CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

[In the armies of the English kings, the vast majority of soldiers lacked reliable armor, and many were clearly farmers fresh from the fields. Obviously, the number of truly capable fighters in this army was less than half; at most, there were ten thousand men who could be considered soldiers. The only commendable aspect of this army was its morale.]

Perhaps due to the sheer number of people gathered, a quantitative change leading to a qualitative one, the enemy army's morale remained relatively high, showing no signs of internal strife or rebellion. Even the English kings were in high spirits.

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He ordered his knights to engage in mounted jousting, seemingly convinced they could defeat you.

You are pleased with the news Bagst brought you. You are not afraid of the enemy's high morale, but you are afraid of their low morale, which would affect the quality of the war. After all, the higher the quality of the enemy, the more fulfilling your victory will be.

[Therefore, you ordered your troops to set up camp about ten miles from the enemy, and then handed over command of your army to Lancelot, letting him decide when to start the battle and what tactics to use.]

Faced with your trust, Lancelot put in his best effort, but in the end, he offered a plan that you felt you could handle on your own.

"For a charge, we only need to divide the army into three groups. You lead the Cavalry to confront the enemy in the front, while Agravure and I will lead the rest of the cavalry in two groups to charge from the left and right flanks. At most, we'll charge back and forth twice, and those guys will naturally collapse."

Inside the tent, Lancelot confidently stated his plans.

"That's it?" Quinn remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he felt uneasy. "Are you sure you don't need me to give you the Chastity Knights?"

He had expected Lancelot to have some brilliant tactical plan, but... isn't this just the same strategy I used when playing cavalry in Total War? It sounds like I could do that too.

Quinn didn't know what to say. He glanced at his own pitifully low military score of only 7, and then at Lancelot's military score of 35. For a moment, he couldn't tell where the difference between him and Lancelot lay.

“That’s enough, sir. I don’t think any army can maintain the courage to continue fighting when it’s being attacked on both flanks by a thousand cavalrymen on each side. If Agraven and I fail to complete our mission, it’s not too late for you to send the Cavalry to attack.”

Lancelot couldn't quite understand why Quinn thought this tactic was unreliable, just as he couldn't understand where Quinn had dragged this army out from.

When he took over the command position from Quinn, he thought he was going to be facing a tough challenge. However, when Quinn declared war and took him to visit the army he was about to command, Lancelot thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

The last time he came into contact with Quinn's army was when Quinn went to search for the Holy Lance, at which time Quinn's army consisted of only 600 armored paladins.

Lancelot thought this was Quinn's trump card and believed that Quinn intended to use this cavalry to fight against the Kings of England. However, when Quinn assembled his troops, what appeared before him was a full 2000 armored paladins, as well as a total of 1500 purgatory knights, who, in Lancelot's opinion, were almost all qualified to be candidates for Knights of the Round Table.

He had never fought such a rich war in his life! If this army were Lancelot's, he would even dare to attack Jerusalem!

No wonder my lord dared to say he could conquer England in 20 days. I guess I'm just not experienced enough to understand the true value of a master.

However, Quinn couldn't quite understand Lancelot's thoughts. He still felt that Lancelot's arrangements were somewhat unreliable. In the past, when he played King Xuan of Qi in CK, he would only dare to declare war if he had an army that was at least ten times larger than the enemy's.

Now, suddenly having to fight outnumbered, Quinn felt uneasy.

You think Lancelot is too reckless, but you believe his military stats are higher than yours, so he must have his reasons. Therefore, you decide to combine your cautious approach with Lancelot's tactical planning.

[You decide that before Lancelot and Agravure lead the armored paladins in their charge, you will personally unleash a Holy Lance on the enemy. After the Holy Lance is unleashed, they will then charge. Once they have completed their first charge, you will join Bagst to lead the Righteous Knights in a frontal assault, coordinating with their second charge to secure a decisive victory.]

Your decision made Lancelot's expression very subtle, but he didn't object; he felt that this would also lead to victory.

And so, the next day, the bugle call of war sounded as promised.

The English kings immediately commanded their armies and deployed them in battle formation on the plateau. They placed their hastily conscripted soldiers on the front line, these men who had not long ago been farmers, armed with lances to defend against your cavalry. Behind the lancers were the kings' true army, composed of heavy infantry and longbowmen, while a small number of light cavalry flanked the entire army.

