In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Yanan sighed and waved his hand helplessly: "Fine, call me whatever you want, Light of Destruction, Big Ivan, Little Boy, Fatty... Anyway, this is your territory, do whatever makes you happy."

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the string of strange names the king had mentioned, Duke Lukan was still very happy to have achieved his goal.

“Oh, and one more thing, Your Majesty,” the Duke of Lucan said carefully, “What are your thoughts on my brother, Bedivere?”

Yanan thought for a moment; "An excellent conductor, with a firm will and a strong heart, and most importantly, I saw the loyalty of a knight in his eyes."

With each word he spoke, the Duke of Lukan's smile deepened.

He turned to look at the door: "Did you hear that? Bedivere, His Majesty speaks very highly of you."

A one-armed knight clad in silver armor walked in from outside, his emerald eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement.

Bedivere never expected that he would receive such high praise from the new king after only meeting him once.

Especially the last sentence—the knight's loyalty, isn't that what he has always been pursuing?

For so many years, what he had longed for, what he had hoped for, what he had yearned for, was to be able to offer his whole loyalty to a monarch worthy of his trust!

Yanan smiled as he looked at Bedivere.

With his keen senses, he naturally knew that the other party had been hiding outside from the very beginning.

Those words were not flattery, but rather a true reflection of Bedivere in his mind.

After all, not everyone can face death calmly after living for 1,500 years for a vague and uncertain mission.

Bedivere took a deep breath, knelt on one knee before Anahn, bowed his head, and placed his only remaining left hand on his chest, saying:

"Bedwell, from this day forward, I relinquish all fame and fortune, forsake all glory, and dedicate this body to the great King of Camelot."

Yanan watched quietly for a while, then took out the sword in the stone from his waist and gently tapped Bedivere's shoulder three times.

Just like Lanmarok back then, Bedivere has now officially become his acknowledged knight.

The Duke of Lukan, standing to the side, could not contain his elation.

Although they missed the best opportunity before, now, thanks to Bedivere, the Lucan family is undoubtedly bound to the new king!

As long as Bedivere performs well in front of the new king, the more favor the Lucan family will receive, and the greater the benefits they will gain!

However, the king's knights were not limited to Bedivere alone. The purple-haired man named Lancelot was so brave that few in all of Britain could rival him. The blonde girl named Artoria, though she looked somewhat immature, was in no way inferior to Bedivere in military command. And her brother, Kai, was also one of the best in Britain.

With such strong competitors, it would be extremely difficult for Bedivere to stand out.

By the way, isn't the King going to attack the Kingdom of Ghana? This is a perfect opportunity for Bedivere to show off in front of the King.

However, the cause of the beast tide is still unknown, and it is unclear whether it will end or not. Sending soldiers to fight rashly would be too risky for Lukammons.

Besides, it's still uncertain whether Wang even needs their help now.

Just as Duke Lukan was in a state of great distress, a servant suddenly rushed in from outside, almost falling to the ground due to his speed.

“So reckless, what kind of behavior is this?” The Duke of Lukan frowned slightly.

The servant swallowed hard, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes: "Lord City Lord, something has happened outside!"

Lukan's eyes widened instantly, and he stood up: "The beast tide is here again!?"

"No...it's not a beast tide, it's an army! An army that appeared out of nowhere behind Lucammons."

"The army?" Duke Lukan's face was ashen. "How many people?"

"Probably... three hundred or so..."

"Three hundred?" Duke Lukan almost laughed in anger. "That's all the people you have? And you're telling me something terrible has happened?"

The attendant smiled wryly and said, "I can't explain it in just a few words. In short, you'll know once you go and see for yourself, Lord City Lord."

Duke Lukan snorted coldly: "I don't believe that a mere three hundred men can cause any trouble."

"That's not necessarily true, Duke Lukan. Underestimating your opponent because of their numbers could lead to a great loss."

Lukan turned his head in astonishment: "Your Majesty..."

Anan walked past Lukan with a smile: "Come, Duke Lukan, come with me to greet..."

"My army."

Chapter Twenty-Six: The King's Knights

On the city wall, soldiers in full armor stood at their posts, gripping their weapons firmly, their expressions solemn.

Yanan and the others stepped onto the city wall, gazing into the distance.

“It’s right there, Lord City Lord.”

Duke Lucan and Bedivere looked in the direction the servant was pointing, their eyes gradually filling with horror.

"That is..."

On the main road leading to Lucammons, a group of more than three hundred people were slowly making their way. Their armor was completely buried in sand and mud, and there were messy scratches everywhere. Almost no intact equipment could be seen. Their hair was also messy, and their faces were covered in dirt. At first glance, one might even mistake them for a group of refugees who had fled from other places.

But behind this group of refugees were the corpses of twenty wyverns!

That's the most advanced fantasy species of our time!

Even the most experienced and physically strong elite soldiers, with excellent equipment, would need to gather a team of at least thirty men to have any chance of defeating a wyvern.

Moreover, this is only what they can defeat. Wyverns are, after all, mythical creatures with the ability to fly, and their intelligence far surpasses that of ordinary magical beasts. If they sense something is wrong, they can simply fly into the sky and escape, leaving others helpless.

To completely kill a wyvern, at least two magicians skilled in binding magic or a well-coordinated army of over a hundred people would be needed to set a trap beforehand. Only then would there be a chance of success.

