In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

He planned to send Elaine and her son (who had lost their princess status) to Merlin's homeland, so that she could raise Galahad in the fairy world.

He found Merlin by the sacred lake. For some reason, Merlin rarely appeared in Camelot anymore, spending more time in Avalon and the sacred lake.

Anno breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Elaine and her son enter the park.

On his way back to Camelot, he ran into a squire who was delivering a message.

The news brought by the squire made it impossible for Anno to remain calm.

In the north of Britain, a branch of the Germanic peoples, the Saxons, made a comeback.

Their leader was an old friend of Anno's.

Vortigern, a despicable king who stole the will of Britain.

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: What Should Have Been Done Twenty Years Ago

A new round of roundtable discussions hastily commenced.

Most of the Knights of the Round Table were out on their own business, leaving only a handful in Camelot.

Of the thirteen knights who were qualified to sit at the Round Table—Arthur, Agravan, Gawain, Bedivere, Balmides, and Anno—only six were present.

"I believe everyone is already very clear about the topic at hand." Arthur looked seriously at the five knights, tapping the round table with his right index finger.

“Your Majesty, Voodoo.” Anno said the name calmly.

His eyes, however, revealed obvious anger and hatred.

That was his first major battle as a knight, and the only one in which he fought alongside his best friend, Uther Pendragon.

Since that battle, although King Uther was still nominally the King of Knights, he had actually lost the right to wield a sword as a knight. He only survived for more than ten years thanks to Merlin's forced prolongation of his life, which gave the then-young Arthur room to grow.

The culprit behind all this was the dragon that stole the will of Britain—Vortigern Pendragon, the vile king, Uther's brother, and Arthur's uncle.

Arthur noticed Anno's condition. This elderly knight was usually taciturn and calm, but today, although he was still calm, the murderous aura on his body seemed to be about to burst out. Even Agravivan, one of the weaker knights of the Round Table, broke out in a cold sweat under Anno's influence.

“Yes, the direct culprit behind my father’s death, the dragon, the lowly king Vortigern, is harassing northern Britain with his swarm of Saxon maggots.” Although Arthur’s face was still young, her long-standing position had cultivated her imposing presence, and her voice carried a hint of anger. “Britain’s dignity is inviolable, even if he is my own uncle.”

She lowered her head and thought for a few seconds: "Annoqing, you fought against the demonic dragon decades ago. Can you describe what happened back then?"

Anno took a deep breath and nodded: "It's my duty."

The truth of what happened back then brought Arthur and the other Knights of the Round Table even deeper troubles.

Agravan sighed: "Vortigern... to be honest, putting aside wyverns, which are such trash, most dragons, whether it's His Majesty, Lord Anno, or Lord Lancelot, can be matched by one person. Isn't Vortigern excessively strong?"

Balmidi crossed his arms and pondered for a moment before saying, "I feel that mystery is still at play. Stealing the will of Britain seems to be a point of interest."

Anno nodded in acknowledgment: "The statement 'stealing the will of Britain' is not meant to put pressure on you, but it is indeed the case."

"In addition, that dragon has a concept that is enough to leave most of us helpless against it."

All eyes were on Anno, who held up a finger and said slowly, “The concept is—'No one but the King of Britain can judge him.'”

Gawain said with a troubled expression, "Then how should we kill him?"

Arthur smiled gently: "I am King of Britain, Lord Warden."

“But it would be too much for you, King, to face that Voodoo Khan personally…” Gawain said urgently.

Anno raised a hand, stopping Gawain from continuing: "Your Majesty, this battle must be fought by you..."

"However, please allow me to accompany you."

"Please allow me to do something I should have done more than twenty years ago..."

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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Is He Already Old?

Ultimately, Arthur finalized the Round Table members who would go on the mission to defeat the dragon.

She herself was one of them, accompanied by two knights, Anno and Gawain.

The day after the personnel were confirmed, King Arthur led his army to the north of Britain.

In an era when the average age was less than fifty, Anno was perhaps truly getting old, a feeling he had ever had since witnessing the birth of his grandson Galahad and learning that Vortigern had returned to the north of Britain to stir up trouble.

Like a true old man, he no longer thinks about the future, but instead reminisces about the past, about the orphanage director An Chengjin, about the first king he served, Yuse, and about the first time he held Lancelot and smiled broadly.

Annobi has the right to speak on Vortigern's power.

Before setting off for war, he left his will in his residence and entrusted it to his butler, Luslan Hyde, who had been bought by Anno years before. He had married another maid and was still working for Anno.

