In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

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The king is back!

The king, who had been missing for twenty days, has finally returned!

The moment the news spread, the entire Hadrian's Wall trembled, and all the Camelot soldiers were instantly filled with immense excitement.

"God bless Camelot, the king has finally returned!"

"I knew it! The king would be safe and sound!"

"Haha, the Chosen King has returned! The days are numbered for those monsters of the North!"

When the news reached the front lines, Bedwell, who had been appointed acting commander-in-chief, finally breathed a long sigh of relief, relieved of his anxiety.

"That's wonderful! The King and Miss Artoria are both back safely. It's a pity that Kai is still in the Black Forest. Otherwise, he would be happier than all of us if he knew this news."

Lancelot and Lanmarok exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of relief in each other's eyes.

"It's really not good at all!" Yulina said with obvious frustration. "Master finally came back, but I wasn't by his side. I'm such a failure!"

Bedwell gave a wry smile: "I'm sorry, Miss Yulina, but we really need your help. I hope you can understand."

Yulina's abilities are truly outstanding, especially given their current situation, where she plays a crucial role.

“There’s no need to rush, Miss Yulina,” Lancelot said gently. “Now that the King has returned, he will surely come here, and you will be able to see him then.”

Yulina pursed her lips, about to say something, when a soft laugh suddenly came from outside the tent:

"I think I heard someone talking about me?"

The curtain was suddenly lifted, and a black-haired youth wearing azure silver armor walked in. His deep black eyes swept over everyone, and he smiled slightly:

"Long time no see, everyone."

"king!!"

A look of intense joy appeared in everyone's eyes, and they all knelt on the ground.

"Alright, get up, everyone." Yanan smiled gently. "You've all worked hard these past few days."

“No, please don’t say that. These are things we, as subjects, should do,” Bedivere said, then his emerald-green eyes dimmed slightly. “It’s just that General Bowers…”

“I already know about his situation. Don’t worry, Camelot will not let any hero down.” Yanan patted Bedivere on the shoulder. “I’ve come here to avenge Bowers and all the warriors who died on the battlefield.”

“Yes!” Bedivere nodded without hesitation. He never doubted the king’s words.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, at Bedivere's insistence, Yanan took the seat of honor.

"Explain the current situation to me, Bedivere."

"Yes, my king."

Bedivere composed himself and spoke at a measured pace:

"Currently, our army has a total of 48,000 men. Apart from 10,000 men left to guard Hadrian's Wall, the remaining 38,000 men are all here. The Northern Alliance currently has 23,000 men left, all of whom are surrounded by us in Eagle Fortress. The terrain there is complex, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are also a large number of Divine Fantasy creatures guarding it, making it very difficult to break through. Our two sides have been deadlocked here for ten days."

"Moreover, according to our information, the seven kingdoms of the North are planning to send troops to support us. If we cannot take Eagle Fortress within a month, we may have no choice but to watch them be rescued."

"So what's your idea?" Yanan looked at Bedivere with great interest.

Bedwell hesitated for a moment, then said, "I plan to have Ms. Yulina infiltrate Eagle Fortress and take out their commander. That will surely cause chaos inside, giving us an opportunity."

"Oh?" Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Yulina. "Have you tried it?"

"I did try, but there are detection magics everywhere inside, and there are also Dead Apostles. It's really too difficult to sneak in unnoticed," Yulina said with a wry smile.

Yanan then looked at Lanmarok: "If it were the Knights, could we break in?"

“If it costs nothing, then yes,” Lanmarok replied.

"Is that so? Then it does seem a bit tricky." Yanan nodded slightly. "Send the order for the entire army to retreat three kilometers."

"Eh?"

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Your Majesty, are you planning to give up?" Bedivere asked, puzzled.

"The word 'give up' has never existed in my dictionary," Yanan said calmly. "Enjoy the show, for what I'm about to show you is—"

“A true myth.”

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Inside Eagle Fortress, the once spirited Lockes now looked decades older, half of his hair completely white, and his eyes filled with weariness.

He had originally planned to use a counter-strategy to wipe out Camelot's army, but the appearance of that knightly order shattered all his hopes.

Even now, recalling the knights' rampage across the battlefield, a deep fear still rises in his heart. Occasionally, he is even startled awake in the middle of the night, and when he touches his pillow, he finds it already soaked with cold sweat.

"Those guys aren't human at all; they're demons from hell, monsters sent by God to punish humanity!"

The soldier who witnessed the scene said this.

Although he quickly handed that guy over to the Chimera, deep down he had the same idea.

