In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"This is..." The man seemed somewhat surprised, his golden vertical pupils scrutinizing the face for a long while. After a long time, he suddenly sighed, "So that's how it is. Even I was fooled. Uther and Merlin really played a grand game back then."

"What did you discover?" Zhu Yue asked, puzzled.

“It’s nothing, just a small matter.” The man shook his head slightly. “Continue, what are your thoughts on this new king?”

“I sensed a power from him that does not belong to this world. If I am not mistaken, there is likely a god from another realm behind him, or even the savior who transcends this world!” Zhu Yue said in a low voice.

"A savior who transcends the world..." The man pondered for a moment, "You mean, our plan may have already been discovered by him?"

“That person is the only one in the endless universe and infinite spacetime who has reached the ‘end’. How can we easily guess his thoughts?” Zhu Yue shook her head slightly. “Although he has the name of a savior, most of the time he will not interfere in the affairs of the present world. The so-called crisis of the world is just a major fluctuation for him. Besides, what we are doing now is not even close to that level.”

"But after all, that being was an ascended human being, so I am not sure what he thinks of what we are doing."

"...So, what you mean is?"

"We must speed things up," Zhu Yue said solemnly. "If we continue to drag this out, something unexpected might really happen."

The man remained silent for a long time before nodding slightly: "I understand. Then let the Kingdoms of Kent, Sussex, and Wessex prepare. When winter comes, we will launch an attack on the south. They have been at peace for so long; it's time for them to stretch their muscles."

“Three kingdoms are probably not a threat to them.” Zhu Yue’s eyes flickered slightly.

"Of course I know about this," the man said calmly. "So I just want them to stall for time."

Do you have any other plans?

The man was silent for a moment, then said:

Have you ever heard of... the Despair Dragon that devours the world?

Chapter 45 They're back!

Lucammonds.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the magnificent city in a golden glow. On the city wall, Kai paced back and forth, gazing into the distance from time to time, his eyes filled with obvious anxiety.

"Why aren't they back yet...?"

Lancelot sighed, "Kay, you should calm down. You've been guarding this place for the past few days, sleeping no more than six hours a night. If this continues, your body won't be able to take it."

Kai gave a bitter smile. He knew all too well the harm he was causing, but whenever he recalled what Merlin had said that day, he couldn't close his eyes and felt a constant sense of dread.

But that white-haired good-for-nothing always liked to only tell half the story, and no matter how much he pressed him, he refused to tell him the truth.

“Sir Lancelot is right, Sir Kay, you are indeed too nervous.” Bedivere walked up the stairs, followed by a servant carrying steaming food. “According to the agreed time, the war should have just started yesterday, and we won’t get news until tomorrow at the earliest. Even if you stay here, it will not be of any use.”

Kai said sullenly, "I'm just worried that something might happen."

"How could that be?" Bedivere smiled and pointed to the large pit in the distance. "With the King here, what do you have to worry about?"

“You don’t understand, Bedivere.” Kay shook his head and said through gritted teeth, “Merlin, as our teacher would say, is someone who ‘loves to stir up trouble.’ He must have seen something to say those things.”

"You always love a good show..." Bedivere pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly. "As expected of the King, you really understand Sage Merlin's personality perfectly. But speaking of which, I haven't seen Lord Merlin for the past few days. He was just asking me when we could have another banquet."

"That guy knew I'd definitely press him, so he ran away beforehand," Kai sneered. "If I see him again, I'll beat him half to death before he can even open his mouth!"

“You need strength to hit someone.” Bedivere waved his hand, and the servant behind him stepped forward, placed the food on the table, bowed slightly, and then turned to leave. “Eat first, and then go back and get a good night’s sleep. I will personally guard this place from now on, and I will send someone to inform you as soon as I have any news.”

“But…” A hint of hesitation appeared on Kai’s face.

"Kay, you really need to get some rest. Don't worry, with Bedivere and me here, nothing will happen," Lancelot said earnestly, patting Kai on the shoulder.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you." Trusting Bedivere and Lancelot, Kay didn't insist any further, sat down, and began to enjoy his meal.

He put a piece of roasted demon pork in his mouth, chewed a few times, and then his expression suddenly became strange: "Not well-done?"

Bedwell was slightly taken aback, stepped forward and took a bite, then frowned slightly: "It really isn't... I clearly told them in advance to bake it well-done, really... I'm sorry, Kay, I'll have the kitchen get you a replacement right away."

“No need, that’s too much trouble.” Kai shook his head, picked up a piece of roast meat with his fork, pointed to the slightly pinkish texture, and laughed, “Actually, I prefer roast meat that’s about medium-rare. Before the teacher came, we almost always ate this kind of roast meat. It’s just that the teacher doesn’t like it. He said that undercooked food is prone to bacterial growth, and there might even be insects in it. Eating it long-term would be very harmful to the body, so we gradually switched to well-done.”

"Bacteria? What are those?" Bedivere looked completely bewildered, and Lancelot looked equally confused.

Kai scratched his head in frustration. "I don't remember very clearly either, but from what the teacher said, bacteria are everywhere around us, but they're so small that we can't see them. Some of these bacteria are beneficial to us, and some are harmful. Some people get sick because they've been infected with bacteria. After they recover, their bodies produce antibodies, and then those bacteria no longer have any effect on them... Anyway, that's roughly the idea. Do you understand?"

Lancelot blinked in confusion, then looked at Bedivere beside him: "Did you understand?"

Bedwell gave a wry smile; "I'm only now realizing that, besides force, the king's wisdom is also so profound."

He looked at Kai curiously: "Has Wang said anything else like this?"

