The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

That fatal scene did not occur.

Vortigern looked at the sword of victory (Excalibur) that pierced his heart, and laughed wildly again.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Artoria, I said you can't kill me!"

"Your identity is borrowed."

"Your blade is borrowed."

"Your knight is borrowed."

"Even your ideals are borrowed."

"You are just a puppet at the mercy of others, a miserable and hateful knight."

"Everything you own is false, how can you defeat me who symbolizes the truth!"

The moment Vortigern roared, a powerful force burst out from his body.

The three holy swords in the lake that were originally able to suppress him were shaken away in an instant.

Ian and Lancelot were even pushed away by the air wave caused by the sudden explosion.

Only Arturia was left standing there with her tough body.

Vortigern also showed his shocking true face in this rebellious scene.

I saw that it was a giant white dragon as big as a mountain.

Its claws are sharp and full of energy, exuding surging magic power every moment.

This is the body that King Bei was born in mystery after years of dormant searching.

The power of the dragon is fully demonstrated at this moment.

That was an image that was exactly the same as Merlin’s prophecy!

In comparison, Artoria, who stood in front of him in a human body, looked a bit petite.

"Uh-huh!!!!"

The white dragon roared, and strong winds and flying rocks rolled up on the ground.

"Artoria!"

"You don't know anything at all!"

"Everything you have is borrowed, and there is no way you can continue the age of gods!"

"Only I can do this kind of thing!"

This is an oppressive scene.

but--

Faced with this oppressive white dragon's nonsense, Artoria did not take a step back.

She looked at the white dragon in front of her and suddenly laughed.

"Yes."

"I don't understand anything at all."

"After all, if I could understand all this earlier, I probably wouldn't be in this situation now."

"Throne, holy sword, knight."

“Everything I have is indeed borrowed.”

"But Vortigern—"

Arturia raised her hand, as if she wanted to grasp the entire sky.

"No one has ever said that a borrowed ideal cannot be called an ideal, right?"

"I have seen countless people laughing about this in my distant dream."

“There’s nothing wrong with a scene like that.”

"not to mention--"

There was a bit of tenderness belonging to a girl in Artoria's eyes.

"Me at this moment."

"I also have my own ideals."

The words of the King of Knights resounded through the sky, shaking away the white clouds in the sky.

A golden shining pillar of light appeared from it.

The spear that shines in the end (Rhongomyniad) came to the earth because of the king's determination!

84. This time, he wants to be the one who saves her ([-] words chapter)

Human understanding is very limited.

Everything must be judged based on feelings.

Because there is light and heat, we know it is fire;

Because there is coolness and blowing, I know it is wind.

In short, things beyond cognition cannot come to people in concrete form.

But for Arturia, this is not the case.

She was indeed human, that was an unquestionable fact.

But at the same time, she was also a miraculous child born in Camelot through conceptual conception, with a heart that was almost the same as that of a dragon.

and so--

Arturia can touch things that humans cannot touch.

This is determined by the characteristics of "dragon".

But equally, the human part cannot be erased.

This also caused everything she came into contact with to collapse into something that humans could understand.

The two are entangled with each other in this process and continue to spiral.

Eventually, the Rhongomyniad was formed.

This is a conceptual weapon that appeared here due to the king's prayer.

Although it is called a "gun", its true appearance is something far more profound than that - it is called the "Tower that connects the inside and outside of the world".

The reason why they were gathered into the concept of "gun" was just to allow the human part of Artoria to touch existence.

But all of this is narrated from a "human" perspective.

For Vortigern, who also has the characteristics of "dragon", it is another perspective.

The weapon in Arturia's hand is the holy spear that he has been searching for that can bring the Age of Gods back to the earth.

"why?!"

Vortigern, transformed into a dragon, roared hysterically.

The strong wind carried his anger and swept to the final battlefield.

"Why do you have nothing to protect, and you are recognized by it like an empty shell?"

"why it's not me?!"

"If I can get such a weapon, the Age of Gods will definitely envelope the land of Britain again!"

"Yes."

Arturia held onto the Rhongomyniad, which was gradually forming in the pillar of light.

Her expression was determined and sad.

"Why on earth did I get its approval?"

"Even now, I have never thought of a reason that can explain all this clearly."

"But--"

The King of Knights wiped off the few remaining starlights on the formed spear.

"Vortigern, since it chose me, it means that what you did is definitely not what Britain needs."

"I will kill you right here, as fate dictates."

"Please sleep forever."

The Rhongomyniad is indeed powerful enough to kill the huge white dragon in one blow.

This was the first time Vortigern felt the fear of death.

It is so real that it cannot be explained away as a hallucination.

"No! I don't accept this!"

Vortigern's resistance was of no avail.

The shining spear of the end (Rhongomyniad) was thrown upwards by the king with grace.

A golden streamline was drawn in the sky.

Not wanting to die like this, Bailong waved his sharp claws, trying to smash the assembled spear into pieces.

But just the moment he touched it, he realized that there was absolutely no way he could do such a thing.

Because what is placed on the gun is no longer just Artoria's own will, but a higher-level concept.

It does not bring "death" but declares the "end" of the goal.

tear-

The spear penetrated Bailong's palm, then the skin on his chest, then the muscles under the skin, and finally reached his heart.

"Do not--!!!"

Blood spurted out from the white dragon's body, dyeing the ground red.

The huge body began to fall apart and turned into tens of thousands of particles, slowly rising towards the sky.

In the silence that announced his death, Vortigern gradually changed back to his original shape.

No.

It's not what it used to be.

A hole had been penetrated through his chest.

But compared to the physical scars, the complete mental destruction is a more serious blow.

"People of Britain, why didn't you choose me?"

"I must kill you... kill you!!!"

puff.

Vortigern fell on the boulder.

His body remained motionless, silently telling the fact that his life was gone.

The white dragon is dead.

The Shining Spear of Finality (Rhongomyniad) also began to fall downwards.

The moment it touched the land, a golden light centered on the landing point and spread out like ripples.

[This is a fluctuation that is enough to shake Britain. 】

[The Knights of the Round Table both on and off the battlefield felt this. 】

[Even if they did not witness this great battle at all. 】