Your Will is My Mission!

"I-Is this really the legendary sword and the silver arm of Nuada?"

Benedict's voice was incredibly dry, and he had never felt his heart beat so fast; it was as if it might explode at any moment!

This was simply unbelievable. The God King who had once been invincible in legend, could he really be brought down from his divine throne by mortals?

"Y-Your Majesty..." Bedivere took a deep breath, his expression serious. "Did you personally kill Nuada?"

"Correct." Arkhan nodded slightly.

"But..." Bedivere furrowed his brow. "In the legend, Nuada was clearly killed by Balor of the Evil Eye. How did he come back to life?"

"On this matter, I already have some speculations." Arkhan said calmly as he intertwined his fingers and rested them over his mouth. "If my hunch is correct, it seems someone is conspiring to restore the Age of Gods."

Restore the Age of Gods!

It was like a bomb had detonated in their hearts, leaving everyone momentarily speechless.

"The reappearance of phantasmal species, the resurrection of a god, all these events can't be simple coincidences."

Arkhan leaned back in the chair and lightly tapped the armrest, a pensive look in his black eyes.

"The creatures from the Age of Gods cannot survive in this current era, as the 'True Ether' here is too thin to sustain them."

"And now, with these phantasmal species and a god appearing, it suggests either someone has found a way to make them adapt to this era, or they are providing the environment they need."

"When I fought Nuada, I noticed that he was still using his own power, proving that he doesn't quite fit in this era, yet he can still freely unleash his full strength."

"So, this means..." Bedivere's face turned slightly pale. 

"Yes." Arkhan nodded, looking at the others, and said slowly, "This means that in the future, we may encounter more gods."

"!!!"

Everyone exchanged shocked glances, clearly deeply affected by this revelation.

"Your Majesty, are you suggesting that our future enemies might all be gods from those legendary tales?" Benedict swallowed hard, the shock from Nuada's resurrection now seemed somewhat overshadowed by the potential return of the Age of Gods.

"The decline of the Age of Gods is the inevitable course of time's development. Can anyone truly achieve such a thing?" Lancelot furrowed his brow. While he grew up in Avalon, he was not entirely ignorant of external matters.

"Although I find it unbelievable as well, the truth of the matter is already right before our eyes, isn't it?" Arkhan pointed to the golden sword and the silver arm on the table.

"But, couldn't this all just be a mere coincidence?" Kay forced a stiff smile. "Nuada, Chimeras, Mountain Giants—to deduce the restoration of the Age of Gods from such sparse clues, isn't it a bit too far-fetched? It seems impossible for this era to achieve such a thing, no matter how you look at it..."

Kay was still unwilling to accept the horrifying speculation of the restoration of the Age of Gods. If it were true, it would not just impact Camelot and Britain but impact the whole world!

Arkhan turned to look at Kay, his deep black pupils filled with mystery.

"Although I don't know exactly how all of this came to be..." Arkhan began, his voice taking on a slightly lower tone. "I'm not just spouting wild claims. This is something that is undeniably happening right now."

On the way back to Lucanmont, Arkhan suddenly remembered something, and it was this very thing that had him thinking that someone was trying to restore the Age of Gods.

Arkhan still vividly remembered that when he had seized the opportunity to escape the Land of Shadows, his mother had almost trapped him at the exit, and it was right at the moment when he had almost lost all hope that Balor of the Evil Eye suddenly awakened!

Back then, Arkhan had thought it was a mere coincidence, but now it was clear that someone had intentionally made it happen!

Someone was attempting to resurrect Balor, which is why it had suddenly awakened while in the Land of Shadows!

The clues to all of this had already emerged from back then!

The Land of Shadows was the destination of death, where countless ancient gods and powerful beings were buried. But as long as the gatekeeper remained there, the boundary between life and death would not be broken.

Though in legend, Nuada was killed by Balor, for some reason, there was no record of Nuada in the Land of Shadows.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Nuada had been given a chance at resurrection.

No one could say for certain whether in the future, gods like Nuada, who were confirmed dead, would not return to the Land of Shadows.

In addition to this, there was a bolder speculation in Arkhan's mind, but he wasn't ready to voice it yet, fearing it might be too shocking.

"Remember, when facing the enemy, always be prepared for the worst." Arkhan leaned forward slightly, scanning everyone with his gaze and finally fixing it on Kay. "Don't harbor any illusions."

Kay shivered and lowered his head. "Yes, Teacher. I was wrong."

Arkhan nodded slightly and turned to the duke.

"Send people to Ganna and give them five days to surrender and swear allegiance to Camelot. If they exceed the deadline, I will lead the army to cleanse Ganna directly."

Artoria's face showed a hint of reluctance, and Kay seemed like he wanted to say something, but he suddenly noticed Lamorak looking at him and shook his head slightly.

In Artoria's azure eyes, there was a hint of complexity. She hesitated for a moment but ultimately sighed without saying anything.

"Furthermore, you can send out messengers now to spread the news of the victory on the Great Plains. Remember, spread it as far as possible." Arkhan continued.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Benedict readily agreed, his heart filled with excitement he could hardly contain.

After this battle, Arkhan's throne was as stable as a rock, and as a member of the court, the House of Lucan's status was sure to rise.

Arkhan had completely put the matter of the Age of Gods behind him. At this moment, the tangible benefits right in front of him were all that mattered.

Besides, even if the Age of Gods were to truly return, so what? Even if the heavens fell, there would be someone tall enough to hold them up. Since he had already killed the legendary God of War from Irish mythology, it would be no problem to kill a few more gods if needed.

Arkhan stood up, his black eyes sweeping across the people present, and began to speak solemnly:

"I no longer have the time to continue wrestling with those hidden rats. What we are about to face may be the final and most powerful counterattack from the Age of Gods."

"Our enemy is very powerful, hailing from the myths and legends. Therefore, I must swiftly unite all and prepare for war. No matter what means we must employ, I will spare no effort."

"This is a very difficult path, and our endeavors will determine its ultimate destination."

"My compatriots, do you have the confidence to walk this path with me together?"

Except for Lancelot, everyone else immediately knelt on one knee, hand over their hearts, and echoed in unison.

""Your will is my mission!""