Chapter 50
Artifacts of the Messiah
location: an underground bunker recently built under the Edie family mansion, Enlan, Britannia
Date: the 12th of June 5027
-the mighty King Arthur was a great man, he was skilled, wise, righteous, and above all else he was the example for knights, he was the knight of knights, he was the knight in shining armor-
-ah, okay, why are you telling me this, father?-
Eidde Patton ignores his son’s question and continues.
- but despite his many skills and even more numerous virtues, he wouldn’t have been able to defend and unite Britannia with his strength alone, he had three treasures that aided him, the three artifacts of the Messiah –
Eddie Patton and his son Poet are walking in a long hallway inside their newly built bunker.
Poet’s eyes drift around while listening to his father observing the bunker.
The bunker looks very sturdy, although Poet doesn’t know what the walls are made of, he at least knows each one is many inches thick and made of multiple layers of different materials and the outermost layer was of solid steel.
The bunker also looked very primitive.
It has no electronics in it, no cameras, no computers, not even digital Grimmiores, nothing for the world government to hack or use to spy on them.
You would think the bunker was built by cavemen if not for the limited forms of technology in it but even those limited forms of technology are all analog technology and thus couldn’t be hacked.
‘I guess the visit from agent Double O really shocked him’
Poet thinks to himself while looking at his father’s back.
-the first artifact was the spear of destiny, blessed by the Messiah’s blood, the spear could control fate itself and King Arthur used it to determine the outcomes of battle-
Poet raises an eyebrow at what his father said and decides to pay attention for a moment.
-the second artifact is the Holy Grail, a cup that the Messiah used to drink from, which gave it the power to grant immortality-
Poet tilts his head.
-okay I know that one is not true, if it granted immortality King Arthur would still be alive today right?-
Patton lets out a slight chuckle.
-no, Poet that’s not what I meant, it doesn’t grant eternal life, hmmm, I suppose I should’ve used the term invincibility, although that wouldn’t be accurate either, you see the Messiah had a miraculous healing ability that could heal any wound or illness no matter how severe, it could even bring the dead back to life-
The two of them arrive at a large door.
A mural of the fatherless child sitting on a throne with his legs tucked in and his wings bent down is carved on the large door.
A look of sorrow and emptiness can be seen on the angel like child’s face.
- you can think of the Holy Grail’s power as having the Messiah’s miraculous healing being constantly applied to your body instantly healing it from any injury or illness you receive, it was thanks to its power that King Arthur was nearly invincible and could shrug off any attack, but it won’t save you from dying from old age, the angel of death comes for us all-
Patton kneels in front of the mural.
To Poet it looks like he is praying or paying respects but in truth, he only took that position for his body to keep its balance and not fall over when he leaves it.
Patton’s astral body leaves his physical body and walks through the wall, phasing through it like a ghost and entering a hidden sealed off control room.
Once inside the room, Patton uses his earth magic to pull a lever
Although the astral body can’t interact with the physical realm, he can still use his magic to affect the physical realm.
The sounds of massive spinning gears begin to echo in the bunker.
Patton returns to his body and stands up.
-finally, there is of course the mythical Sword Excalibur which King Arthur used to accomplish many feats, and its scabbard that protected King Arthur from wounds-
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-wait, hold on, one of those is not like the rest, this one is a lot more vague, You also didn’t mention how it was blessed by the Messiah and I am pretty sure the power of the scabbard overlaps with the holy grail-
Patton chuckles slightly then turns to face Poet.
-that’s true you got me, there are no remaining records about the true origins of Excalibar, the extent of its abilities, or how it was blessed by the Messiah, but just because they don’t exist now four thousand years in the future, doesn’t mean some didn’t exist back then, they were probably just lost to time-
-wait, so the sword might not even exist-
- no, although there are no records of its origins, there are plenty of records of King Arthur using the sword so we know it exists and we can always find out what it can do after we find it-
The door before them slowly opens.
A massive warehouse can be seen behind the door.
Thousands of antique items, ancient books, documents, and artifacts are stored inside.
-you want to find the Artifacts of the Messiah? Is that why you hired all those bounty hunters and had them collect this junk for you?-
-careful boy, you should never call your products junk even if they are, you need to praise them as though they are treasures so you can sell them, besides, although most of these are junk, some of them are real deal like this one-
Patton picks up and jade colored blade and lightly swings it.
A powerful and sharp gust of mind manifests and flies toward a wall.
Poet shrugs his shoulders.
-okay a sword that can create wind, that’s cool but we have mag-
Poet flinches and slams his jaws shut as he sees a deep mark similar to a sword slash appear on the thick metallic wall.