That knightly order was simply beyond human capability to contend with.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Nidhogg, Attack!

"My lord! My lord!"

Just as Lockes was deep in thought, a soldier suddenly rushed in from outside.

The series of defeats made Lox increasingly sensitive. Seeing the soldiers' appearance, he immediately felt a sense of panic and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Has Camelot attacked again?"

"No, no!" the soldier gasped, "They...they withdrew!"

"What!?"

Startled, Locke immediately stood up, ran out of the room, and headed straight for the exit.

At the top of the fortress, he gazed at the dark Camelot Legion in the distance and saw that they were indeed moving backward little by little.

"What's going on?" Roxton was completely dumbfounded. "What kind of crazy idea is Camelot up to?"

"Sir, do you think it might be that troops from the North have been sent to support us?" the adjutant said.

“Impossible. If reinforcements had really arrived, they would have contacted me in advance,” Lockes said firmly.

"But what if?" the adjutant said excitedly. "Sir, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If we take the initiative now, we have a very good chance of breaking through!"

Anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that retreating in front of an enemy is a major taboo in military strategy. If the enemy takes advantage of this situation to launch an attack, it can easily lead to a complete rout.

With their 20,000-plus soldiers and these fantasy creatures, even if they couldn't annihilate Camelot's army, breaking out would at least be no problem.

Lockes pondered to himself, "Could this be a ploy by the enemy to lure us deeper into their territory?"

Recalling that terrifying knightly order, his heart trembled slightly, but he said without hesitation, "Don't fall for it! This is definitely a trick by the enemy. They want to use this opportunity to lull us into a false sense of security and then wipe us out. Pass down the order: without my command, no one is allowed to step out of Eagle Fortress! We just need to hold this place and wait for the North to send people to rescue us."

"But......"

"All you do is say 'but,' do you think there's something wrong with my command?!" Lockes glared at his adjutant like an enraged lion.

"...This subordinate dares not."

"Then obey orders!"

"......Yes."

The adjutant walked a dozen meters, turned his head to look at Lockes's back, sighed, shook his head, and turned to leave.

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"They've already withdrawn their troops right in front of us, and they still haven't reacted. The commander of this Northern Alliance is really a coward." Yulina crossed her arms, her face full of disdain.

Bedwell nodded in agreement. He had been worried that the other side might take this opportunity to fight to the death, but he did not expect that the other side would just watch them withdraw.

It seems that the opposing commander's mentality has been completely shattered.

Bedivere looked at Anahn with reverence. Was this also within the king's expectations?

"So you're not planning to come out?" Looking at the fortress atop the mountain in the distance, Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Never mind, it's the same whether we come out or not. It'll be easier to deal with things if we're all together."

He looked at the girl in the black dress beside him and said, "It's up to you now."

“I am not your servant, why should I have to listen to you?” Nidhogg said, rolling his eyes.

“Have you forgotten the bet we made? If I could train an army capable of slaying gods, you would serve me as a slave for ten years.” Yanan smiled and pointed to the knights behind him. “Since you lost, of course you have to keep your bet.”

Looking at the three hundred human soldiers wielding the Key of Domination, Nidhogg shuddered slightly and said indignantly, "Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have believed your nonsense."

She stepped forward, and her body suddenly emitted a dazzling black light, which then gradually rose into the sky, like a rising black sun.

"What is that!?"

Standing atop the fortress, Lox looked at the black sun and a strong sense of crisis suddenly welled up in his heart.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, a tail covered in black scales and as thick as a giant tree emerged from the black sun, followed by a pair of black bone wings, each five hundred meters long, resembling wings that could hang from the sky. Then came four thick, powerful legs, with dark claws gleaming with a cold sharpness. Following closely behind was a colossal body that looked as if it had been cast in molten iron. Finally, the hideous head appeared before everyone.

"Roar--!!!"

The colossal beast that emerged from the darkness roared to the sky, its sound waves spreading outwards in visible layers, instantly dispersing all the clouds within a five-mile radius.

The scene fell silent instantly. Everyone looked up, staring blankly at the enormous figure that seemed to have stepped out of mythology like a demon, their eyes filled with intense horror.

Until one moment, a scream pierced the sky.

"A giant dragon!!!"

Everyone seemed to wake up from a dream, and then—a huge uproar ensued!

"My God, am I dreaming? That really was a giant dragon!?"

"It's incredible! I swear on the apple pie at Grandma John's next door, this is truly the first time I've ever seen a real dragon!"

"Great! We Camelot finally have our own dragon!"