Humans Are in Britain, the Noble Phantasm God's Key

"It's such an incomprehensible guy, but he is the most powerful magician after the Age of Gods. It's really incomprehensible." Scatha shook her head. She has always believed that only persistent exercise can make people stronger. What I can't stand the most is Merlin, a guy like Merlin who is idle all day long but has a terrifyingly high level of magic.

"No way, sometimes the world is so unfair, monsters and normal people can't be generalized." Yanain put the processed documents together neatly, and planned to let Yulina take them away later .

"The normal person you mentioned probably doesn't include yourself."

"Of course I'm a normal person. If you don't believe me, you can ask Nid Hogg. She can prove it every night." Yanain said seriously.

Skaha raised his eyebrows slightly, walked to the desk, bent down, showing his sexy figure at a glance, gently hooked Yanann's chin with his slender fingers, and said: "Say in front of me Are you implying something like this?"

Looking at the red eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Yanain touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Actually, I don't mind doing that kind of thing with you." Skaha murmured in a low voice, with a musk-like fragrance from his plump and sexy red lips, and gently patted Yanaen's face.

Yanain's heart was pounding, and his eyes unconsciously swept across Scathach's mature and sexy body, and swallowed quietly: "Really?"

"When did you hear me tell a lie?" Skaha smiled.

Yanain's breathing suddenly became heavy, he lowered his head slightly, clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

After a long silence, Yanain finally opened his mouth and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "There is one thing I want to ask you, is that okay, mother?"

A trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in Scathach's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She stood up as if nothing had happened, stroked the hair beside her ear, and said with a smile, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Yanain still didn't raise his head: "I have a knight order in my hand, about 900 people, I hope you can teach them martial arts."

"Only true warriors are worthy of my guidance."

"Don't worry, I assure you, they are absolutely true warriors."

"Since you've said that, let me look forward to it a little bit."

Yanain breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Scathach: "Thank you for your help."

"What are you talking about, you are my child, family members don't need to say thank you for helping each other." Scathach squeezed Yanain's face twice, then turned and walked out Go, "I'm leaving first, Morgan and Lily are still waiting for me to have afternoon tea together. Remember to send someone to take me to meet the knight order tomorrow."

"Ok."

Looking at the closed door, Yanaen exhaled a long breath, leaned on the back of the chair, rubbed the center of his brows, and said with a wry smile:

"Am I not as good as a beast?"

He looked down at the small tent set up on his lower body, and sighed: "Thank you for your hard work, brother."

The door suddenly opened again, and Yanain was so frightened that he quickly lay down on the desk, covering up his abnormal state.

But when he looked up and saw the appearance of the visitor, he was slightly relieved.

"Why are you lying on the table?" Nid Hogg, who was wearing a long black dress, looked at him suspiciously.

Yanain's eyeballs rolled around, and he smiled and said, "Because I have a big treasure hidden here, do you want to see it?"

"What big baby?" Ned Hogg stepped forward curiously.

"Big baby... right here!"

Yanain suddenly grabbed Nid Hogg's little hand, and the latter couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and then was pulled closer to the former's arms.

Feeling the hard and hot thing under his buttocks, Nid Hogg's pretty face turned red all of a sudden.

"How about it, do you like this big baby?" Yanain teased.

Nid Hogg turned his head and spat lightly: "Who... who would like this kind of thing..."

"Really?"

Yanain gently kissed Ned Hogg's smooth and fair neck, causing the latter's body to tremble slightly.

His hands were not idle either, one slipped into Nid Hogg's skirt, touching back and forth on that plump and delicate thigh, and the other climbed up the plump mountain, kneading it lightly.

——After practicing every night, he now knows all the sensitive points on Nid Hogg like the back of his hand.

"Hmm~"

Nid Hogg groaned lightly, his pretty face became more rosy, his breathing became much heavier unconsciously, his body seemed to have no bones, and he leaned softly in Yanain's arms, unable to lift himself up. a little strength.

