Chapter 41: Battle Scar Growth

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12 p. m.

The sun rose high, casting scorching sunlight onto the ruined castle within the manor below.

On the plaza,

—Belch!!!

When a belch that sounded like a dragon's roar rang out from the small round table at the center of the plaza,

nearly a hundred knights laboring around the edge of the plaza collapsed to the ground in unison, their eyes finally showing a look of relief.

Ha~ha~!

Rough gasps rose and fell in a continuous wave.

Mei Li, with a blank stare, removed the last glittering plate from the dining table, turned stiffly, and looked at Su Ya, who had closed his eyes and set down his chopsticks.

At that moment,

Su Ya, who had let out a satisfied belch, finally regained his senses,

and slowly opened his eyes,

when, after eating two plates of food, he still felt very hungry, Su Ya's mind suddenly went blank.

A terrifying hunger instantly stole his consciousness, leaving him unaware of what happened next.

Only vaguely, Su Ya felt that he might have done something quite dreadful.

Thinking that, he rubbed his now‑comfortably full belly,

Su Ya lifted his head and looked around,

and saw—

On the once‑tidy plaza, the ninety‑eight knights who had pledged fealty to him yesterday evening were all slumped on the ground, panting heavily, and staring at him with a rather strange expression.

It was an almost broken expression of pity, and just looking at it evoked a feeling like a married uncle who had lost all his arcade tokens, feeling his life was complete. Though they said nothing, their faces seemed to bear the proud inscription, "I fed this child."

Su Ya blinked in bewilderment, feeling a hint of something wrong in his heart,

What the hell did I actually do?

Why do their expressions look as if they'd done ten thousand sit‑ups on the spot?

Meanwhile,

A figure suddenly leapt down from the castle wall, several leaps bringing it beside Su Ya, attempting to grab his hand,

Su Ya startled, instinctively twisting his foot into the ground, his back snapping backward, and he immediately tried to rise and use the 【Swift Step】 to dodge,

However,

Crack!

The chair back snapped instantly, and the whole chair fell apart!

And Su Ya himself seemed about to be propelled backward by the unprecedented force granted by 【Swift Step】.

At that moment, the hand that Su Ya tried to evade reached out, firmly grasped his wrist, and halted him as if he were about to be launched like a cannonball.

Lu Kan's voice sounded in his ear:

"Indeed, the battle scar is beginning to grow."

"My king, please calm down and feel your body!"

Su Ya didn't feel uncalm; in fact, after eating, his mind felt unusually clear,

Only,

but his body felt somewhat unfamiliar at this moment,

If his strength and agility had previously been F‑, a basic‑trained human level,

Now, Su Ya felt his bodily strength had completely surpassed that tier, nearing the lean, honed body he had forged with countless martial techniques before the transmigration.

At that moment, a line of subtitles flashed before his eyes,

【Panel attributes updated】

【Real name: Su Ya.】

【Attributes: Strength: F (growing), Agility: F (growing), Endurance: F‑ (growing), Magic: –, Noble Phantasm: C.】

【Primary class: Awaiting assignment.】

【Paths: Fate Fake (Ex), Quack Doctor (E), Con Artist (E), Hyena (F).】

【Status: Battle scar growth (legs, palms).】

He glanced briefly at the panel, then followed its hint and the direction Lu Kan's narrowed eyes were looking, Su Ya lowered his head slightly, gazing at his palms and legs.

At this point,

White, crack‑like lines were continuously spreading across his palms, legs, and feet.

Is this the battle scar Lu Kan mentioned?

But what exactly is a battle scar?

Su Ya involuntarily lifted his head, pulled his wrist from Lu Kan's hand, moved his shoulders and limb joints briefly, and quickly mastered this level of bodily power.

Although the change was great, it still hadn't reached the strength of his pre‑transmigration body,

By more precise numbers, this body's strength was about a 300‑pound punch, and its speed roughly a hundred meters in ten seconds.

Su Ya found it not hard to grasp, or rather, the feeling of this power gradually returning gave him a sense of reassurance.

