In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Even from his perspective, he had to admit that the plan was far too risky!

"To launch an attack on the Kingdom of Wessex, the Kingdom of Sussex, and the Kingdom of Kent simultaneously." He sighed. "This is truly the craziest plan I've ever seen."

The Seven Kingdoms of the North were founded by the Anglo-Saxons who were initially brought in by Vortigern. Under Vortigern's leadership, almost every kingdom possessed strength comparable to that of the Kingdom of Gwent and the Kingdom of Dehebas.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to suppress the alliance of nations to the point of being unable to lift their heads.

Now, the king is actually planning to take action against these three countries at the same time!

Bedwell couldn't find a word other than "crazy" to describe it.

"It's just attacking three kingdoms at the same time, what's there to be nervous about? Besides, didn't we just wipe out their 50,000 troops?" Kai said nonchalantly.

Like Artoria, he was one of the people who had followed Anann the longest, and therefore he always placed boundless trust in her.

Let alone attacking the seven kingdoms of the North, even if Anan wanted to storm Vortigern's palace, he would not hesitate to take up his weapons, put on his armor, and charge at the forefront.

“This is not a matter of concept at all.” Bedwell shook his head helplessly and held up three fingers. “First, this time the North took the initiative to attack us, and as the defender, we naturally have the advantage.”

"Secondly, the enemy was unaware that we had received advance notice of their attack, and even less aware that we had already made preparations. It was thanks to this information gap that we were able to deliver a heavy blow to the enemy at the outset."

"Third, the reason we were able to win so easily this time is largely due to the King's Knights and Miss Nidhogg. If it weren't for them, the price we would have had to pay in this war would have been much higher."

"It's just eliminating some uncivilized monkeys. It's an easy task for me." Nidhogg crossed his arms, snorted coldly, and seemed quite disdainful.

"If you could smile a little more subtly, maybe I would believe what you said," Yanan said calmly.

Nidhogg quickly pulled back his grin, which was almost reaching his ears, and glared at him in embarrassment and annoyance.

Bedwell picked up the quill from the table and circled the names of the Kingdoms of Wessex, Sussex, and Kent, then wrote Camelot in front of them, with two crossed swords between them:

"However, in a siege, the role that the Knights can play will be greatly reduced. Perhaps only Miss Nidhogg will not be affected, but the main cities of these three capitals are all covered by very powerful protective arrays, not to mention all kinds of magical costumes. If we don't have enough manpower, it will be difficult for us to take them down in a short time."

“Once we are dragged into a protracted war by the enemy, it will give the other four countries time to react. They will definitely send troops to support us, and if they are ruthless enough, they can even use these three countries as bait—” Bedwell circled the names of the other four northern kingdoms and pointed an arrow behind “Camelot”, “and then take the opportunity to circle around our main force to our rear, just like we did to the Northern Alliance, to encircle us from both the front and the rear.”

“And I think this may not be the worst-case scenario.”

Bedwell suddenly drew a line down and circled "Allied Nations".

He looked around at everyone with a serious expression: "This is the worst-case scenario!"

"You mean, the alliance of nations might attack us?!" Kai's eyes widened instantly. "Are they crazy to do something like that?"

They wiped out even the Northern army, so what makes these guys dare to mess with Camelot?

“Under normal circumstances, they certainly wouldn’t have the courage to do this.” Yanan leaned back in his high-backed chair, his fingers interlaced on his stomach, and said calmly, “But if they do a little investigation, they will find that all of Camelot’s troops have been transferred to the North, leaving the region in its most vulnerable state ever. If we lose this battle, these sheep-like creatures will immediately turn into hungry wolves and devour Camelot completely.”

"Never underestimate the greed in human nature, Kay. Greed is the greatest original sin in the world."

“But even if they really wipe us out, won’t they still be doomed when Vortigern marches south?” Kai asked doubtfully.

“If they could have really thought that far ahead, then it wouldn’t have been just King Uther who went to war with Vortigern.” Anahn sighed.

"With our current strength, conquering one country first is the safest approach. Even conquering two countries would be within a manageable range. However, if we fight on three fronts simultaneously, the risks we would bear would be too great. Your Majesty, please reconsider," Bedivere earnestly advised.

Yanan glanced at him with interest. If it were the Bedivere he remembered, he would never have said such a thing at this moment.

Bedwell was a man with a strong inner self, but a somewhat weak personality. Even when faced with ridicule, he never argued back, but simply laughed it off.

The strong inner strength of Bedivere before him had not changed, but his eyes were no longer filled with the gentle warmth of a spring breeze; instead, they were mixed with a stubbornness like that of a rock.

If that's the case, he might actually be able to return the Holy Sword in one go.

Thinking of this, Yanan couldn't help but smile.

However, there was one thing he still didn't quite understand—

The king's will is immutable.

Anan stood up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his calm eyes conveying immense pressure: "Vortigern has been severely wounded by me in the Norse kingdoms, and it will be difficult for him to spare the energy to intervene in external affairs in the short term. The kingdoms of Kent, Sussex, and Wessex have lost 50,000 soldiers, severely weakening them. Now is the perfect opportunity for us to clip Vortigern's wings. How could I possibly let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

Although his tone was calm, it was full of unquestionable authority.

A strange sense of dread rose in Bedivere's heart, and he quickly bowed: "I apologize, Your Majesty, it was I who overstepped my bounds."

