The Eternal Victory White Knight Order and the Saxon Retreat

Everyone present except Merlin was astonished that you had crossed swords with Vortigern, and they realized that as they were now, they stood no chance against him.

But then their heads started aching again. Facing the rampaging Saxons in the north, Arthur and Kay felt willing but powerless. They had only just founded the Knights of the Round Table and were still in the recruitment phase—there was no way they could immediately dispatch the gathered knights to the north to deal with the Saxons. As for the surrounding kingdoms, large and small, they couldn't handle them one by one either.

You spoke up, saying that if you were given three hundred elite knights, you were confident you could drive the Saxons out of the north and ensure they wouldn't dare invade again during your time there. Merlin chimed in at the right moment, offering to go and persuade the kings.

Arthur and Kay were taken aback by your words, as if they hadn't expected you to say such a thing.

You explained yourself. It turned out that you had spent years in the north and knew the Saxons well. Most of their troops were infantry, and with just around three hundred knights, it wouldn't take long to suppress them and stop their incursions.

In truth, you were lying. Relying on only three hundred knights to drive back the Saxons was hardly feasible. But with Camelot just established and desperately short of manpower, you couldn't exactly demand thousands of knights.

Arthur didn't seem to see through your intentions, though she looked a bit hesitant. Merlin, however, advised her to agree to your plan.

In the end, Arthur allocated about five hundred knights to you for the northern campaign, while Merlin set off to persuade the kings of neighboring kingdoms. Earlier, thanks to Arthur's status as King Uther's son and Merlin's support, many of Uther's former subjects who had declared themselves kings after his death had already come to pledge allegiance. But before that, Vortigern's presence had forced many of them to join him under pressure, leaving few kingdoms neutral.

Within Britain, the most serious internal threat was Vortigern. Without dealing with him, unifying the island was impossible.

Yu Feng watched the simulation unfold with some helplessness. He hadn't expected his simulated self to volunteer to march north and campaign against the Saxons instead of staying by Artoria's side. Still, it wasn't a problem—everything his simulated self had said hit the mark. The internal strife among the kingdoms, the final incarnation of Britain's mystery in the form of the Vile King Vortigern, and the Saxons eyeing them from the north—if he didn't resolve the internal conflicts and the Saxon threat first, he might get stabbed in the back when he finally moved against Vortigern.

Judging by the simulation's situation, Vortigern seemed to be waiting for something, making no moves even after Arthur was crowned king.

As for Morgan, after meeting your simulated self a few years ago, she had vanished without a trace. Who knew where she had wandered off to?

But Yu Feng found it strange that Morgan had appeared before him and then disappeared without a word. It was impossible for her to do nothing and just seek him out for no reason. There had to be something on him that she needed, but he had no idea what it was.

Wait a second?

Yu Feng suddenly thought of something, his expression turning odd.

Could it be...?

No, no, no, how could that be? I'm definitely overthinking it.

He quickly shook those stray thoughts out of his head and continued the simulation.

After settling the next steps, you immediately set off with the five hundred knights Arthur had approved, heading north from Camelot without delay.

The closer you got to the north, the more devastation you saw. But having witnessed this countless times before, a surge of anger toward the Saxons still welled up in your heart. The knights behind you were also filled with fury at the Saxons' brutality.

You began your campaign against the Saxons. Facing your well-equipped cavalry, they had no resistance to speak of and were quickly routed.

In the north, your reputation had already been considerable. Now, with five hundred knights crushing the Saxons, knights began to flock to your banner, joining your ranks to fight alongside you.

Meanwhile, you and Arthur kept up a steady correspondence, reporting the northern campaign's progress.

Your letters gradually drifted away from battle reports. Instead, Arthur began confiding her troubles to you. You hadn't expected this shift, but you patiently listened and offered appropriate comfort and advice.

Slowly, a sense of unease crept into your heart. This correspondence felt more like letters between a man and a woman than military dispatches.

But you didn't say anything about it.

At the same time, from Arthur's letters, you learned that Merlin's diplomacy had persuaded many neighboring kingdoms to join Arthur's side. Her power was taking shape, and the smaller kingdoms were dwindling, creating a three-way standoff between Vortigern, Arthur, and the Saxons in the north. But you believed that under your campaign, the Saxons would soon be forced off the board.

Your war with the Saxons dragged on for over a year. In that time, you won nearly every battle, driving them back step by step until they were cornered in a northern pocket, stubbornly refusing to leave Britain's stage.

You and your men were hailed by the British people as the Eternal Victory White Knight Order, thanks to your white armor and white horses, and your near-perfect record against the Saxons.

During these years of campaigning, your letters with Arthur kept you informed. The Knights of the Round Table had grown to nearly a hundred members, and many knights had joined Camelot drawn by your White Knights' prestige. You also reported the good news of the Saxons' retreat. Additionally, you learned about the breaking of Arthur's chosen sword, the Sword in the Stone, and her new blade, Excalibur.

Arthur's marriage to a queen was also mentioned in her letters. At the time, you felt something odd in her tone but couldn't put your finger on it, so you didn't dwell on it.

