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

——This is not his making up nonsense. Currently, in the imagination of the people of Camelot, this is what King Vortigern looks like.

——In the beginning, those bards made up exaggerated poems to exaggerate Vortigern's power, but they didn't expect that the shadow that the white dragon brought to people was too heavy, and they made the content of the poems scary processing.Afterwards, it was passed on to ten, ten to a hundred, and the image of Vutigeng in everyone's minds became like this, and in some places even more terrifying versions were circulated.

——So even if Lancelot later found out that what Yanain said was not true, he would not suspect him.

"How could this be so!" Lancelot clenched his fist and smashed it hard, smashing a stone next to him instantly, his light purple eyes flashed with furious flames, "betrayal, blasphemy, bloody, brutal... ...How can such an evil white dragon tolerate it to continue to exist in the world!"

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Yanain firmly: "I have decided, Yanain, I will leave Avalon with you to fight against that evil white dragon!"

"Calm down, Lancelot." Yanain was snickering in his heart, but with a worried look on his face, "This is my business, but it has nothing to do with you."

"It doesn't matter!" Lancelot said anxiously, "Although we have only been together for a month, you are already an indispensable friend to me. Now that you are in trouble, how can I just ignore it? ?”

Yanain sighed: "However, Vortigerm is so strong that he may even have reached the [divine] realm."

"No matter how powerful it is, justice will bring the final punishment." Lancelot's gaze was extremely firm, "Bet on the name of Lancelot, I will definitely let that evil white dragon end under my sword !"

hum-

With a slight tremor, a wide and thick sword appeared in Lancelot's hands. The golden sword body shone brightly, and the blue hilt shimmered like a lake. It was engraved with complicated patterns, which belonged to elves. Text.

The indestructible lake light... Yanain narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is also a powerful holy sword, which was entrusted to Lancelot by Vivienne, the fairy of the lake. In terms of [toughness], it can rival the sword of vowed victory, and it has made countless outstanding military exploits with Lancelot.

However, when Lancelot escaped from Britain with Guinevere, he accidentally killed the fellow Knights of the Round Table, Akiwen, Gahoris, Gareth and others, resulting in this holy sword as clear as lake water. The sword was stained with evil colors, lost its qualifications, and fell into a magic sword ever since.

Holding the holy sword in his hand, Lancelot's huge magical power soared into the sky like a pillar of the sky, as pure and firm as his belief in fighting for justice.

This is the noble knight with beautiful ideals, who has gathered many virtues such as romance, justice, and loyalty. Although he has committed unforgivable mistakes, he is still praised by later generations.

"Since you have said so, how can I refuse?"

Yanain smiled and held out his palm to Lancelot.

"May you always uphold this original belief, never forget your true heart no matter when and where, and use the sword in your hand to implement justice for the weak.

"Welcome to Camelot, Knight of the Lake—Lancelot."

Chapter 66 Chapter 13 The Holy Sword Maker of the Stars

Although it is a fantasy land isolated from the world, Avalon also has day and night.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, for thousands of years, all creatures here have adhered to the simplest and simplest life philosophy.

When Yanann and others came to Avalon's No. 60 day and night alternation, a powerful wave of magic power swept across the entire Avalon.

Yanain, who was resting on the bed, opened his eyes instantly, with a smile in his eyes.

"It's finally over..."

He sighed, then got up immediately, found Guinevere who lived next door, and took her to fly towards the source of the magic power.

On the small island, countless goblins gathered together, looking curiously at the small hill that radiated the dim starlight.

Yanain landed on the ground with Guinevere, scattered the wings made of wind elements, and looked at Merlin who had been waiting here.

"what's the result?"

Merlin shook his head: "Not sure yet."

Yannen eyebrows suddenly sensed something, and looked towards the nothingness next to him.

The void was slightly distorted, and one figure after another appeared out of thin air, all of them were graceful ladies with different temperaments, some were as hot as flames, some were as indifferent as ice, and the one standing in the front was impressively The oldest elf in the world, Vivian.

—— According to the legend, the nine fairies of the lake who guarded Avalon, except for the evil fairy Morrigan, all gathered here.

"It's great to see you again."

The sweet voice like a clear spring came to my ears, and the wind nymph Tarenno, who had met once, looked at Yanann and the others with a sweet smile, and waved her hand casually.

The breeze gathered, and a figure emerged out of thin air.

"Kay?"

Yanain and the others were slightly taken aback. For some reason, after seeing each other again after two months, Kai seemed a little disappointed.

"teacher."

Kai's gaze was slightly complicated, but he didn't say anything, just stood quietly behind Yanaen.

Yanain and Guinevere looked at each other, and they both saw some doubts in each other's eyes.

Only Merlin who was standing beside him smiled and said nothing.

Just when Yanain was about to ask Kai if Tyrenor did something to him——

call!

The wind blows.

Countless petals were blown up, flying all over the sky, the surging air current caused the white clouds in the sky to float rapidly, ripples appeared on the calm lake surface, and countless creatures looked up at this scene in amazement.

The starlight that shrouded the hill suddenly spread towards the surroundings.

