Chapter 173: 173
Draco sneered and blinked back to his throne after he had dealt with the assassin players in one hit . He didn't plan for such a thing to happen, but the Allied Guilds provided him with a very nice opportunity to show off his power .
The eyes of the members of Umbra as they gazed at him were red with reverence and excitement . Truly, who were the greatest if it weren't either Draco or the Lady Boss?
Draco sat down in his throne and relaxed . He accessed the Personal Command Center to see what he needed to do currently . When he read through the proposed plans Sofia had laid out for him, he smiled .
Draco took control of the Army of Camelot and greatly helped them lower their losses by maneuvering them around their enemies in real-time . His awareness and the instructions from the Personal Command Center were accurate and astute .
After 5 minutes of what felt like a real-time-strategy game to him, the Army of Camelot had dealt huge amounts of damage and still had more than 10% of their forces remaining .
Since almost the whole battlefield was covered with his Void of Perfection, He could see the horrible situation the Wood Monster Army was suffering under, but he could only offer a weak prayer for them .
Their duty had been to take the fire from those war weapons and lower the enemy numbers as much as possible and they ended up accomplishing it .
Draco - and the Personal Command Center - wanted two things .
The first was for the number of enemies to reduce . Then, they could enter the second stage of this war .
The second was to push the Allied Guilds to use up the trump cards they were greatly relying on . The Personal Command Center had already searched for details of it in the minds of the NPC commanders, but they did not know exactly what it was, only that 'it' existed .
It was only Joker and Happy Scholar who knew, but the Eyes of Caelo could not poke into the minds of players yet . Until they got the pods, it would be hard to do so when they used the Virtua Helmets .
Draco had an idea of what it could be and the Personal Command Center used his future knowledge to extrapolate the identity of the back-up trump card .
However, if it was any of the items Draco was thinking of, then the third stage of the war would be really colorful .
Next, Draco commanded the remaining 11,000 from the Army of Camelot to join up with the 1,000 from the Wood Monster Army .
They were to make a last stand by cutting through all enemies with the goal of destroying at least, one war weapon . The Personal Command Center rationalized that this should be possible with the offensive power of the 6 knights .
Arthur raised Excalibur into the air and shouted .
"FOR CAMELOT!"
The 6 knights mimicked his action and raised their blades to the sky .
"FOR CAMELOT!"
The Knights, who had been like meat grinders before, turned into harbingers of destruction as they cut into the forces before them .
No matter what response the Allied Guilds tried to put up, it was meaningless . Their players and even the NPCs lost their heads, had their bodies cut in half or were torn apart by the force of the blades .
The Army of Camelot also benefited from the blessing of the Lion of Britain . Their prowess increased greatly, and their eyes became ferocious . They had been fighting for years after the betrayal of Lancelot, so they had become fatigued .
However, this blessing had ignited the spark of bravery and will in their hearts . They felt invincible and unbeatable, so they acted like it . As such, their prowess couldn't be compared to before .
The Dryads and the dredges of the Wood Monster Army didn't gain the benefit, but their task was to keep the 6 knights and as many soldiers of Camelot alive for as long as possible .
Their healing was very crucial to the charge, even though they got cut down in exchange . It allowed the Knights of Camelot to cut their way through more than 80% of the battlefield while keeping their lives intact .
However, the sheer numerical difference and suicidal nature of their charge were not easily mitigated by such things .
The 12,000 troops who jumped into the den of 180,000 saw their numbers reduced to barely 3,000 in just a few minutes while the 180,000 only lost 10,000 troops .
The 6 Knights of Camelot quickly began to lose steam as they lost the buff of the Lion of Britain slowly . The golden aura began to fade away, and with it, their increased power .
They were still leagues stronger than the opponents before them individually, but against a collective, it was hard .
Too hard .
Their numbers began to drop even faster and the spectators couldn't help but feel pained in their hearts . The look of determination on the faces of the 6 knights had touched them greatly, and regardless of their bet or not, they wanted them to succeed .
