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Mordred Ugul Pendragon

The land of Camelot is a dual kingdom, a fusion of the bloodlines of the Hunnic Empire and the Celtic Kingdom.

This was actually your very first strike against 'human reason'.

[This was your initial challenge to human reason.]

[Preparations made in the very early stages to ensure the continuation of the Kingdom of Camelot]

"So this is your real purpose?"

"This is... way too reckless!"

In the Starry Sea, in the Fairy Realm, the 'Sage' Merlin, having witnessed everything in the world, finally saw clearly the true purpose of the person named 'Subatai Aquinus'!

Should I just keep watching this kind of action?

this time.

Whether it was Su Botai or Wang's efforts.

He saw it all...

Chapter 224 The Hun, Camelot: Never Let Go, Never Look Back

When the 'King' received news of the internal strife at the front.

The turmoil that had gripped Britain overnight had already subsided.

It was like a farce.

However, its impact is enormous and far-reaching.

After that day, people learned the final whereabouts of the Great Khan of the Huns, the second-generation war god, the 'Emperor for a Day,' who had once ascended the throne in Rome, Italy.

Although the Huns did not have a written record-keeping system and their information was recorded entirely by their enemies, many people still do not accept the rumors from that time.

But I firmly believe that the one-day emperor Subatai that historians have been searching for is the same person as the Subatai recorded in King Arthur's poems.

The Empire of the Huns

...

Boom!

Ahead, the earth rumbled.

More than three thousand ships crossed the British Channel and landed on the European continent, facing what would later become France—the land of Gaul today.

This place was occupied by the Hunnic Empire's army led by Lu Kang twenty years ago.

But after Subatai Ugur disappeared, and after the emperor vanished the day after his coronation, the vast Hunnic Empire naturally disintegrated after losing both its emperor and its most elite troops. The numerous chieftains and leaders within the empire were at odds with each other for power, and the vast empire soon collapsed in the ensuing internal strife. The Roman Empire, which had almost destroyed the empire, seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack and reclaim Gaul, Italy, and other places.

Therefore, to this day, this area remains part of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Therefore, as 'nations' that also split off from the Roman Empire, Britain and the Eastern Roman Empire, which claimed to be the legitimate successor to Rome, were never allies—and were always enemies.

The moment I set foot on the mainland.

Artoria and the others are already prepared.

As the ships docked, the magnificent red dragon banner of the Pendragon family rose up first, especially as the king took the lead!

The earth in the distance rumbled.

It operates like thunder, or more like the beat of a drum...

A large troop of cavalry was also seen approaching at a visible speed!

The girl's expression was solemn.

Instead of the expected resistance, they were met with a dense, kneeling mass of Hunnic tribes.

The short, stocky Huns dismounted.

The chieftain, who was leading the way, held high the ancient wolf-head banner, but when he saw Camelot's red dragon emblem, he bowed down without hesitation.

"We have long awaited your arrival, Your Majesty," the chieftain's voice was hoarse yet respectful. "The blood of Ugul has guided us to submission—Your Highness Mordred is our true Khan."

Artoria gripped the reins tightly, her brow furrowed slightly.

The Knights of the Round Table behind her exchanged glances, while Bedivere's hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

"What do you mean?" she asked in a deep voice.

The chieftain raised his head, revealing a strange smile: "Didn't your prime minister tell you? Thirty years ago, His Majesty Subatai made an oath with us—when the banners of the red dragon and the eagle meet again, the Huns will forever be a part of Camelot."

On the distant horizon, more tribes are arriving.

They weren't carrying weapons, but wagons loaded with grain and steel.

Subotai...Your Majesty?

Artoria suddenly turned around and looked at the vast sea behind her.

It was as if I could see a figure standing in the palace on the British Isles, which are surrounded by the sea, across the ocean!

...

Back then, you led the most elite Hunnic army across the sea.

[Back then, before you left, you had already made all the plans before and after.]

You had the leaders of the most powerful factions within the Hunnic Empire at that time feign infighting and each defect to the Eastern or Western Roman Empire.

You caused the powerful but short-lived Hunnic Empire to disintegrate and merge into the shell of 'history'.

[You were just playing around back then]

Although he left in a 'rush'

[Yet, at that very moment, preparations were made for today.]

You made a pact with them that the Hunnic Empire would not disappear, but would only return in a different form.

[You made a pact with the Huns, when the red dragon and the eagle meet.]

