In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Hahaha, God helped me!"

He then immediately contacted King Dehebas.

"You should already know about Camelot's counterattack on the North, right?"

"Yes, I just found out too. Apparently, they started their operation a month ago. I really don't know how they managed to keep it a secret until now," King Dehebas exclaimed.

"Hmph, that kid is courting death!" King Gwent sneered. "With Camelot's strength, taking one of the seven northern kingdoms would have been no problem at all, but that kid insisted on fighting on three fronts. He's simply courting death!"

“Young and impetuous, it’s inevitable that we’ll do some irrational things. Wasn’t that the case when you and I first inherited the throne?” King Dehebas laughed.

King Gwent blushed. He had married more than forty women in just one month after his ascension to the throne. In comparison, he was far more outrageous than King Arthur.

It is said that King Arthur has never married, which is indeed an incredible thing for such an energetic young man.

King Gwent shook his head, banishing these chaotic thoughts from his mind, and said urgently, "Don't you realize this is our opportunity?"

“An opportunity?” King Dehebas was taken aback.

“Now that all of Camelot’s troops have been transferred to the North, the interior is completely vulnerable. This is the perfect opportunity to invade!” King Gwent said.

"You plan to invade Camelot while King Arthur is fighting in the North?" King Dehebas's eyes widened.

"Camelot is now incredibly powerful and its growth rate is frightening," King Gwent said in a deep voice. "A few days ago, the price of grain in our country suddenly plummeted by 20%. I sent people to investigate the cause and found that there was a problem with our trade with Camelot. They bought us ten times more grain than in previous years!"

Ten times! King Dehebas gasped, his eyes filled with intense horror.

"According to the estimates of my Minister of Agriculture, the fact that Camelot can offer so much grain for trade proves that its grain production is at least thirty times greater than before!"

"At this rate of development, it won't be long before that kid can overthrow our entire alliance of nations."

"Don't forget, that kid said his goal is to become the destined ruler of Britain. When that happens, none of us will escape!"

King Gwent coaxed, "Let's take this opportunity to join forces and weaken Camelot's strength. We can also get our hands on their secret to increasing grain production, so that the alliance of nations can return to its previous tripartite balance of power. Wouldn't that be great?"

King Dehebas's heart pounded violently; King Gwent's suggestion was indeed too appealing to him.

"But aren't you worried about King Arthur's revenge? You should know that he's not the kind of person who would just swallow his pride after being wronged. Back then, the prince of the Kingdom of Cana touched a pregnant woman from Camelot, and as a result, the kingdom was destroyed by Arthur. If you really do that, he will definitely take revenge on you."

"In the past, I might have been somewhat wary," King Gwent said with a cold smile. "But this time he's courting death, actually trying to challenge the three northern kingdoms single-handedly. I reckon half of his army will be lucky to return. Revenge? What will he use to retaliate against me?"

King Dehebas remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head: "I'm sorry, King Gwent, I cannot agree to your request."

"Why? Are you worried about the spoils not being distributed equally? No problem, I can let you choose first."

Although he spoke with great force, deep down King Gwent was still somewhat intimidated by King Arthur, which is why he came to King Dehebas, hoping to have an ally to share the burden of his hatred.

“It’s not about the spoils of war, but about why I can’t do it.” King Dehebas shook his head. “King Arthur resolutely led his troops north to fight Vortigern for the future of Britain. As an ally of the Allied Powers, I not only failed to provide him with assistance at this time, but also took advantage of his misfortune.”

"Just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted and want to vomit."

"Have you forgotten the insults that brat inflicted on the two of us at the coronation ceremony?!" King Gwent said through gritted teeth.

“Of course I will not forget that, but compared to dignity, I hope to uphold the bottom line of being a human being,” King Dehebas said.

"You...you..." King Gwent was so angry he was practically dizzy. He stormed off, yelling, "Then you can just stick to your principles and wait to die!"

King Dehebas watched King Gwent's departing figure and sighed softly.

After leaving King Dehebas's palace, the accompanying attendant asked King Gwent, "Your Majesty...should we still take action against Camelot?"

"Move my ass! Do you expect me to follow the example of the King of Cana and offer your head to King Arthur as atonement?" King Gwent said irritably.

The servants immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

King Gwent looked back at the palace and sighed softly:

"Just wait and see, it won't be long before this land belongs to Pendragon."

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"King Gwent and King Dehebas didn't take this opportunity to attack Camelot?" Anan raised an eyebrow slightly, thoughtfully stroking his chin. "Hmm, could it be that I really misjudged him this time?"

“With you here, they won’t dare to make a move,” Lanmarok said.

"Heh, maybe." Yanan chuckled. "But never mind, none of that matters. Let's get down to business first."

He turned to look ahead.

Five kilometers away on the plain, a magnificent city stands there, its magical array on the city wall glowing faintly, forming a huge protective shield that envelops the city.

That place was the capital of the Kingdom of Kent, and also his destination.

Taking this place is equivalent to taking one-seventh of the northern territory.

However, it seems that the other party had made preparations in advance.

However, Yanan was not discouraged by this; he thought it was already quite good that he could delay it for a month.

"Lanmarok, which kingdom is closest to the Kingdom of Kent?"

"Your Majesty, it is the Kingdom of Mercia."

"If they start mobilizing troops to provide support now, how long would it take them to arrive at the earliest?"

Lanmarok made a mental estimate and said, "If we don't carry any supplies, each person has two warhorses to rotate, and we keep going day and night, we might be able to arrive in as little as three days."

