In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Compared to them, only the blond boy seemed somewhat ordinary. Although he didn't know why the boy kept his head down, once he realized the extraordinary nature of Artoria and the others, how could Duke Lukan really treat him as an ordinary person?

Perhaps this person is the real trump card.

After some investigation, the Duke of Lukan suddenly realized that the new king's entourage consisted of many formidable figures.

No wonder the other party could utter such arrogant words as "the chosen king of Camelot, the destined ruler of Britain".

Even so, it's really wishful thinking for them to conquer a country of 100,000 people with just these few people.

That's why the other side thought of coming to Lucammons, with the aim of borrowing troops from us.

In the past, he certainly wouldn't have missed such an opportunity. After all, they had the advantage of timing, location, and popular support, making their chances of winning extremely high. If they succeeded, he could also take the opportunity to improve his reputation and gain favor with the new king. The Lucan family's status in Camelot would also rise accordingly, and perhaps the title of duke could be passed down for several more generations.

By any measure, this is a sure-fire way to make money.

But now...

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” Duke Lucan said with a wry smile, “Lucammons is indeed short-handed right now.”

"What does this mean?" Yanan asked in confusion. As a border city of Camelot, Lucanmons should have at least three thousand elite soldiers. Why is Duke Lucan saying that he can't spare any manpower?

Was it because he didn't want to get involved in this mess? But that shouldn't be the case. With Lucan's keen insight, it's impossible that he couldn't have discovered the huge potential profits hidden within.

"because......."

Before Lukan could finish speaking, a young man in silver armor suddenly rushed into the hall.

He had a handsome face that made it difficult to tell if he was male or female. His long silver hair was tied back, and his leaf-like green eyes were soft yet firm. He was tall and slender, with a white cloak draped over his back. His right sleeve was empty, without a single thing on it.

Yanan's eyes widened instantly.

Looking at that face, a familiar name immediately came to mind.

“Bedwell?” Duke Lucan stood up, looking at his younger brother with a puzzled expression. “What brings you here?”

“Brother.” Bedivere completely failed to notice Yanan, who was sitting in the head seat, his eyes revealing obvious anxiety.

"The beast tide is coming again!"

Chapter Twenty-One: The Beast Tide

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On the towering city walls, magical runes lit up one after another, and a clear and pure radiance filled every corner. Even without torches, it illuminated everything within a ten-meter radius, making it look like a radiant city from afar.

"Quick! Quick!"

The well-equipped soldiers ran quickly back to their posts. Although it was late at night, their backs were still straight as javelins, their expressions solemn as they gazed into the distance.

Crossbows, catapults, oil... all sorts of war supplies had already been moved to the city walls. With these things, even an army of ten thousand men could be easily defended against an attack.

For some reason, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere lingered here, and everyone remained silent, as if it were the calm before a storm.

"Have the garrison commander in the east of the city report the number of soldiers to me as soon as possible, and also send another thousand bows and arrows to the west of the city."

Bedivere was issuing orders methodically when he suddenly noticed a strange gaze on him. Turning around, he saw a boy with black hair and black eyes.

"Your Majesty, did I do something wrong?" He seemed slightly uneasy.

On his way here, he already knew the identity of the boy in front of him. Although he didn't know why this new king, who had been making headlines in Camelot recently, would come to Lucammons, Bedivere's upbringing from childhood still made him full of respect for Anan.

“It’s nothing. I just didn’t expect that Duke Lukan would have a younger brother, and that it would be you,” Yanan said with a smile.

Bedwell looked puzzled. From what the other person was saying, it seemed like they knew him very well.

It's more than just familiar.

Players who have played Chapter 6 of the game will generally be familiar with the somewhat androgynous silver-armored knight in front of them.

The weakest of the Knights of the Round Table was the sole survivor of the Battle of Camlann, witnessing King Arthur's final moments.

To atone for his mistakes, he, in his mortal body, traveled alone for 1,500 years to reach the ends of the earth, offering final peace to the king he had once served.

Yanan had expected to encounter the other party, but he did not expect that Bedivere was actually a member of the Lucan family and the younger brother of the current head of the family.

Fate is truly an unpredictable thing.

“Lord Bedivere.” Arnan stepped forward, leaning against the city wall, gazing at the shadowy, dense jungle in the distance. “Could you please explain to me what exactly is going on with this beast tide?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Bedivere nodded, pondered for a moment, and organized his thoughts before saying, “The initial beast tide occurred half a month ago. We were caught off guard that time, and in order to buy time to activate our defensive spells, we had no choice but to go out and meet the enemy. In the end… we sacrificed five hundred soldiers.”

A hint of sadness flickered in those jewel-like blue eyes, which then transformed into determination.

"After that, there were two more beast tides, each about seven days apart, but this time, for some reason, it only lasted two days..."

"Did you ask Camelot for help?" Yanan asked.

“Of course, we sent people to Camelot from the beginning, but my brother said that it would take at least two more months before they send troops over,” Bedivere said with a wry smile.

Yanan frowned slightly: "Have you sent anyone to investigate the cause of the beast tide?"

“We sent out three teams to investigate, but in the end, not a single one came back,” Bedwell said in a low voice.

Yanan stroked his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Lancelot, Artoria, and Kai, the three of you go to the other three city gates and help the soldiers there defend the city."

“But, my king, your safety…” Artoria hesitated.