If he met that red‑haired assassin again, treating the opponent like a spinning top shouldn't be a problem.

"Very good, my king, you're adapting faster than I imagined."

At this point, Lu Kan continued,

"I'll explain the battle scar later, but for now—"

He looked up at the sun's position, furrowed his brows and said:

"We should set out!"

At this moment Su Ya still had many doubts in his mind,

such as the instinctive Swift Step he just used, which was completely different from the one he learned in the morning,

also the battle markings, the changes in his own body, what actually happened when he lost consciousness, and why the cavalry gave him such strange looks.

Finally,

Su Ya turned his head and looked at Mei Li, whose expression was slightly dazed, her head cocked as if her brain were overloaded, staring back at him,

following her crimson pupils,

he saw his own reflection in those eyes.

A head of dazzling golden hair and delicate features,

seemed no different,

but his own emerald‑clear eyes now looked as if they were fading; at the center of the dark‑green circular pupils, thin strands of thick, blood‑red hue were slowly oozing out!

Without further explanation, Lu Kan turned and walked away,

In the distance, Dagonite, which had vanished for a long time, reappeared at an unknown moment, already scolding the fallen cavalry and urging them to rise, mount their horses, and prepare to leave.

Until all outsiders had left,

Su Ya also prepared to set off with the group,

when Mei Li, still tilting her head and staring at Su Ya oddly, suddenly asked:

"Su Ya,"

"do you feel your skin itching? Does your head feel like it's become pointy?"

What kind of nonsense is this?

Su Ya immediately glared back:

"You're the one with the pointy head!"

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As Su Ya and his Round Table Knights set out from Ecto Sir Manor, heading toward Sol City,

on the other side,

the eastern side of Bearn, beneath the Plymouth Iron Wall.

This is the second of the three great iron walls on Britannia's western front,

It boasts a nearly fifty‑meter‑tall vertical chalk cliff wall, twelve gate‑triggered alchemical magical cannons, guarded by sixteen elite knight brigades, a garrison of over fifty thousand troops ready to station, and the latest siege engines drawn straight from the king's treasury.

Unlike the first wall, the Exeter Iron Wall built by the Grand Duke of Cornwall, this wall leaves no room for any shortcuts,

by ordinary logic it combines mysterious side forces with the latest technology from the Jerusalem Kingdom at the continent's centre,

a fortress that, in secular terms, could never be breached!

However,

at this moment,

the nearly twenty‑kilometer‑long iron wall blazed with fire, countless corpses piled like mountains beneath the wall, and endless wails echoed through the fortress city behind it.

The smoke from the daytime blaze blackened the bright blue sky!

Under the gloomy sky,

countless soldiers clad in heavy armor and sun shields, wielding exaggerated spears, rushed through the city.

The air everywhere reeked of iron and blood.

At the far end of this iron‑blood tableau, a towering temple supported by 126 pillars rose from the barren wasteland.

It was the one hailed as one of the ancient world's Seven Wonders,

the Artemis Temple!

At this moment,

a party of knights was marching toward the temple to request an audience with the king.

Leading them was Seleucus, the one who had single‑handedly slashed through Yuse Wang's shattered army, and behind him, the grim‑faced Hector led his companion cavalry in step.

Until—

they arrived at the temple's main gate.

The guard at the gate was a scribe with long brown‑black hair, a book in one hand and a feathered pen in the other, constantly flipping through and revising its contents,

"Calistini, I have received the king's command and have come to report."

"Your Majesty."

The scribe looked up, glanced thoughtfully at Seleucus and at Hector behind him, and chuckled,

"Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

"General Seleucus, please come in."

"Oh, and this one, the son of General Paman Niu—"

"Is his name… Phylotasi?"

Hector's face hardened instantly, but he dared not show off before this man and could only awkwardly explain:

"That is my brother; my name is He."

"Then that is strange,"

Calistini gave a faint smile,

"Wasn't Hector just yesterday the knight who swore fealty to Arthur Pendragon?"

"You Britannian knight, why do you come to request an audience with my king?"

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