190 Abnormal Signs

After a day of regrouping in the royal capital of Mercia, Artoria left behind fifteen hundred soldiers. Accompanied by the Godslayer Knights and the remaining three thousand five hundred soldiers, she headed towards Northumbria.

On the other side, Bedivere's group also progressed smoothly, successfully capturing Essex and also advancing towards Northumbria.

In comparison, the progress of the allied nations was slightly slower. They had just annexed three-quarters of the territory of East Anglia and were currently engaged in the final battle around the royal capital.

Artoria and Bedivere each led their armies, one from the east and the other from the west, like two sharp blades piercing into the territory of Northumbria.

With their formidable combat capabilities, they advanced like a hot knife through butter, conquering almost half of Northumbria's land in just one day and smoothly assembling near the royal capital of Northumbria.

"How's the casualty on your side?" Artoria asked Bedivere.

"Three hundred dead, over two thousand wounded, but still within acceptable limits." Bedivere responded.

Artoria nodded. Maintaining such low casualties in such a rapid attack showcased Bedivere's commanding abilities.

On the other hand, it was also due to their profound strength. Both the Godslayer Knights and Nidhogg were unquestionably super weapons in this large-scale war, capable of decisively changing the course of the battlefield in an instant. Otherwise, they would undoubtedly have paid a higher price.

Artoria gazed at the massive royal capital in the distance. Once they captured it, they would face their final enemy.

*BOOM!*

Just as she was about to order the attack, a violent and earth-shaking roar suddenly echoed. Thousands of Chimeras, Mountain Giants, Ugallu, and other Phantasmal Species rushed from all directions, roaring towards them.

At the same time, a mighty roar filled the sky. Countless Wyverns swooped down, darkening the sky, and behind them were even larger Dragon Species with four legs.

"That's... Real dragons!"

"Oh my god, how did so many Phantasmal Species suddenly appear?!"

"Where did they come from?!"

The sudden change threw the Camelot army into a panic, but then a golden pillar of light shot up, and the glittering particles rained down, gradually dispelling their inner turmoil.

"Fear not, for we are the undefeated Camelot! No matter how powerful the enemy, they face only defeat before us!"

Artoria shouted while raising Excalibur.

"Obey my command, attack!"

Lamorak led the Godslayer Knights, charging ahead to confront the largest group of Phantasmal Species, engaging them in fierce combat.

"Hey, look who's charging ahead again!" Gaheris laughed, cursing playfully.

"Well, when you've got the confidence, why hold back?" Gawain twirled his sword in his hand. "But hey, we can't afford to lose, right?"

"True that... Hey, how about we make a little bet? The one who kills the fewest monsters treats the others for a month."

"Just treating seems kinda boring. How about this—the one who kills the least has to eat Gawain's mashed potatoes for a whole month. What do you think?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment, then charged out simultaneously, battling the Phantasmal Species with determination, as if they were avenging a personal vendetta.

"Eating mashed potatoes for a month doesn't sound too bad though..." Gawain scratched his head and soon joined the fray.

Encouraged by the charge of the Godslayer Knights and the Knights of the Round Table, the remaining Camelot soldiers followed suit, eager to prove their valor.

Arkhan had anticipated facing numerous Phantasmal Species long ago, designing specific training programs for his army. Although initially taken aback by the unexpected horde, the soldiers quickly regained their composure, showcasing their excellent military discipline and systematically engaging the creatures as trained.

Scathach, wielding two Gae Bolg, targeted the Mountain Giants. Their unique structures made them hard for regular soldiers to handle, so she took matters into her own hands.

Morgan also recognized the situation and adjusted her magic circles, launching attacks on the Mountain Giants.

As the ground battle intensified, the sky was no less chaotic. Hundreds of Wyverns dove down with razor-sharp claws, but Tristan led his three thousand archers, armed with magically enhanced longbows, efficiently taking down the creatures.

Tristan had personally selected and trained these archers, and with the magical longbows specially crafted by the court mages under Arkhan's orders, their firepower was significantly increased.

Meanwhile, Nidhogg revealed her true form, a Black Dragon over a kilometer long, hovering high above. Even the largest Wyverns paled in comparison. They avoided her, not daring to come within a mile of the true Queen of the Sky.

She ignored the smaller foes, focusing on the Dragons and Giants. Like the Mountain Giants, these creatures were beyond the reach of regular soldiers, requiring a larger 'monster' to eliminate them.

She unleashed scorching black flames from her dragon maw, engulfing the Dragons. The intense heat, combined with the potent power of death, caused the Dragons to flap their wings in agony, emitting painful cries.

Apart from the high temperature, her flames contained a strong power of death. The Dragons burned to ashes, not a single scale remaining.

The sky and the ground became a symphony of war—a cacophony of roars, the ebb and flow of battle, soldiers' shouts, magical beams, explosive blasts, severed limbs, and splattered blood, weaving together a brutal and tragic composition.

Yet, abnormal signs gradually began to emerge.

Lancelot was the first to notice something amiss. A casual glance revealed a soldier's chest nearby heaving more violently than it should. He frowned slightly and turned to Bedivere beside him.

"Hey, do you remember how long we've been in battle?"

Bedivere swung his silver arm, slicing a row of enemies in half. After a moment of thought, he replied, "It's been about an hour."

"How many of these Phantasmal Species have we killed?"

"Well... I can't say for sure..." Bedivere scratched his head and carefully tried to remember. "But at least five thousand, I'd say."

"Five thousand..." Lancelot's eyes squinted. "Then why do I feel like the number hasn't decreased at all?"

Bedivere was startled, quickly looked around, and then realized that the number of Phantasmal Species around them was exactly the same as before.

"What's going on?!"

Bedivere exclaimed, full of confusion.