In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Lu Kang, however, felt that the guy was doing it on purpose.

If they really had to run, even he wasn't confident he could catch this guy.

Not to mention Morgan when she was still a teenager?

“I have a memory loss technique, why don’t we just use it on this guy?” Lu Kang suggested.

"Memory loss technique?" Morgan glanced at Lu Kang, and in that instant, their eyes met, and they seemed to understand something: "Then let's try it!"

"What memory loss technique?" Merlin was quite puzzled, just like Louis XVI. Then he saw Lu Kang raise his hand, and fine lightning appeared between his palms.

He calmly said, "The human brain has special areas for storing memories."

"Just a tiny bit of electrons to damage that spot will do... It'll be quick, Lord Merlin."

"!?"

Wouldn't that just turn someone into an idiot?

...

Although I don't really care.

But Merlin's deliberate act of staying behind to watch the show still makes you quite annoyed.

[You're always the one watching other people's dramas; nobody ever gets to watch yours.]

However, you ultimately didn't actually perform 'electrotherapy' on Merlin.

Because Merlin revealed his true purpose.

He's here to see you.

[At the same time, it's also a deliberate attempt to guide your meeting with Morgan.]

According to him, King Uther seems to be discussing with your father in this life the possibility of forging a more solid alliance through marriage.

Your father did not accept it, saying he needed to ask for your opinion first.

King Uther, on the other hand, hoped that you would spend time with Morgan and develop a relationship with her.

[Morgan remained silent for a long time after hearing Merlin's story, and you thought she probably didn't like it—but Morgan only glanced at you, then glanced at you again, and then glanced at you once more—her face slightly flushed, and she didn't respond.]

This is illegal.

You couldn't help but mutter to yourself.

But actually, at your age and in this era, getting married and having children is the natural thing to do.

Moreover, whether it will succeed or not is still uncertain.

Your father in this life understands your extraordinary nature and would never make decisions for you without your consent.

More than that, you're curious whether Merlin 'saw' something else.

If you remember correctly, the half-nightmare magician named Merlin possesses the ability to see through the entire landscape of the present world and predict the future. Among the magical eye techniques possessed by magicians, known as "clairvoyance," it is the highest-ranking "eye."

Chapter 195 Martial Arts Attire Concept, by the Humble King Voodoo

Although you were curious, you didn't ask directly. You knew it would be pointless to ask; Merlin would never easily reveal what he knew, just as he knew King Arthur's fate all along but still didn't reveal a word—he was like this even to the king he 'served,' so it goes without saying that he wouldn't tell you anything.

You glanced at Morgan, whose expression had returned to normal, and began to ponder another question.

[Shouldn't it be time to start working on my own martial arts journey as soon as possible?]

Although you undoubtedly won the magic duel, the young 'Island Lord' has not yet grown up and is no match for you.

Although they can compensate for their lack of martial arts skills by relying on many mysterious methods.

However, in terms of pure 'martial arts,' you have indeed been suppressed, and you have not forgotten your promise: if you meet Attila again one day, you will show her your accomplished 'martial arts.'

Even if you have no talent whatsoever, even if you are completely clueless about this area.

However, this still comes down to the same point.

You are a human being, but also a 'magician'—you rarely use tools, not because you can't, but simply because you don't need them most of the time.

Using tools to compensate for deficiencies is precisely what humanity should do.

What you're thinking of is creating another top-tier mystical artifact—a warrior's 'equipment'—just like the 'Crown of Metatron' and 'Dragon of Avakarian' that you've already created.

These days, you've started to get things sorted out.

Although you still didn't personally charge into battle and fight against millions of people single-handedly in your previous years of leading troops, you had already gained direction and ideas by observing the performance of your elite troops on the battlefield.

As you know, the so-called "martial arts" is not just about "bravery," but also about "strategy."

The former is your innate instinct for close-quarters combat, which you are not good at; the latter, however, is your domain, the 'actions' you take after gathering all the intelligence and listing all the possibilities.

This is difficult for ordinary people to do.

[But for you, who possess divine thought and are the 'brain of God,' it is by no means difficult!]

[As long as there is a suitable medium capable of carrying an almost infinite amount of 'intelligence']

[This is also not a problem for someone like you who has thought circuits—circuits are the routes through which thoughts operate, but they are also channels that can be used to store 'information'—at least for short-term storage in the initial stages, it's not a problem.]

[This won't even limit your triple cycle—the two hundred and seventy-two thoughts of the gods are already quite abundant. In your initial conception of creating this layer of mystery, it should have been enough for you to freely wield the Crown of Metatron and the Dragon of Avakarian while simultaneously operating the Divine Spirit and Divine Body.]

Of course, a thought process is ultimately just a thought process; it's where thoughts run, not a place for actual storage. Under normal circumstances, it won't cause any problems. However, when you need to analyze and explore with all your might, even the slightest difference in thinking can lead to completely different results.

Therefore, the storage of 'thought circuits' can only be used for 'short-term' purposes.

[In your conception, this accumulated 'intelligence,' after reaching a certain point, will ultimately be extracted from the thought process.]

[Then we will seek a suitable vessel.]

[It can transform into a 'weapon' that's uniquely yours, or it can transform into a 'ceremonial attire' that's uniquely yours.]

[But it's not just a 'magic' costume!]

This is, of course, 'exclusive'.

