21st Century Necromancer

One Thousand and Five Hundred Years are not only a collection of hatred and loyalty, but also the accumulation of faith with King Arthur's legendary tales.

Mary Shelley, as the mother of science fiction two hundred years ago, had enough faith to become the deity of science fiction. Then what about King Arthur, who is revered in Europa as an exemplar of knightly spirit, even called the King of Knights? What level could she reach with the immense faith accumulated over One Thousand and Five Hundred Years?

While maintaining the opening of the spatial portal, Chen Yu looked curiously at King Arthur, clearly feeling the aura on her growing stronger by the moment.

It wasn't just King Arthur; the Knights of the Round Table behind her were also soaring in spirits together.

After all, in any legend, the name of King Arthur is forever linked with her Knights of the Round Table.

You might not know whether King Arthur was English or Scots, you might not know whether her banner bore the Three Crowns or Red Dragon Banner, and you might not know her lifetime achievements. But mentioning King Arthur, you cannot not know of her Knights of the Round Table, even if you can't name a single knight.

The legendary Round Table, symbolizing fairness and democracy, where all members of the Knights of the Round Table could sit. When seated at the Round Table, there was no distinction between kings and knights—everyone could speak freely and offer their suggestions, acclaimed as a symbol of equity in the spirit of chivalry.

And indeed, it was this Round Table that closely bound King Arthur and her Knights of the Round Table together.

Therefore, when King Arthur's aura, aided by the powerful accumulation of the Power of Faith over One Thousand and Five Hundred Years, broke through Legendary and directly into Demigod status, every one of the Knights of the Round Table behind her also remolded themselves with the Power of Faith, reborn from decay and withering into bodies of Heroic Spirits.

This was a miracle, a result of the faith in King Arthur and her Knights of the Round Table that countless people had held over One Thousand and Five Hundred Years, as well as their veneration of the chivalric spirit they championed.

It was a miracle that could only be fashioned by faith, a warping of reality by the adoration of innumerable people, transforming knights once dead into immortal Heroic Spirits, and awakening a sovereign, who slept for One Thousand and Five Hundred Years, from legend straight to demigod.

Countless faith converged, and King Arthur's inherent Dragon Blood silently began to germinate at this moment. Nourished by faith, it swiftly grew, causing the original slender body of the girl to develop once more.

The stature the king resented grew tall and graceful, the once flat plate armor now became steeply angled sloped armor, growing closer and closer to that of deities, while the kingly temperament also became more prominent.

A golden Laurel Branch forming a corona appeared above her head, replacing the original crown, and a sky-blue Knight's Lance materialized in her hand, replacing Excalibur, which was now hanging at her waist, becoming the weapon of the sovereign.

A white warhorse clad in armor appeared with a whinny. It was once King Arthur's steed, known as Don Stallion, the horse of kings.

The girl... no, the sovereign mounted her steed, raised the Knight's Lance in hand, and marched with pride. A pure white cloak appeared on the sovereign's shoulders, symbolizing the king's glory and purity.

Once the sovereign tugged on the reins, Don Stallion's whinny echoed, yet the Knight's Lance cut off its own access to the Power of Faith. The sovereign chose not to become one of the deities, but to remain as a human being.

The massive Power of Faith could not infuse the sovereign's body and could only flow to the knights closely related to the sovereign through the connection of the Round Table.

The rusted swords and blades burst forth with radiance once again, shedding their dust and grime; the dust-covered banners unfurled anew, displaying their once-vibrant colors; the damaged armor seemed to be reborn from the annals of time, allowing the knights to once again present themselves with heroic vigor and to return to the most powerful moments of their lives.

Furthermore, with the infusion of the immense Power of Faith, all knights achieved Legendary-rank, and those with resounding fame grew close to the Legendary Peak, nearly breaking through.

But perhaps because the object of people's veneration was the entirety of the Knights of the Round Table rather than the knights themselves, this massive Power of Faith did not allow any one knight to break through the Legendary-rank to achieve a higher existence; it merely summoned each knight's steed from the long river of history to their side once again.

All the knights mounted their horses, reforming their ranks behind their king, and this time, there was nothing that could prevent the Knights of the Round Table from following their king in a charge.

With Don Stallion's trot, the charge of the knighthood commenced.

The spirits of all knights merged into one, charging toward the heavens in unison with their king.

The steeds, summoned by the Power of Faith, carried the knights as they tread the air, their thunderous hooves resounding like thunder through the skies, heralding the return of the most famous knighthood in the history of Europa to the Human World.

Any obstacle in the path of their charge would be trampled, no enemy could stop their advance – this was the charge of the Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur and her loyal knights resurrected from the long river of history!

An irresistible force charged directly towards Morgan le Fay, signaling the end of a vendetta that had lasted One Thousand and Five Hundred Years.

Witnessing the charge of the knighthood, Jounouchi Hiromi halted her own attack on Morgan le Fay and reined in Xiao Lan, watching with surprise in the sky as the knighthood charged at Morgan le Fay, their spirit captivating her.

After all, One Hundred and Fifty Legendary-rank knights, Heroic Spirits of the Round Table, following King Arthur, now a Demigod, in a charge through the heavens, was a sight even true deities would find staggering.

And, after all, this should be the battle between King Arthur and Morgan le Fay.

Morgan le Fay naturally saw the knighthood charging towards her and knew that even at the height of her power, with the strength of the deities, it would be challenging to directly face such a charge from the knighthood. Yet, as the last deity of the Celtic Pantheon, surviving for One Thousand and Five Hundred Years without hope of revival or Divine Enthronement again, Morgan le Fay chose to confront this final battle head-on.

Although the Chariot was shattered, one of the warhorses pulling it had suffered serious injuries, and she herself only had one hand left capable of holding a Lance, Morgan le Fay, once the God of War in the Celtic Pantheon, did not forego her divine glory.

She cut the reins with a wave of her hand, releasing the Chariot and the injured warhorse; Morgan le Fay mounted her last steed. With her withered arm, she gently stroked its neck, her gaze sharpening once again. Thus, riding her warhorse and gripping her Knight's Lance, she called out King Arthur's name and made her final charge.

"Artoria Pendragon!"

"Morgan le Fay!" And King Arthur responded to her, charging towards her as well. One Thousand and Five Hundred Years of hatred, One Thousand and Five Hundred Years of grudges, would finally be settled here.