In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

The Court of Avalon

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In fact, when Lu Kang stepped into this 'rainforest' located in central Britain, on the border between the Kingdom of Camelot and the territory controlled by Vortigern in the north, he could already sense the watchful eyes lurking in the shadows. In this era, on this land, there were very few, if not only few, people who could make him feel 'watched' but not be able to pinpoint their exact whereabouts. The only one was Merlin, the 'Sage', the first court magician of the Kingdom of Camelot and advisor to King Uther.

He knew that Merlin possessed the supreme clairvoyance, capable of seeing through everything in the present world and 'deriving' the scenery of future generations from it.

He deliberately told the story of the 'King of Knights' to make this guy, who was probably already plotting the birth of 'Arthur' with King Uther, show himself!

Faced with Merlin's unexpected appearance in the rain, the girl by the campfire barely hesitated—

"The Thorn Courtyard".

Morgan immediately unleashed his signature 'courtyard' magic.

The trees in the rain swayed like countless pythons leaping out from between the roots and canopies, forming dense thickets of thorns. The sharp thorns instantly trapped the 'Nightmare Magician', whose figure was ethereal and otherworldly, standing in the rain.

Merlin did not resist, but just chuckled and raised his hand.

"As I said, I just happened to be passing by..."

Nightmare's words seemed to be pleading with Morgan, but in reality, they were more directed at Lu Kang—the young 'Grand Duke of Windmill City' who had risen to fame in the south-central region of Britain in recent years.

“If you don’t tell the truth, you’ll probably be stuck in this rainforest for two or three days.” Lu Kang didn’t respond at all.

He didn't believe this guy at all.

Deception is something that nightmares, these 'fairies,' are best at!

"Alright, alright!" Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Merlin sighed, but his face still wore that same fake, smiling expression: "Actually, it was His Highness Morgan's father, the king I serve, who sent me here."

“He heard that you were traveling with His Excellency Subotai, and he also knew that you were heading north—he deliberately had me stay here to wait for you to arrive before taking you back.”

"I'm not going back!"

Morgan spoke without a second thought.

Her adventure with Lu Kang was only halfway through, so how could she possibly give up halfway?

Lu Kang also shook his head: "I can understand that King Uther doesn't want us to enter the north and anger Vortigern, who hasn't raided the south for years."

“But, strictly speaking, I am not King Uther’s retainer—he has no right to command me.”

"You're even less likely to take us back..."

"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong." Merlin smiled and said, "Actually, I didn't plan to take you back either."

“I also made it clear to ‘the King’ that if I cannot take you back, I must guarantee your safety. Therefore, I will travel north with you—”

"You're making it sound so nice, but I think you're just hoping we'll provoke Vortigern, aren't you?" Morgan sneered, his tone unfriendly.

Merlin responded, "Haha...How could that be?"

Lu Kang could tell that this guy's words were half true and half false. It was true that he came out with King Uther's orders, and it was probably also true that he wanted to see them deliberately provoke King Uther.

During this process, no one mentioned the 'Knight King' again.

It was as if they tacitly understood—

“If you want to come with us, you can,” Lu Kang said with a smile, “but there’s a condition.”

"Hmm?" Merlin's smile paused slightly.

Then Lu Kang said, "We won't use any attack or defense magic, we'll just use magic that enhances our bodies in combination with martial arts, and we'll have a fight!"

Merlin: "?"

[In a later timeline, you heard that during King Arthur's era, Britain was filled with powerful warriors. Among them, the strongest was undoubtedly Lancelot, the strongest of the Knights of the Round Table who stood guard beside the 'King,' wielding the Sword of Unrepentant Lake Light. He was the son of Bane, the strongest Gaul you had encountered, and even surpassed his master; in unarmed combat alone, his strength was even greater than King Arthur's.]

However, if we consider pure swordsmanship rather than overall martial arts, the strongest in Britain would be the sage Merlin, who bestowed upon King Arthur the sword skills that brought him to near-divine realms.

He is both a magician and a nightmare among fairies.

[More likely, he is a Western sword saint who has reached the realm of 'great hero' through his swordsmanship.]

You have now challenged many of the Celtic heroes who reached the pinnacle of the hero realm, but when it comes to the realm of great heroes, there are still very few.

[You've long wanted to see Merlin's swordsmanship for yourself.]

