In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Soon after, Anan issued his first conscription order throughout Camelot:

From this day forward, anyone who can pass the trial path he has drawn up, regardless of their status, can unconditionally join his knightly order!

It's worth mentioning that, although there was no Black Abyss White Flower to bless it, Anan had already spread information about the Trial Road to the outside world, which could be considered as indirectly reducing the difficulty of the trial.

The conscription order immediately caused a huge uproar throughout Camelot!

In fact, almost everyone in Camelot knows about the Path of Trials.

This was mainly because the achievements of Anan's Three Hundred Knights in the Battle of the Great Plains were so astonishing that they were even hailed by many bards as the "War of Myths," attracting the curiosity and attention of countless people. In addition, he later revealed the secrets of the Trial Path at Morgan's party, making the Trial Path one of the hottest topics in Camelot during this period.

In this age of entertainment scarcity, such a sensational topic naturally attracts a great deal of attention. After learning the specifics of this trial path, people are all deeply shocked and understand why the King's Knights are so powerful.

The statement made by Anan, "Only those who have passed the Trial Road will be recognized by me as true knights," somehow got out and gained widespread acceptance among the people, giving the Trial Road a new name—the Proof of the Knight.

In Camelot, the Knight's Certificate has become almost the sole indicator of a knight's worth—only by going further down this path can you prove that you are closer to becoming a true knight.

—And this claim has even begun to spread throughout Britain.

Knights are a group of people who value honor above all else. They would not easily give up a chance to prove themselves. In addition, this conscription order almost ignited the hearts of all British knights, attracting countless people to join them.

Yanan was naturally happy to see this happen, since the more people participated, the sooner his plan could be completed.

And so, while waiting for the experimental results of the pseudo-circuit, he kept an eye on the progress of the Trial Road, and pushed forward the reform and implementation of policies, making each day incredibly fulfilling.

One evening, as he finished his official duties and was about to rest, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence.

"It's the aura of Jizo-myoji." He looked out the window at the deep night sky, his brow furrowing slightly. "Could it be...?"

He directly drew the runes of [Rune Space], changed his position, and quickly moved closer to the location of that aura.

About ten minutes later, he arrived at a secluded grove in Camelot and saw a figure covered in a black cloak lying on the ground. A cold and strong smell of blood filled his nostrils.

Yanan quickly stepped forward, picked up the figure, and unsurprisingly saw a familiar face.

Yurina!

At this moment, Yulina's face was extremely pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and her once charming and beautiful face was full of pain. Her black robe was in disarray, covered with wrinkles and scratches. Her hand was tightly covering her abdomen, where there was a huge and hideous wound, from which scarlet blood was constantly flowing out. Just looking at it made one's heart tremble.

Sensing that incredibly faint life force, Yanan's expression immediately turned serious, and he immediately began treating Yulina.

He first summoned a feather of dust and merged it into Yulina's brow, forcibly awakening her will to live. Then he summoned the Black Abyss White Flower to heal her injuries.

The moment the power of the Black Abyss White Flower was integrated into Yurina's body, a look of surprise appeared on Yanan's face.

He discovered that Yulina's injuries were not as simple as they appeared. In addition to the external wound, almost half of her internal organs were broken, at least a third of her bones were broken, and her heart had also suffered considerable damage.

For an ordinary person, they would have died eight hundred times over in this situation!

Yulina is still alive only because of the Dead Apostle's strong vitality and will to survive, but if this continues, she will not be able to escape her fate of death.

If it weren't for the Black Abyss White Flower in Anahn's possession, even the gods couldn't save her.

Anan continuously poured magic into the Black Abyss White Flower, driving the divine key that represented the power of creation to pull Yurina back from the brink of death little by little.

Thanks to the changes brought about by the Black Dragon Body, the magic power within him is now almost inexhaustible. Otherwise, if he were to encounter a near-death situation like Yulina, he might have had to resort to another massive bloodletting, just like when he saved Sidden.

After about an hour, Yanan finally finished healing Yulina's injuries. Not only were all her internal organs restored to normal, but the huge wound on her abdomen was also healed, leaving no trace.

Yulina's originally pale face gradually became rosy, her breathing gradually returned to normal, and she gradually radiated new vitality.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and then her scarlet eyes slowly opened, gazing blankly at the familiar face before her.

"Owner?"

Chapter Eleven: War Reignites!?

In the dead of night, the deep darkness enveloped the entire earth like a curtain, plunging all things into a slumbering stillness.

In the brightly lit study, Yanan poured a cup of black tea and placed it in front of Yulina.

"How are you feeling now? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Yulina took the black tea and shook her head slightly: "No, I feel great right now."

Yanan nodded slightly and sat down on the sofa opposite Yulina: "Tell me what happened."

He had sent Yulina to the North to gather intelligence, thinking that with her ability to absorb magic and transform into smoke, she would be safe. However, he never expected that she would suffer such serious injuries.

“I accidentally exposed myself.” Yulina gave a wry smile. “I sneaked into the palace of the Kingdom of Kent to steal information, but I didn’t expect that there were Dead Apostles hiding in the palace. I was discovered by them immediately.”

Yanan frowned slightly: "With your strength, even if you were discovered by a few Dead Apostles, you should be able to escape."

“That’s generally true.” Yulina shook her head helplessly. “But there was one very powerful being among those Dead Apostles. I was seriously injured by him.”

“Who is it?” Yanan asked.

Yulina took a deep breath and said, word by word, "White Winged Duke—Tevanm Otenroshe!"

"So it was him." Yanan nodded slightly.

