to get along with:

"Ha, I'm not a sadist, let's skip that part."

Upon hearing this, Winston was just about to feel relieved.

But unexpectedly, Ancestor Roland continued, "Compared to eating people, starting a world war is more interesting. Slaughter among the same species can provoke the most intense emotions~"

His words were casual, but Winston's face changed dramatically, "Great Ancestor... are you saying?"

The corners of Ancestor Roland's thin lips curved up, interestedly saying, "Declare war on all countries at the same time, send armies to attack, just treat it as a game of conquering the world. Don't worry~ I'll help you~."

"..."

Taken aback by such a frivolous decision, Winston was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, Ancestor Roland asked, "Did you come here to awaken me because you faced a formidable enemy?"

Only then did Winston remember his original purpose, saying quickly, "We have encountered a fearsome enemy like no other before..."

The Prime Minister briefly relayed the intelligence report about Lu Yao, handing over the prepared information.

Ancestor Roland appeared very interested, carefully flipping through it, and muttered to himself:

"Interesting, the East has such a level of powerhouses? Could it be he who killed my little darling?"

"Ha, that's a cool line—'Your beliefs and country no longer exist. Goodnight, Mr. President.'

Ancestor Roland's excited phoenix eyes shone bright as he rubbed his thighs together continuously, and the whole little world began to shake violently with him.

"That's him! He's my new darling! I will have him fill the void of the twelve Angel Envoys!"

He looked up and said, "Let's put off the world war for now; I want all the information on this human! What he likes, what he despises, especially what he cares about, everything!"

Winston bowed deeply, "Your will is our command!"

At that moment, the Prime Minister was delighted.

After going in circles, he still achieved his initial goal, and as for conquering the world... with the Ancestor by their side, it wasn't impossible!

As Roland stared at the photographs and sketches of Lu Yao in battle during the Nine Kingdoms Conference, his gaze became infatuated and dreamy.

His favorite thing to do was to transform the "heroes" of all worlds into his own "little darlings."

To have those who once guarded their worlds destroy everything they cherished with their own hands.

The thought of that intense and complex emotion fraught with love, hatred, and reluctant agony... made Roland shiver violently.