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

Yanain is very opinionated.

This name is really too secondary!The shame level is simply off the charts!

Lucan, you big-eyed guy, are you also an old Two-dimensional from the future?

"Two-dimensional? What is that? Is it a forbidden technique newly developed by Your Majesty?" Duke Lucan was bewildered.

Yanain sighed, and waved his hand feebly: "Forget it, call it whatever you like, Destroyed Light, Big Ivan, Little Boy, Fatty... Anyway, this is your territory ,as long as you are happy."

Although he didn't understand what the string of inexplicable names in the king's mouth meant, Duke Lucan, who had achieved his goal, was still very happy.

"By the way, there is one more thing, Your Majesty." Duke Lucan considered his words, "What do you think of my brother, Bedivere?"

Yanain thought for a while; "An excellent conductor with a firm will and a strong heart. Most importantly, I can see the loyalty of the knight from his eyes."

Every time he said a word, the smile on Duke Lucan's face deepened.

He turned his head and looked outside the door: "Did you hear that? Bedivere, Your Majesty thinks highly of you."

A one-armed knight in silver armor walked in from the outside, his blue eyes gleaming with uncontrollable excitement.

In any case, Bedivere never expected that he could get such a high evaluation from the new king even though it was just a one-sided relationship.

Especially the last sentence - knight's loyalty, isn't this what he has been pursuing all along?

For so many years, what he longed for, what he said he hoped for, what he hoped for, was to be able to offer all his loyalty to a worthy monarch!

Yanain looked at Bedivere with a smile.

With his perception, he naturally knew that the other party had been hiding outside from the beginning.

Those words were not out of compliment, but a true portrayal of Bedivere in his impression.

After all, not everyone can face death calmly for an illusory mission after living for 500 years.

Bedivere took a deep breath, knelt down in front of Yanain on one knee, lowered his head, put his left hand on his chest, and said:

"Bedwell, from now on, I am willing to give up all fame and fortune, give up all glory, and dedicate this body to the great King of Camelot."

Yanain watched quietly for a while, then took out the sword in the stone at his waist, and lightly tapped Bedivere's shoulder three times.

Like Lanmaloch back then, Bedivere has now officially become a knight he recognized.

The look of ecstasy could not be restrained in Duke Lucan's eyes.

Although the best opportunity was missed before, now with the bond of Bedivere, the Lucan family is undoubtedly bound to the new king!

As long as Bedivere performs well in front of the new king in the future, the more favor the Lucan family can get, and the greater the benefits they can get!

However, Bedivere was not the only knight beside the king. The purple-haired man named Lancelot was so brave that he had few opponents in the whole of Britain. A little immature, but in terms of military command ability, she is not inferior to Bedivere at all, and her elder brother Kai is also a rare expert in Britain.

With such strong competitors, it would be too difficult for Bedwell to stand out.

By the way, isn't the king going to attack the Kingdom of Ghana?Just take this opportunity to let Bedivere perform well in front of the king.

But now we don't know the cause of the beast horde, and we don't know whether it will end yet. It would be too risky for Lucammons to rashly send soldiers to fight.

Besides, it is still uncertain whether the king needs their help or not.

Just when Duke Lucan was terribly tangled, an attendant suddenly rushed in from the outside, and almost fell to the ground because of his speed.

"Reckless, what does it look like." Duke Lucan frowned slightly.

The attendant swallowed, and a little fear appeared in his eyes: "My lord, something happened outside!"

Lucan's eyes widened in an instant, and he stood up: "The beast tide is coming again!?"

"No...it's not a beast tide, it's an army! An army that came out of nowhere appeared behind Lucammons."

"Army?" Duke Lucan's face was as serious as water, "How many people?"

"Probably... more than 300 people..."

"Three hundred?" Duke Lucan almost laughed angrily, "It's just such a small number of people, why don't you tell me that it's a big deal?"

The attendant smiled wryly and said, "I can't say a few words clearly, anyway, Lord City Master, you will know after you go and see for yourself."

Duke Lucan snorted coldly: "I don't believe it, just 300 people, what kind of big storms can they withstand."

"That's not necessarily the case, Duke Lucan, if you underestimate your opponent because of their numbers, you will suffer a lot."

Lucan turned his head in amazement: "Your Majesty..."

Yanain walked past Lucan with a smile: "Let's go, Duke Lucan, come with me to meet...

"My king's army."

Chapter 80 Chapter 26 The King's Knights

On the city wall, soldiers with armor and helmets stood at their posts, holding the weapons in their hands firmly, with solemn expressions.

Yanain and the others stepped onto the city wall and stared into the distance.

"It's right there, my lord."

Duke Lucan and Bedivere looked in the direction of the servant's finger, their eyes gradually filled with horror.

"That is......."

On the avenue leading to Lucammons, a team of more than [-] people is slowly advancing. The armor on their bodies has been completely submerged in sand and mud, and there are messy scratches everywhere, which can hardly be seen For any piece of equipment that is in good condition, the hair is messy, and the face is covered with dirt. At first glance, people may even think that it is a group of refugees fleeing from other places.

But behind this group of refugees, there were twenty corpses of wyverns!

That is the top fantasy species of the current era!

Even those elite soldiers with rich experience and strong bodies have to gather a team of at least 30 people under the condition of excellent equipment to defeat a wyvern.

