In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Feuerius fell silent, a complex expression appearing in his gray-brown eyes.

He certainly knew why the other person said those words.

Prior to this, he had received a letter from Lucamont describing the new king's actions in fighting the beast tide.

With a single strike, hundreds of chimeras and mountain giants were instantly annihilated, leaving only a crater large enough to fill an entire lake. Such terrifying power was almost at the level of the gods!

Even Feuerius himself hadn't expected that the new king would possess such immense power.

Moreover, this new king now has a knightly order under his command that can fight against a hundred men and even rival the mythical creatures of the Age of Gods. If the border troops are not deployed, the enemy can easily march all the way from Lucammons to Camelot!

In addition to his achievements in annihilating Ghana, he has become a household name among the people, and his reputation is so terrifying that it is approaching that of King Uther at his peak!

Prestige, army, strength... the other side has everything under control, and now no one can stop him.

They all underestimated the new king. He was no country bumpkin they could easily manipulate, but a man-eating dragon!

"The Chosen King..." Feuerius murmured softly. He suddenly had some doubts. Did Merlin really make this prophecy just to cooperate with King Uther's plan?

Could this nightmare demon, capable of seeing the entire present moment, truly be foreseeing something?

A flickering light flashed in Feuerius's eyes, and after a long while, he slowly shook his head:

"There's no rush. Some guys are probably even more troubled by this new king than we are right now. Let's see what they do first."

The knight paused slightly, "My lord, you mean...?"

"Camelot has been without a king for fifteen years. The appearance of a new king will inevitably affect the interests of some people. Some of these people have already taken action, while others are still watching in secret. However, what has happened this time has probably already brought them quite a shock."

"Let's see what these guys choose first, and then we'll decide on our next move."

Feuerius has realized that he alone is no longer enough to fight against the new king, so he needs more allies.

Those noble groups whose interests were threatened by the new king were the best allies for him, since they all had a common enemy.

However, he was well aware of the temperament of the nobility and knew very well that if he really placed all his hopes on these ruthless people, he might not even know how he died.

Therefore, he needs to observe for a while longer to determine who are trustworthy allies and who are two-faced traitors.

But even if he is the only one left in the end, he will not give up the fight.

Even if it means mutual destruction, he would never allow this country to fall into the hands of outsiders!

Because this was the last mission King Uther entrusted to him before his death!

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For the past two weeks, Yanan and Morgan have been staying at their estate outside Lucammons, conducting experiments to improve quasi-circuits.

Although Yanan had made preparations beforehand, he only realized how complicated and troublesome it was when he actually started using it.

In this process, they constantly discovered and improved upon problems, spending nearly twenty hours a day in the laboratory, truly to the point of neglecting sleep and meals.

Because the pseudo-circuit created by Morgan was too inefficient, they chose to start from scratch and designed a completely new pseudo-circuit based on runes.

To mitigate the side effects of the pseudo-circuit, they added a switch to the pseudo-circuit and set it to different power levels to reduce the burden on the host.

As for Morgan's long-cherished concerns about connecting the magic base and his ideas for expanding magic circuits, they were all ruthlessly abandoned by Yanan, since all he wanted was a device that could generate magic power.

Since Anan had already made arrangements, no one came to disturb them except for the servants who brought them meals every day.

However, Artoria and the others were still somewhat confused, not understanding what the two had been doing in the manor for the past two weeks.

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In the spacious and bright laboratory, an alchemical doll, roughly the size of a human, lay on the experimental table, its upper body covered with intricate light green lines resembling blood vessels.

"Second-generation pseudo-circuit, thirty-fourth debugging test, begins."

"Phase 1: Connectivity reaction test."

hum-

With a soft buzzing sound, as if a switch had been turned on, the light green lines covering the upper bodies of the alchemical dolls lit up one after another.

"Phase one, connection response test, normal."

"Phase Two: Magic Reaction Test"

The magic circle on the experimental table was activated, and the power of ether was gathered. The light green lines suddenly burst into intense light, and a distinct magical fluctuation emanated.

"Magic generation time: 0.01 seconds, generation efficiency: 87%, normal."

"The third stage is sensory response testing."

Standing to the side, Anan skillfully integrated a piece of Feather Dust, imbued with his own spiritual power, into the alchemical puppet's body. After carefully sensing it for a while, he frowned slightly and said:

"Under normal power, sensory acuity increases threefold, which is normal; mental burden increases twofold, which is normal; and the emotional fluctuation index increases by 12%, exceeding the warning line by 2%."

Morgan nodded and wrote down the data.

Morgan originally intended to use living subjects for this third test, but Anahn strongly disagreed, so this method was ultimately used instead.

Next, they tested the results of the quasi-circuit under different power levels and recorded all the data.

The experiment was finally completed two hours later.

Yanan frowned slightly as he looked at the experimental data in Morgan's hand:

"It's still not working. The side effects of this simulated circuit are too exaggerated. At 200% power, sensitivity is increased by fifteen times, and mental burden is increased by ten times. Even Lanmarok would probably only be able to last thirty seconds in this state."

