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[FTMWDK] Chapter 130: Pulled Back from the Edge of Death
🕑 Added 2023-11-23 06:13:55 +0000 UTCAfter returning to the royal palace, Arkhan summoned Bedivere to inform him about Karl's matter.
Upon hearing the news, Bedivere was ecstatic, and couldn't help but feel deep admiration for the king's foresight.
Having settled the agricultural affairs, Arkhan quickly immersed himself in the artificial magic circuit experiment.
He brought three death row inmates from the prison for a live experiment. If, after a month, these three subjects showed no adverse effects, it could be confirmed that the second-generation artificial magic circuit research was successful.
Once confirmed, his plan for the 'Godslayer Knights' could officially begin. However, before that, he had to address a problem—insufficient manpower.
The Key of Domination could be divided into a thousand, but his knight order currently had only three hundred members, leaving a gap of seven hundred that needed filling.
Yet, he couldn't just recruit anyone off the street. This knight order was his trump card for sweeping Britain, and he had invested a lot of effort into it. If it were spoiled by a few bad apples, he would be utterly frustrated.
Moreover, the Key of Domination had high requirements for the host. Ordinary knights couldn't gain recognition from the Key of Domination.
So, Arkhan swiftly issued his first national recruitment order throughout Camelot.
—Starting today, anyone who can pass the path of trial marked by the king, regardless of their status, can unconditionally join his knight order!
It's worth noting that although there was no blessing from the Abyss Flower, Arkhan had already spread information about the path of trial to the masses, indirectly lowering the difficulty of the trial.
This recruitment order immediately caused a sensation throughout Camelot!
In fact, the information about the path of trial was almost common knowledge in Camelot by now.
This was mainly because of the astounding achievements Arkhan's three hundred knights made in the War of the Great Plains, hailed by many bards as the 'Battle of Myths'.
This drew immense curiosity and attention, coupled with the king revealing the secret of the trial at Morgan's banquet. Thus, the path of trial had become one of Camelot's hottest topics.
In this era of scarce entertainment, such explosive topics naturally garnered high attention. When people learned the specifics of this trial, they were deeply shocked and came to understand why the king's knight order was so powerful.
The king's statement 'Only those who pass this trial will be recognized by me as true and chivalrous knights' somehow spread and gained unanimous public approval, giving the trial a new name—Knight Proof.
Currently in Camelot, Knight Proof had almost become the sole criterion for judging a knight's worth—only by progressing farther on this path could one prove their qualification to becoming a true knight.
And this notion had even begun spreading throughout all of Britain.
Knights were beings who lived for honor and glory; with such a chance to prove themselves, they wouldn't easily give up. Coupled with this recruitment order, it was almost as if it directly ignited the hearts of all knights of Britain, attracting countless individuals.
Arkhan was pleased with this development because the more participants, the sooner his plan could be realized.
Thus, while awaiting the result of the artificial magic circuit experiment, monitoring the path of trial, and advancing policy reforms, he led a fulfilling life every day.
Until one night, when he finished handling official matters and was preparing to rest, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura.
'It's the aura of Jizo Mitama...'
Arkhan looked out into the deep night through the window, his brow slightly furrowed.
'Could it be...'
He swiftly wrote [Rune - Space] to teleport and quickly approached the source of the aura.
After about ten minutes, he arrived in a secluded grove near Camelot, where he saw a figure draped in a black cloak lying on the ground. A cold and rich scent of blood rushed into his nostrils.
Arkhan hurriedly approached, lifting the figure, and unsurprisingly, he saw a familiar face.
Yulina!
At this moment, Yulina's face was extremely pale, her eyes tightly closed. The once charming and alluring features now bore the marks of agony. Her black robe was disheveled and covered in wrinkles and scratches. She clutched her abdomen tightly, where a large and gruesome wound oozed crimson blood, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.
Sensing her faint vitality, Arkhan's expression immediately became serious as he began treating Yulina.
He summoned Fenghuang Down, merging it with her forehead, forcibly awakening her survival instincts. Then, he summoned the Abyss Flower to heal her injuries.
The moment Abyss Flower's power merged with Yulina's body, a hint of surprise appeared on Arkhan's face.
He discovered that her injuries were far from simple. Besides the external wound, almost half of her internal organs were shattered, a third of her bones were broken, and her heart suffered severe trauma.
For an ordinary human, they would have died many times over in this situation!
Yulina survived solely through the robust vitality of a Dead Apostle and an extreme will to live. However, if this continued, she still couldn't escape the fate of death.
If Arkhan didn't have the Abyss Flower, even if the gods themselves intervened, they couldn't save her.
Arkhan continuously infused magical energy into the Abyss Flower, driving the Divine Key representing the power of creation to slowly pull Yulina back from the edge of death.
Thanks to the changes brought about by the Black Dragon Body, his magical energy was almost boundless. Otherwise, facing Yulina's near-death situation, he might have had to resort to massive bloodletting, much like when he saved Hyden.
After about an hour, Arkhan finally completely healed Yulina's injuries. Not only were her internal organs restored, but the massive wound on her abdomen had also healed, leaving no traces.
Her originally paper-white complexion gradually turned rosy. Her breathing normalized, and a new vitality emanated from her.
Yulina furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and her crimson eyes slowly opened, gazing somewhat confused at the familiar face before her.
"Master?"
