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

The non-human realm, with the help of human traitors, has invaded the human world.

This is their last chance. Soon, the Age of Gods will come to a complete end, and the decline of the Great Source will completely sever the connection between the human world and the non-human world. At that time, no matter how hard the two knights who are Vortigern bodies search for weak points in space, they will not be able to tear open a rift to let them into the human world.

......

Arthur solemnly recounted the events to the old man.

Anno did not answer immediately.

He stood up silently, and his hunched body gradually straightened as he walked.

He lifted the white sheet, revealing Gareth's pale, bewildered face.

Recalling the adorable way this little girl used to train so hard in front of him, Anuo felt a pang of heartache.

Galahad looked at Anno, somewhat worried about his grandfather's condition.

No one knows the truth of the matter now.

“Agravin, Gawain, Gahoris,” Anno murmured the names.

The three of them looked at Anno with heavy, sorrowful eyes.

"I will find out the truth." His face was aged, but his voice was firm and resolute. "I will bring those two bastards back!"

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Chapter Ninety-Four: The Holy Lance Rungomminiad

The inhuman creatures invaded at an astonishing speed; the Camelot Royal Court received the news that very evening.

A non-human race opened a portal from the west of Britain, as if intending to use the full force of their race to invade the human world and Britain.

This situation is unprecedented.

King Arthur had no choice but to temporarily set aside his grief over the loss of one Knight of the Round Table and the rebellion of two others, and ordered the remaining knights to reorganize their army and head to the west of Britain to suppress the inhuman races.

Unexpectedly, the elderly knight Anno, who had left the Round Table, also donned his armor once more, took up the holy sword [Guardian Chalk], and stood in King Arthur's army, to King Arthur's right.

The sudden and enormous change caught everyone off guard, and only the speed at which Britain was assembling its army could give Arthur some reassurance.

She went to the armory, where her lance was displayed—a weapon of immense power that she dared not use normally.

The Holy Lance, Rungomminiad.

This was a year ago, when Merlin used his last chance to appear in the world to lead Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table to an island in the far north of Britain.

On that island lies the projection of the "Tower of the End of the Universe," discovered by Merlin, onto Earth—a dazzling pillar of light standing tall on the land.

The Knights of the Round Table issued their respective [bindings] around the projection of the Tower of the End.

At that time, Anno had not yet left the Round Table. The King should have spoken last, so Anno, the eldest and most powerful, first established his own constraints on the Holy Light.

"It must be a fight for humanity."

After Anno established his own obligations, the other Knights of the Round Table also established their own obligations to the Holy Light.

"We must fight for survival." - Kai

"One must fight against those stronger than oneself." - Bedivere

“It must be a one-on-one battle,” said Balmidi.

"One must not go against humanity." — Gahoris

“We must fight for the truth.” — Agguwen

"One must not be an enemy of the elves." - Lancelot

“We must fight against evil.” Mordred.

"We must not fight for personal gain." - Galahad

"We must fight for honor." - Lanmarok

"We must fight alongside the brave." - Gareth

"Never make enemies of good people." - Percival

"We must fight for the future." - Bindu

“It must be the king’s decision,” Gawain said.

The holy light projected from the Tower of the End, bound by fourteen magical forces, has taken on the shape of a gun.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur laid down the final "binding".

"It must be a war to save the world."

The holy light transformed into a divine spear that fell from the sky. King Arthur grasped the handle and raised it high.

She gave the Holy Lance a name: Rungominiad.

The souls of the heroes are bound to the Holy Lance; only when the constraint is met can they unleash some of its power.

The prerequisite for fulfilling the constraints is the "Round Table Council" of souls, where the souls of heroes decide whether to unlock the power of the Holy Lance.

After the scabbard of the Holy Sword was lost, this Holy Lance became Arthur's most relied-upon power.

Arthur's sword sheath wasn't lost; rather, it was stolen by Morgan during one of his trips using certain methods.

After the theft, she tried everything to use or destroy the scabbard, but the scabbard seemed to have its own consciousness and refused Morgan's use.

Frustrated that he could neither use nor destroy Avalon, Morgan threw it into the sea, where it disappeared without a trace.

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Chapter Ninety-Five: Newborn Chalk, An Aging Knight

Leaving aside the monsters of varying strengths, the main force and vanguard of the non-human races invading the human world were undoubtedly the goblins and orcs that Anno had faced before.

Goblins are short in stature and have pitifully weak individual combat abilities, but their greatest advantage is their numbers.

Orcs are tall and strong, with extremely strong individual combat abilities, but their numbers are not large. The ones Anno saw at the border last time were almost a large part of the orcs.

The non-human races that invaded Britain this time numbered around 800,000 goblins, around 50,000 orcs, and over a million magical beasts of varying strengths.

Dark, inhuman races trampled human farmland, leveled human dwellings, and devoured human flesh and blood.

They moved with incredible speed; in just one day, dozens of cities near the portal were completely destroyed, with even the city walls being toppled and trampled into dust.

Human civilization appears utterly powerless against the iron heel of the inhuman.

However, this unstoppable momentum did not last long.

Because the lord of Britain and her knights had finally arrived.

The British soldiers stood like an iron wall, keeping the foreign invaders who roamed the ground at bay.

The soldiers are very strong; they can basically kill an orc one-on-one.

However, the alien species are not limited to beasts.

The knights and soldiers' iron wall was destroyed by flying monsters and bipedal dragons.

A bipedal wrathful dragon can snatch a soldier by simply swooping over him, then tear and gnaw at him before throwing him to the ground.

Bipedal wrathful creatures fly very fast, and few archers can keep up with their speed.

However, there were also the Knights of the Round Table.

Tristan played his beloved harp with elegance.

Tristan arrived at the battlefield wounded.

His ten fingers nimbly and quickly plucked the strings, producing a pleasant and light sound.

Behind the beautiful music are invisible arrows formed from the air, shot out by rapidly plucking the strings.

Tristan's air arrows could kill almost every monster or bipedal wyvern with just one shot.

Bindu, like a phantom, the fastest of the Knights of the Round Table, moved freely through the ranks of the aliens.

With almost every flash, Bindu could pierce a hole in the chest of an alien with his strangely shaped longsword.

Piercing the heart from behind—that's the knight who only hunts hearts.

Gawain's holy sword, imbued with the wrath of the sun, emitted a blazing holy light that would scorch any alien species that came into contact with it.

He is the knight representing the sun, wielding the holy sword that represents the sun.

The young Galahad held the core of the round table in his hands.

His gaze was unwavering as he struck the alien race with his shield.

Father, what happened to you? Why did you do such a thing?

Let me find you and then give you a beating!

"Drink!" The massive shield unleashed its formidable power, smashing a magical beast so hard that its head bled profusely.

Lanmarok brandished his massive lance, while knights like Kai and Gahoris fought valiantly among the soldiers.

Anno stood beside the king, his eyes filled with hatred and anger.

He dragged his aged body to the front of the line.

"An inhuman race—"

"My sword, reborn, has yet to drink your blood!"

He held the newly born "Guardian Chalk" on his chest.

"Take it—"

"Breaking Evil, Stained with Blood - Pale—"

"The Holy Sword (Chalkiness)!!!"

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Chapter Ninety-Six: The Magic of Interplay

A dazzling holy light poured down from the protective chalk, turning the alien species within a nearly kilometer radius to ashes before shooting straight into the sky, leaving only a path pierced by the holy light.

The soldiers, knights, and aliens all paused and looked toward the spot where the holy light was emitted.

Arthur gazed at the path still bearing traces of holy light and couldn't help but exclaim, "Lord Anno is still as powerful as ever!"