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[FTMWDK] Chapter 197: Conflict
🕑 Added 2024-01-02 05:39:59 +0000 UTCUpon receiving the message from Morgan, the Knights of the Round Table immediately rushed towards the direction of East Anglia with the rest of the army.
They didn't know why at such an urgent moment, the king still wanted to occupy East Anglia. However, their military training had made them accustomed to obeying orders, and thus, no one raised objections.
As they sprinted, they didn't forget to gather soldiers along the way. As for the civilians of Anglo-Saxons, they merely reminded them to leave quickly and didn't bother much beyond that.
Whether the Anglo-Saxons would heed the advice was none of their concern.
Under the influence of True Ether, the environment undergoes earth-shattering changes. The chances of ordinary people surviving were lower than winning the lottery jackpot. They only spoke up as a warning, given the shared humanity.
The nature of this war had changed; it was no longer a struggle between nations but a clash between the ancient gods from a distant past and the humanity who wanted to continue the future.
In this situation, past grudges seemed less important.
The army of Camelot tirelessly rushed for a day and night, finally reaching East Anglia from Northumbria, the remaining Seven Northern Kingdoms. These two kingdoms were mostly already occupied by the southern allied nations, leaving only their royal capitals, like an island surrounded by hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Upon hearing that Camelot's army had arrived, the kings of the allied nations came to greet them.
"With so many of you and so many days, you all still haven't taken it down?"
Bedivere pointed to the royal capital directly and asked bluntly as he was uninterested in pleasantries.
The faces of various kings instantly darkened.
When had they, as kings leading a nation, been so disdainfully spoken to? If it were Arthur saying that, it might be understandable, but for a mere commander to be so arrogant?
However, looking at the figures behind Bedivere—Lamorak, Lancelot, Gawain, Kay, and other powerful figures, they could only swallow their resentment.
"It's not as easy as you think. This royal capital of East Anglia sits atop the largest Ley Lines in the North. The bounded field is the strongest among the seven kingdoms. It's not that easy to break through." One of the kings said with an unhappy tone.
"Bloody hell! Are you kidding me? We've already taken down six on our side. With this many of you, can't even handle one? Quit with the excuses! If I were you, I'd have drowned myself in a toilet by now!" Kay cursed and scoffed.
Now, the kings could no longer sit still. Insulted like this, if they didn't react, how could they face their kingdoms in the future, and how could they lift their heads in the alliance?
*Swing!* *Swing!* *Swing!* *Swing!*
Numerous swords were drawn, and the kings glared at Kay with hostility.
"Are you Camelot looking to start a war by insulting us like this?" One of the kings berated Kay.
"Yo! Got some temper, huh?"
Kay glared back, unsheathed Claiomh Solais, and stepped forward without fear.
"Let me tell you, I've long been fed up with you bunch of turtleheads, acting tough in your little corners but scared when you step outside. Since you want a war, fine, pick a time and place, and let's have a good fight. Whoever chickens out is a dud!"
Kay had a bellyful of anger just like Arkhan. When the Northern armies attacked Camelot before, these kings just stood idle and watched the show, forcing Arkhan to personally go back and support Lucanmont.
Now, when they got pushed onto the battlefield, they were being useless and lazy asses, even daring to show off in front of him. He couldn't swallow this resentment without taking the chance to hit these bastards' ass!
As Kay advanced, Gawain unsheathed Excalibur Galatine while Lancelot also unsheathed Arondight. The rest of the Knights of the Round Table were not to be outdone, pulling out their own holy swords, spears, and bows, to confront the kings.
The tension between the two sides instantly became palpable. Although the Knights of the Round Table had fewer numbers, their long-term battlefield experience and the blessing of holy weapons suppressed the kings.
Many kings discreetly swallowed their saliva.
In most nations, holy weapons were precious, even more attractive than titles and territories. Yet, in the hands of these Camelotians, everyone had a holy weapon, like they were just common cabbages on the roadside.
Little did they know, except for a few like Gawain and Lancelot, the other 'holy weapons' in the hands of the rest were actually transformed from the Key of Domination.
But in terms of power alone, the Key of Domination did indeed not differ much from regular holy weapons.
As jealousy surged within the hearts of the kings, so did a strong sense of panic.
Camelot's foundation was too rich—Swordmasters, Black Dragon, Knights, Great Mage, Witch, and that legendary almighty Chosen King. With such formidable high-tier forces, even if all the kings united, they were far from a match.
If they agreed to Kay's challenge, their doom was imminent.
But if they retreated now, it would deal a massive blow to their credibility as well as reputation, and there might be troubles in the future.
For a moment, the kings were at a loss, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, the King of Deheubarth suddenly stepped forward.
"We've gathered here to protect our homeland, to drive out invaders. The enemy is still unresolved, yet we're creating chaos among ourselves. If our enemy sees this, it'll only give them more reason to mock us, maybe even instill fear in our soldiers. In my opinion, let's each take a step back and pretend this never happened. What do you say?" The King of Deheubarth said calmly with indifference.
The eyes of various kings lit up, nodding in agreement.
"Hmph, we're all here to defend peace in Britain, not for internal disputes."
"With a great enemy at our doorstep, arguing here is indeed inappropriate."
"Solving the enemy should be our top priority."
Kay was about to say something when Bedivere suddenly reached out and stopped him by whispering, "Now's not the time to throw a tantrum. Don't forget, we still have a more important task to do."
"Tch!" Kay clicked his tongue, his face full of displeasure.
"The strength of Camelot is evident to all. It's not an exaggeration to say it's the strongest in Britain. Since you're here now, how about we entrust you with the task of breaking the royal capital's bounded field? As you just mentioned, you've already conquered six out of the Seven Northern Kingdoms. This last one shouldn't be a problem for you, no?" The King of Deheubarth spoke again.
"You..." Kay, with an angry expression, was about to step forward but was pulled back by Lancelot.
Bedivere looked deeply at the King of Deheubarth and responded, "We cannot bear the title of the strongest. As our king has said, there is always someone above. What brings destruction is not ignorance and foolishness but arrogance and stupidity. However, we will undoubtedly take this place."
With that, Bedivere turned and led the Knights of the Round Table away.
