In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

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With the death of Blackwing Duke, the pitch-black world cracked like shattered glass, allowing wisps of light to penetrate. Then, with a bang, the entire Reality Marble shattered completely.

The familiar sunlight shone on Yanan. He glanced down and saw the remaining Northern soldiers, fantasy creatures, and dead apostles still fighting fiercely, the scene bloody and tragic.

He turned to look at White Wing Duke Tevanm not far away, raising an eyebrow slightly: "I thought you would run away while Black Wing Duke was setting up his bounded field, but I didn't expect you to still be here. Did you really think Black Wing Duke could kill me?"

"Of course I wouldn't have such a naive idea. Rather, what I've been waiting for is the moment you kill him," Bai Yigong said calmly.

“Although I knew your relationship with him wasn’t good, I didn’t expect it to be this bad. Aren’t you afraid Zhu Yue will find out about this?” Yanan asked.

"Of course I'm not afraid, because this was originally the King's order." A strange smile suddenly appeared on Whitewing Duke's face. "Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hide it any longer. To tell you the truth, King Arthur, this time, our real target wasn't Camelot, but—"

"you!"

Anan felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of foreboding suddenly rising within him.

The instant the White Winged Duke finished speaking, a tiny black dot appeared where the Black Winged Duke had vanished. It then rapidly expanded into a black hole large enough to accommodate a person, with an immense suction force emanating from it, pulling Anan closer and closer to its interior.

The black hole was like an abyss that devoured everything; its interior was dark and chaotic, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"That is a space of exile, no one knows what it's like inside, because no one has ever been able to escape from it!" Whitewing Duke laughed maniacally. "Pay the price for your arrogance, King Arthur!"

"Stop joking!" Yanan's face was ashen, and with a wave of his hand, Eden's Star flew over immediately.

"Key of Devouring - Star of Eden - Zero Rated Power, Simulated Black Hole, Unleash!"

The small, dark red sphere rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a black hole tens of meters in diameter. An even more terrifying suction force emanated from within, gradually pulling Yanan back.

"Well--!!"

Yanan gritted his teeth and couldn't help but let out a painful groan. Being sandwiched between two black holes was not a pleasant feeling. If he hadn't been in a state of complete liberation of his Black Dragon body, he probably would have been torn into countless pieces long ago.

"Hmph, you are indeed tenacious, King Arthur. But it's a pity, Your Majesty foresaw this would happen."

Bai Yigong grinned maliciously, and the phantom of a golden cup gradually pierced through his chest.

"God said, 'Let there be light!'"

brush--!!

A radiance more dazzling than the sun instantly filled the entire world, freezing everything as if it were encased in amber.

The zeroth rated power of Eden's Star was forced to stop operating, and Anarn was immediately dragged into the black hole leading to the Exile Space.

"It's finally over." Bai Yigong breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

King Arthur has always been their greatest threat. This terrifying man has always been able to create all sorts of incredible miracles. Whether it was Vortigern holding the Holy Grail or Crimson Moon unleashing her power, neither of them could gain the slightest advantage over him.

It's as if this guy came into this world specifically to target them.

Therefore, after careful consideration, they decided to banish this guy from this world.

In order to lure the enemy into this trap, Voodoo used 50,000 troops as bait, and Zhu Yue also sacrificed a loyal servant.

This was a very heavy price to pay, but in the end, it was all worth it.

Without King Arthur, no one in this world can stop them!

"We must hurry back and report this good news to the King."

Just as Bai Yi was about to turn and leave, a golden spear with a chain suddenly emerged from the rapidly shrinking black hole and pierced him through from behind.

"What is this?!" Bai Yigong turned his head in alarm.

"Want to leave? You'd better come over here obediently!" Yanan's icy voice came from inside the black hole, and the chains suddenly straightened, pulling White Winged Prince towards the black hole.

"No no no no!!!"

Bai Yigong screamed wildly, his face filled with unconcealable panic. He tried desperately to break free of the chains, even wanting to cut off his own body, but under Judah's [binding] power, he was no different from an ordinary person and had no way to break free.