They were swept up in the emotions of the battle and got themselves immersed, which is what the AI wanted . It had many reasons for allowing players to spectate, some obvious and some very hard to grasp, but almost all of them had been achieved so far .
Arthur, Bedivere, Gawain, Galahad, Tristan, Percival, and Kay fought like madmen .
Arthur swung the Divine Rank Excalibur with all of his skill, each swipe taking away the lives of everyone before him without fail .
Bedivere used his immense experience and tactical acumen to maneuver the battle, dealing damage at opportune moments to back up his other knights, especially Gawain and Galahad, who were like sons to him .
Gawain, the most honest of the Knights and the finder of the Holy Grail, was like a tank of inextinguishable fuel . The blessing the Holy Grail had granted him played a strong role, as he would never tire or be weakened .
Galahad was the youngest knight and the most talented . However, after the betrayal of his father, he had become a lifeless puppet . The only time life could be seen in him were in moments like this, when he would display all of his pain and anguish in the form of madness .
He laughed eerily as he cut down any foe before him without caring about the damage he was receiving, tears falling from his eyes as he did so .
Tristan was more heavily armored than the others, so his movement was slow . In exchange, he opted to place himself in the way of the particularly dangerous volleys of attacks .
Percival used a spear, which was unique among the Knights . He was the sound best at jousting aside from Arthur, but he had no horse to help him display his talent .
Kay was quite skinny and short compared to the rest, but he was the speediest . For every swing Arthur or Galahad made, he fired out 3 in that same interval .
However, his weaker constitution saw him tire out without the blessing of the Lion of Britain, and his steps became faulty . His defense and health were weaker too, to the point he had the lowest health of the knights and needed the most healing .
After the last dryad and soldier of Camelot were cut down, leaving the 6 Knights alone in the midst of enemies, they began to lose steam .
Every onlooker stood up from their seats as the emotions got to them . Even though they weren't sure Arthur could hear them, they still shouted out anyway .
"Stay strong, King Arthur, you can do it!"
"I still love Saber, so if she can do it, so can you!"
"You're the King of Britain! Show them Britain's might!"
"A King cannot be defeated by paupers!"
The players shouted out their own cheers in a variety of ways, but the key point was that they were all encouraging Arthur in one of his toughest moments .
The players had no idea how their timing would upset this war .
Arthur heard their cries and his heart shook . His mind became languid for the first time since he had discovered Guinevere's betrayal .
Just like Draco, he had become an entity filled with hate and malice after discovering that the woman he loved was rendezvousing with someone else .
That hate had clouded his mind and had actually lowered his prowess compared to how strong he had been during the Battle in the Central Meadowland .
Now that the cheers and support for the players entered his mind, it felt like the poison that clouded his mind was slowly cleared .
'When was the last time I heard the loving cries of my people, who revered me as Britain's best King?'
'Too long… the endless war has forced the people into suffering and depression . '
'If this goes on, regardless of whether or not I succeed in the war, Britain will be left fragmented . '
Arthur gazed at Excalibur in his hand and smiled .
'It's time to show me your blessing, Lady of the Lake . '
Arthur raised Excalibur up over his head . When the other Knights saw him do this, they also stopped, gazing at him with marvel and shock .
When was the last time Arthur had synced with Excalibur to perform this skill which had won Britain so many battles?
Arthur floated into the air slowly as the wind carried him forth, his golden-red armor gleaming with purity . A gentle light emerged from the heavens and coated the whole battlefield .
Every combatant on the field stopped what they were doing to glimpse at the marvelous event occurring in front of them . The spectating players and even Draco - as well as the members of Umbra - watched this happen with shock and awe .
The 6 Knights of Camelot on the ground lightly smiled . They also raised their blades - and one spear - as a golden-white aura escaped from their bodies and converged on Excalibur .
Arthur smiled at his Knights gently .
"My brothers… I have let you down for too long . From now on… I shall right all my wrongs . "
His eyes glinted with seriousness and endless willpower .
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