Anno had no confidence that he would return alive from this war.

He followed behind the imposing Arthur and the dignified Gawain, and sighed silently.

The British army was as powerful as ever, and the Saxons were no match for them. The war was completely one-sided.

But Anno was not happy at all.

To dare attack Britain, which was at its zenith, with an army of this caliber... that monster is either arrogant or has the confidence to back it up.

......

In a city in the northernmost part of Britain.

The lowly king transformed into a demonic dragon, lying atop the castle as if asleep, emitting deafening snores.

The knights guarding the dragon outside the castle were trembling in fear, unable to withstand the dragon's power.

Vortigern's body was fair and slender, but extremely ugly, covered with strange nodules and scars.

The most conspicuous wound on his chest, judging by its size alone, seemed capable of tearing Vortigern in two.

This is precisely the damage that Uther and Anno inflicted on Vortigern when they joined forces, and Vortigern was just a hair's breadth away from being killed by the two of them.

But he survived, and became even more terrifying and powerful.

His return is both destiny and revenge.

......

A month later, much like the rhythm of that year, the invincible army led by the Knight King swept through the Saxons, and led soldiers and knights to gather outside the city where the dragon lurked.

Anno pleaded, "Your Majesty, please let the ordinary people go back. Ordinary people cannot withstand the dragon's breath."

Arthur thought for a second and nodded: "Then, let me, Annoqing, Gao Wenqing, and I enter the city to slay the dragon."

Gao Wen had no objection: "I will obey the king's command."

After making the arrangements, Arthur led the two knights into the city early the next morning.

The Saxons in the city had been driven away, and the air was thick with mist and the smell of blood, but not a single corpse could be seen.

The three of them cautiously made their way towards the castle.

From the castle, the dragon's eyes watched them.

He revealed himself, his voice booming: "Arthur, come and meet your uncle!"

Then came a breath.

Anno narrowed his eyes, moved in front of Arthur and Gawain, and drew his Chalk, splitting Vortigern's breath in two.

He looked at Vortigern, his voice filled with barely concealed anger: "Vortigern, it's time to settle the score!"

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Chapter 80 The Island That Loses Its Temper

Vortigern's attention had been focused on Arthur until Anno stepped forward and cut through his breath, at which point he noticed the man.

The familiar armor had become old and worn, and the long black hair had turned gray. The only thing that remained unchanged was the posture of standing with the sword in hand.

"It's you! The knight who interfered with my duel with Yuther!" Vortigern roared, flapping his wings as his massive body crushed towards Anno and the other two.

“Vortigern, I have come to you as the King of Britain to destroy you.” Arthur stood before Vortigern in fury, raising his sword of victory and gold.

"Why resist!"

"Why deny it!"

"Why do you consider yourself a human being!"

Vortigern's dragon head is shrouded in mystery, filled with questioning and roaring despair.

"Britain must be destroyed, and you must be exterminated!"

"If this island is destined to be defiled by humans, then I will use my own hands to restore it to its pristine state!"

"—Turn great Britain into hell. A dark paradise where humanity will never be able to live!"

In just a few seconds, a distance of thousands of meters was nothing to the dragon.

"Your Majesty!" Gawain exclaimed urgently.

The sword in his hand is a reflection of the sun, burning away the evil hammer.

Raising the sun's rays, the holy sword emitted a holy light that destroyed evil.

"Gallatin!!!"

However, the white evil dragon was surrounded by an ominous black aura, like a midday shadow, and the light of the holy sword was instantly swallowed up by the darkness.

Anno let out a breath.

"This is the sword that cuts off all evil, even if it means being stained with the blood of the enemy."

"The Silver End of the Non-human Beings and Their Enemies!"

Unlike Gawain's intense and violent holy light, Anno's "Chalk" had a heavy and pale holy light.

"Chalkiness: The Bloodstained Sword of Evil Breaker!!!"

Having already absorbed Gawain's light, Vortigern could no longer continue to devour it. The holy sword of chalk fell, forcibly stopping the enormous dragon.

A scorching breath pierced through the thick smoke and attacked the three of them, even hotter and more terrifying than the previous one.

Gawain followed Anno's example and barely managed to cleave through the breath, but the giant claw that followed the breath was difficult to defend against.

Arthur and Anno stretched out their swords to help Gawain defend himself, but even as the swords pierced flesh, the dragon's claws continued their relentless advance, and Gawain, unable to dodge in time, was sent flying.

Gao Wen planted his sword on the ground, forcibly stopping himself, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.