"Obviously...last night...did those many times..."

Nid Hogg really couldn't figure out why Yanain's demand was so strong, and who was the dragon between the two of them!

"Please... let me go... I'll wait... and go to Sister Morgan's afternoon tea..."

Yanain didn't bother to pay attention at all, he turned Ned Hogg's head domineeringly, and kissed the rosy lips.

It took a full 10 minutes before he finally let go of Ned Hogg. There were still some silver threads on the corners of Ned Hogg's mouth, and his beautiful eyes were blurred, making him look more and more sexy, enchanting and charming.

Yanain stroked Ned Hogg's smooth black hair, and gently bit her crystal earlobe: "How about it, are you still going now?"

"If...you have to do it...just... go to bed... okay, here...I'm not used to it ..." Ned Hogg looked at Yanain timidly, but he didn't know how much stimulation his pitiful appearance had brought to Yanain.

The string of reason broke in an instant, Yanain's eyes were red, and a beast-like growl came out of his throat. He forcefully pushed Ned Hogg down on the desk, and shot like a dragon.

"Wait...wait...the door is still open...ah~"

Chapter 184 Chapter 57 Bathed in dragon blood, crowned king!

This is the seventh year that Yanain has drawn the sword from the stone.

During these seven years, he first completed the crusade against the Kingdom of Ghana, and then removed the cancer inside Camelot through the ceremony of enshrining the king, clearing away the obstacles for the reform, and then led his troops to the north to send the five soldiers sent by the northern border. The Ten Thousand Allied Forces were wiped out, and even launched a counterattack, occupying the Kingdom of Wessex, the Kingdom of Sussex, and the Kingdom of Kent.

After the counter-offensive in the north, due to the situation at the time, he did not choose to advance rashly, but returned to Camelot, on the one hand, to digest the results of the war, and on the other hand, to accumulate strength and prepare for the final decisive battle.

Four years have passed since the war that shocked the whole of Britain, and Yanain no longer wants to procrastinate any longer.

Due to the constraints of the times, the reform plans he designed at the beginning were relatively simple, mainly focusing on food production and the military. Getting smaller and smaller.

After the initial bonus period, the marginal benefits brought by the reform are gradually diminishing, and until now, it has basically reached the bottleneck.

But this does not mean that Camelot has become perfect. In fact, the current Camelot still has many defects, such as political system, education, social structure, productivity, etc., which need to be solved.

But none of these problems can be solved overnight, and some even take three to fifty years to see initial results, so Yanain decisively gave up all of them.

Because time wasn't entirely on his side.

At the beginning, through the hints of the system, he guessed that the final decisive battle between him and Vortigern would break out in no more than seven years.

At that time, he thought that the system meant that Vortigerm would definitely declare war on Camelot within seven years, but after thinking about it carefully, he came up with an even more terrifying idea:

Could it be that what the system really meant was that if he couldn't defeat Vortigern within seven years, it would be impossible to defeat him again?

Thinking about it carefully, Vortigern has the Holy Grail in his hands and the concept of [Ending the Age of Gods] stolen from Nid Hogg. If he is really given seven years, it is really hard to say what will happen.

Even if Yanain wakes up one day, he will find that the world has suddenly changed back to the age of gods.

If this is the case, all his hard work will be in vain.

At present, Camelot's strength has far exceeded the peak of King Uther's time. Even if all the alliances of the nations are united, they can only suffer a fancy fate. If they want to make a big improvement again in the short term, Basically impossible.

Although I don't know how far Vortigern has progressed in his plan, Yanain no longer intends to wait any longer.

Having made up his mind, Yanain immediately called Bedivere and others to hold a round table meeting.