[Faced with your sudden sword challenge, Merlin was surprised, but he still reluctantly agreed, given your suggestive gaze and the lip-reading of "King of Knights." You used this as leverage, and the two fought in the rain-soaked woods.]

[During this period, if you need to fight, the weapon you will use will naturally be the tri-colored spiral sword of the God of War, Attila, your teacher in this life, the Scourge of God. Merlin's weapon, however, is a holy sword hidden in a staff, imbued with extremely rare and uncommon 'holy attribute' magic power outside of the four elements.]

[You know, this is the sword of choice that King Arthur later wielded, pulled from a stone—although not King Arthur's strongest weapon, it is still very representative.]

However, King Arthur was actually guided by King Uther and Merlin, and the sword in the stone was inserted into the stone by Merlin. It's perfectly normal for the sword to appear in his hands.

The clash of swords quickly came to an end in the rain. As you know, Merlin's swordsmanship is very strong, a pure skill that has reached the level of a great hero, and is even considered outstanding in the great hero realm, not inferior to the lower limit of the 'God Realm'. In this respect, although you rely on the divine thought to operate the 'Arsenal' information, it is ultimately not your own martial art, and it is also lacking in flexibility - you have not reached the level of acting first, relying purely on analysis before action. However, you also rely on the versatility of the arsenal, which contains information on various martial arts, to barely maintain a stalemate in the battle with Merlin - if we do not consider Morgan's watchful eye on the side, which prevents Merlin from going all out, the ending would probably be like this.

Although Morgan still seemed dissatisfied, and even more dissatisfied with Merlin joining the journey, he eventually reluctantly agreed after your 'persuasion'.

The rain that had been falling in the forest stopped, and many faint, ethereal 'fairies' reappeared in the woods after the rain. The existence of fairies is the greatest remaining trace of Britain after the end of the mythological era. These planetary fantasies with physical bodies, these natural tendrils, often appear in corners that people stumble upon unexpectedly. The great fairies among fairies often interact with humans. Otherwise, Merlin could not have possessed the Nightmare bloodline while being human.

【But once you leave the forest and go further north, you will reach the valley where King Uther's Camelot army was defeated, in the Cotswold Hills region.】

This is the central part of the British Isles. Passing through here, you will reach the territory occupied by 'King Vortigern' and the foreign Onssians he led.

From here to there, the scenery will be completely different.

...

While southern Britain, though often plagued by famine due to the island's isolation, could still be considered prosperous under the protection of the king, sages, and ministers of Camelot, the world north of the Cotswold Hills was desolate and uninhabited. Vast swathes of territory were occupied by primeval forests, and the rolling mountains brought the biting winds of the world's far north.

Although primitive, there are no signs of divine remnants like those found among fairies here.

[What fills this place are all sorts of 'beasts'—similar to Vortigern, but of lower rank, magical beasts born from the magic power spilled from the island's vomit, which can be called offspring of the white dragon.]

They also belonged to Vortigern's legions.

These are also the targets you need to 'challenge' and the 'strategies' you need to collect.

The art of combat is not limited to human form; the hunting methods of beasts can often offer humans many insights, and you have not overlooked this.

At the same time, only by seeing through the most intense and mysterious remnants of this era can your 'triple cycle' grow in sync.

During this process, you will 'duel' with Merlin every day.

[From being substantially inferior at the beginning, to later being able to maintain a state of neither winning nor losing even when Merlin went all out]

You have successfully integrated Merlin's swordsmanship into your own arsenal.

During this process, you discover that Merlin's presence always seems to enrage the powerful magical beasts that roam the north.

So you conspired with Morgan to lure the monsters away and defeat them one by one.

Merlin cried out in despair, yet seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless.

He always manages to escape seemingly dangerous situations—not through magic, but through the most basic form of magic: illusion.

Although it is an illusion, the Nightmare among fairies is a race that excels at deception. Merlin's illusion magic has almost reached the level that Lu Kang would need to use all 272 of his divine thoughts to break.

However, watching Merlin scream and run away every time always makes you and Morgan feel quite happy.

You guys even deliberately make things a little more 'difficult' for this guy.

Those who enjoy watching others have a good time eventually become the source of that amusement themselves.

What you're thinking is...

You and Morgan exchanged a glance, both smiling broadly.

Merlin is a decent wingman.

[In the month since you ventured deep into the northern border, you have slain many of the magical beasts under Vortigern's command.]

