The enemy soldiers on the walls had naturally been reduced to ash, while the soldiers behind him stood frozen in silence.
People were always more afraid than reverent when faced with the unknown.
Everyone wore an expression of shock and fear.
Agravain, now clad in the knightly order's standard plate armor, looked at Anno with a trace of fear.
The one-armed knight Bedivere and Bors, the former wall guard, gazed at him with burning eyes.
Only two people showed no surprise: Lancelot and Kay.
They had been injured during the earlier hunt for the Phantasmal Species. Lancelot had nearly lost his life, and somehow, in his fury, Anno had unleashed this attack, almost blasting the Phantasmal Species to pieces.
His trembling hand tried two or three times before he managed to slide the Chalk Holy Sword back into its scabbard. Anno drew a deep breath. "Attack."
With that, he swung himself onto his horse and watched the knights and infantry file through the breach blasted open by the beam of light.
Only two or three men stayed by his side.
Lancelot rode up beside Anno and asked nervously, "Father, your hand..."
Anno waved him off, signaling for him to stay quiet.
Lancelot could only nod, then charge into the city with the rest of the knights.
Anno sighed. He couldn't think of any way for a mere three thousand five hundred men, already short on equipment, to take a city. So he'd had no choice but to resort to this.
But power came at a price.
His hand, especially his left arm, had probably fractured again.
The last time he faced a Phantasmal Species, using this move had broken his left arm outright. Merlin had been the one to set it.
With a long sigh, Anno's hands trembling slightly, he rode into the city, enduring the pain of his fractured bones.
He hoped the supplies in this city could slow the army's depletion.
Waging war was just too expensive!
Within Camelot.
Merlin and a group of officials were discussing matters.
An elder official who knew King Arthur's gender tactfully brought up the King's marriage.
The King was a woman, and that had to be concealed. The best way was for the King to marry a woman.
Arthur sat on the throne, looking utterly bewildered.
She said sternly, "This is a council meeting. My marriage is a trivial matter that I'll decide for myself, so there's no need to trouble yourselves over it."
Thinking of Anno, who was away leading troops in battle, she felt a little restless.
I want to lead troops into battle myself, too.
Instead of sitting on this uncomfortable throne, discussing noble gossip with a bunch of old men.
Sighing, Arthur gently stroked the Sword of Promised Victory at her side, which she could be said to have inherited from her biological father.
Meanwhile, in a castle outside Camelot.
A noblewoman with the appearance of a young girl and a black veil over her face was tinkering with something in a room.
Morgan le Fay Pendragon was not only the eldest princess of Britain and the queen consort of a small neighboring kingdom—though she had already returned to her family home—but also a skilled Magecraft user, one of the foremost figures on the mystical side of the age.
She had a serious grudge against King Arthur of Camelot's Royal Court. Not only had Arthur taken her throne, but she hadn't visited Morgan even once since her coronation.
"Agravain alone may not be enough to overthrow this Britain that should be mine." Morgan le Fay's eyes brimmed with twisted jealousy. "Gawain and the others... I don't want them involved in a plan this dark. So, my new child, I'm counting on you."
Before her was a gigantic sphere of water. Inside it was something that looked like an embryo.
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