"Decisive battle? Okay! I've been waiting for this day! I can't wait to stuff Vortigern's head into his ass!" Kai took the lead in expressing his support for Yanaen's decision.After so many years, he is no longer the ignorant little boy who just came out of Taylor Bill, now he is already a knight of the round table respected by everyone, and because he often holds the golden The sword Clausolas took the lead on the battlefield, and was even honored as the "Golden Knight".

——But it was also because of staying on the battlefield for too long that he didn't know when he started to suffer from bad mouth. After reminding him several times to no avail, Yanain didn't bother to correct it.

"I also agree that, judging from the collected data, the improvement rate of Camelot is getting smaller and smaller, but this also confirms from the side that we are currently at the peak state. At this time I don’t think there is any problem in declaring war on Vortigern.” Bedivere went on to say that he had completely abandoned his inferiority complex and weakness at the beginning, and had completely bloomed his own light. Even in the Knights of the Round Table, he was considered a The presence of the best.

"I have no objection." Artoria said. Under the long-term influence of Yanain, she has gradually understood the true wisdom that belongs to the king. Although she is only a female, she is a well-deserved chief knight in the Knights of the Round Table.

——It is worth mentioning that because of the loss of the influence of the Sword in the Stone, the current Artoria has developed to the point that she is not inferior to Morgan at all. It will be very inconvenient.

As for the original chief knight Lancelot, he has also sworn surrender to Yanain and became a member of the Knights of the Round Table, second only to Artoria in strength.

Since even these big shots had already expressed their approval, the remaining Knights of the Round Table naturally couldn't raise any objections, and they all nodded in agreement.

Now that it has been decided to declare war, the next thing to do is to formulate appropriate strategies and tactics. Under the deliberate training of Yanain, every member of the Knights of the Round Table has quite unique insights in this regard. Bedivere and Artoria, the two master strategists, finalized the strategic plan in just one month.

After the last strategy meeting, Yanain let the others leave first, leaving Artoria alone.

"Teacher, why did you ask me to stay?" Artoria asked curiously.

Yanain leaned on the high-back chair, closed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Lily, do you remember how long it has been since we first met?"

"Seven years and six months." Artoria said without hesitation.

"Really? So it's been so long." Yanain sighed slightly, looked at Arturia, and said with a chuckle, "I didn't expect the little girl back then to grow into such a big girl now Woolen cloth."

Arturia lowered her head slightly, her pretty face was stained with a subtle blush.

"I said at the beginning that I will teach you everything I know, and then I will return the throne to you." Yanain looked up at the ceiling, "It's about time now."

Arturia raised her head suddenly, her holy blue eyes were filled with incredible expressions.

"Teacher, what do you mean by that..."

Yanain raised his palm, and a large palm box engraved with complicated patterns appeared in his hand. It was the control center of the Camelot formation that Felius had given him.

The patterns on the box lit up one by one, converging into a dazzling brilliance. After a while, the box disappeared, replaced by a knight spear with spiral patterns.

"The name of this gun is Rungomigniad, and it is the tower of brilliance that anchors the surface of the planet, and it is also the key for human beings to go to the primate seat.

"Your task is to take it and kill Vortigern!

"Then--

"Bath in dragon blood, be crowned king!"

Chapter 185 Chapter 58 The time for the decisive battle has come

Under Yanann's deliberate training for so many years, the degree of militarization of Camelot has far surpassed this era.

Now he has a total of 5 troops, including [-] cavalry, almost several times more than the entire Britain and Europe combined.

To cultivate such an army would undoubtedly cost an astronomical amount of money. If it weren't for the huge profits brought by grain exports to Europe, Yanain really couldn't afford to support them.

Relying on the money he earned, he almost wiped out all the iron ore in Britain and Europe, and equipped everyone in this legion with excellent armor and weapons. Other countries are lagging behind.

Coupled with the modern military training program he specially prepared, the cohesion and combat effectiveness of this army have been greatly enhanced. Even if Yanann and others do not take action, they alone are enough to sweep the entire alliance of nations.

In addition, there is Yanann's God Killing Knights.