In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

In just three charges, they lost more than a thousand soldiers, while the enemy's casualty record remains at zero to this day!

It's terrifying! They see no hope of victory. If they continue fighting, they will all die here!

Seeing that the terrifying army was about to launch its fourth charge, the Ghanaian soldiers completely lost their will to fight, dropped their weapons, and ran away desperately.

"No one is allowed to escape! They won't last long; their strength will soon be exhausted, and then we can launch a counterattack! They only have three hundred men, while we have a full eight thousand. As long as we hold on to the end, victory will surely be ours! No one is allowed to escape! Any deserter will be executed without mercy!"

The commander shouted angrily, when suddenly a spear flew from a distance and struck him directly on the head. The huge impact sent his body flying three or four meters away.

Crimson blood slid onto the ground, and his eyes gradually became vacant.

Lanmarok lowered his hand. He had actually noticed the commander's presence long ago, but because the crowd was too dense and the other party was very cautious, always hiding behind others, he had not found a suitable opportunity to make a move.

It wasn't until the Ghanaian army began to scatter and the enemy became somewhat rash, forgetting to conceal themselves and inadvertently revealing their presence, that he finally seized that fleeting opportunity and killed the enemy with a single blow.

Without their commander, the already crumbling Ghanaian army completely collapsed, with even the most elite soldiers abandoning their armor and fleeing for their lives.

Their minds went completely blank, and their only remaining thought was to get as far away from that death-like cavalry regiment as possible!

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"It's over," the figure in the white cloak sighed softly.

Altrouge's face darkened: "What a bunch of useless trash!"

"It's not their fault, it's just that the enemy is too powerful."

He slowly walked forward, lifted his cloak, and revealed his true face.

This was a tall, imposing man with a face as resolute as marble, pure gold eyes, a golden sword at his waist, and his right hand seemingly crafted from silver.

"Are you planning to make a move?" Eltrauge asked.

“In the past, I would have admired the bravery of this army.” He sighed softly, “But now, for my tragic wish, I must…”

"End them here!"

Chapter Thirty-Three: Chimera and the Dead Apostles 2/54

"We won! We won!"

Guinevere excitedly hugged Artoria, cheering and jumping for joy like a little girl.

"Yes, we won." Artoria's expression was slightly dazed.

To be honest, she was quite startled when she first saw the Ghanaian legion appear.

There were just too many people, more than 8,000 in total, and the battle line alone stretched for more than 60 meters.

Compared to the other side, they only had a mere three hundred people, a difference of nearly thirty times. It was like a drop of water falling into a lake, unable to even make a ripple.

She even advised the teacher to retreat temporarily, but the teacher just smiled and said to her:

"Never underestimate these knights who have walked the path of death, Lily. Their potential far exceeds your imagination. I believe they can bring me victory."

"I said before the battle that this was their battle for glory, so I would not disturb them. If I were to order them to retreat at this time, it would not only be a breach of my promise, but more terrifyingly, my distrust would completely chill the hearts of these three hundred knights."

"The most important thing for a king is to trust his soldiers. If you can't even trust them, what right do you have to call yourself a king?"

As it turned out, the teacher was right. These three hundred knights did not disappoint him. Even when facing an enemy many times their size, they still utterly annihilated them, leaving them in a complete rout.

This was a near-perfect victory, enough to shake the whole of Britain!

Looking at the figure in the azure silver armor ahead, Artoria sighed inwardly.

I thought I would grow after the Holy Sword Trial, but as expected, there is still a considerable gap between me and my teacher on this path to becoming a king.

There is still much I can learn from the other person.

"Trust your soldiers..." she murmured to herself, a thoughtful look appearing in her azure eyes.

Yanan looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance, a slight smile curving his lips.

He knew very well that after this battle, his position in Camelot would be unshakeable.

Three hundred cavalrymen decisively defeated an army of eight thousand—a battle worthy of being recorded in history!

After this battle, his reputation will spread throughout Camelot, and the nobles of Camelot will realize with absolute certainty that this new king is not as easy to control as they imagined, nor is he a lone commander without any troops; he has a knightly order under his command that can fight thirty men against one!

After this battle, Camelot's status will be restored to what it was before, and those kings who once despised them will be terrified to find that this lion of Britain has awakened again and is showing its ferocious fangs!

After this battle, the dark cloud that had shrouded Camelot for fifteen years finally dissipated, the morale of the people was once again boosted, and the country was revitalized!

This was Yanan's goal. From declaring war on Ghana to designing the Trial Path, and then turning back to Lukammons, he had been planning for two whole months, waiting for this day!

He had no interest in playing those scheming court games with those self-important nobles. He wanted to use his power to crush them head-on, shatter their wishful thinking, and make them realize that their underhanded tricks were completely useless!

He didn't have time to slowly help Camelot emerge from the shadow of their past defeat. Since you fell into silence because of the loss in the war, now I will use a brilliant victory to awaken you once again!