This massive army of over 40,000 men occupied almost half the battlefield. When you led the Cavalry Knights to a position about 400 meters away from the enemy, you realized for the first time just how much over 40,000 men truly meant.

[As far as the eye can see, a vast, swarming army of people almost fills your entire field of vision, stretching all the way to the horizon. What you can see is an army so large that you could drown from a single spit from each of them. Your hands and feet are trembling slightly. You feel that if you weren't on horseback, you would probably be unable to move by now. But thankfully, Bagst, who is beside you, suddenly barks excitedly.]

Now, everyone noticed the black dog fairy beside you. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Bagst revealed her true form, flames burning on her body, and strong chains appearing around her neck.

[An ordinary black dog suddenly transformed into a monster with burning horns and eyes, bound by chains. This scene left the kings of England dumbfounded. At this moment, the people living in England suddenly recalled the rumors they had heard since childhood.]

Legend has it that on a desolate plateau lives a black dog that attacks any travelers it encounters. It is a death spirit that has lived on this land since ancient times, and witnessing this black dog is a sign of impending death.

[And the next second, they saw you raising the Holy Lance.]

In Bagst's excitement, you remembered what you had to do, and so you shouted out the line you had heard countless times before.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor!"

A pillar of light, reaching to the heavens and earth, flashed across the chalk plateau. The Holy Lance, now unleashed in its true form, unleashed the power this divine weapon was meant to possess. Countless rays of light converged to form a tree, and in the next moment, the Tree of Light disintegrated, its branches extending towards the very center of the enemy army, as if a divine miracle had occurred.

Your legendary story has been elevated.

[You have acquired the legendary trait - Sage King]

Chapter Sixty-Five: You Too Are Rome!

As Quinn uttered the liberating incantation for the Holy Lance, the lance in his hand began to disintegrate. The gleaming silver tip, woven from countless twisted steel bands, burst forth with a blinding light, transforming into countless ribbons of light that shimmered across the chalky plateau. Then, the straight shaft also began to flash, transforming into a slender rod.

The entire Holy Lance is like a tree of light that grew in Quinn's hands. The shaft is the trunk, the tip is the branch, and the true ether that spills out from the light is the leaves of this giant tree.

Everyone was speechless at the brilliance of the Holy Lance, including Quinn himself.

When Artoria went to conquer Wales, Gawain wrote back to him describing Artoria's state when using the Holy Lance. According to Gawain's reply, when Artoria unleashed the power of the Holy Lance, the light of the Holy Lance manifested as a spiral-shaped spear of light, somewhat similar to the Holy Lance itself becoming gigantic.

But now...

This scene looks so much like when the Lion King unleashes the Holy Lance in FGO! Why does the power emanating from the Holy Lance when I use it feel more like a tree? And... what about the mana consumption?

Quinn had anticipated that his magic would be drained when he unleashed the Holy Lance, but in reality, he now feels completely...

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Without any apparent consumption, it was as if the Holy Lance had simply released its restraints and revealed its true form after he uttered a safety word.

Quinn had many questions in his mind, but the excited barking of dogs in his ears reminded him that now was not the time to dwell on such trivial matters. Bagst had already begun to jump around happily, just like a hunting dog, waiting for its master's command to pounce on its prey. Her target was the enemy army who were shocked by the light of the Holy Lance.

That's right. Who cares about all that? We're already here, and the Holy Lance is already up. How can we not give them a good stab?

With a thought, the Holy Spear in his hand, which had transformed into a giant tree, seemed to hear its master's call and began to perform on its own. The ribbons of light surged into the sky, leaped into the clouds, and then fell from the sky. The astonishing speed of the fall caused the thick clouds to churn downwards, forming a conspicuous funnel shape. The next moment, the ribbons of light crashed into the center of the enemy army, just missing the peasant soldiers on the periphery.

The deafening roar instantly shattered the enemy's morale. The intense heat emanating from behind them made the outer soldiers instinctively turn around, only to be met with a patch of scorched earth radiating heat.

Before these people could recover, the war horns sounded again. Lancelot and Agravain, who had witnessed the glory of the Holy Lance, did not stand still and miss the opportunity because of the liberation of the Holy Lance. They immediately led their cavalry to charge the enemy. When the shock caused by the two thousand heavy cavalry charging from the left and right sides reached the hearts of the enemy, this hastily assembled army lost all morale.

