Eternal Victory White Knight Order and the Saxons' Defeat

Everyone present except Merlin was astonished to learn that you had fought Vortigern before. At the same time, they realized that as they were now, they stood absolutely no chance against Vortigern.

But then another headache arose. Faced with the Saxons ravaging the north, Arthur and Kay had the will but lacked the means. The Knights of the Round Table had only just been established and were still recruiting. There was no way they could immediately send the newly gathered knights north to deal with the Saxons, nor could they handle the many kingdoms around them one by one.

You stated that if you were given three hundred elite knights, you were confident you could drive the Saxons from the north and ensure they would never invade again while you remained there. At that moment, Merlin also spoke up at the right time, saying he could persuade the kings.

Arthur and Kay were startled by your words, seemingly not expecting you to say such a thing.

You explained that you had often been in the north over the past few years and knew the Saxons well. Most Saxon troops were infantry. With around three hundred knights, it would not take long to suppress them and prevent them from invading again.

In truth, you had lied. With only three hundred knights, driving back the Saxons was hardly likely. But Camelot had only just been established and was desperately short of people. You could not possibly demand thousands upon thousands of knights right away.

Arthur seemingly did not see through your thoughts and merely had some concerns, but Merlin, standing nearby, advised her to agree to your proposal.

In the end, Arthur assigned you around five hundred knights for the northern campaign, while Merlin set off to persuade the kings of the surrounding nations. Previously, with her status as King Uther's daughter and Merlin's assistance, quite a few subjects who had declared themselves kings after King Uther's death had already come to her. But because of Vortigern's presence, many of King Uther's former subjects had joined Vortigern under his pressure, leaving few nations that remained neutral.

Within Britain, Vortigern was the most serious internal threat. Unless Vortigern was dealt with, there was no way to unify Britain.

Yu Feng watched the simulation with some helplessness. He had not expected his simulated self to volunteer to head north and crusade against the Saxons instead of remaining at Artoria's side. Still, there was nothing wrong with it. Everything his simulated self said struck precisely at the problem: the internal conflicts among the kingdoms, Vortigern, the final incarnation of the mystery of Britain, and the Saxons in the north watching like tigers. If the internal kingdom conflicts and the Saxons were not dealt with first, someone might stab them in the back when they finally moved against Vortigern.

Judging from the simulation, Vortigern seemed to be waiting for something. He had made no move even after Artoria became king.

As for Morgan, after meeting his past self in the simulation years ago, she had vanished without another word. Who knew where she had wandered off to?

But Yu Feng found it strange that Morgan had suddenly appeared before him, only to disappear again. She had said nothing, met him, and left. It was impossible for Morgan to seek him out without wanting anything. There had to be something on him that Morgan needed, but Yu Feng had no idea what she was interested in.

Wait?

Yu Feng suddenly thought of something, and his expression turned strange.

Could it be...?

No, no, no. How could that be? I must be overthinking it.

Yu Feng hurriedly cast all those random thoughts from his mind and continued the simulation.

After settling the next steps, you immediately led the five hundred knights Arthur had approved and left Camelot for the north without delay.

The closer you came to the north, the more devastation you saw around you. Though you had seen such scenes countless times before, anger toward the Saxons still surged in your heart. The knights behind you were likewise filled with rage at the Saxons' brutality.

You began your campaign against the Saxons. Faced with your well-equipped cavalry, the Saxons had no ability to resist and swiftly collapsed into a rout.

You had already been quite famous in the north. Now that you had led five hundred knights to crush the Saxons, knights gradually came to join your ranks by reputation and fight the Saxons alongside you.

At the same time, you and Arthur frequently exchanged letters, and you reported the results of the northern campaign to her.

Your correspondence with Arthur gradually drifted away from reports of the northern war. Instead, Arthur began confiding her troubles to you. You had not expected such a change, so you could only patiently listen to her and offer appropriate comfort and advice.

Gradually, you began to feel that something was not quite right. This correspondence felt more like letters exchanged between a man and a woman than conversations about military reports.

But you could not really say anything about it.

At the same time, Arthur's letters told you that Merlin's persuasion of the surrounding nations had convinced many of them to join Arthur's banner. Arthur's power gradually took shape, and smaller nations became fewer and fewer, forming a standoff between Vortigern, Arthur, and the Saxons in the north. But you believed that under your campaign, the Saxons would soon be driven from the board.

Your war against the Saxons lasted more than a year. Throughout that year and more, you won nearly every battle, forcing the Saxons back again and again until they huddled in one corner of the north, still unwilling to leave Britain.

You and your subordinates were called the Eternal Victory White Knight Order by the people of Britain, for you and your followers wore white armor and rode white horses, and you had suffered almost no defeats in your battles against the Saxons.

During the years of campaigning against the Saxons, you learned through your correspondence with Arthur that the Knights of the Round Table had grown ever stronger, now numbering nearly a hundred members. Under the prestige of your White Knights, many knights had also joined Camelot. You reported the good news of the Saxons' repeated defeats, and you also learned that Arthur's chosen sword, the Sword in the Stone, had broken, and that she had obtained a new sword—the Excalibur!

Arthur's marriage to a queen was also mentioned in her letter. Yet at the time, you felt that there was something odd about Arthur's tone, though you could not put it into words and did not pay it much attention.

However, today, you received intelligence that the Saxons intended to make one final stand. You immediately led the several hundred prepared knights ahead of the others, because if you delayed, the Saxons would ravage Britain for even longer, leaving who knew how many more people displaced and bereaved.