"But the efficiency of magic generation has also increased to five times that of normal magic circuits. I think that's already pretty good." Morgan said calmly. "Equivalent exchange is the fundamental law of magic. If you want to gain great power, you must pay the corresponding price."

Yanan rubbed his temples. "I just think the price is a bit too high."

Morgan was speechless. He sighed and said, "You are truly the greediest man I have ever met."

She found it incredible that the simulated circuit could be transformed into its current form in just half a month, but this guy was still not satisfied?

After a moment of contemplation, Yanan said thoughtfully, "Perhaps we can consider not directly connecting the pseudo-circuit to the host's mind, but instead setting up a buffer zone in between to reduce the mental impact of the pseudo-circuit on the host."

Morgan frowned slightly: "But in that case, the pseudo-circuit will not be able to receive the host's instructions in time, and the timeliness will be greatly delayed."

“Then let’s change the way the pseudo-circuit receives commands!” As if he had thought of something, Yanan’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Previously, we set it up so that the host could control the output power of the pseudo-circuit itself, but now we can set the power in advance. When it comes to actual combat, the host only needs to give a simple command, and the pseudo-circuit can adjust to the corresponding power on its own. In this way, we don’t have to worry about the timeliness issue at all!”

"This..." Morgan pondered for a long time, and finally discovered with surprise that it seemed to be feasible!

It's just a simple power setting; with the functionality of runes, it's perfectly capable of doing that!

"How could you even come up with a method like this? How is your brain even structured?" She sighed helplessly.

Over the past two weeks, Yanan has come up with countless imaginative ideas. Although they all sound incredible, most of them have yielded quite good results in practice.

He was the first to propose using runes to construct pseudo-circuits.

This greatly frustrated Morgan, who was the one who pioneered the technology, only to be surpassed by others in terms of understanding.

Even though he wasn't bad at magic, why was he always the one who suffered setbacks in front of Anaen?

Is this the difference between a genius and a monster?

Damn it, I'm so angry!

Of course, Yanan had no idea what Morgan was thinking at this moment. Now that he saw the light of victory again, his mind was full of experiments, and he couldn't wait to take action.

“Wait.” Morgan suddenly interrupted him. “Let’s stop here. We don’t have time.”

Yanan looked at Morgan with a puzzled expression.

"The coronation ceremony is in another two weeks, and it's about time we returned to Lucammons to prepare for our return journey," Morgan said casually.

“The investiture ceremony…” Yanan paused slightly, gave a wry smile, and patted his forehead. “Luckily you reminded me, otherwise I would have almost forgotten.”

“Let’s do the experiment when we get back to Camelot. We already have a plan, so we just need to follow the steps,” Morgan said.

Yanan nodded, looked around the laboratory, and suddenly sighed, "After staying here for more than half a month, I suddenly feel a little reluctant to go back."

Morgan curled his lip: "You can give me the throne, and then you can stay here for the rest of your life."

"You just said you'd make me your king, and now you're plotting to seize power? You change your mind way too fast," Yanan teased.

“I did say I would make you king,” Morgan said quietly, “but on the condition that you have a child with me.”

"......"

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Sorrowful Knight Tristan

After collecting and organizing the experimental data, Yanan and Morgan returned to Lucammons together.

Artoria and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They had almost thought that the two had completely forgotten about the coronation ceremony, and were even about to rush into the manor to call for help.

In the past two weeks, they have completed all the preparations. After resting for a day in Yanan, the entire team set off for Camelot early the next morning.

The residents of Lucammons had been waiting on both sides of the road since early morning, and when they saw the procession coming out of the city lord's mansion, they immediately cheered loudly.

"Arthur! Arthur!"

"The Chosen King! The Chosen King!"

Yanan rode at the head of the procession on a magnificent, tall horse, a gentle smile on his face. He waved to the crowd, which immediately drew even more enthusiastic cheers.

Seeing this scene, he felt a strange sense of emotion welling up inside him.

When he first arrived in Lukammons, he was accompanied only by four people: Kai, Lancelot, Artoria, and Merlin. He didn't have the air of a king at all, and was even stopped at the gate by the city guards.

When he left, not only did a 300-strong knightly order escort him, but the entire city's residents also came to see him off.

Although he had anticipated this scene, the change before and after still made him feel a little regretful.

Artoria followed behind Anarn, a hint of envy in her azure eyes. This scene reminded her of when she left Tyler Bill, and compared to then, her teacher now clearly had a more regal air.

This further solidified her belief that the teacher was indeed the rightful king for Camelot.

Morgan hadn't expected Yanan to be so popular. Looking at the figure in the azure silver armor in front of her, her expression was slightly complicated, and at the same time, she became even more determined to have a child with Yanan.

Such excellent genes would be a tremendous loss if they couldn't stay in the Pendragon family!

Lancelot had never seen such a grand scene before. Hearing the shouts that were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing in his ears, he felt a strong sense of shock, but also a strange feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

In fact, he was no stranger to this feeling. He had a similar feeling when Bedivere swore allegiance to Anahn. At that time, when he watched the golden sword tap three times on Bedivere's shoulder, his heart trembled three times as well.

At this moment, this feeling has become increasingly vivid and intense.