Then, today, you received intelligence that the Saxons were planning a final desperate gambit. You immediately led several hundred prepared knights ahead, knowing that if you were delayed, the Saxons would ravage Britain's lands longer, leaving more people homeless and bereaved.

When you reached Badon Hill, you realized you had been deceived by false intelligence. The knight who provided the information was actually a Saxon in disguise. Though you had been tricked, you hadn't been entirely wrong—the Saxons were indeed making a last stand, but the numbers were wildly off.

The intelligence claimed the Saxons numbered only about a thousand. But when you arrived, it was far from that. A rough estimate put them at nearly eight or nine thousand, and that was without a careful count.

Facing such numbers, you didn't retreat. You knew that if you backed down now, the Saxons would continue ravaging Britain, and their fear of you would diminish. The only option was to fight—to make them taste your slaughter, your ruthlessness, and their own terror, so they would withdraw from Britain for good.

You and the hundreds of knights behind you, facing thousands of Saxons, didn't flinch. Griping your swords tightly, at your command, you charged straight into the vastly outnumbering enemy.

You and those hundred knights, tempered by countless battles over the years, were no longer the same people. You cut into the Saxon ranks like they were nothing, each of you worth ten men.

You and your hundred knights held out for a day and a night, even as the Saxons tried to overwhelm you with sheer numbers.

Now it was night, but reinforcements were nowhere to be seen. You knew they had either been held up or would never come.

Against the massive Saxon force, your Dragon Bloodline gave you a powerful physique and stamina, but your hundred knights lacked that advantage. Their stamina had its limits.

Soon, your hundred knights were picked off one by one, their bodies lost. The battlefield was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the air thick with the lingering stench of gore.

Covered in blood, you faced the still-sea of Saxons without a hint of retreat, resolved to fight to the last.

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

Without hesitation, you grabbed it and began to activate its Noble Phantasm.

Instantly, you felt immense energy from the surroundings converge wildly onto the bow. Your own mana drained at a terrifying rate. If not for your Dragon Bloodline, the bow would have sucked you dry.

Soon, you sensed the bow was ready. You pulled it with all your might.

Countless energies coalesced into a silver-white arrow. Even before firing, you could feel the terrifying, vast power emanating from it, as if it could devour everything—yet it also carried a pure, flawless aura.

The moment the silver-white arrow took shape, you released it, letting it fly toward the Saxons.

As it shot out, it streaked across the sky like a meteor, reaching the Saxons in an instant.

Then, a blinding white light, a deafening roar, and a raging wave of heat swept across Badon Hill. You braced yourself with all your strength, using the Sword of the Holy Knight to withstand the blast. At that moment, a strange, small circular magic pattern appeared on the blade—the seal Vortigern had placed on it earlier. Now, it became your lifeline.

Coincidentally, that seal held out just long enough to endure the full force of the attack before dissolving.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to be stunned by the sight before you.

Countless charred Saxon corpses lay strewn across the hills of Badon Hill—no, it could no longer be called Badon Hill; it was now Badon Crater. Under your attack, thousands of Saxons had been instantly vaporized, leaving only severed limbs and broken bodies, while the original Badon Hill had vanished by more than half. Only the utter devastation bore witness to the great battle that had taken place here.

You looked at the scene before you and fell silent. After a long moment, you resolved to use the Noble Phantasm of the Knight's Judgment Bow sparingly in the future, then quickly turned and left, wanting to check on your men.

When you were halfway there, you stopped, your body trembling. The reason was simple: your knights and your adjutant stood in neat formation not far ahead, drenched in blood, unbowed even in death. They stared fixedly in the direction you had come from, their eyes already devoid of light—clearly long dead.

Among your knights, not a single one had fallen; all had died standing. Behind them lay a field of corpses, and you easily recognized them as Vortigern's men.

At that moment, you looked at your knights, your body trembling. You said nothing, your face calm, your gaze utterly still as never before. You walked over slowly, looked at them, and bowed deeply. It was a long time before you straightened up and buried them one by one.

Finally, you staggered away from the place.

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

Talent! Dragon Bloodline evolves!

You have acquired the talent "Unyielding White Dragon"!

You have acquired the Noble Phantasm "Eternal Victory White Knight Order."

Noble Phantasm "Eternal Victory White Knight Order" unlocked.

Eternal Victory White Knight Order
Rank: A++
Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
Range: ???
Maximum Targets: ???
Description: Pantaleon's Inherent Domain. It can independently summon the White Knight Order under Pantaleon's command during his lifetime as Servants.
Once summoned, each member is an independent Servant. Until Pantaleon disappears as a Servant, they can act freely without restriction. Each has their own Class, but all are exclusively of the Three Upper Classes and possess the relevant Class Skills. However, activating this Noble Phantasm requires the recognition and approval of every member of the Eternal Victory White Knight Order, as well as Pantaleon's actions, and a vast amount of magical energy to deploy!

Pantaleon's Inherent Domain is the scene recognized and acknowledged by the many knights of the Eternal Victory White Knight Order during his battles against the Saxons in the forests and mountains of northern Britain. This is because it was the happiest and most memorable time the Eternal Victory White Knight Order shared with Pantaleon in life.