The enemy soldiers on the city wall naturally turned into ashes, while the soldiers behind him remained silent.
People always fear more than they admire the unknown power.
Everyone's expressions were full of surprise and fear.
Agguiwen, who put on the knight's standard plate armor, looked at Annuo with a hint of fear in his eyes.
The one-armed knight Bedivere and the original city wall guard Baos had fiery eyes.
There were only two people who didn't show surprised expressions, and that was Lancelot and Kay.
They were injured in the original crusade against the fantasy species. Lancelot's life was almost in danger. The furious Anno somehow used this move and almost blew the fantasy species into pieces.
After trying two or three times with trembling hands, he put the chalk holy sword back into its scabbard. Annuo took a deep breath and said, "Attack."
As he spoke, he got on his horse and watched the knights and infantry file in through the gap created by the light cannon.
Only two or three people were left with him.
Lancelot rode up to Annuo and asked nervously: "Father, your hand..."
Anno waved his hand, signaling Lancelot to speak in particular.
Lancelot had no choice but to nod his head and charge into the city with the rest of the knights.
An Nuo sighed. He really couldn't think of a way to let these 3,500 people attack a city despite a shortage of equipment, so he had to come up with this last resort.
But power comes at a price.
The bones in his hands, especially his left arm, were probably cracked again.
The last time he faced a Phantasma, his left arm was disconnected directly after using this move, but Merlin helped to reconnect it.
With a long sigh, Annuo's hands trembled slightly, enduring the pain of broken bones, and rode towards the city.
It is hoped that the supplies in this city can delay the consumption of the army.
Marching and fighting is really a waste of money!
...
Camerone.
Merlin and a group of officials are discussing matters.
A senatorial official who knew King Arthur's gender made a vague suggestion about King Arthur's marriage.
The king is a woman, which needs to be concealed, and the best way is to let the king marry a woman as his wife.
Arthur, who was sitting on the throne, looked confused.
She said solemnly: "This is the parliament now. I will decide on such a small matter as my marriage myself, so I won't bother you."
She thought about Annuo, who was leading the troops to fight, and felt a little itchy in her heart.
I also want to lead the troops to fight in person.
Instead of sitting on this ass-assed throne and talking about aristocratic scandals with a bunch of old men.
With a long sigh, Arthur gently touched his sword - the golden sword of victory inherited from her biological father.
On the other side, in a castle outside Camelot.
A girl-like aristocratic lady wearing a black veil was tinkering with something in a room.
Morgan le Fey Pendragon, she is not only the eldest princess of Britain and the princess of another small country (has returned to her natal family), she is also a brilliant magician, another master of the mysterious side of this era.
She had a very strong opinion against King Arthur of the Royal Court of Camelot. Not only did he steal the throne from her, but he never visited her once after his coronation.
"Agguanwen alone may not be enough to subvert this Britain that does not belong to me..." Morgan Le Fey's eyes were filled with twisted jealousy, "Gawain and the others... I don't want them to
You have such a dark plan, so...my new child is up to you."
In front of her was a huge water balloon, with an embryo-like thing inside.