-this is the grass cutter, the weapon of the emperor of the land of the rising sun and if we are lucky maybe we can also find the flaming blue phoenix blade of god emperor T. -
Patton places the jade colored blade back in its place.
-treasures like this one we will keep for ourselves and the junk we will sell for profit but yes the main goal is to find the Artifacts of the Messiah-
-okay, but why? And more importantly, why are you telling me this?-
Eddie Patton gently smiles at his son.
-I am telling you this because you are my son and because we are the descendants of King Arthur, it is both our duty and birthright to find and use the Artifacts of the Messiah –
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location: the forest outside the Bulgasari’s cave, Kim Sungta
Date: the 12th of June 5027
~give me back my Bulgasari ~
The copy of Ken says while glaring at the members of Strike Team One.
-hmm-
Claus strokes his armored chin while observing the copy of Ken.
-is that what you did to the Royal guards?-
Although he can see and hear Ken, Ariel’s sensors aren’t picking him up and are only showing empty air in front of them.
-how are you doing it?-
~as if I would tell you? ~
The copy of Ken quickly rushes at the golden lion.
-hmm-
Fire rushes out of the golden lion forming a ball of fire around him.
Once the ball of fire forms the copy of Ken disappears.
-fascinating, that means you are firing something at me, and if that thing can’t reach me I won’t see the hallucination –
Claus removes the ball of fire around him and the copy of Ken reappears in front of him.
~tsk, how annoying~
Claus’s lips curl up from amusement as he watches Ken becoming more and more pissed off.
-How about we don’t waste each other's time and you don’t try that again-
The golden lion crosses his arms while looking at the copy of Ken.
-so? Why did you resort to killing the Royal guards? and don’t tell me it was just to empower the Bulgasari –
Ken shrugs his shoulders.
~would you believe me if I told you I needed to collect their souls for a ritual to extend the life span?~
-pffft, come on you didn’t even try this time, at least the lie you used at the Aether port was believable –
~that’s what I thought~
-well what is the truth? –
~that was the truth~
Ken shrugs his shoulders again.
-you know a joke is not funny the second tim-
Claus recalls reading about something similar.
In the past, before the current world president, President Frederick, took office, a large group of elites consisting of politicians, government workers, and businessmen were kidnapping children to conduct rituals to extend their lives.
When President Frederick took office he immediately purged all of them.
When questioned, the group said that they were taught the ritual by a covenant of witches that somehow managed to evade the eyes of the world government and called themselves the order of the Blue Phoenix.
The funny thing is the ritual didn’t even work, it didn’t do anything, so the group of elites was used as pawns by the witches but gained nothing from it but empty promises.
The child kidnapping stopped for a while after President Frederick’s purge but it soon restarted indicating that the order of Blue Phoenix is still out there somewhere, although it was on a much smaller scale, indicating that they also became much more careful.
Claus stares at Ken with cold eyes.
his usual joyful demeanor completely vanishes.
- are you working with the order of the Blue Pheonix?-
~what? Are you insane? Of course not, even I am not that evil you know, besides, do the royal guards look like children to you?~
Claus lets out a sigh and his demeanor goes back to normal.
-yeah, you are right, that’s my bad I shouldn’t have suggested you work for those devils, I take that back-
~pffft~
Ken laughs at the golden lion.
~oh man, if you hate the order of the blue phoenix so much, you are in for a big surprise in the future, I hope I will be there to see the look on your face ~
The golden lion raises his head and stares at Ken.
-what is that supposed to mean?-
Instead of getting an answer, Claus watches as Ken’s face fills with rage and concern then he randomly starts shouting.
The shouts appear random at first but it soon becomes clear it’s one side of a conversation that he is likely having where his real body is hiding.
~what did you say?~
~panic?~
~what is happening there?
~what do you mean she lost an arm?~
And then it happened.
It only lasted for a second.
No, it was only a fraction of a second.
A wave of dark energy coated the mountain and the heaven above in complete darkness.
A fraction of a second later the wave of darkness disappears, and like an artist dragging an eraser across a beautiful painting, everything that was in the path of darkness vanished from existence, leaving behind nothing but particles of frozen dust.
WOOOOOOSH.
A powerful and chillingly cold gust of wind rushes in as reality tries to catch up to the damage caused by the wave of decay.
The remainder of the mountain and the immediate surrounding area flash freezes.
a bone chilling coldness creeps up the spines of the strike team members as their nerves finally catch up to the sudden drop in temperature.
The members of Strike Team One watch the frozen dust gently floating down with wide eyes and frozen stiff bodies.
Their minds have yet to catch up to the reality before them.