In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Its already enormous body swelled even more, its black surface crisscrossed with vein-like patterns, its eyes grew even redder, and the aura emanating from its body became increasingly ferocious. It accelerated once more, charging towards the massive city wall blocking its path.

Rumble!!

The earth roared, the air trembled, and as people gazed at the monster that resembled a mountain of flesh, the fear etched deep into their genes since ancient times was awakened once more. Many trembled all over, and fine beads of cold sweat slid down their cheeks.

Yanan lowered his eyes slightly and silently reached for the Stone Sword at his waist.

"Stay calm!"

A soft shout, like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, made the soldiers quickly calm down as they looked at the one-armed knight standing at the front, and they gripped their weapons tightly once more.

Bedivere stared intently at the dozen or so enormous magical boars until they entered Lucamont's field of light, then suddenly swung his arm down.

"put!"

Whoosh!

A massive crossbow bolt, three or four meters long and as thick as an adult's arm, detached from its mount with a heavy thud. The gleaming silver tip mercilessly pierced the body of the colossal demonic boar, causing large amounts of blood to gush out like a fountain. The boar let out a painful howl, its advance abruptly halted.

"It's a success!" Only then did a slight smile finally appear on Bedivere's face.

Yanan couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

As is well known, the most powerful offensive of the Demon Boar is its first charge – with the kinetic energy from running a long distance and its own terrifying weight, it can easily knock away opponents more than three times its own size, and even a boulder in its path will be smashed to pieces.

Not to mention this kind of charge launched by thousands of demonic boars.

Even in his Black Dragon form, Anan dared not resist with his physical body alone.

If they were to crash into the city walls like that, Lucamont's defensive spells would probably be crippled in half instantly.

But Bedwell, through his skillful command, managed to repel the first wave of attacks.

The first volley of arrows targeted the small magical boars, the second volley of catapults targeted the large magical boars, and finally, facing the most troublesome and threatening super-large magical boar, he chose to use the most powerful crossbow bolts to resist.

The entire process not only demonstrated his strong strategic planning ability, but also served as a tremendous test of his character.

Despite facing such a savage and terrifying enemy, he remained calm and issued orders methodically. Even as the colossal demonic boar closed in, he never lost his composure until the enemy was within range of the crossbow bolts, at which point he decisively gave the order to attack.

He firmly grasped the overall situation while paying close attention to the small details, meticulously calculating each step he would take, and luring the demonic boars into the pre-set trap little by little. These powerful and savage monsters were like dolls in his hands, completely at his mercy.

“As expected of a member of the Round Table, Bedivere, you are truly a born conductor,” Yanan exclaimed.

He sensed that there was no need for him to take action anymore.

The first wave of attacks was abruptly halted. The subsequent attacks by the boar horde posed no threat to the walls, which had been protected by defensive spells and adorned with Merlin's Flower Magic. The soldiers on the walls patiently attacked them with bows, boulders, crossbow bolts, and torches. The boars, unable to posed a threat to the enemies on higher ground, could only roar in frustration as they fell to the dense rain of arrows.

The outcome of this war between barbarism and civilization is now completely decided.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Repel the enemy from the outside, defend the country from within.

The war lasted all night, until the first light of dawn appeared on the distant horizon, and the last demonic boar lost its life with a mournful cry of despair.

"ended."

No one knows who said that first, but the rest of the soldiers immediately collapsed to the ground as if they had fallen apart.

There were no cheers, no celebrations; the intense fighting that had continued all night had left them with no strength left to even stand up.

Bedwell rubbed his temples, his eyes bloodshot, his face showing uncontrollable exhaustion.

"It's finally over." He sighed softly.

Anan walked to the wall and looked down. About half of the defensive spells etched on the city wall had exhausted their magic. Countless boar carcasses lay piled up like small mountains beneath the wall, their crimson blood staining the earth a deep purplish-black. Everywhere was devastation, with craters left by crashing boulders. An apocalyptic desolation pervaded the landscape.

Guinevere's face turned slightly pale; the intense, nauseating smell of blood made her quite uncomfortable.

Tread-

Heavy footsteps sounded, and Duke Lukan, dressed in silver armor, walked from a distance.

It was clear that he wasn't in good condition; he looked haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still had a relaxed smile on his face.

“Thank you for your help, Your Majesty. Your subordinates have been of great assistance to us.” He sincerely thanked Anahn.

This is not flattery. In last night's battle against the beast tide, Lancelot and Artoria both played significant roles. One jumped off the city wall and wiped out the strongest demonic boars, greatly reducing the pressure on the city's defenses. The other took over the command and, with battlefield intuition no less than Bedivere's, easily kept the demonic boars at bay.

Kai and Duke Lukan were on the same front, and the blond boy who could shoot ordinary arrows like crossbow bolts also left a very deep impression on him.

Although even without their help, Lucamont still has a good chance of stopping this beast tide, the price he would have to pay would be many times higher.

“No need to be so polite, Duke Lukan. As I told your brother before, since Lukanmons is Camelot’s city, I have a duty to protect it,” Yanan said with a smile.

“Your kindness and nobility shine as brightly as the sun in the sky,” exclaimed the Duke of Lukan.

He looked at the soldiers lying haphazardly on the ground around him, a bitter smile appearing on his face: "Your Majesty, now you should know why I said that Lucammons no longer has any extra troops."

Following his gaze, Yanan sighed softly, "Yes, I understand now."

“Even now, we don’t know the real cause of this beast tide, nor do we know when it will end. Until reinforcements arrive, our soldiers cannot step out of the city to defend Lucanmons.” Duke Lucan gave a bitter smile. “So, I’m very sorry, Your Majesty, I am truly powerless to help you now.”