Judah's chains dragged Whitewing into the exiled space the instant the black hole disappeared.

Then the void returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

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The Great Wall in the North.

"What did you say!" Artoria slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her azure eyes filled with disbelief.

Merlin's voice echoed in her ears: "I said, this surprise attack was actually a trap set by Vortigern and Zhu Yue specifically for the king. The king fell into their trap and has now been banished to another dimension."

Artoria hurriedly said, "Tell me, how can we get him out!"

"There's no way around it. That place is located in a crack between worlds, so even my clairvoyance can't see it. Moreover, Vortigern has placed the Holy Grail on the outside of that space. Unless we can find a power higher than the Holy Grail, we simply can't open that space," Merlin said helplessly.

"Then why didn't you go help him!" Artoria was like a raging lion, her eyes blazing with fury. "You didn't help him when he was fighting, and now that he's been banished, you say you can't bring him back. What good are you anyway!"

This was the first time Artoria had ever lost her temper with Merlin, and the latter fell silent.

When Anaen went north, he instructed Merlin to guard Camelot, so he could not leave without permission. Moreover, given the circumstances at the time, unless he killed the Blackwing Lord in Anaen's place, the final outcome would not have changed.

Merlin didn't say these words aloud, because he knew that this wasn't Artoria's intention. She was blinded by anger and couldn't calm down, so she just wanted to vent.

After saying this, Artoria sat down, head down, and remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Please forgive me, Merlin. I'm not blaming you; I was just a little agitated."

“I understand,” Merlin sighed. “So what do you plan to do now?”

Artoria pondered for a moment and said, "No matter what, the news of the teacher's disappearance must not be spread, otherwise it will easily cause unrest in the army."

"Do you still intend to continue the attack?" Merlin asked in surprise.

"I have no way out. The only way to save my teacher now is to defeat Vortigern and seize the Holy Grail!" Artoria clenched her fists tightly, a determined look appearing in her azure eyes. "Even if my teacher is no longer here, I must continue. Since my teacher said that one day I will be crowned king, then from this moment on, I must shoulder the responsibilities of a king!"

Merlin remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh of emotion: "Lily, you've really grown up."

Having made up her mind, Artoria picked up the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, stepped out of the tent, and walked resolutely toward the military camp.

However, she did not notice that a crimson feather on the back of her neck was emitting a hazy glow.

Chapter Sixty Revenge

Artoria summoned Nidhogg, Scáthach, Morgan, and others, and told them about Anann's situation, which unsurprisingly shocked and angered them.

"So, the only way now is to defeat Vortigern, seize the Holy Grail, and then rescue Anahn, right?" Scáthach said coldly.

Artoria nodded: "That's right."

“In that case,” Scáthach said, a crimson magic spear appearing in her hand, “I’ll go and kill that guy now.”

“Wait, Miss Scáthach.” Artoria stepped in front of Scáthach. “I understand how you feel, but it’s too dangerous for you to go alone.”

“That’s right, Scáthach. Vortigern now has the Holy Grail, a very powerful ally, and tens of thousands of soldiers. You’re going in alone, like a lamb entering a tiger’s den. Even with a few of us, it won’t be enough. I know you want to rescue Anahn as soon as possible, but it’s precisely at times like these that we need to stay calm,” Morgan said.

Scáthach was silent for a moment, then turned to Artoria: "What are your plans?"

“I plan to change our previous strategy. We will split into two groups, concentrate our forces to conquer the Kingdom of Mercia and the Kingdom of Essex, and then the two armies will merge to attack the Kingdom of Northumbria. This way, we can launch an attack on Vortigern as quickly as possible,” Artoria said.

"But what about the Kingdom of East Anglia? Are we just going to leave it like this?" Nidhogg asked, puzzled.

“Of course not. I’ve already sent Merlin to contact the Allied Nations. We’ll leave the rest of the Eastern Anglia Kingdom to them,” Artoria said.

“They refused to send troops to help us before, so how could they possibly listen to you and attack the Kingdom of East Anglia now?” Scáthach said, her brow furrowed.