Lucan was certain that there were absolutely no magicians in this army of three hundred, because no magician would tolerate being so slovenly.

So, all twenty wyverns were killed by these three hundred people?

Such an absurd idea made Lucan instinctively ready to reject it, but when he noticed the refugees, his previously firm belief began to waver.

What kind of people were they? Their bodies were covered in filth, more destitute than beggars, but their eyes shone like torches, like pearls that had been washed clean of their impurities and were finally shining with their own dazzling light.

They walked in silence, each step firm and heavy. Despite being a group of over three hundred people, their formation remained perfectly intact, as if everyone shared a single brain. No verbal communication was needed; a single glance was enough for them to understand each other's meaning.

Especially that aura, that invincible aura like a long spear, it seemed that no matter how powerful the enemy was in front of them, they would never choose to retreat. The aura of everyone was condensed together, like a mountain crushing down!

Duke Lukan then understood why the attendant had looked so panicked when he came to report earlier.

Such a terrifying army could probably only be contended with by the legendary Roman soldiers who were like children of gods.

Duke Lukan glanced slightly at Anan beside him. If he hadn't misheard, the new king had said that these three hundred men were all his troops...

Artoria and the others, who arrived late, looked at the army with the same astonishment in their eyes.

“My king, those people are not…” Artoria looked at Anahn in surprise.

“That’s right.” Yanan nodded with a smile. “They were the knights who chose to embark on the trial path leading to the proof of their knighthood.”

A Knight's Proof? The Path of Trials?

The quick-witted Duke Lukan's eyes flickered slightly. His intuition told him that the army before him was definitely related to the Knight's Certificate and the Trial Path that the king had mentioned.

"It really is them..."

Artoria and Kai exchanged a glance, both seeing the same shock in each other's eyes.

Of everyone present, apart from Yanan, probably no one knew the army's original appearance better than them.

It is precisely because of this that they also experience a more intense shock.

They could hardly believe that the well-organized and imposing army before them was actually composed of the same three hundred undisciplined knights from a month ago.

What exactly did they go through in the past month?

"Oh my, I really didn't expect them to actually make it this far. Honestly, it's a little embarrassing." A voice with a light laugh echoed, and pink petals gathered as a handsome white-haired magician stepped out.

Merlin bowed slightly to Anahn: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, your goal has been achieved once again."

“That’s only natural,” Yanan said calmly, turning to Duke Lukan. “Duke Lukan, do you have any wine left?”

Lukan immediately understood and nodded without hesitation: "Rest assured, Your Majesty, however much wine you desire, I will bring it to you today!"

“Then I’ll have to trouble Lord Lukan.” Anahn smiled slightly, turned and walked towards the foot of the city wall. “Let’s go, gentlemen, follow me to welcome their triumphant return.”

The army of three hundred men stood beneath the walls of Lucammons. The heavy gates slowly opened with a deep thud, and Anahn led the way, stepping out first.

Standing at the very front of the group was Lanmarok, whom he knew all too well.

This future Knight of the Round Table was also incredibly disheveled at this moment, but the sharpness in his eyes, like the tip of a spear, was even more intense than before.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Lanmarok knelt on one knee, and the other knights followed closely behind. The combined voice of hundreds of people sounded like thunder!

As if affected by this storm-like momentum, the soldiers guarding the city unconsciously took a few steps back and quietly swallowed.

Yanan remained silent, his gaze sweeping over everyone. After a long while, he took a deep breath.

"Back then, I promised you that if you could complete this trial, I would recognize you as true knights. Now the time has come, and it is time for me to fulfill my promise."

He took out the sword from the stone and walked over to them one by one, not caring at all about the dirt on their bodies, and gently tapped each knight's shoulder three times with the sword.

The entire process was quiet; not a single person uttered a sound. Anan's expression was more serious and earnest than ever before. The knights who received recognition clenched their fists tightly, trembling all over, and some even couldn't help but sob softly.

No one but themselves knows what they went through during that time.

Torrential rain, swamps, cliffs, rapids, monsters, sacrifice... They faced the threat of death countless times, considered giving up countless times, and were driven to madness by the endless torment countless times. They argued, fought, and even had a civil war, but after calming down, they still chose to support each other and move forward in silence.

Now, they have finally overcome all these difficulties and despair, reaching the finish line through their own strength. All their efforts have paid off, and feeling the weight on their shoulders, no one can suppress the surging waves of emotion within them.

After the awarding ceremony ended, Yanan turned around and shouted, "Bring on the wine!"

Artoria, Kay, Lancelot, Duke Lucan, and Bedivere personally took wine from the carriage and distributed it to the three hundred knights.

Yanan stepped forward, picked up a jar of wine, and turned to face the crowd.

"Gentlemen, to your victory, to this glorious triumph, cheers!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Nidhogg A-ed

Duke Lukan arranged accommodations for the three hundred knights near the city lord's mansion and sent beautiful maids to help them bathe and change. Although the knights did not refuse, they did not express any particular opinion. After bathing, they simply put on their clothes and left the bathroom, leaving the maids looking completely bewildered.

If it were the old them, they probably wouldn't have been able to suppress their inner impulses and would have chosen to indulge their desires. But along the way, their will had long been tempered to be as hard as steel. Let alone a few maids, even if the kingdom's princess stood naked in front of them, they would not be moved in the slightest.

This made the Duke of Lukan even more aware of the terror of this army.