"Yes, there are many. Besides teaching Lily and me arithmetic, the teacher also teaches a lot of other knowledge. Although I don't understand most of the time, I always feel that she is very knowledgeable."

While eating his barbecue, Kay recounted the knowledge that Anaen had taught them, with Bedivere and Lancelot standing beside him, listening intently.

Suddenly, an excited shout rang in their ears.

"They're back! They're back!"

The trio paused for a moment, then seemed to suddenly remember something, their eyes widened instantly, and they rushed to the city wall in unison, gazing into the distance.

On the wide, straight road, a knightly order of several hundred men slowly appeared at the end of the road. The afterglow of the setting sun cast their shadows on the ground. Leading the way was a black-haired man wearing silver armor.

"They're back!! Can you see them, Lancelot!! Teacher, and my sister, they're all back!!" Kai shook Lancelot's shoulders frantically, the latter showing a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Go quickly and inform the city lord, and also instruct the servants to prepare food and hot water." After a brief moment of stunned silence, Bedivere quickly gave the order.

Upon receiving the news, Duke Lukan immediately put aside his official duties, and without even taking his attendants, mounted his horse and headed straight for the city gate.

"Is it really His Majesty who has returned?" He looked at Bedwell, who had been waiting there for a long time, and asked eagerly.

“Yes, it is indeed them.” Bedwell nodded solemnly.

The Duke of Lukan breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "What's the situation regarding casualties?"

Bedwell hesitated for a moment, then said, "I didn't look very closely just now. I feel that the number of people should not have changed much, but the damage to the equipment is very serious. I can hardly see any intact pieces."

Duke Lukan's breath hitched slightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Before leaving, he gave the Knights the best equipment of Lucammons, but it was all destroyed after just one battle.

Fortunately, Yanan had promised to give them the twenty wyverns as payment, so they actually made a small profit instead of losing money.

Thinking about it this way, the Duke of Lukan felt a little better.

Chapter 46 When Myths Meet Reality

Rumbling--

The heavy city gates slowly opened to both sides, and Anahn led his knights as they strolled into Lucammons.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Duke Lukan and the others knelt on one knee, their heads slightly bowed, their faces respectful.

Countless residents of Lucammons stood at a distance, curiously gazing in their direction.

Yanan looked around and said calmly, "Get up, all of you."

"Yes!"

Duke Lukan and the others stood up, exchanged glances, and cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, what was the outcome of this battle?"

"With me personally leading the expedition, how could we possibly fail?" A smile appeared on Anahn's face, and his voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the entire Lucanmons. "In this Battle of the Great Plains, I led three hundred elite cavalry and utterly defeated the twenty thousand troops of the Kingdom of Ghana, killing four thousand in battle without a single casualty. It was a great victory!"

They routed 20,000 men, killed 4,000, and suffered no casualties, achieving a great victory!

Hearing these inspiring words echo in their ears, countless Lucammons residents who had been eagerly waiting instantly erupted in excitement!

......

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Inside the study of the city lord's mansion, Duke Lukan, Kai, Lancelot, and Bedivere stood in a row in front of the desk, while Anahn, dressed in azure silver armor, sat in a chair behind the desk, holding a cup of red tea and slowly sipping it.

Artoria and Lanmarok stood on either side of him like standard-bearers behind him, their expressions solemn.

Guinevere was too tired, so she went back to her room to rest early.

"Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Ghana only has 100,000 people in total. Where did they find these 20,000 soldiers? Did other countries lend them troops?" Bedivere asked the question that had been bothering him since the beginning.

“The Kingdom of Ghana does not actually have 20,000 soldiers, but if we include all the enemies we encountered this time, then saying it would be 20,000 wouldn’t be wrong,” Yanan said, putting down his teacup and smiling.

Bedwell and the others exchanged bewildered glances, momentarily confused by Yanan's meaning.

"Lanmarok, tell them the whole story of the Great Plains War."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Lanmarok stepped forward and described in detail the course of the Great Plains War.

Upon hearing that Lanmarok had led three hundred iron cavalry to rout and flee the eight thousand-strong army of the Kingdom of Ghana in just two charges, everyone gasped in astonishment, their faces showing intense shock.

Although they all knew this knight order was strong, they never expected it to be this strong!

The mere thought of three hundred men charging into eight thousand filled them with dread.

What's even more terrifying is that they actually succeeded!

Three hundred men chasing and slaughtering eight thousand people—even the most insane bard wouldn't dare to fabricate such an outrageous story.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration; indeed, they were a knightly order personally recognized by the king.

Duke Lucan could even foresee that after this war, the reputation of this knightly order would spread throughout Britain!

A deep sense of relief welled up in his heart; it was indeed the right thing to do to cling to Yanan's coattails from the beginning!

Then Lanmarok recounted what happened next, and the crowd's expressions gradually changed from excitement to blankness, and then to utter bewilderment.

“Chimeras, Dead Apostles, the Red Moon…” Kai scratched his head. “Lanmalok, are you sure you’re not just reciting some myth you heard somewhere?”

The other three nodded in agreement.

Although they all knew that Lanmarok wasn't the type to talk nonsense, this still sounded far too fantastical!

These scenes are clearly things that only happen in myths and legends!

call--

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis rose in everyone's hearts. An invisible gust of wind swept through the room, causing a burning pain on everyone's faces.

bass--!

Lancelot instinctively drew the Undying Lake Light, holding it horizontally in front of him. The elven script on the sword flowed with a faint light like lake water, and his light purple eyes were filled with intense vigilance.

He had never felt such terrifying sharp power before; it seemed that anything that stood in its way would be mercilessly torn apart!