"Because I said that if they send troops, then this matter will be forgiven, but if they still intend to continue to hide in the back, then I will immediately lead my troops back to the Southern Territory and deal with them first." Artoria's voice was as cold as ice.

The reason why Anahn fell into the ambush was partly because Vortigern was well prepared and caught them off guard, but on the other hand, it was also because the allied nations stood by and watched without sending reinforcements.

If they had been willing to provide assistance, then Yanan would not have needed to return in person, nor would he have fallen into the trap and been banished to another dimension.

Twenty-two years ago, when King Uther went north to fight Vortigern, these guys chose to turn a blind eye, resulting in King Uther's defeat and death. Now, Vortigern has sent troops to launch a surprise attack on Camelot, and these guys have once again chosen to remain indifferent, causing Anahn to be caught in the crossfire.

Artoria knew exactly what these guys were thinking. They were simply uneasy because Camelot was too powerful right now, so they wanted to take this opportunity to weaken him.

In fact, Yanan had told them Vortigern's purpose a long time ago, but no one believed him, and some even thought it was a lie fabricated by Yanan.

All along, the only ones who truly resisted Vortigern were Camelot. Those guys formed a so-called alliance of nations, claiming that everyone was an ally, but when it came to the crucial moment, not a single one of them stood up to help, and some even secretly dragged them down behind their backs.

Artoria had completely lost her patience with these hypocritical and selfish guys!

“Good job, Lily. Why should we be the ones charging into battle while those guys sit back and reap the rewards? We should have done this a long time ago!” Morgan’s lips curled into a cold smile. Clearly, she had long been annoyed with the Allied Nations.

"When will they reply?" Scáthach asked.

"I've given them a deadline of noon tomorrow. If two-thirds of the countries haven't sent troops by then, I'll immediately dispatch the God-Slaying Knights to annihilate them all," Artoria said.

Scáthach nodded and turned to walk outside.

"Miss Scáthach, where are you going?"

"I'm going to take care of something small, I'll be right back."

Artoria wanted to say something more, but Morgan grabbed her hand and shook his head slightly: "Let her vent."

Artoria watched Scáthach's retreating figure, sighed softly, and turned to Morgan: "Sister Wang, could you please go and call Bedivere and the others over? I still need to discuss the new offensive strategy with them."

Morgan paused slightly, as no one had ever given her such instructions before, except for Yanan, but she nodded nonetheless: "I understand."

She walked to the tent entrance, then turned to look at Artoria, who was talking to Nidhogg, as if she saw a shadow of someone in the latter.

So, is this your reason for choosing her...? She sighed inwardly and turned to walk out.

Artoria postponed the day's military campaign and summoned the members of the Knights of the Round Table. They worked through the night to devise a new route and plan for the advance. Ultimately, it was decided that Artoria would lead the Knights of Godslayer, Morgan, and 10,000 soldiers to attack the Kingdom of Mercia, while Bedivere would lead the Knights of the Round Table, Scáthach, Nidhogg, and the remaining 40,000 soldiers to attack the Kingdom of Essex. They were given two days to conquer it.

Although the group was somewhat puzzled as to why Artoria was suddenly so eager to launch an attack, they accepted the plan and went to arrange their respective armies.

The next morning, Scáthach finally returned, radiating a chilling murderous aura, her body covered in blood, like a demon emerging from hell.

She was carrying two heads, one of Count Marco and the other of King Gwent.

No one knows how she managed to kill these two important figures in just one night, but it was clearly an extremely brutal battle.

"Don't worry, this blood isn't mine, it just got on me by accident."

Scáthach casually tossed the heads to the ground. Both men's faces were contorted, and deep fear lingered in their bulging eyes, making it hard to imagine what they had gone through before they died.

Nidhogg stepped forward and stomped on the two heads one after the other, crushing them like watermelons. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, a truly gruesome sight.

However, Artoria chose to ignore it.

So many years have passed, and she is no longer the innocent little girl she once was.

Now, her tolerance and compassion are reserved only for those she cherishes.