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

……

The sky had lost its sunlight and was covered with dark clouds.

As the black mist dissipated, the massive white body of the demonic dragon vanished without a trace, leaving behind only an old man dressed in black armor.

The old man was withered and frail, with a golden sword of certain victory stuck in his heart, his body covered in blood, yet a maniacal smile played on his lips.

Arthur and Anno stood silently, watching the old man slowly walk toward death.

The old man let out a shrill laugh, which, accompanied by the sound of rain, was extremely eerie and disgusting.

"Hahahahaha..."

"King of Britain, my nephew..."

"You may win, but I will not lose!"

"...A bunch of fools. In their attempt to overthrow a tyrant, they have brought about further destruction. My brother, son of Uther, you cannot save this country. You cannot bring victory to mankind."

His tone was wild and disordered.

Because—

The old man's voice was not drowned out by the rain and rang out clearly.

Wang approached the old man step by step.

"Because, the mysterious era is about to end."

"Next comes the age of civilization, the age of humankind."

"The power at your core cannot coexist with humanity."

"As long as you live, Britain has no future."

The old man was hysterical, screaming one sentence after another.

"Curse it! The Britain of yesteryear is long gone!"

Arthur went to the old man, his uncle.

With a relaxed smile: "Britain will not perish."

"Because I am still alive."

As she spoke, she slowly pulled the golden sword of certain victory from Vortigern's chest.

Vortigern didn't roar or shout; he simply looked at Arthur with a mocking, manic gaze.

The sword was drawn, and Voodoo's life ended with it.

Anno watched silently as Vortigern walked towards his end, then looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

My friend Yuther, my king Yuther…

He suppressed his joy and regret, collecting the chalk fragments piece by piece.

Vottigan's inner conflict has completely dissipated.

What saddened Anno even more was the death of Chalk.

This holy sword was forged by the Lady of the Lake and given to him by Merlin. Thinking about it carefully, this sword has been with him for more than twenty years.

He placed the chalk fragments in a package, a complete loss.

As Arthur looked at the elderly knight, he suddenly noticed a slight hunchback in his once upright figure.

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Chapter 84 Excalibur

Vortigern died, and Arthur, out of respect for his opponent, buried him in the crater he had fallen into.

Anno placed the fragments of chalk in a package, which he hung on his chest along with the empty scabbard, and carried the heavily wounded and unconscious Gawain on his back.

The three of them found the soldier in charge of providing backup and returned to Camelot.

Upon arriving in Camelot, Merlin surprisingly returned.

In recent years, Merlin has rarely appeared in Camelot.

He returned to treat the three men's injuries, all of whom had been wounded in the battle.

Gao Wen suffered severe internal injuries, a fractured right femur, several broken ribs, and obvious external injuries to his back and back of the head. He was the most seriously injured of the three.

Arthur suffered a fracture in his left wrist, with few external injuries but some displacement of internal organs.

Anno's left arm was broken again, but it wasn't too serious. His internal organs were also displaced, and he suffered extensive burns all over his body.

After this battle, Arthur realized her shortcomings. As the Queen of Britain, she did not have a good weapon, which was why she almost failed to kill Vortigern at the last moment.

She asked her unreliable court magician where she could obtain powerful weapons.

Merlin smiled and replied, "Once you're healed, I will take you to obtain the weapon you are destined for."

...One month later.

Merlin led Arthur and Anno to the shore of the sacred lake.

Anno stood by the lake, scattered fragments of chalk into the water, and sighed deeply.

The chalk will come to an end here.

A new life will also be born here.

The three watched in silence as the fragments of chalk sank to the bottom of the lake, as if bidding farewell to a friend.

Once the chalk fragments were completely invisible, Merlin stepped forward, picked up a sword with a scabbard from the water, and handed it to Arthur.

Arthur drew the sword and examined it closely, playing with it.

The gold and blue hilt and the jewel-like blade are breathtakingly beautiful.

Arthur tried to wield it, creating a series of sword flourishes.

Merlin explained, "This is a divinely forged weapon crafted from the core of a planet, Excalibur, also known as the Steel-Breaking Sword, or—"

Anno continued, "Excalibur."

Arthur looked at the sword in his hand with satisfaction.

Merlin watched Arthur admiring the sword and remembered something.

He asked solemnly, "Arthur, my king, will you choose the sword to protect Britain, or the scabbard?"

"Your Majesty, please consider this carefully and make your choice wisely," Anno said, as if a thought had crossed his mind.

Arthur smiled confidently and said without hesitation, "If it's about protecting Britain, then naturally I'll choose the blade!"

Merlin sighed and said regretfully, "The scabbard is more precious than the blade. It is the embodiment of the concept of the fairy land and is an impenetrable defense. Arthur, you must protect it well and never lose it."

Arthur nodded, sheathed Excalibur back into Avalon, and said to Anno, "Well then, Lord Anno, I shall return now. The war has just ended, and Camelot needs me."

Anno knelt on one knee: "Understood, Your Majesty."

Arthur turned and left the sacred lake, leaving Merlin and Anor behind.

Two old men sat by the sacred lake, waiting for the chalk to be reborn.

"It's a real pity that the king still chose the blade." Merlin sighed.

“It doesn’t matter.” Anno said indifferently, “If one chooses the scabbard of maintaining the status quo, then one is no longer a king.”

"It was precisely because of this confidence and decisiveness that she was able to pull the sword out of the stone."

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Chapter 85 Lancelot and Galahad

The fragments of chalk, along with the sword hilt, sank to the bottom of the lake. The fairies in the lake collected these fragments, intending to forge a new sword for Anno.

The fairy said to Anno in distress, "A piece of chalk is missing, and I can't find it no matter how hard I look."

"Perhaps it really was lost on the battlefield," Anno smiled.

"Alright, I'll fill this gap with other materials." The lake fairy sighed, returned to the bottom of the lake, and went back to the fairy's land.

She was in a bad mood; she was going to lose money again.

......

A figure appeared on the battlefield between Arthur and his two companions and Vortigern.

A figure draped in a black robe arrived at Vortigern's tomb.

"uncle..."

"Let my niece borrow your bloodline for a while..."

"After all, without your bloodline, I really don't have the confidence to defeat that knight with those vile inhumans..."

......

Lancelot arrived at the sacred lake.

He was leading a small-scale war on the island of Ireland and could not return to Camelot in a short time, so he could not go to Vortigern's battlefield.

Upon returning to Camelot, he heard the news that the King and Anno had been injured.

After visiting Wang and Gawain, who had regained consciousness, Lancelot immediately headed to the Sacred Lake.

But when he arrived at the sacred lake, he was dumbfounded.

Her own father was holding a baby, smiling kindly.

"Galahad, give Grandpa a smile!"

"Ya ya!" The white-haired baby let out a tender laugh and reached out his chubby little hand to grab Anno's nose.

Lancelot approached Anno with a question in his mind: "Father, how are you feeling?"

“My son, Lancelot,” Anno smiled at Lancelot, “I am fully recovered.”

Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief.

Galahad lost his smile as soon as Lancelot approached. When the father and son met eyes, Galahad opened his mouth wide and burst into tears.

"Wow--"