"This is an order."

The voice was calm, yet it possessed an undeniable power.

Artoria took a deep breath and nodded:

"Yes, I understand."

The three bowed slightly to Yanan and then turned to leave.

“Thank you for your help, Your Majesty.” Bedivere’s face showed gratitude as he bowed deeply to Anan.

“Lucammons is Camelot’s territory, and it is my duty to protect it,” Yanan said, turning to Guinevere beside him. “Are you sure you don’t want to go into the city to hide? It might be a bit dangerous here later.”

“It’s alright.” Guinevere smiled and shook her head. “As long as you’re here, this is the safest place.”

"You really think too highly of me." Yanan smiled helplessly.

"Your Majesty, you are really biased! I am also risking my life to be here with you!" Merlin said indignantly.

Yanan said calmly, "I only hope that if danger really arises later, you can run a little slower."

"Your Majesty, it's truly disheartening to hear you say that," Merlin sighed. "I am, after all, the Great Sage of Britain. Besides being fast, I have other strengths, you know?"

He tapped his staff lightly, and suddenly a large number of pink petals emerged from beneath his feet, spreading outwards as if they were alive. In just a few breaths, they covered the entire city wall, looking like a piece of floral armor from afar.

Such an unusual change naturally attracted the attention of the others. When they realized that it was all the work of the flower magician wielding the staff, they couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

"Thank you so much for your help, Lord Merlin!" Bedivere was even more excited; the legendary Great Sage had actually come to his aid in person.

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly: "What exactly are you planning?"

"Guess?" Merlin's familiar, wicked smile reappeared on his face.

Yanan looked on with suspicion. This perennial slacker was actually willing to take action himself. Could it be that the sun was going to rise in the west tomorrow?

Rumble...

A powerful tremor, as strong as an earthquake, suddenly came from beneath my feet. Thick smoke billowed from the distant woods, as if giants from legends were moving mountains and filling seas, and the entire earth was groaning in agony from the unbearable weight.

The soldiers standing on the city wall tensed instantly, gripping their weapons tightly.

The thick smoke drew closer and soon emerged from the woods, revealing the truth beneath.

It was a herd of demonic boars! At a glance, there were at least a thousand of them. The smaller ones were no bigger than babies, while the larger ones were as tall as two adults. They charged towards us like small mountains, their overwhelming momentum sending chills down our spines.

Imperial Edict ——————

The piercing shriek cut through the sky like a sharp sword, and the Duke of Lukan's deep voice echoed in the ears of every soldier.

"All troops, prepare to meet the beast tide!"

Chapter Twenty-Two: Bedwell's Art of Conducting

In the Type-Moon universe, dragons and monsters are probably the two most memorable types of monsters.

The latter is even more well-known.

This is mainly thanks to a certain green-haired female archer who becomes a berserker when she puts on pigskin and has some strange patterns on her belly, a man who is skilled in both gun and sword but was killed by a demonic pig, and a certain Star Holy Sword wielder who is nicknamed the Pig-Slaughtering Prince because he has a special attack against giant monsters.

While boars aren't exactly mythical creatures, there are still anomalies like the Caludon Boar, which can easily devour even dragons. For many heroes, these temperamental and incredibly strong monsters have played a significant role in their growth.

But Yanan felt that even those legendary heroes probably had never seen such a scene before.

Thousands of demonic boars surged forward like a tidal wave, their heavy footsteps shaking the earth. Some of the more unusual ones, standing four or five meters tall, resembled small hills as they charged forward with a thunderous roar, a sight that was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Bedivere stared intently at the horde of boars, his handsome face calm and composed, seemingly unaffected by their immense power.

He only swung his remaining arm when the boar herd was about fifty meters away from Lukammons.

"Fire arrows!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

A dense barrage of arrows rained down on the horde of demonic boars, instantly turning the sky into a shower of blood. Sharp, piercing screams echoed through the heavens, bringing a look of exhilaration to many faces.

Bedivere's timing was perfect; at this distance, the arrows were powerful enough to penetrate the boar's incredibly thick hide and inflict effective damage.

Three volleys of arrows rained down, and at least three hundred demonic boars fell to the ground. Their companions, who followed, trampled over their corpses without hesitation, creating a bloody and cruel scene.

Bedwell remained calm, showing no sign of joy or smugness after his success, and simply issued the next round of orders.

"Catapults, suppress!"

The slingers, who were already prepared, cut the ropes, and boulders as thick as a person's embrace fell from the sky, crashing into the herd of demonic boars like meteorites, instantly knocking them over.

"hold head high!--"

A sharp screech, a painful howl, splattered blood—a giant boulder falling from a height of more than ten meters possessed a power no less than that of a magician's fireball spell. The entire land seemed to have been plowed, revealing countless huge pits, inside which lay the mangled corpses of demonic boars.

A well-prepared bombardment of stones resulted in the loss of over a hundred members of the boar horde. Although the number seemed to be much smaller than the previous round, all the boars eliminated this time were large boars over one meter tall. In terms of results, the campaign was remarkably effective.

"hold head high!!"

The remaining dozen or so giant wild boars, some exceeding three meters or even reaching five meters in length, roared angrily. Although the two previous attacks had posed no real threat to them, the pain from the blows on their skin was undeniable. Coupled with the pervasive stench of blood in the air, this further fueled the primal ferocity in their blood.