“No need to apologize, Duke Lukan. As a lord, it is your duty to protect your people. You did not choose to give up or run away in the face of a barbaric enemy, but have persisted until now. For that alone, you have done more than enough.”

Yanan smiled and offered some words of comfort to the Duke of Lukan.

Lukan was both moved and ashamed. When he was in trouble, the new king had extended a helping hand to him without hesitation, but when the other party needed help, he had chosen to stand by and watch. Such a stark contrast made him feel extremely ashamed.

"Besides, I have never admitted that I came to borrow troops from you."

Duke Lukan looked up in astonishment and saw a meaningful smile on Anahn's lips.

"But...but if you don't have troops, Your Majesty, how will you conquer the Kingdom of Ghana?" Duke Lukan was completely bewildered.

“When did I ever say that I had no troops under my command?” Anahn smiled.

Duke Lukan was even more confused. Could the new king's mention of military strength refer to those few subordinates?

He acknowledged that those individuals were all exceptional, but for them to challenge a nation of 100,000 people with just a few of them was surely a bit too presumptuous.

Lucan felt it necessary to advise the new king not to make a grave mistake due to a moment of impulsiveness!

"Your Majesty, you..."

Just as Duke Lukan opened his mouth, the familiar tremor suddenly came from beneath his feet again.

Rumble!!

Thick smoke rose from afar, almost exactly the same as the scene last night.

"What's going on! Wasn't the beast tide over? How come it's back again!?" Duke Lukan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

Bedwell's eyes were also filled with intense astonishment.

Yanan gazed into the distance, looking in the direction from which the thick smoke rose, his eyes narrowing slightly: "This time, it's not a beast tide."

"Not a beast tide?" Duke Lukan was taken aback. "Then what is it?"

Yanan said calmly, "It's an army."

"An army?" Duke Lucan was completely bewildered. Why would an army suddenly appear behind Lucanmons?

"However, they are not human armies."

The commotion drew everyone's attention. The soldiers, their bodies exhausted, forced themselves to stay alert and looked at the thick smoke in the distance.

Soon, they finally saw the enemy's true face.

“Mountain Giant…” Duke Lukan’s eyes were completely filled with horror as he looked at the enormous figure.

“Chimeras…” Bedivere couldn’t help but gape when he noticed the three-headed monsters at the foot of the mountain giant.

"This is too absurd! How could such a thing happen!" Duke Lukan couldn't believe his eyes. "These two are clearly ancient mythical creatures from the Age of Gods that have long since disappeared. Even if there were any remnants, they should have fallen into slumber long ago. How could they appear here in broad daylight! And so many of them at that!"

As scions of noble families, Bedivere and the Duke of Lucan were naturally familiar with various mythological texts. In addition, with the guidance of specialized teachers, their knowledge in this area was naturally more detailed than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, at this moment, they also experienced a more intense shock than ordinary people.

Mountain giants and chimeras are fantasy species that far surpass wyverns. They are fantasy creatures that have long disappeared from the annals of history. Why are so many of them appearing here now?

"I don't believe this will happen!" A mad glint flashed in the Duke of Lukan's eyes. He snatched a bow and arrow from a soldier beside him, drew it to its full extent, and fired it into the distance.

The swiftly flying arrow, traveling over a hundred meters, struck the mountain giant's body. Apart from a slight white spot, the body, composed entirely of rock, remained completely unharmed.

“How…is this possible…” Lukan’s eyes were gradually filled with despair.

Having just endured a night of fierce fighting, Lucammons' soldiers were now at their most exhausted and unable to exert much fighting power.

Moreover, even if they were in perfect condition, what chance would they have of winning against these hundreds of fantastical creatures that surpassed even wyverns?

“Gone, Lucammons, completely gone…” He slumped down, putting down his bow, his eyes utterly gloomy.

An arm covered in silver armor suddenly reached out in front of him.

He subconsciously looked up and saw an extremely familiar face.

“Bedwell........”

“Please stand up, brother.” Bedivere looked at him firmly. “You are the ruler of Lucammons, you cannot fall here.”

“It’s no use, Bedivere, we have no hope left…” Lucan shook his head with a bitter smile.

"No, elder brother, please look around."

Lucan turned his head in astonishment and saw that the soldiers who had been lying on the ground were standing up one by one. Although their faces were still filled with undisguised exhaustion, their backs were still straight as javelins!

Holding their own weapons, they stood silently at their posts, and even though the enemy was a legendary monster, not one of them chose to back down.

“Please stand up, brother,” Bellville repeated, his eyes utterly earnest. “Lucammons is not down yet.”

An indescribable warmth flowed through his heart, and two streams of hot tears slid down Lukan's cheek. He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Another voice suddenly rang out.

“That’s right, Duke Lukan. Since Lukanmons hasn’t fallen, you, as the lord, can’t easily admit defeat here.”

“Your Majesty…” Duke Lukan stared blankly at Annan.

Yanan smiled at him, turned to look at the soldiers behind him, and said loudly:

"Soldiers of Lucammons, I have truly felt your belief and will to not retreat even when facing a powerful enemy, and I am sincerely pleased about it."

"Lucammons did not fail in his mission—to hold back the enemy from the outside and defend the country from within. Such indomitable courage will be etched in every inch of British soil, and I, the King, hope that this glory will be passed down to future generations, bringing new strength to the future of mankind!"

"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully! In response to this belief, I, the king, will now present you with this magnificent victory!"