Whitewing Lord Tevan Ottenrose is a general under the Moon King Zhu Yue and one of the oldest Dead Apostles. According to the original timeline, after Zhu Yue was destroyed by the Jewel Elder, he became the King of the Dead Apostles, the representative of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, and nominally held the greatest authority, making him a figure who could rival the de facto pinnacle of the Dead Apostles, Black Princess Eltrudge.

Since she encountered the White Winged Duke, it makes sense that Yulina was so badly injured.

Seeing Yanan's calm reaction, Yulina was momentarily dumbfounded and cautiously asked, "Master, aren't you surprised at all?"

“Surprised? Why should I be surprised? Just because the Whitewing Duke appeared at Kent Palace?” Yanan looked at Yulina with a half-smile. “I guess you’re trying to tell me that the entire North has already colluded with the Dead Apostles, right?”

"This!" Yulina's crimson eyes widened in shock.

"And besides the Dead Apostles, you should have also discovered traces of the Divine Realm in the North, such as the Chimeras and the Mountain Giants, right?" Yanan said calmly.

Yurina stared blankly at Yanan. How could the other party already know all the information that she had gone through so much trouble to obtain?

As if she had thought of something, a strong anger suddenly rose in her heart.

He clearly knew everything, yet he still sent her to the Northern Border under the guise of intelligence gathering. What kind of nonsense is that? Was he just using her for his own amusement? She almost died there!

“I know you’re angry, but believe me, I would never joke about the lives of those around me.” Yanan seemed to see through her thoughts and said calmly, “When I sent you to the North, I really knew nothing about the situation there. The only reason I learned about these things later was because I had already dealt with those guys.”

He then told Juliana about the beast tide at Lucammons and the Battle of the Great Plains.

The latter then suddenly realized that this was the truth of the matter.

She scratched her face awkwardly, lowered her head and muttered softly, "I'm so sorry, Master, I misunderstood you."

“It’s alright. This time it was indeed my oversight. If I had been more careful, you wouldn’t have been in such a dangerous situation.” Yanan shook his head, pondered for a moment, and then casually summoned a golden sword in his hand.

"Consider this my compensation to you."

Yurina looked at the golden sword with a conflicted expression: "But I don't know how to use a sword..."

"It's alright, you'll see once you try it." Yanan smiled mysteriously and handed the golden sword to Yulina.

Although the latter was somewhat puzzled, he still obediently accepted it.

The moment she received it, the Key of Domination suddenly emitted a pure golden light, enveloping Yurina.

Yanan leaned back on the sofa, watching the scene calmly.

About ten minutes later, the light gradually faded, and Yurina reappeared. The golden sword in her hand had disappeared, replaced by—

A sickle.

This is a scythe that is predominantly black, covered with rose-shaped red patterns. The blade is an absolute scarlet, exuding a cold, bloody aura like death.

A strange look appeared in Yanan's eyes. He hadn't expected that Yulina would ultimately choose such a strange weapon as a scythe.

However, it must be admitted that this weapon does look quite good.

Perhaps this is just a girl's nature.

Yulina slowly opened her eyes, looked at the scythe in her hand, and a strong look of joy immediately appeared in her scarlet eyes.

"How is it? Is it suitable?" Yanan asked with a smile.

“Perfect! Thank you, Master!” Yulina said excitedly, then a hint of shame appeared on her face. “However, I haven’t fully gained the weapon’s approval yet, so I can’t unleash its full power.”

"It's alright. Just keep honing your willpower, and you'll soon be able to fully master this weapon." Yanan smiled. "Come a little closer."

Yulina obediently leaned forward, and then felt a finger touch her brow. Suddenly, she felt a strange sense of ease all over her body, and it seemed that a strange power had appeared in her body.

“I have released the Seed of Corruption from your body, and I have integrated the power of corruption within it into your body. From now on, you can use this power at will,” Yanan said.

Yulina turned her head and, using the reflection in the mirror, saw that the black flame mark on her forehead had indeed disappeared!

A deep sense of gratitude welled up in her heart; her master's actions demonstrated his trust in her.

"Alright, it's getting late, go and get some rest. I've already had a servant prepare a room for you, someone will take you there after you leave," Yanan said, picking up the red tea on the table and taking a sip.

Yulina nodded slightly, then seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly said, "Oh right, Master, I have another very important piece of information here!"

Yanan calmly sipped his tea: "Speak."

Yulina said with a serious expression:

"I overheard the conversation between the King of Kent and the Duke of Whitewing in the Kent Palace. They said that in another month, the Kingdom of Kent, the Kingdom of Sussex, and the Kingdom of Wessex would gather 50,000 troops to launch an attack on the southern border!"

Click!

In an instant, Yanan crushed the teacup in his hand into powder!

Chapter Twelve Centralized Power

Inside the council chamber, Artoria, Bedivere, Kay, Morgan, Feuerius, and others sat around a round table, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

This was mainly because Yanan's serious expression made everyone feel uneasy, especially when they saw that even Merlin, who usually slacked off, was sitting obediently next to Yanan, the feeling of unease became even stronger.

Everyone had a vague feeling that today's impromptu meeting was probably no small matter.

"Is everyone here?" Yanan looked around and nodded slightly. "In that case, let's get down to business."

"Your Majesty, why did you summon us here in such a hurry? Has something serious happened?" Bedivere asked.

“This is indeed an extraordinary event,” Yanan said solemnly. “I won’t keep you in suspense any longer. I recently received definite intelligence that in a month, the kingdoms of Wessex, Sussex, and Kent, three of the seven kingdoms of the North, will assemble an army of 50,000 and march south to Hadrian’s Wall!”

boom!

As if a bomb had been detonated, the council chamber fell into complete silence.

After lying low for fifteen years, the seven northern kingdoms are finally planning to launch an attack on the south!?

Although the news was initially very shocking, everyone was only momentarily stunned before gradually coming to their senses.