When you arrived at Badon Hill, you discovered that you had been deceived by false intelligence. The knight who had provided the information had actually been disguised as a Saxon. Though calling it deception was not entirely accurate—the Saxons really did intend to make one final stand, but there was an enormous discrepancy in their numbers.

The intelligence claimed there were only around a thousand Saxons, but when you arrived, there were far more than that. By rough estimate, there were nearly eight or nine thousand of them, and that was without counting carefully.

Faced with such numbers, you did not retreat. You knew that if you backed down this time, the Saxons would continue ravaging Britain, and their fear of you would lessen. Now, only battle—making the Saxons feel your slaughter, your ruthlessness, and the fear they held for you—could force them to withdraw from Britain forever.

You and the hundreds of knights following behind you did not flinch before the thousands of Saxons. You gripped your swords tightly, and at your command, charged directly at the Saxons despite the vast difference in numbers.

You and those hundred knights had endured countless trials by fire over the years. You were no longer the person you had once been. You and the hundred knights charged into the Saxons like no one was there, each fighting ten enemies alone.

Even as the Saxons tried to bury you beneath sheer numbers, you and your hundred knights held out for an entire day and night.

Night had now fallen, but no reinforcements had come for a long time. You knew that either they had been delayed, or they would never come at all.

Against the overwhelming number of Saxons, you could rely on your Dragon Bloodline for tremendous physical strength and endurance. But your hundred knights did not possess bodies as powerful as yours. Their stamina had its limits.

Your hundred knights were soon defeated one by one by the Saxons, leaving not even their corpses behind. The battlefield became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, while the thick smell of blood lingered in the air without fading.

Bathed in blood from head to toe, you looked at the still countless Saxons before you without the slightest intention of retreating, prepared to fight until your final moment.

At that moment, the Knight's Judgment Bow suddenly appeared before you.

Without hesitation, you seized the Knight's Judgment Bow and began activating its Noble Phantasm.

In an instant, you felt countless streams of energy wildly gathering upon the Knight's Judgment Bow. You could also feel your own magical energy draining at a furious rate. If not for your Dragon Bloodline, the Knight's Judgment Bow would likely have drained you dry long ago.

Soon, you sensed the response from the Knight's Judgment Bow and knew that its Noble Phantasm could be activated. You immediately drew the Knight's Judgment Bow with all your strength.

Countless energies gathered together, forming a silver-white bow and arrow. Before it was even fired, you could feel the terrifying, immense power radiating from it, as though it could devour everything. Yet you could also sense an immaculate, pure aura within it.

The instant the silver-white arrow took shape, you released the string and let it fly toward the Saxons.

After the silver-white arrow was fired, it streaked across the sky like a meteor and reached the Saxons in an instant.

Then, a dazzling white light, accompanied by an enormous roar and raging heat, instantly swept across all of Badon Hill. You used all your strength to withstand the blast with the Sword of the Holy Knight. At that moment, a strange, small circular spell appeared on its blade. This was the seal Vortigern had once placed upon the Sword of the Holy Knight, but at this moment, it became your lifeline.

By chance, the seal held out completely until the power of the attack dissipated, only then breaking apart.

You slowly opened your eyes and were immediately stunned by the sight before you.

Countless charred Saxon bodies lay strewn across the wilderness of Badon Hill. No, it could no longer be called Badon Hill. It should be called Badon Flatlands. Under your attack, thousands of Saxons had instantly vaporized, leaving only severed limbs and broken remains. The original Badon Hill had also vanished by more than half. Only the wreckage covering the ground proved that a great battle had taken place here.

You looked at the scene before you in silence. After a long while, you decided to use the Knight's Judgment Bow's Noble Phantasm less in the future. Then you hurriedly turned and left, wanting to find out what had happened to your subordinates.

When you were halfway there, you stopped, your body trembling slightly. There was only one reason: your knights and your adjutant stood in neat rows not far ahead, drenched in blood and refusing to yield even in death. They stared fixedly in the direction you had come from, their eyes long devoid of light. They had clearly been dead for a long time.

Among your knights, without exception, every one of them had died standing. Behind them lay corpses scattered across the ground, and you could easily tell they all belonged to Vortigern's subordinates.

At that moment, you looked at your knights, your body trembling. You said nothing. Your expression was calm, while your eyes were more utterly still than ever before. You slowly walked over, looked at them, and bowed deeply. Only after a long time did you straighten and bury them one by one.

Only then did you stagger away from this place.

You gained the inherent skills "Charisma," "White Knight's Legacy," and "Absolute Perseverance."

Talent! Dragon Bloodline evolved!

You gained the talent! Unyielding White Dragon!

You gained the Noble Phantasm "Eternal Victory White Knight Order."

Noble Phantasm "Eternal Victory White Knight Order" unlocked.

Eternal Victory White Knight Order

Rank: A++

Classification: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

Range: ???

Maximum Targets: ???

Description: Pantaleon's Inherent Domain. It can independently summon the White Knights who once served under Pantaleon as Servants.

After being summoned, each one is an independent Servant. Before Pantaleon disappears as a Servant, they can continue acting freely as Servants without restriction. Each possesses their own class, but every one of them is guaranteed to belong to one of the three Knight classes and possess the corresponding class skills. However, activating this Noble Phantasm requires the recognition of every member of the Eternal Victory White Knight Order, their approval of Pantaleon's actions, and an enormous amount of magical energy.

Pantaleon's Inherent Domain is the scene jointly recognized and accepted by the many knights of the Eternal Victory White Knight Order during the years they fought the Saxons alongside Pantaleon amid the forests and mountains of northern Britain, for it was the happiest and most memorable time the Eternal Victory White Knight Order had spent with Pantaleon in life.