Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

When the darkness of the night is broken by the rising sun rising above the horizon.

In the past nearly 30 centuries, the emperor has controlled this vast territory of more than 4 million square kilometers, which is almost equivalent to half the size of the Kingdom of Edward's mother plane. The capital of the Kingdom of Pendragon Camelot

——City of Camelot.

This huge city is almost comparable to the ancient capital of Edward's previous life, and has a huge population of nearly 800,000.

The towering row of walls can almost reach the sky, with huge walls nearly 150 feet high, stretching straight for dozens of kilometers.

On the huge and thick city wall, the fine and complicated defensive magic runes flashed with a lavender light, like a giant prehistoric monster born in the vast oceans in Celtic mythology before the era.

, exuding a breathtaking and huge coercion.

In the past, the gate of the main city of Camelot, which used to be crowded with people and civilians came and went in an endless stream, was now solemn and quiet.

In front of the main city gate, which was built with holy white Almistone and resembled the gothic spiers of the Marvel world, the king's army soldiers were as densely packed as ant colonies, divided into hundreds of groups holding high the heads of their respective noble families.

The flag of the emblem, led by dozens of knights and nobles, formed a neat formation, fully armed, and solemnly welcomed the arrival of the future monarch of this country.

The rising sun rises little by little, and finally...

"Ta!" "Ta!" "Ta!"

A dense sound of horse hooves sounded at the end of the Greenland Avenue built in the era of King Uther in front of the main city of Camelot.

A group of fast knights are coming quickly.

In the middle of the group of knights, the crimson Pendragon Red Dragon Head flag fluttering in the wind stood high.

"Neigh donkey!"

The leading knight had blond hair as bright as the sun, shining brightly in the morning sunlight.

Arturia pulled up her horse's bolt tightly, and the handsome and strong creature raised its front hooves high, and its blue velvet cloak billowed endlessly behind her.

Seeing her lord stop, the knights behind her also stopped advancing.

Passing through the dense crowd of King's Army soldiers in front of her, Arturia stared at the huge city in her childhood, a subtle reminiscence flashing in her eyes.

After 15 years of serenity during the maiden period and the passionate time in the Marvel world, the destined monarch of the Kingdom of Camelot and the sixth heir of the Pendragon dynasty has finally returned to his territory again!

"Pandaragorn, my king!

A long sword full of holiness!

Hold on to the sharp spear!

Drive a chariot of fire!

Pandaragorn, my king!

The fight against the abyss will never end!

Lead us to charge!

Will not let the sword in my hand stop fighting

Pandaragorn, my king!

Until we bring the holy city to the peaceful city

Built on the green and pleasant soil of England.

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In the fierce English bass drum and melodious Scottish bagpipe.

The solemn and majestic royal hymn of Camelot - "Lead us, my king!" sounded loudly in front of the city gate.

A strong aura of destiny that can only be found in those epochal epics sung by bards came to my face.

After a while, Artoria's eyes narrowed, and she instantly drew out the red dragon sword from her waist, pointing straight ahead!

The brilliant Yinhui Dou Qi suddenly and fiercely ignited from her body like a lit torch!

In her eyes, jasper-colored pupils quietly appeared.

After igniting her red dragon bloodline, an aura that was more massive and majestic than the top knight's peak centered on her and quickly spread to the outside world!

Brush! Brush! Brush!

At this moment, in addition to Edward and the old butler Black who were following her closely, the members of the King's Knights behind her, the countless warriors under Camelot City in front and the leading nobles all dismounted and stood alone.

Kneel down to greet their Lord, the next destined monarch of the British Isles!

Artoria Pendragon!

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Located at the border of Ireland and England, it is a vast and lush plain.

At the beginning of the Second Magical Era, during the first demonic war in the British Isles, it was on this plain that the first monarch of the Camelot Dynasty defeated the demon army of the Abyss Lord Acrimon who intended to conquer the world, and saved the entire Ireland.

!

Thus, it gained the collective allegiance of the Irish noble group headed by "Maurice Daniel", the former chief of the Irish tribe and the first Irish Archduke of the Kingdom of Camelot.

However, the Irish, who had a national concept and independent culture in the past, were always incompatible with the Celtic culture that dominated the entire Kingdom of Camelot for more than two thousand years.

Although due to the demonic war that threatens the safety of the entire world every 500 years, the upper class nobles of Ireland have always been able to form a true unity with the kingdom.

However, among the lower class civilians, there have always been constant frictions due to differences in cultural customs and some unclear and inexplicable reasons.

"Your Majesty, this is an urgent letter from General Child on the English border."

An Irish scout knight opened the door of this tall and powerful magic tent and walked in.

Bright magic lights illuminated everything in the tent. Hundreds of nobles, fully armed and wearing various noble heraldic knight armors, were discussing something around the tall man in the center.

The scouting knight first made a fist with one arm, put it on his chest and leaned over to perform a knightly salute. Then he handed the letter in his hand to a short waiter with a slim face and standing next to the tall man in the center of the tent.

In the last demonic war, the first king of the Kingdom of Wales, Da Fei, single-handedly slaughtered nearly 10,000 superior scythe demons and earned the bloody title of "the man bathed in demon blood".

De Radice waved his hand to signal for silence.

In an instant, the nobles loyal to him in Wales and Ireland stopped communicating, and there was silence in the entire tent.

"Everyone, let me know what message my general sent!"

With a calm expression, he took the sheepskin letter covered with scarlet magic seals from the waiter's hand. He raised his fingertips, and the thick silver fighting spirit stained with strands of gold drew a mysterious arc on the surface of the envelope.

The envelope flashed with crimson magic sparks, and a small crack slowly opened in its seal.

"His Majesty's army has just gathered! What do they want to do?"

"What are you afraid of! Do they still want to compete with us on the strength of the lower-level legions!"

"Aren't those cowards in England ready to surrender to us?"

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The noble knights around were talking in low voices.

Their voices revealed a hint of arrogance and disdain for England.

Only Earl Carilon, who was standing behind Dyfed Radis, who was once the steward of the Radis family during the Grand Duke's era, noticed that his master's brows were slightly frowning at this moment.

As soon as you get back, you can't wait to invite me to have a showdown?

Dyfed Radice's right hand subconsciously rubbed the lines on the scabbard of the long sword at his waist, thinking about the magic letter engraved with the coat of arms of the Pendragon royal family and the four major marquises of the main island of England. Inside

content.

A long time later, after the death of King Uther, the most powerful hero in the British Isles finally made up his mind.

"Calilan, inform the Grand Duke of Ireland to bring 3 companies (3,000 people) of knights!"

The powerful knight with a stern face ordered loudly.

"Come with me!"

He strode out of the tent without paying attention to the surprised nobles around him...