A new emperor is about to be 'born'.

In a way, this is actually the real reason you brought Mordred into existence—her very existence is proof of 'legitimacy'.

The Huns, who rose to power within Britain.

The Hunnic blood that had long since merged with the local Celts.

[This will also become irrefutable proof that Artoria's legion will receive a steady stream of Huns seeking refuge after setting foot on the European continent!]

...

Galloping, conquering.

"The process... was so easy that it seemed unbelievable."

The silver-armed knight Bedivere, who was positioned a few meters behind the king, couldn't help but murmur this.

Artoria's azure eyes, framed by her flowing golden hair, gazed at the city of Gaul, whose gates had once again been opened by the Huns who had infiltrated it, and she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This is certainly not the first time.

The Huns were received from within.

The subjects of the 'one-day emperor' in all directions.

Subotai Ugur...Subotai Equinus.

"Was Su Qing's past really that of such a great emperor?"

"And why did he do this?"

Inexplicable.

Artoria remembered what Lu Kang had told her before he left.

That seemingly joking remark will haunt him for the rest of his life.

...

However, this process naturally cannot continue to be so smooth.

The Huns, rising in power on all sides and coordinating with the expeditionary army of the Kingdom of Camelot, did indeed catch the Eastern Roman Empire off guard. However, this emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, named 'Lucius' and known as the 'Sword Emperor,' was a Roman emperor who had once reclaimed territory from the Huns with his sword. He was no weakling and quickly made the fastest response—mobilizing a large army to suppress the Huns in various regions and confronting the 'Knight King'—

Unfortunately, human resources are sometimes limited.

Not to mention, this deeply buried pawn, this pre-arranged scheme, has been secretly accumulating power for twenty years?

Faced with the unprecedentedly powerful Knights of the Round Table of Camelot, who had suffered no losses, Lucius was quickly defeated.

Facing the frenzied Huns from all over the world

He quickly became powerless to suppress it.

[You, residing in the palace of the Kingdom of Camelot, receive a deluge of military intelligence reports from the front lines, like snowflakes falling from the sky.]

You know, the arrangements you made back then have already proven very effective.

You understand, after so many years

['Human reasoning'—history has once again deviated significantly]

Artoria's army is advancing with unstoppable momentum.

[And very quickly, in just six months, with the cooperation of the Huns in various regions, they conquered most of the Eastern Roman Empire and reached the gates of Italy and Rome.]

You once again felt the seven surging forces from the sky.

Once again, you felt the gaze of the 'Inhibition Force'.

[And suppression]

But this time

"I have no intention of going back in time."

Lu Kang stood before the throne in the palace and slowly opened his eyes.

This time

This is your final battle against that windmill monster called Destiny.

This was not a feint.

[No going back, nor—]

Never let go

"Let this soothe the unhappiness in my heart."

"—The 'Guardians' of the Counterforce!"

Chapter 225 Seven Riders, The Timeline Frozen by the Fairies, Using the Continent to Support a Nation

Your voice echoed deep within the Camelot Palace.

Seven figures then appeared before you.

The figure remained as dark and profound as before.

Without a doubt, it is still the heroic spirit called the Guardian, summoned by Alaya, which has made a contract with human reason and is restrained by human power.

The seven Servants whose Master is 'Alaya'—

However, unlike last time.

The figures that had appeared earlier became clearer. As Lu Kang finished speaking, the seven figures seemed to emerge from the shadows and truly land inside the world. As their feet touched the ground, the darkness on their bodies receded rapidly like liquid, revealing more substantial figures.

"Oh dear... what a chaotic 'world'."

One of the figures spoke first. He was tall and wore a bright red bodysuit that accentuated his muscular physique. His pale hair stood on end, revealing a dark and thin face. His posture was casual, yet it exuded a chilling aura of murderous intent: "Is it really okay to command us so casually?"

A gaunt, hunched figure let out a low, guttural laugh. Beneath the dark robe, the grotesquely swollen, seemingly writhing demonic right arm was particularly striking: "...The command is destiny!"

A silent, dark blue flame of vengeance ignited, and a figure dressed in the black attire of a medieval count emerged. Golden eyes swept across the hall, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Hmph... Is this the filthy task that leads to the end of 'waiting'?"

A figure appeared, draped in a tattered cloak and wielding a broken knight's sword. His eyes were weary and self-deprecating as he muttered, "...Another low-quality mission."