And this is just to be able to defeat it. Wyvern is a fantasy species with the ability to fly after all, and its wisdom is far beyond that of ordinary monsters. If the situation is not good, it can directly fly to the sky and escape, which makes people helpless.

If one wanted to completely kill a wyvern, at least two magicians who were good at confinement magic, or an army of more than a hundred people who cooperated tacitly and laid traps in advance, had a certain chance of success.

Lucan is sure that there are absolutely no magicians in this 300-man army, because no magician will tolerate being so sloppy.

So, these twenty wyverns were all killed by these 300 people?

Such an absurd idea, Lucan subconsciously prepared to deny it, but when he noticed the refugees, his originally firm idea couldn't help but waver.

What kind of people are they? Their whole bodies are covered with dirt, and they are even worse than beggars, but those eyes are as bright as torches, like pearls that have been washed away and finally bloomed with their own dazzling light .

They walked in silence, every step they took was firm and heavy, and the formation of more than 300 people was not scattered at all, as if everyone was sharing the same brain, no need for verbal communication, just a look, You can understand what the other party wants to express.

Especially that kind of aura, that kind of aura that is as indestructible as a spear, it seems that no matter how powerful the enemy is in front of them, they will never choose to retreat. The aura of everyone is condensed together, rolling in like a mountain !

Only then did Duke Lucan understand why the attendant had a panicked expression when he came to report.

Such a terrifying army, I am afraid that only the Roman soldiers who are like the sons of the gods in the legend can contend with it.

Duke Lucan turned his head slightly to look at Yanaen next to him. If he heard correctly just now, the new king said that the 300 people are all from his army...

Artoria and the others, who came belatedly, looked at the army with the same astonishment in their eyes.

"My king, those people are not..." Artoria looked at Yanaen in surprise.

"That's right." Yanain nodded with a smile, "They are the knights who chose to take the trial road leading to the knight's certificate."

Knight's certificate?The road to trials?

The quick-minded Duke Lucan's eyes flickered slightly, and his intuition told him that the army in front of him was absolutely inseparable from the knight's certificate and the road of trial that the king said.

"It's really them..."

Artoria and Kai looked at each other, and they both saw the same shock in each other's eyes.

Among all the people present, except for Yanain, I am afraid that no one knows the original appearance of this army better than them.

It is precisely because of this that they also endured a stronger shock.

They couldn't believe that the uniform and imposing army in front of them was actually composed of the [-] free-spirited knights a month ago.

In the past month, what have they experienced?

"Ah la, I really didn't expect that they actually let them finish this road. Really, I feel a little bit ashamed." The voice echoed with a chuckle, and the pink petals gathered, with a handsome face The white-haired magician stepped out of it.

Merlin bowed slightly towards Yanain: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, your goal has succeeded again."

"It's just a matter of course." Yanain said indifferently, then turned to look at Duke Lucan, "Duke Lucan, do you still have wine in hand?"

Lucan immediately reacted and nodded without hesitation: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, no matter how much wine you want, I will get it out for you today!"

"Then please trouble Duke Lucan." Yanain smiled slightly, turned and walked under the city wall, "Let's go, gentlemen, come with me to welcome their triumphant return."

This 300-man army stood under the city wall of Lucammons. The heavy gate slowly opened with a low muffled sound, and Yanain took the lead and walked out first.

Standing at the forefront of the team was the very familiar Lanmaloch.

The future knight of the round table also looked extremely sloppy at this time, but the sharpness in his eyes, like the tip of a spear, was sharper than before.

"See my king!"

Lan Maloch knelt on the ground on one knee, and the rest of the knights followed closely behind. The sound of hundreds of people gathered was like thunder roaring!

As if affected by this storm-like aura, the soldiers defending the city unconsciously took a few steps back and swallowed quietly.

Yanain was silent, his eyes swept over everyone, after a long time, he took a deep breath.

"At the beginning, this king once promised you that as long as you can complete this trial road, then this king will recognize you as true knights. Now the time has come, and it is time for this king to fulfill his promise. "

He took out the sword in the stone, walked over one by one, not paying attention to the dirt on their bodies, and tapped each knight's shoulder three times with the sword.

The whole process was very quiet, and no one made a sound. Yanain's expression was unprecedentedly serious and serious. The recognized knights clenched their fists tightly, trembling all over, and even couldn't help crying softly.

Except for themselves, no one knows what they have experienced during this time.

Rainstorms, swamps, cliffs, torrents, monsters, sacrifices... They faced the threat of death countless times, had the idea of ​​giving up countless times, and were driven crazy by this endless torture countless times.They quarreled, fought, and even broke out in civil war, but after calming down, they still chose to support each other and move forward in silence.

Now, they have finally overcome all kinds of difficulties and all kinds of despair, and reached the end with their own strength.All the hard work has paid off, feeling the weight from the shoulders, no one can restrain the surging tide in the heart.

At the end of the award ceremony, Yanain turned around and shouted, "Serve the wine!"

Arturia, Kai, Lancelot, Duke Lucan, and Bedivere personally took the wine from the carriage and distributed it to the three hundred knights.

Yanain stepped forward, picked up a jar of wine, and turned to face the crowd.

"Gentlemen, for your victory, for this beautiful triumph, cheers!"