"Three days...?"

Yanan murmured to himself, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"Hopefully they'll arrive on time, so we won't have to bother collecting the bodies ourselves."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Key of Devouring—Star of Eden!

Rumble—!!

The earth suddenly trembled, and countless magical beasts surged out of the city one after another, roaring towards Anan's troops like waves.

"They actually launched an attack? It seems they're not planning to sit idly by and wait to be killed."

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly and snapped his fingers: "Go, Lanmarok."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Lanmarok mounted his warhorse, raised his lance, and pointed it forward: "Knights, attack!"

The knightly order of over three hundred men moved with lightning speed, clashing with the monster legion in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and cries of agony filled the air.

The monsters that could easily tear five adults to shreds on ordinary days were like fragile wheat seedlings in the hands of the Knights, being harvested in large swaths, without even being able to stop them for a moment.

The light green patterns on the knights lit up one after another, and the weapons in their hands unleashed the power of nature, such as lightning, fire, frost, and gale. Their powerful force was enough to make even magicians feel ashamed.

"This is the legendary knightly order!"

"It is said that they have been granted the favor of the Chosen King, allowing them to squander the power of [Nature] at will. Seeing it today, it is indeed true!"

"This is terrifying. Are they really human?"

The people in the capital of Kent were filled with intense shock. Everyone knew that in terms of pure strength and physical power, humans could not possibly be as good as magical beasts. However, this knightly order completely broke this rule. They were even more magical than magical beasts!

"No wonder these guys dared to launch a counterattack."

The commander of Kent's capital gripped the city wall tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white, his face ashen.

"These magical beasts alone are not enough to stop them. Give the order to send out the fantasy species!"

The adjutant beside him immediately bowed: "Yes, sir!"

The heavy city gates slowly opened to both sides, and one after another, robust chimeras emerged from them. Their three-headed eyes gleamed with a fierce and violent light. In addition, there were some ferocious beasts that resembled lions, with dark red bodies, thick and long manes, and large, fan-like tails on their backs.

“Ugal? Has another new type of mythical creature from the Age of Gods been resurrected?” Anahn murmured.

Ugal were a mythical species that lived in ancient Babylon before Christ. Although they did not have the ability to use fire and poisonous fog like the Chimeras, their physical strength was extremely exaggerated. They could withstand rockets without any problem, and they were also very strong, even able to wrestle with dragons.

Chimera and Ugal roared like thunder as they charged toward the Knights, spewing clouds of black poisonous mist from their grotesque snake heads as they hurtled toward them.

Several knights whose weapons gleamed with a bluish light stepped forward and swung their weapons. Gusts of wind surged up and instantly blew the poisonous mist back, causing hundreds of magical beasts to be corroded into pools of blood in an instant.

Hundreds of Ugal rushed out of the poisonous fog, their manes becoming much sparser, and many places showing signs of corrosion, with wisps of blue smoke rising from them.

After all, poison is Chimera's signature move, and even Ugal's body would find it difficult to withstand it directly.

Besides their formidable strength, the Fantasy Species are generally quite intelligent. Before the battle even began, Ugal was inexplicably overwhelmed by his own allies. Naturally, he was indignant and roared angrily at the Chimera, who roared back without backing down.

Before the two sides could reach a conclusion, the air suddenly vibrated, and then scorching flames, violent lightning, icy cold currents, and sharp wind blades mercilessly covered the area where they were located.

The offensive lasted for more than ten minutes. When the smoke and dust finally cleared, all that remained was a large crater filled with charred black spots, ice, and scratches. All the Ugal and Chimeras had completely vanished.

"hateful!"

The Kent commander slammed his fist into the city wall, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

If even the mythical beings of the Age of Gods can't defeat this knightly order, then we'll have no choice but to resort to the last resort.

"Activate the magic cannons and blast these guys into mincemeat!"

As the capital of a nation, powerful magical artifacts like the Magic Cannon are naturally indispensable. Soon, more than twenty Magic Cannons were deployed on the city walls. With the magical power replenished from the spiritual veins, the muzzles lit up with dazzling white light, and with a loud bang, huge beams of magical light shot out.

Because the Knights moved so quickly, Kent had no choice but to use a carpet bombing. Streams of magical light roared and pounded the ground, creating deep craters. Countless magical beasts howled in agony, and flowing blood and broken entrails covered the ground.

Despite the bombardment from the magic cannons, Lanmarok remained calm. He raised his spear high, and a dazzling purple light suddenly shot out from the tip. Then, a beam of lightning blasted out, deflecting all three incoming magic beams.

Among all those who currently possess the Key of Domination, his mastery of this divine key is second only to Anan, and he can basically unleash the full power of the Key of Domination.

“Unbelievable, this is actually a power that humans can unleash,” Slud murmured.

Looking at this knightly order, she couldn't help but think of the Valkyrie Legion from back then.

“Master, I want to go too.” Yulina looked at Yanan longingly.

Such a brutal battlefield would make most people feel physically uncomfortable just by looking at it, but for a Dead Apostle like Yulina, such a scene only further stimulated her bloodlust. Moreover, after being a bounty hunter for so long, her genes had been tainted with a bit of madness and excitement.

So at this moment, she couldn't wait to show her skills.

Yanan nodded slightly: "Go ahead, be careful."

"Thank you, Master!"

Yulina reached out and a black scythe adorned with red rose patterns appeared in her hand as she rushed towards the battlefield.

"Are you going?" Yanan turned to look at Slud.