After all, what in this world is more suitable to be a vessel than your own 'soul,' capable of recording everything and growing infinitely?

In this way, even in the future, it will continue to draw upon military strategies from different eras—not just be limited to the present.

In this way, its upper limit will also be limitless—just like your own potential.

This is the true mindset a magician should have.

You believe that external things are never unreliable, as long as you ensure absolute ownership of them.

However, even with a concept in place, this remains a very long and massive undertaking.

From start to finish, it may take an extremely long time.

This was merely an initial, immature idea.

But you still have enough time to think and practice.

[I have a lifetime to complete it]

You are not in a hurry.

You're just thinking about where to start.

Morgan, who was being stared at, couldn't help but let out a cold snort, his face flushed.

You snapped out of your daze, but you were still staring.

[Until Morgan himself had to withdraw his gaze]

Your smile simply reflects your inner thought that youth is indeed a wonderful thing.

At that moment, Merlin spoke again—

[An extremely unsightly place]

"I'm sorry to bother you."

The handsome young man with silver hair narrowed his red eyes and said, "I'm afraid we must return to the banquet hall immediately."

"What do you see?"

Lu Kang looked in the direction of the sound and met the Nightmare Magician's crimson eyes. In an instant, he realized that the other's eyes, which seemed to see through the world, must have seen something.

Morgan was displeased, but he still cast an inquiring glance.

"Ah..." Merlin scratched his head and smiled, "How should I put it?"

"It's His Highness Morgan's uncle—Vortigern—who has arrived!"

...

Voodoo Pendragon, the 'Humble King'.

King Uther's brother, who occupied an even larger territory in northern Britain.

Although Vortigern was nominally still under King Uther's rule, it was clear to everyone that this northern lord, who called himself "King," was actually rebellious, daring to openly usurp the title of "King," and even attracting the invasion of the barbarian Onssa people. This was an undeniable fact.

The title "King of the Lowly" is not a title of respect, but rather a definition of this behavior—"a despicable king."

However, King Uther of the South was powerless against such blatant rebellion, not because of mere familial affection, but because of his superior strength.

This is due to the strength of the vast forces under Vortigern's command.

It's also because of his own strength!

So the banquet, which had been bustling just a moment ago to welcome the Huns who had come from afar, became completely silent.

Meanwhile, the British nobles, who were enjoying their banquet, remained silent as they watched the figures in pale armor suddenly enter. The leader of the group, who was leading the way, made them shrink back, afraid of being noticed.

"It seems you're not very welcoming to me, my foolish brother."

The leader spoke, glancing at Uther Pendragon, who sat at the very top with a furrowed brow.

"What are you doing here? I don't recall ever inviting you, Vortigern." King Yuther's voice was cold and hard, devoid of any of the affection one would show to an elder brother.

"I just came to see how far my brother, who was defeated by me five years ago, has fallen."

Vortigern said, "As for the soldiers outside your door, and the guards of this city, they can't stop me."

This man, who called himself king on British soil but was also known as 'despicable', looked remarkably like King Uther. Although he was older, he appeared younger and much more robust than the already powerful King Uther. If King Uther was a powerful but somewhat aged lion, then Vortigern was a dragon still in its prime.

Although they are the same age and share the same blood, they can almost be classified as different 'races'.

This is precisely the huge difference in strength!

“Brother? I have never had an older brother like you, Vortigern.”

Yuther slowly stood up and spoke, admitting that he was indeed inferior to his brother. His only advantage was the legitimacy of the line and his fearless will and spirit: "You have brought the people of Onsa, allowing the blood of barbarians to taint the Britannian people!"

"And what about you?" Vortigern laughed coldly. "Look at what you've done now. And who are these people you've brought here?"

"They are my loyal friends, and they are willing to integrate into British soil and safeguard peace, rather than bring destruction!"

Youse spoke in such a righteous and earnest manner.

"Hahaha..." Vortigern's laughter was filled with endless mockery: "Look at my dear brother, he's still clinging to that ideal way of governing a country."

"Peace? Destruction—?"

"Those are all meaningless things."

"Only the strong can decide everything, and only the victors can obtain everything."

"Just like now, even though I've appeared in this great city of Camelot, you're still helpless against me!"

Boom!

A massive amount of magic was released from King Uther's body in an instant. Uther Pendragon stood up with a ferocious glare, and the air was filled with the faint roar of a lion caused by the magical shockwave.

The immense pressure swept through the hall, making everyone feel suffocated. Even the Hunnic nobles and generals present were terrified. The one closest to King Uther, 'Subatai's' father, Octar Ural, although not yet terrified, couldn't help but sigh that it was no wonder Subatai had chosen to come to this isolated island nation—the sheer power and strength displayed by this 'Island King' was enough to determine the extraordinary nature of this land.

This is a kind of magic that only the most powerful warriors, even those who were once unparalleled in the Roman Empire at its peak, could unleash!

In this regard.

The immense magical force directly targeted Vortigern, who was swept up by the raging wind, yet he remained unmoved. The stone slabs beneath his feet shattered, and the pale-armored guards around him retreated continuously, but he stood like a reef facing the tide, or like a towering mountain rising majestically from the sea.

He quelled the commotion from all directions: "Are you angry, Yuther?"

"But you really are getting old."

“My brother—your magic, your ‘King’s Blessing’ shouldn’t be limited to this.”