[The English kings' armies crumbled and collapsed, proving utterly ineffective before you. You have finally matured into a barely competent monarch, winning over many princes with your solid military achievements. Although you are still far from your goal of becoming a great ruler, you have at least gotten on the right track.]

[As Lancelot and Agravan completely shattered the enemy's formation, the Righteous Knights in your main force also sprang into action. Just as you had planned, your Holy Lance Unleashed destroyed the enemy's elite knights and shattered their morale. Two cavalry charges then tore this rabble apart. A great victory indeed!]

You captured over ten thousand enemy soldiers, including several surviving English kings. Thousands were killed or wounded, and countless others fled. All you lost were a few unlucky cavalrymen who accidentally stepped into craters left by your holy lance in the chaos of the battlefield, fell from their horses, and were trampled to death. This made you feel a pang of heartache, but the thought of the enemy's casualties also filled you with immense joy.

Your legendary story has been elevated.

According to British historical records, in the year King Arthur ascended the throne, Camelot, on the advice of the Mayor of the Palace, formed an alliance with France, officially beginning the path to the unification of Britain. The King personally led an army to conquer Wales, and the Mayor of the Palace was granted the title of Prince of Wales. The following month, the King went to Avalon to find the sword in the lake. Camelot happened to encounter the attack of the English kings. The Mayor of the Palace challenged the kings to battle, and with 3500 men, he fought against more than 45000, achieving a great victory and capturing all the kings in one battle. From then on, the land of England was terrified.

According to British historical records, during the Battle of the Cretaceous Plateau, a black dog, symbolizing death, accompanied the Mayor of Camelot. The outcome of this war was predetermined from the beginning, because mortals could not defeat gods. Camelot's Mayor of Camelot was likely not an ordinary person, but rather the embodiment of something extraordinary, much like King Arthur.

Some historians agree with this conjecture because they have consulted various official and unofficial histories and found that there are frequent folk records that the Mayor of the Palace favored cavalry and, in recorded campaigns, always carried only mobile cavalry, and was always accompanied by a black dog. Combined with the records of Viking invasions of England, this image of the Mayor of the Palace may be related to the impact of the Viking invasions.

[In any case, this war has brought you everything you wanted. The English kings have lost all courage. On the now-calmed battlefield, these once-arrogant princes kneel before you in the presence of their captured subjects, awaiting your judgment in fear. Bagst strolls around them, greedily savoring the fear emanating from them. They have decided they are doomed.]

However, you ordered them to be released, along with the soldiers you captured. You did not pursue their defeat, only requiring them to bury the dead in this war according to Catholic rites. Finally, you reiterated that you would send a messenger to them with a letter urging them to surrender in two days.

Your orders shocked the kings. They initially thought you were lying, that you intended to give them hope only to crush it later. It wasn't until you left with your army that they realized the truth of your delusion.

You returned to Camelot, not to celebrate the victory with great fanfare, but as if you had simply gone out hunting. You comfortably dealt with state affairs at court for two days, after which letters of surrender from the English kings arrived like snowflakes. The surviving princes all submitted to you, voluntarily relinquishing their titles and ceasing to call themselves kings.

[And you, you handed over these letters of surrender to Agraven, ordering him to take 500 chaplains to England to collect and reorganize the fiefdoms of the English kings on your behalf, and to re-plan them according to the duchies' claims, thereby restoring order to the chaotic situation in England.]

Your great victory and the way you dealt with the English kings have made you famous throughout Europe. The King of France was the first to congratulate you, followed by the Pope of the Catholic Church. This time, his letter was even more polite and respectful than when he vindicated you. You considered your method of dealing with prisoners of war to be a model for all of Europe.

Some people need religion to validate their character, but you are different. All Catholics have gained high praise because of your actions. They see you as the saintly ruler of Catholic doctrine. They are willing to fund your unification of Britain and claim that your actions themselves constitute a holy war, laying the foundation for the legitimacy of your rule over Britain.

You responded appropriately to each of these letters, accepting these acts of kindness from afar. At the same time as you replied, King Liao Dekuan also sent a letter apologizing for his behavior. To this, you unusually acted petty and pretended not to see it.

