The Druid Order has sealed off the Sacred Stone Forest, and as the ritual ceremonies resonate across various places, squads of Green Knights suddenly appear in other directions of Great Britain.

It's as if they are being teleported, using the Avalon stone as an anchor point, gradually approaching the altar in the direction of Scotland.

The night wind howls.

In the northeast of Scotland, within a substantial Picts tribe, suddenly a flame emerges in the sacred forest, followed by a panicked Druid Priest opening his eyes. He seemed to be listening to something as he prayed with closed eyes, quickly rushing towards the direction of the Chieftain's hall.

"War..."

"The Sanctuary was destroyed... the man who calls himself the King of Britain..."

"He wants to conquer the tribes..."

Inside the Chieftain's hall.

Drest furrows his brow, gazing at the somewhat incoherent priest in front of him. Fear causes the priest to tremble slightly, and through the visions warned by Divine Spirit, he sees the flames of war burning throughout Scotland's jungle. One by one, the sacred forests and sanctuaries are flattened by powerful armies. Those tribes unwilling to submit are all slaughtered, blood stains the earth red, and the scene of Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea foretells the destruction of their tribe.

Next to the Chieftain, a forty-something Barbarian Personal Guard bares his chest, revealing indigo tattoos, and says with a puzzled expression: "Does the Governor of the Province of Britannia want to conquer us?"

"Has he forgotten the lesson of the Empire's disastrous defeat?"

For over two hundred years, it was always the Picts invading Britain; when did it become their turn to attack Scotland?

Scotland's jungle is also unsuitable for the Empire's legion combat, and the Picts are extremely brave and warlike, often scaring the Empire's garrison legion with terrifying charges on the battlefield.

Drest is the leader of the Picts, known later as Drest I.

He led the Picts in invasions time and again, even the Saxons have suffered at his hands.

At this moment, the highly esteemed leader looks solemn and says in a deep voice: "The Governor of Britain, Duncan, has unified the imperial province and defeated the invading Saxons."

"He will sooner or later fight with us."

"But I didn't expect him to lead his army across the Great Wall to actively attack us."

If you haven't fought north of the Great Wall, what kind of King of Britain are you?

At this time, an elderly man dressed as a Druid stands up and says: "Does he want to take back the Antonine Wall?"

It was a border built by the Empire back then, but it was soon abandoned, not really a Great Wall, just a low defense border wall, now it's just a pile of broken stones.

Drest slightly shakes his head, speaking in a deep voice: "Duncan killed the legendary God's Whip."

"He personally leads the expedition, and it can't just be to expand the borders."

"Immediately send someone to notify the chieftains of other tribes."

"Convene the Personal Guard Battle Group."

"We will try to stall them in the forest of Locks."

At this time, the Picts were still under a loose tribal system, similar to the Germanic Barbarian alliance, with a powerful military leader, but at other times, each chieftain managed their own territory. Scotland was even more remote, and after invading, Drest directly relocated the tribe to the more fertile land outside Hadrian's Wall.

The military system of the tribal system involves urgently gathering warriors from other tribes during warfare, only when raiding England they deploy in advance.

These days, it's all about looting wealthy places, invading Barbarian land is a losing business.

Duncan fought too quickly!

Almost immediately after reaching the borderline, he crossed Hadrian's Wall, giving no chance for the many tribes of Picts to react.

Drest can now only buy time until reinforcements from other tribes arrive.

Meanwhile.

In a dense forest area, flames are burning high, cries and wails echo through the night sky, Kulin leads the Gaul Warrior Battle Group expressionlessly, inspecting the bodies on the ground, giving another stab if anyone still has breath.

This is a small-scaled Pict tribe, about three to four thousand people.

When facing the British Legion that crossed the Great Wall, these Picts were evidently quite stunned. They've been actively attacking for over two hundred years, and it's the first time they've been hit at home.

But after the shock came the counterattack, the Picts were even fiercer than rumored, with only a few hundred warriors, yet daring to launch a counter-charge on the Vanguard Legion.

But what greeted them was a rain of javelins.

Kulin's vanguard troops braved the thrown head rain, leading the Gaulish Oath Warriors in frontal assault, killing dozens of British Head-Throwing Soldiers at once, and encircling and killing over a dozen Celtic warriors using black swords, eventually defeating the enemy's counterattack.

"Destroy the sacrificial stones!"

Kulin, covered in blood at this moment, killed a woman who attempted to ambush him, moments after he had slain her husband.

The Picts were incredibly brave, and the women were not to be underestimated, also participating in the raids. Not far away, those subdued Barbarian Race civilians all knelt on the ground trembling, while in the darkness, figures of the British Druid Sect appeared.

"What is worshiped here is Gwanu, the God of Forging of the Picts."

The elderly Druid's expression was indifferent as he mildly stated, "Burn all the statues near the Sacred Stone and erase the oath markings of Gwanu."

"The original Druid priests, those willing to convert, let them live. Those unwilling, execute them all!"

Deforest and destroy temples!

The methods must be ruthless, leaving no chance for the enemy to rise from the ashes.

The Governor is correct; Celtic beliefs are too chaotic and diverse. Avalon must unify the faith.

Not far away.

The Barbarian Tribe of the Picts watched the towering flames rise from the sacred forest, some were afraid, some cried, some were fiercely angry, and some attempted to resist, but those who resisted were mercilessly killed.

To bury the old faith, it is necessary to deal with those fanatics.

There is no space for even a shred of mercy.

The fire burned all night.

In the glow of the fire, the British Druid Sect had already reset the sacrificial ceremonies, and with the faint light from the sky emerging, a scarcely perceptible mist rose, and squads of the invisible Avalon Green Knights appeared within the converted sacred forest.

The Druid Sect engraved the oath markings of the Guardian Fairies onto the original sacred stone forest, then destroyed all traces of the old faith.

The Guardian Fairies would completely take over the tribe's religious ceremonies.

However, this is not the core region of Gwanu's faith. To cut down the secular belief in this Divine Spirit, His sacred sanctuary must be destroyed.

It was dawn!

Duncan's figure appeared here. He looked down at those Barbarian prisoners kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Have all the Chieftain nobility been killed?"

Kulin, his face full of killing intent, wiped the blood from his face and nodded, "All those who dared to resist have been killed."

Duncan nodded lightly and said, "Then allot land to the civilians."

"First distribute the land that originally belonged to those Chieftain nobles. In the name of the Governor of Britain, grant them the status of free people."

"The condition is only one."

"They must convert to the faith of Avalon!"

There is no such thing as a free lunch; simply giving it to them is impossible. Only the Picts who convert to the Avalon faith can be allocated a portion of the land and regain freedom. Others will remain Barbarian prisoners, to be thrown into mines for labor in the future.

Britain still has quite a few mineral resources.

Duncan intends to eliminate the ruling class centered on the tribal Chieftains, while the Pict civilians will have to be resettled in the future, as the Britons of England do not favor this area.

It's too remote and desolate.

All this is just the beginning. Duncan intends to destroy all of Gwanu's sacred stones, holy forests, and sanctuaries, replacing all religious ceremonies on this land with the faith of Avalon.

If possible, Duncan even wishes to seize the divine laws of Gwanu!

As for who these divine positions will be given to, or if he will use them himself, that's a matter for later consideration. If possible, Duncan even wants to bestow a divine position upon the Crow Queen, Triss.

It is just that in this era, it is very difficult for mortals to become divine.

God's Whip, Attila, destroyed sanctuaries by the way of consuming the native Divine Spirits with the spirits of Shamanism, without declaring himself a Divine Spirit.

In this battle, Duncan is destined to make heads roll, kill one group, draw in another, divide the classes, and forcibly change beliefs.

He is responsible for beginning with slaughter, while Avalon's Guardian Fairies are responsible for ending with appeasement.

Nowadays, those who dare to resist have only one path of death.

It's just a change of faith!

It's not like there is no Celtic Divine Spirit protection, can that be more important than having food to eat?

Those stubborn and inflexible have no reason to exist anymore.

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