“It’s alright, Lord Bedivere. I know you are thinking of me and Camelot, and that noble will is undoubtedly commendable.” Anan chuckled. “But there is one thing I hope you understand—”

"From the first day I came into this world, I have never failed!"

These were incredibly arrogant words, but when spoken by Anaen, they sounded like they were perfectly natural.

Because he is a king, and a king should be confident, proud, and aloof!

If one doesn't even have this kind of awareness, then one is not worthy of being called a qualified king!

Now that the goal has been set, we must do everything in our power to achieve it. Only a king like this can lead his people to create a brand new future!

How can someone who cowers and stagnates because of a few words from others be a king?

Artoria's eyes shone with longing; this was the very image of a king she had always yearned for!

Morgan gazed at Anan with fascination, a surge of pride welling up within her. This was her brother, the King of Camelot!

Nidhogg turned her head slightly, and for some reason, she didn't dare to look directly into Yanan's eyes.

"As expected of you, Anahn." Merlin, who was drinking in the tavern and watching from behind with his [Clairvoyance], smiled slightly. "This kingly demeanor is truly dazzling."

Yanan picked up the map on the table, pointed to the three red lines at the top, and said calmly:

"This operation was divided into three routes."

"The first force, with Artoria as the temporary commander-in-chief and Kay and Lancelot as his deputies, will lead an army of 40,000 to attack the Kingdom of Wessex."

"The second route, with Bedivere as the temporary commander-in-chief and Nidhogg as the deputy commander, will lead an army of ten thousand to attack the Kingdom of Sussex."

"The third route will be led by the King himself, with his knights and five thousand soldiers, to attack the Kingdom of Kent."

Morgan led the remaining 10,000 soldiers to guard Hadrian's Wall and prevent enemy attacks.

"Our goal is to completely conquer these three kingdoms, but we have a tight schedule. Therefore, we must achieve our goal within two months at the latest, or we will only face defeat."

"Camelot cannot accept failure, because failure means destruction. I cannot accept failure, because the word 'failure' does not exist in my dictionary!"

"Therefore, gentlemen, summon your courage and strength, and deliver an impeccable victory for me!"

Everyone immediately knelt on the ground and said in unison:

"Your will is my mission!"

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Three days later, the first rays of dawn pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating Hadrian's Wall, which was as ancient and imposing as a mountain.

With a heavy rumble, the massive city gate slowly opened, and tens of thousands of heavily armed soldiers rushed out, surging in three different directions like the branches of a great river.

The veterans standing on Hadrian's Wall couldn't help but tear up when they saw this scene.

Fifteen years ago, they had witnessed a similar scene, and some were even part of it.

The veteran reached out his trembling hand, took an old but smooth bugle from his waist, took a deep breath, and put it to his lips.

"Waaaaaah!!"

Fifteen years later, Camelot's call to strike back against the North has sounded once again!

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Three Fronts Blossom

Gazing at the city ahead, Artoria took a deep breath.

She turned to look behind her, and a massive crowd of 40,000 stretched out, filling the horizon like a thick, dark cloud.

Forty thousand pairs of eyes turned to her, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on her heart, heavy and unbearable.

This was her first time commanding a battle of this scale; if they failed...

She gripped the invisible sword tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Her heart pounded like a drumbeat, echoing in her ears. No matter how many deep breaths she took, she couldn't calm her restless heart.

"Pressure is a good thing; it can be a driving force for progress. But don't go overboard, or it will backfire and be counterproductive. In short, just do what you're supposed to do."

The familiar words echoed in her mind, and Artoria's hand relaxed slightly.

That's right, I'm a general now, so all I need to think about is victory!

The wind's disguise was torn away in an instant, and the gleaming golden sword reflected an incomparably dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

"All troops, attack!"

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Wearing a suit of silver armor, Bedivere looked at the massive fortress nestled between two high mountains, which resembled a small hill, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

"Ahead lies Fort Shemobes, the first pass on the way to the Kingdom of Sussex. The Saxons have heavily fortified this place, equipped with eight magical cannons and stationing three magicians year-round. One of them must be a magician skilled in long-distance communication. If we don't eliminate him beforehand, our operation may be exposed prematurely, so we must prepare a plan..."

A sudden gust of wind arose, and a thousand-meter-long black dragon appeared high in the sky. It took a deep breath, and then a scorching black flame shot out from its mouth.

boom--!!!

The earth cracked open, the mountains trembled, and when the dust settled, the original fortress had completely vanished, replaced by a pool of flowing, crimson lava.

Nidhogg, now back in human form, walked over and patted Bedivere on the shoulder: "Now you don't have to worry about it being leaked, right?"

Bedivere: ...

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Camelot has launched a counter-offensive against the North!

The first feeling that arose in the hearts of the Anglo-Saxons in the North upon hearing this news was one of absurdity.

Who doesn't know about King Uther's defeat in his attack on the North fifteen years ago? How dare these guys come back now? Do they want to humiliate themselves again?

But the news that followed made their smiles fade.

Camelot has launched simultaneous attacks on the Kingdoms of Sussex, Wessex, and Kent!

A three-pronged attack?! Have these guys gone mad?!

Upon receiving this news, King Gwent immediately stood up from his throne. After confirming the authenticity of the news several times, he couldn't help but laugh out loud three times.