King Rhodes was deeply troubled by the lack of your reply. He was filled with fear and spent his days staring gloomily at the horizon outside the castle, terrified that an army would appear in his territory at any moment. A few days later, a messenger from King Rhodes arrived before you. The messenger told you that King Rhodes had abdicated due to excessive pressure, and his final order was to enthrone Guinevere as queen. He hoped you would give your support.

[You know that, apart from the King of France as your partner, your British allies have already become your vassals, only lacking a formal procedure. Therefore, you agreed to King Rhodes' final decision and sent a messenger to tell King Rhodes himself that after you unify Britain, you will, as originally promised, bestow upon Guinevere the title of Queen of Ireland.]

[You have resolved all the problems within this alliance and obtained the legitimacy of unifying Britain from the Pope, a legitimacy that transcends the secular realm. You feel that all you need to do is wait for Artoria to return to Camelot, and then you can simply have the big ahoge continue to conquer the world for you, subjugating Scotland and Ireland.]

However, just when you thought all the internal conflicts were resolved, a messenger from the Mediterranean arrived at your court.

"Great King of Britain, Glory of the Romans, I come on behalf of the Roman Emperor Lucius, and our great Emperor brings you a gift."

Quinn stared at the messenger who appeared before him, dressed in a standard Roman red suit, with chests full of gold beside him, and fell silent.

Wait, dude, what are you Romans doing here at this time of year, getting involved in Britain's affairs?

Your deeds have successfully attracted the attention of the Roman emperor, Lucius the Swordsman, and he has set a target for you.

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Chapter Sixty-Six: Lucius, you are so vicious! I'm going to get up at 8 AM!

Camelot Court.

Quinn stared at the Roman who claimed to be the emperor's messenger, bringing him imperial gifts, and was momentarily bewildered. He pondered for a long time, but still couldn't understand why the Roman emperor would be interested in someone like him, who was causing trouble in a small island nation on the edge of Europe.

especially……

"These are the treasures Emperor Lucius has prepared for you. His Majesty knows that you love to travel and adventure, so he has specially prepared rare and precious items from all over the world for you. Among them, the most valuable are these ten chests of silk and spices from the East. I hope you will like His Majesty's gift."

He's so generous!

As Quinn listened to the messenger recount the list of congratulatory gifts, his face remained impassive, but inwardly he was utterly astonished.

He knew long ago that in the Arthurian legend, the Roman Emperor Lucius was a super-capable man, capable of reviving the Roman Empire that should have perished, and an ultimate ruthless man who could restore the empire from the brink of collapse to prosperity in just a few years. Therefore, Quinn had always regarded him as his ultimate enemy, rather than Vortigern, who was stronger in combat.

However, he did not expect that the Roman emperor's actions would be so extraordinary.

Dyed fabrics, gold and silver jewelry, furs of rare birds and animals... all these things were rare and hard to buy even if you were willing to spend money in this era. Especially those ten chests of silk and spices, Quinn dared to say that even if he emptied out Britain, he couldn't put together that much.

Lucius's gift, if viewed in later generations, would be like a top-tier private house with its own backyard in Beijing's Third Ring Road.

Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious; there's no smoke without fire! This Roman emperor must have something on his mind!

Quinn's eyes gradually sharpened as he mentally reviewed what he would do if he were the Roman emperor facing a gradually unifying Britain. After much thought, he came to a conclusion: he would emulate the later Anglo-American father and son, acting as a troublemaker to incite internal strife in Camelot and thus disrupt Britain's unification.

Yes, the Roman emperor must have thought the same thing!

“I welcome the Roman Emperor’s congratulations, but I don’t understand why this high and mighty Emperor would send me such a grand gift specifically?” Quinn, who had already made up his mind, spoke up. “I am not the King of Camelot, but merely a Palace Attendant. Logically, even if His Majesty the Emperor were to send a gift, it should be to me, the King.”

"No, this is what His Majesty the Emperor gave you. In addition, His Majesty the Emperor also has a letter of appointment."

The messenger seemed to have anticipated Quinn's question. With a smile on his face, in front of many knights in the court, he pulled out a roll of parchment from his bosom and began to speak in fluent Latin, using an official tone, recounting the contents of the parchment. As the messenger spoke, the few people in the court who understood Latin gradually showed astonishment and shock on their faces.

Even Quinn couldn't control his facial expression, staring in disbelief at the letter from the Roman emperor. This was all because of what the historian had said, which could be roughly translated as: