[The Saxons, as usual, launched an invasion against the local tribes.]
[With their numerical advantage, they were confident of victory.]
[But they did not know when the scales of victory and defeat began to tilt, leaning towards an unexpected direction.]
"Shoot! Shoot! Don't let them get close!"
The commander shouted hoarsely.
Dozens of Saxons pulled their bowstrings, aiming the burning arrows at the group of soldiers radiating dazzling light.
They did not know where they had appeared from.
Almost at the same time as the silver-haired knight flying in the air, they appeared on the battlefield.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!
A rain of arrows fell like a storm.
However, these had no effect whatsoever.
The shining warriors raised their swords and shields, forming a tight military shield.
Some warriors were so brave that they made no defenses, bathing in the scorching rain of arrows.
These soldiers did not evade.
Taking a step back would be disloyal to their king; the warriors stood tall, their unyielding forms like unfalling castle walls.
They were seemingly indomitable.
"Long live the Beast King! Long live our King!"
"For our king, bring victory! Oh, oh, oh—!!"
"Offer blood for our king! Offer heads for our king! Our king's army is invincible! Glory will follow forever!"
The soldiers on the front line roared.
Their terrifying height of two meters exuded a giant's might, the gathered magical aura turning into a tidal wave.
Just one roar was deafening.
Among this indomitable army, there were hundreds of such brave warriors.
The roar of the soldiers together nearly shattered the eardrums of the Saxons.
It was as if the Saxons were not fighting humans, but facing ferocious beasts clad in human skin.
"Don't be afraid! We have more people than they do!"
The commander shouted, trying to awaken his soldiers.
But he himself could not help but tremble.
[If it weren't for their achievements in breaking the local tribes, they would have long since collapsed in fear.]
[The result was soon proven.]
[The Saxons' numerical advantage had no effect.]
[Faced with this army that had once resisted the gods and possessed demonic bloodlines, the Saxons' defeat came swiftly like a landslide.]
[The joy of finally breaking through the tribe turned in an instant into the fear of not wanting to be exterminated here.]
[Just as the Saxons had slaughtered the Britons,]
[This army of demonic nature would annihilate the Saxons, tearing them to pieces with their hands and claws; the aura emanating from their limbs was enough to turn their opponents into meat paste.]
[When the casualties exceeded two hundred,]
[The Saxons' army completely collapsed.]
[Initially, two hundred were killed by the silver-haired knight; now, another two hundred were wiped out by the unknown demonic army.]
[A thousand-man army lost forty percent of its strength in just a few minutes.]
[For a medieval army, this was enough to trigger the collapse of the front line.]
[To survive, they invaded the island of Britain.]
[These barbarians had only self-serving righteousness, never any noble beliefs; in no way could they compete with this fervently worshipped indomitable army.]
"Monsters, all monsters!"
"I don't want to die! Who wants to fight these monsters! I have no desire to seek death! If you want to die, go die!"
"How can there be such invulnerable beings in this world! They are the monsters of Britain! Run! Quickly run!"
[The Saxons were dominated by fear.]
[Their fighting spirit scattered like a puff of smoke.]
[They tried to escape the village, but encountered a dilemma. Unbeknownst to them, a wall had emerged from the ground.]
[It enclosed the entire village.]
[The wall stood a full twenty meters high, trapping the fleeing Saxons inside.]
[Anxiety made the Saxons sweat profusely.]
[Fortunately, they did not see the demonic army catching up; otherwise, they would surely be slaughtered here.]
[Unfortunately, they did not have time to be happy for long.]
[A loud sound soon came from the wall, attracting the attention of everyone inside—]
"Everyone listen! This is our lord, the last dragon guarding Britain, the undefeated king who will bring hope to Britain!
Before the king, you should open your eyes wide, keep your mouths shut, and listen to his holy words."
A noble and beautiful voice entered everyone's ears.
Standing on the wall was a silver-haired witch, offering love and loyalty to the king before her.
It was unclear if magecraft was involved.
In an instant, the soldiers stopped fighting, the children stopped crying, and the elderly stopped fleeing.
The warriors of the indomitable army knelt on one knee.
Their eyes were filled with blazing fire, offering fervent faith to the king atop the wall.
In a state of forgetfulness, people fell into a trance.
Unconsciously, they gazed at a point on the wall.
Compared to the crimson sky that seemed to bleed, the man's posture and demeanor were so solemn and dazzling.
His pitch-black hair swayed gently in the wind.
The king's eyes, overlooking all, were incredibly deep.
He seemed out of place in this hell of flames, surpassing all vividness and splendor, the king of light.
His name was—Moran.
[You and Morgan discovered the tribe on the brink of collapse.]
[Just as in the first simulation,]
[What you wanted to do was to start with one tribe, saving this tribe and having them serve you as king.]
[To lay the foundation for your future rule over Britain.]
[You maximized your own power.]
[On military might, you summon the Pelasgi army of three thousand men, each possessing the qualities of lowly followers, all of whom are heroes among men capable of battling beasts and warriors who have fought against the gods.]
[This time, they obey your call and once again transform into your strength, manifesting in the world as an indomitable military force.]
[Everything is as you envisioned.]
[First, the knight Melusine delivers a heavy blow to the Saxons, and then follows up with the charge of the Pelasgi army.]
[In this final moment, teetering on the brink of collapse,]
[You, as the supreme king served by the indomitable demon army, will deliver the final blow to conclude the battle.]
[It is by no means a simple extermination.]
[You aim to awaken the will to resist among the Britons; what you desire is not a group of mortals who will only accept your protection, but a group of superhumans who can rival the indomitable demon army.]
[To this end, you must fulfill the responsibilities of a king.]