The goblins screamed in panic, and were about to close their eyes, but found that the starlight this time was not as intense as last time, as if there were a pair of invisible hands restraining this power.

The hazy starlight like fireflies covers the island with petals all over the sky, like a blurred midsummer night's dream.

Tread-

Clear footsteps sounded suddenly, and a petite figure walked down the hill.

It was a knight girl as pure white as a lily, and her holy blue eyes were as clear as lake water.

She held a three-foot-long golden sword in her hand, and an extremely strong aura of nobility shrouded the sword, making it difficult to restrain the urge to prostrate and worship.

"Al!"

Guinevere jumped towards Artoria in surprise, hugging that petite figure tightly.

"Long time no see, Guinevere."

Arturia smiled, patted Guinevere's back lightly, and looked at Yanain in front of her.

"Teacher, I have lived up to your expectations of me."

"Yes, Lily, you did it. Congratulations on successfully pulling out the holy sword." Yanain sighed.

Although he already knew the ending, when this moment really came, he still couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Although he didn't know what Artoria had experienced in the trial of the holy sword in the past two months, from those holy blue eyes, he clearly felt a stronger and firmer belief than before.

In a daze, he seemed to see the shadow of the Knight King from the girl in front of him.

It seems that this time, apart from the holy sword, Artoria has also obtained other not small gains.

The goblins happily hugged each other, and the voices from their mouths were as beautiful as a melody—it was a poem of celebration and blessing.

"Congratulations, human, your faith has successfully conquered the will of the holy sword." Sitting on the vine, Vivienne looked at the sword of vowed victory in Artoria's hand, her gaze was a little complicated.

From the moment the holy sword was created, she kept looking for a suitable host for it, but she was still unable to get the recognition of the holy sword.

However, what she didn't expect was that until the end, what Holy Sword admitted was the petite girl in front of her with the power of the red dragon.

Is this the so-called destiny?

She sighed slightly from the bottom of her heart, stretched out her hand, and the scattered starlight gathered in her hand again, forming a golden scabbard inlaid with blue enamel.

"Glory, salvation, humanity, truth, justice, not bullying the weak, brave and wise, not being an enemy of elves, justice, survival, recognition." She looked at Arturia, "This is the reason why Holy Sword chose you, I hope From now on, you can always keep this belief in mind, otherwise when you fall into darkness, the holy sword will also be stained with unclean marks."

"I will remember." Artoria said seriously.

Vivian nodded, and handed the scabbard to Artoria: "Although the holy sword recognizes you, you are not its owner. It belongs to this planet and is forged from the crystallization of the planet. The holy sword, you who pull it out are the holy sword user of the stars.

"This ideal land named Avalon is the scabbard of the holy sword. Although it cannot bring you great power, it can protect you from harm from the outside world. Remember to Keep it safe."

The moment Artoria touched the scabbard, the latter turned into countless stars and merged into her body.

"The chosen Holy Sword of the Stars, although I cannot give you great power, I hope this blessing can help you."

Vivienne opened her mouth, her deep voice was like an ancient chant:

"In the name of the fairy in the lake, I promise you to ride the lake and never fall."

Invisible power came together, just like the "Wind King Barrier" given by Terenor, another blessing was engraved on Artoria's body.

"Lancelot, have you really decided to leave Avalon with them?" Vivian looked at the purple-haired young man beside her.

"Yes, mother, I believe in my choice." Lancelot said with firm eyes.

He believes that a person who even chooses to follow the Holy Sword Envoy of the Stars must be someone worthy of his entrustment.

Vivienne nodded, and then looked at Guinevere, her pale golden eyes revealed a little complexity.

"The holy sword already has its own destination, and the mission of Avalon has also ended. From now on, the ideal land will never appear in front of people——

"Everyone, goodbye."

Chapter 67 Chapter 14 The Wisdom of Manipulation

On the narrow path sandwiched between the desolate fields, the void twisted slightly like a rippling lake, one figure after another emerged out of thin air.

"Well, is this the outside world?" The young man with short purple hair looked around and grabbed the air as if he was ingesting something, "It's really very different from Avalon. The ether factor is very thin."

"It's still where we left, but I don't know if the flow of time here is the same as Avalon." Yanain looked around and looked at Lancelot, "How is it, is there any discomfort? ?”

"No problem, just get used to it a little bit." A smile appeared on Lancelot's face.

"That's good." Yanain nodded slightly. Although it is common sense that Lancelot can perfectly adapt to the external environment, but after all, he grew up in Avalon, and no one knows what will happen. Adverse reactions.

"Let's go, Yanain, we are now going to hunt down that evil white dragon!" Lancelot said.

Thinking of the evil dragon killing so many innocent people every day, he could no longer suppress the magma-like anger in his heart.

If he could, he wished he could fly to that dragon's palace right now and cut it under the sword.

"Don't worry, Lancelot." Yanain shook his head, "Now we don't know anything about Vortigern, so rushing there so recklessly is tantamount to sending a sheep like a tiger. And Vortigern There are still tens of thousands of soldiers under him, and even if we can eliminate all these soldiers with just a few of us, we will have no strength left to fight against Vortigern."