[A black hound a hundred meters long, a flock of howling eagles soaring through the sky, a primordial giant tens of meters tall... These monsters, born from the power of dragon magic, each one was comparable to a great hero of ancient times, yet you personally slew them all with pure martial arts skills.]

You've collected their hunting techniques to fill your own arsenal.

Your triple cycle has recorded their mystery.

Your martial arts skills and 'magic' are progressing in tandem.

[Like a gathering of tens of thousands]

You are only one step away from the God-level 'Martial Refinement'.

You have finally arrived at the heart of northern Britain, where Vortigerna's 'castle' sits high in the mountains.

...

The beasts perished that day.

Vortigern is roaring.

The Furious White Dragon (oil painting, created in 1501)

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“Subatai, Morgan.”

"Merlin—!"

Chapter 202 The Being Called Master, Don Quixote Charging Towards the Windmill

Vortigern's castle is located in the north of the British Isles, on the border of what would later be known as the island of England, adjacent to another island off the main island of Scotland.

Here once stood Hadrian's Wall, built by the Romans to defend against barbarians. It was commissioned a century earlier by Hadrian, the Roman Emperor at the height of his power, who ruled over the province of Britain. It stretched for one hundred kilometers.

But times have changed. With the decline of the Roman Empire and the complete loss of control over the British provinces, the wall that was built to defend against the barbarians has now become the homeland of the barbarians.

The Onssa people, from the northern island of Scotland, built tribal camps along the Great Wall, using it as a stronghold to raid southward time and time again. They also used it as a barrier to repeatedly defend against counterattacks from the south.

Vortigern, the 'Low King' and king of the barbarians, had his castle at the highest point of Hadrian's Wall. It was a white castle perched high on the mountain peak, and its appearance was very similar to the holy city of Camelot, only not as large or ancient. Between the jagged white walls, one could faintly hear the roar of the dragon from the highest level of the castle.

As the source of the northern monsters, Vortigern could naturally sense the state of his nominal 'offspring,' actual 'servants,' and 'familiars.' In recent days, news of Lu Kang and his group's fleeting appearances and subsequent disappearances had been constantly coming from the scattered Ansar tribes in the north.

One powerful monster after another was slain, and the strength under his command continued to suffer losses.

Voodoo Gon would naturally be furious.

At this moment.

At this moment!

"Damn it—" A huge dragon was coiled in the extremely majestic hall, with flowing silver water spreading outwards from its center.

Unlike when it needed to disguise itself as a human to enter the holy city of Camelot, the island dragon prefers to reveal its true form when it stays in its 'nest'.

The enormous creature, which is tens of meters long, seems to be a re-enactment of ancient mythology. Its body is covered with dense, fine scales that appear to be stacked and surging from a distance, with a mysterious glow naturally imprinted on each scale, weaving together a dazzling spectacle.

The golden dragon's eyes were enormous, like the blazing sun high in the sky.

The outstretched wings resembled thick clouds obscuring the sky.

Vortigern's mere roar was enough to make the barbarians who came to report tremble. The man who had once been the king of the Onsa tribe alliance, and the most outstanding warriors from various barbarian tribes, were filled with fear at the mere sight of this form—as if they were facing the ancient barbarian god worshipped by their tribes.

"You, go and capture them!"

Vortigern issued the order.

"?"

——What a joke!

Despite their fear and trembling, the barbarian leaders still retained their rationality. They knew that someone capable of dealing with so many magical beasts in such a short time was definitely not someone they could handle.

Faced with the hesitant and motionless barbarians, Vortigern was about to get angry. He didn't care whether they could do it or not. Although he ruled the barbarians, Vortigern had never really considered himself a member of the barbarians. In his eyes, these Ansar were nothing more than tools to realize his ambitions and desires.

Fortunately, at that moment, a trembling voice interrupted the white dragon's roar.

A barbarian shaman proclaimed, "Great King of Chalk, please calm your anger."

“Since those rebels from the south have been slaughtering their way through, their ultimate goal must be here.”

"You don't need to make a move. Just wait for them to come to their deaths!"

Voodoo's roar paused slightly, his dragon eyes narrowed as he stared at the barbarian tribal shaman who had spoken.

After a moment of silence.

He suddenly bared his teeth—revealing a smile that looked like a fierce, menacing grin.

"it is good!"

He said, "Then I'll wait for them here!"