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

The Knights of the Round Table stared in disbelief at the old man standing at the front of the procession, panting heavily.

Among the members of the Round Table, very few had actually fought alongside Anno, and many knew little about this elderly knight.

Kai's mouth was practically splitting open with a grin: "Wow, Uncle Anno is amazing!"

Percival exclaimed, "This level of holy light—it's despair-inducingly powerful."

Galahad felt as if he were meeting his grandfather for the first time.

In his memory, his grandfather was usually a kind and learned old man. He was more like a scholar in armor than a knight.

But when Anno returned to the battlefield, Galahad discovered that the old man could emit such a light—like a miracle.

However, Anno, who is in the spotlight, is not doing well.

He's too old, and he has too many hidden injuries.

Both arms, especially the left arm, were trembling severely.

He remained in the posture of swinging the holy sword for more than ten seconds before he recovered.

He placed the chalk he was guarding on the ground, the blade striking the rock with a crisp sound.

The atrophied muscles were still strong, and the dry throat produced a loud and clear voice.

"This country! The country I protect!"

His body was like a wall, indestructible.

A commotion arose among the alien group.

But overall, we are still moving forward and fighting.

Anno frowned slightly and let out a long sigh.

Magical energy surged, and Anno exuded a terrifying pressure, causing even the stones on the ground to tremble as if dancing.

Gawain stood beside Anno, carrying his own Sword of Victory.

Arthur, holding Excalibur, stood before the two.

The magic was released without restraint, its quantity and quality so immense as to be suffocating.

When facing a single enemy, Tristan, Lanmarok, and Bindu might be more adept.

But when facing hordes of enemies, the light of the Holy Sword is the strongest!

The alien races sensed a serious threat from the three and pounced on them frantically, trying to stop the continued release of magic.

But at that moment, the knight wielding the holy shield appeared before the three of them.

"As the youngest and purest knight at the Round Table, I hereby declare—"

"The shield that bears the king's longing."

"I beg you, let your magic shine brightly!"

The young knight held up his shield, his white hair contrasting with his gleaming eyes.

A phantom of Camelot, made of magic, appeared in front of the three, blocking the alien races that wanted to interfere.

Anno's hand, which was holding the white chalk guard, trembled violently.

He had just unleashed the light of the holy sword once, and now he was very weak.

The pain traveled from his arm to his brain, but he still tried his best to hold onto the chalk in his hand.

Gao Wen looked at the elder with a hint of worry and pursed his lips.

All the alien species were blocked by the phantom of the Holy City, and the magic power released by the three of them reached its peak.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Anno's mouth, but he still wore a smile.

"Get out of the way, Lord Galahad!" Arthur shouted at Galahad, raising Excalibur.

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Intertwined Holy Light Destroys the Earth

"This sword is the embodiment of the sun. It is the Yang Flame that burns away all impurities!"

"This is the sword that severs all evil, willing to be stained with the blood of the enemy. The silvery end of the inhuman and the hostile!"

"The gathered breath of stars, the shimmering torrent of life—"

The words of the Holy Sword's release rang out, like the chanting of elves, and terrifying magic condensed into countless points of light around the three of them, beautiful and dreamlike.

"Yes!" Galahad quickly agreed, panting as he withdrew his magic and ran behind the three, to a place where the holy light could not reach.

The ground shattered, and layers of clouds rose. Even without the phantom of the Holy City around the three, no creature could get close. The shockwave formed by the immense magical power was enough to knock away any enemy.

"Gallatin!!!"

"Chalkiness!!!"

"Excalibur!!!"

The holy light poured down endlessly, golden, silvery, and crimson, intertwining, converging, and entwining.

It was more magnificent and terrifying than any other holy light.

Endless light enveloped the entire battlefield, relentlessly wiping out the alien races; even British soldiers were blown away by the rising wind pressure.

All three holy swords were crafted by the Lake Nymph Vivian, so their powers can naturally merge.

That is, 1+1+1 is greater than 3.

A few seconds later, the holy light disappeared.

The remaining magical sparkles shimmered on the battlefield.

The holy light released by the three of them together wiped out almost all the alien races within a range of several thousand meters, leaving no corpses behind. They all collapsed and melted in the holy light.

Only the shattered earth and a long, clearly bombarded path remained, proclaiming to all living beings the existence of the holy light.

The number of alien races was wiped out by more than half in one fell swoop.

The British generals and Knights of the Round Table quickly seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack with their soldiers.

On the other hand, after the Holy Light wiped out most of the alien races, the remaining alien races, whether intelligent or not, inevitably developed a deep fear of the Holy Light, which was nothing short of a miracle.

Fear arose, and their unstoppable momentum to invade the human world was completely worn away.

"Pfft—" Anuo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground.

"Annoqing!"

"Grandfather!" The people surrounding Anuo quickly checked on Anuo's condition.

Anno's aura was even weaker than before, and the feeling of weakness was permeating his body.

The release of the Holy Sword was already a heavy burden, and Anno, in his old age, had released it twice in a row, leaving him completely exhausted.

He weakly grasped Galahad's hand, forcing himself to stand up and using his magic to prevent himself from collapsing again.

“Grandfather, you have already—” Galahad said urgently.

Anno shook his head and looked towards the horizon.

“Your father, I can sense him, and the heir to the throne, are both there.” He pointed into the distance, his senses telling him that Lancelot and Mordred’s chaotic, familiar auras were there.

Arthur and Gawain looked up and saw a small hill. What lay behind the hill was unknown to them.

Anno took a few deep breaths, sheathed the white chalk sword he was guarding, and mounted his horse amidst the worried gazes of his juniors.

Arthur tried to persuade Anno to go back.

But Anno spoke first.

He looked at Arthur gently: "My king, Anor, a Knight of the Round Table, requests your right to participate in the war one last time."

Arthur closed his eyes and nodded with difficulty.

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Chapter Ninety-Eight Anno's Wrath

The king led the Knights of the Round Table, who commanded the British army, and forcefully repelled the invasion of the alien races.

The war lasted all day, but both sides stopped at night, except for a small number of nocturnal monsters.

Anno sat in his tent, where he rested with his grandson Galahad.

He lay down on the makeshift mat, still wearing his armor, and let out a long breath.

A feeling of weakness inevitably came from within my body; my hands ached, and it felt like my left hand had been fractured again.

But Anno's heart was beating passionately without her even realizing it.

He suddenly remembered that he had done the exact same thing when he was young.

The battlefield is a knight's true home...

Silent night...

The battle against the alien species continued smoothly on the second day.

The army pushed the battlefield back onto the hill, where everyone could finally see what was on the other side of the mountain.

“That’s… Father, and Lord Mordred?” Galahad exclaimed.

It was a spatial portal connecting heaven and earth. Lancelot and Mordred, still affected by Morgan Fiennes' magic [British Annihilation Style: Vortigern], were shrouded in darkness. One of them pulled on one side of the portal, continuing to expand it.

Inside the portal, one can see the scenery of a non-human realm, with countless magical beasts and goblins, and orcs emerging from within.

The gateway to the space was continuously expanded and strengthened.

An ominous feeling arose in everyone's heart.

Finally, after temporarily halting the alien race's advance up the mountain, Mordred and Lancelot stopped expanding the portal.

Arthur stopped swinging his sword and frowned as he looked at the portal.

The dragon's roar emanated from the inhuman realm.

The portal was finally stabilized enough to allow dragons, which were enormous in size and magical power, to pass through.

“Arrrrrrr————” Lancelot and Mordred let out inexplicable roars.