In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Your Majesty, is there something troubling you?” Lanmarok asked.

"It's just a little strange." Yanan looked up at the night sky, where countless stars, like pearls embedded in a black dress, emitted a shimmering glow. "Ghana's reaction was a bit odd. He accepted our challenge without hesitation, and seemed completely fearless."

"I originally thought they wanted to fight in a complex terrain and then use the terrain to their advantage to defeat us, but they chose the Great Plains instead. I also thought they had set up an ambush on the Great Plains in advance, intending to attack us from three sides, but nothing came of it."

He shook his head slightly; "It seems that Ghana is really planning to fight a tough battle with us."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, whatever the enemy's plans, we will surely bring you victory," Lanmarok said earnestly.

Yanan smiled and patted Lanmarok on the shoulder:

"I believe in you."

Chapter Thirty-One: Knights, Charge!

As the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness and shone upon the earth, an army of about eight thousand men slowly advanced across the vast plains, appearing from afar like a thick, dark cloud.

On a distant hill, Eltrauge stood with her arms crossed, gazing into the distance. Behind her stood a figure shrouded in a white cloak, who appeared to be a tall man.

"This is human warfare—barbaric, violent, and utterly devoid of any beauty," she said, pursing her lips.

"War is not a beautiful thing. Like wild beasts, we fight to the last drop of strength and shed our last drop of blood, using every means to kill our opponents. That is the purpose of war." A deep, resonant male voice came from under the white cloak.

"Don't you have any thoughts when you see the ants you once sheltered taking up arms and going to the battlefield to defend their home?" A hint of mockery appeared in Eltruchi's eyes.

bass--

With a slight tremor, a silver light flashed and disappeared at a speed beyond the limits of human vision, as if even the air itself had been torn apart.

As she watched the black hair slowly fall before her, Altrouge's expression stiffened.

"Don't try to provoke me, puppet of the True Ancestor." The figure draped in a white cloak stood still, as if he had never left. "Otherwise, you may not be able to bear the consequences."

"is it?"

A visible crimson mist swirled around Eltluch, and her petite figure, which originally looked no different from that of a fourteen-year-old girl, gradually grew taller. Her slightly childish face became more mature, and her sharp nails gleamed with a deep, eerie light. A cold killing intent flickered in her crimson eyes: "Then I'd like to see if you really have the ability."

The atmosphere instantly became tense, with the two sides' auras clashing and the space seemingly freezing, sparking invisible flames.

The murderous intent in Eltrauge's eyes was almost tangible when a familiar, deep male voice suddenly echoed in her ears.

"Your Highness, they have arrived."

Altrouge frowned slightly, withdrew her aura, reverted to her original appearance, and turned to gaze into the distance.

On the other side of the Great Plains, an army slowly appeared.

"Only three hundred people?" Eltrucci was taken aback, a hint of confusion appearing on her delicate, doll-like face. "What does Camelot mean by this? They declared war, but only three hundred people came?"

"Don't be too careless." The figure in the white cloak stepped forward, seemingly having completely forgotten that the two sides had almost come to blows just now. "Sometimes, on the battlefield, numbers are not the deciding factor in victory or defeat."

“I know their equipment is quite good, but so what?” Eltrucci’s lips curled into a cold smile. “They’re facing nearly thirty times their number of enemies. What good is a set of equipment?”

"Equipment isn't the key; people are," the figure in the white cloak said calmly.

"People?" Eltrauge was slightly taken aback. She turned her head and carefully examined them for a while, her brows furrowing slightly. "They're just ordinary people. What's there to care about?"

The figure in the white cloak offered no explanation, simply observing the three-hundred-man army in silence.

.......

.......

Looking at the army in the distance, which resembled a dark cloud, Lanmarok's expression was more serious and resolute than ever before, but deep within his light gray eyes, it seemed as if a raging flame was burning.

"This victory is dedicated to the great King Camelot!"

"Knights, charge!"

He raised his spear high and charged ahead, with the other knights following closely behind.

"They actually attacked first!?" Eltrucci stared in shock, her eyes wide.

A force of three hundred men, facing an enemy force of eight thousand, actually chose to charge first!?

"They're courting death!" A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

The figure in the white cloak stood quietly to the side, without uttering a word.

The commander of the Ghanaian army was taken aback by the fact that the other side dared to launch an attack, but after he came to his senses, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"You want to die? Then I'll grant your wish!"

He shouted, "Archers, step forward! Turn these guys into pincushions!"

Hundreds of archers stepped forward, drew their bows, and fired their arrows in unison.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

In an instant, arrows rained down from the sky, a sight that was terrifying to behold.

Lanmarok's eyes were filled with icy indifference. He wielded his spear like a whirlwind, deflecting all the incoming arrows, and shouted:

"Knights, charge!"

"charge!!"

The three hundred knights roared in unison, braving the rain of arrows, and charged straight ahead on their horses.

"Shoot! Shoot them! Shoot them to death!" the Ghanaian army commander roared.

The sharp arrowheads struck the armor, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound, as dense as drumbeats. Yet, not a single person chose to retreat, their eyes fixed on the crowd ahead like those of hungry wolves.

The horses beneath them were not ordinary breeds; they were all crossbreds collected by Anaen from various horse farms in Lucanmons through the influence of the Duke of Lucan.

Just like before, he first used Nidhogg's aura to intimidate the horses, then used the power of the Black Abyss White Flower to process their genes, and finally handed them over to the three hundred knights.