Yanan never intended to borrow troops from Duke Lukan. Although defeating eight thousand men with three thousand men was a remarkable achievement, those familiar with the situation knew that the two sides were actually evenly matched. They might even secretly mock him for bullying the weak and picking on the easy targets.

If you want to achieve the best results, you naturally have to use the strongest medicine!

Therefore, he chose to train this 300-knight order, using the Black Abyss White Flower to transform their bodies, and then using the Trial Path to hone their will and spirit, and cultivate their cohesion. The whole process was like forging iron, requiring thousands of hammerings and polishings before they could achieve a complete transformation.

The final result was not unexpected: three hundred defeated eight thousand, with zero deaths and zero injuries, and thousands of enemies annihilated. His knights had delivered an impeccable victory for him!

"Next, as long as I conquer Ghana, I can complete the mission and obtain the tenth Divine Key."

The tenth Divine Key, the Key of Domination—Xuanyuan Sword, is a mass-produced Divine Key created from the core of the "Thousand Herrschers." Each Key of Domination can transform into a corresponding weapon form according to the master's will. It contains the elemental power of the other six Herrschers, such as lightning, fire, and ice. Although its power cannot be compared with the original Herrschers, it should not be underestimated.

Anan has long coveted the Key of Domination; in some ways, it is the Key of God he needs most right now!

This key to God will be the key for him to defeat Vortigern and unify Britain!

"Ok?"

As if sensing something, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

Guinevere and Artoria also looked up at the same time.

The once clear sky was completely covered by thick, dark clouds, blocking out the sunlight and plunging the earth into darkness, as if night had fallen prematurely.

A blood-red full moon hung silently in the sky, like an eyeball looking down at the earth, exuding a strange eeriness and horror.

“That is…” Yanan frowned slightly.

Lanmarok also noticed the changes around him. A sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart. He pulled on the reins and shouted, "Cease the pursuit! All troops, assemble!"

The remaining knights immediately abandoned the deserters in front of them, gathered around Lanmarok, straightened their formation, and cautiously looked around.

call----

A strong wind howled in, whipping up large swathes of grass, as if a harbinger of a storm.

Lanmarok sniffed, his expression slightly grave.

He smelled the stench of wild beasts.

Rumbling--

The great plains were trembling, and thick smoke billowed in the distance as hundreds of three-headed monsters that looked like lions charged madly toward this place!

"whee--"

A sharp laugh came from overhead, and hundreds of figures draped in black robes descended from the sky, their eyes bloodshot and fangs bared at the corners of their mouths.

“Chimeras and Dead Apostles.” Anan frowned. “How did they get together?”

On one side are fantastical creatures that have long since vanished into the annals of history, and on the other side are vampire monsters that feed on humans. No matter how you look at it, the two seem to have nothing in common. Why would they join forces at this time?

The Dead Apostles have True Ancestors above them, and their intelligence is not a problem. It's normal for them to be able to obey commands. But the Chimeras have been missing for over a hundred years. Suddenly, so many of them have appeared and shown obvious hostility towards them.

Recalling the mountain giants and chimeras that had appeared in Lucammons before, a bold idea gradually emerged in Anahn's mind.

Someone has awakened these mythical beings from the Age of Gods and manipulated them to launch an attack on Camelot!

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Silver Arm

Looking at the red full moon in the sky, Anan whispered a name:

“Zhu Yue.......”

The UO of the Moon, the ultimate progenitor.

This matter is absolutely inseparable from Him.

The fact that the Dead Apostles and the Chimeras joined forces indicates that Zhu Yue and the one who awakened the Divine Imaginary Species have already established some kind of connection.

Who exactly is that person? How did he manage to do it? What is Zhu Yue's purpose in joining forces with him?

A variety of doubts filled Anan's mind.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

"Lily, go help Lanmarok and the others."

"Yes, teacher!"

Artoria nodded without hesitation. A gust of wind gathered, carrying her body, and she leaped across hundreds of meters, quickly heading towards the battlefield.

"It might be dangerous here later, remember to protect yourself," Yanan said in a deep voice.

Guinevere paused for a moment, then nodded somewhat flusteredly: "I...I understand."

Yanan nodded slightly, gazing at the blood moon high in the sky, his dark eyes unfathomable.

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The Three Hundred Knights were engaged in a fierce battle.

Chimeras and Dead Apostles are monsters far superior to humans, and their numbers far exceed theirs. Faced with a double attack from both, they are gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

But relying on the life force that Anan had left in their bodies, and the strong will they had forged on the path of trials, they continued to fight.

"Haha! You're nothing but a bunch of bastards and monsters in human skin. I even managed to carve a bloody path through the lair of a wyvern back in the day, so what are you!"

The knight wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His armor was completely shattered, and his body was covered with hideous claw marks and burn scars, but his eyes remained bright, as if burning with flames.

The other knights also suffered injuries of varying degrees. One of them almost had his heart pierced. Through the huge wound from which blood was gushing out, one could even see the dense blood vessels connected to his heart, a truly shocking sight.