These hybrid horses were all plump and strong, with sharp teeth and could fight even against ferocious beasts like tigers. Now, influenced by the atmosphere on the battlefield, the ferocity and savagery hidden in their blood were gradually awakened, their eyes became increasingly scarlet, and they charged towards the army of the Kingdom of Ghana like the wind.

Two thousand meters... one thousand five hundred meters... one thousand meters... five hundred meters...

No matter how the Ghanaian army attacked, the distance between the two sides continued to close at a very rapid pace.

And to this day, not a single knight has fallen!

"Are they... monsters...?" The commander of the Ghanaian army had pale lips and was covered in sweat.

"Are these guys even human?" A look of seriousness appeared in Eltrauge's crimson eyes.

Although the armor these guys wore was sturdy enough, it couldn't completely cover their bodies like iron plates; some parts of their bodies were still exposed.

Under such a dense rain of arrows, many knights were wounded, but they seemed oblivious, simply pulling out the arrows and continuing their charge.

Eltrauge could see clearly that the knights' wounds stopped bleeding after a short while, and the speed of recovery surprised even her, a half-apostle and half-ancestor.

That's why she couldn't help but exclaim, "Are these guys even human?"

But whether these guys are human or not is no longer important.

Because this knightly order has already charged right into the face of the Ghanaian army!

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Massacre!

In the era when cold weapons reigned supreme, cavalry was arguably the most powerful type of soldier.

Since the invention of cavalry, the study of its tactics has never stopped throughout history. Over thousands of years, various cavalry tactics have emerged one after another, and two of them have finally achieved great success and achieved considerable results.

First, there are light cavalry. They mainly utilize the high speed of their horses and their own superb archery skills to launch long-range surprise attacks with bows and arrows. Once the enemy gets close, they immediately retreat, and when the enemy retreats, they immediately pursue. To put it simply, it's like flying a kite in a game.

With their extremely high mobility, the enemy could only become targets for the cavalry, being gradually whittled down and killed.

The Mongol cavalry invented this tactic and perfected it.

Another type is the heavily armored cavalry. As the name suggests, both the horses and the cavalrymen are covered in heavy armor. They rely on long-distance charges to accumulate momentum and then charge directly into the enemy's formation. Such an advance is almost as unstoppable as a modern tank.

Now, Lanmarok has chosen the second method of combat.

Although they couldn't manufacture such heavy armor due to limitations in production capacity, they could still achieve an effect comparable to a heavy armored cavalry charge by relying on their bodies modified by the Black Abyss White Flower and the hybrid horses beneath them.

The moment the two sides made contact, the shield bearers of the Ghanaian army at the forefront were torn apart in less than a short time. The cavalry that followed ruthlessly trampled over them, tearing the wounds wider and wider, and all of them rushed into the Ghanaian army.

Having overcome this single obstacle, the Knights now have the time to shine.

"kill--!!!"

The three hundred knights maintained their formation, like a sharp dagger, and plunged straight into the Ghanaian army. All the enemies that stood in their way were knocked over by the terrifying impact, coughing up blood, and easily crushed.

The knights brandished their lances, piercing through all the enemies in front of them. Crimson blood splattered everywhere, leaving behind only mangled corpses and severed limbs in their wake.

The commander of the Ghanaian army hurriedly ordered his soldiers to surround and annihilate them, but thanks to their superior mobility, the Knights were able to break through the encirclement each time before it could be fully formed, and continue their merciless slaughter.

"what--!!"

The screams of agony were deafening. The Ghanaian soldiers were powerless to stop the Knights and could only watch helplessly as they slaughtered the Ghanaians.

They were like a pack of wolves charging into a flock of sheep, displaying their predator's sharp teeth and claws, leaving the vulnerable prey utterly defenseless!

The Knights of Favonius circled the Ghanaian army, slaughtering nearly eight hundred soldiers. After breaking out, they did not choose to rest, but immediately launched another charge.

Their bodies were imbued with powerful vitality by the Black Abyss White Flower, allowing them to fight continuously for a day and a night without feeling fatigued. The horses beneath them, after being treated by the Black Abyss White Flower, had seen significant improvements in both endurance and strength. In addition, the pervasive bloody aura had completely awakened their bloodlust, putting them in a state of extreme excitement. Therefore, they were also in no condition to suffer from any problems.

Ghana's army is too bloated, with many of its members not being regular soldiers but farmers who have only received brief training. They are often unable to respond promptly to their commanders' orders.

Moreover, due to its weak national strength and limited resources, Ghana was unable to equip every soldier with weapons, and some soldiers went to the battlefield with just a wooden stick.

Such an opponent, in the face of a well-equipped and highly skilled cavalry regiment, is no different from livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

From the moment they successfully approached each other, the outcome of the war was completely decided.

They moved with impunity through the Ghanaian army, charging in and out seven times, each charge taking the lives of at least several hundred men.

This has completely degenerated into a massacre, a massacre of three hundred against eight thousand!

The Ghanaian commander was ashen-faced, sweating profusely, and trembling like a leaf. He had already dispatched Ghana's elite troops to encircle and annihilate this cavalry force, but to no avail.

That cavalry regiment was like a death god, granting death to all beings equally. Before them, there was no difference between ordinary people and elite soldiers; all they could do was wait for death to come.

"I surrender! I surrender! I don't want to fight anymore!"

"This is terrifying! How could there be such a terrifying army? Where did they come from?!"

"They are not human at all; they are the offspring of gods! How could humans possibly defeat the sons of gods!"

An indescribable fear gripped the Ghanaian soldiers, and the entire army was on the verge of collapse.