Type-Moon, a human love simulator

But Morgan suddenly did something bad. She didn't tell Artoria, but released the barrier in secret. She wanted to see Artoria pretending to be strong in front of her, but secretly testing her behind her back to see if she would be embarrassed in front of her subjects. Morgan felt very happy when she thought about it.

But Altria is no longer the same person she used to be. Such tricks can't scare her at all. She had long guessed that Morgan was even more thin-skinned and would definitely not be able to bear the weight of social death.

I can only say that they are worthy of being sisters and they understand each other's personalities very well.

Altria put the Sword in the Stone and the Sword of Promised Victory on her waist, put on a quilt-like cloak, and strode into Vortigern's lair with her head held high.

Although he was not a magician, as a dragon, when another dragon stepped into his territory, Vortigern opened his gray vertical pupils, stood up with his tall and mighty body, held a cane in his hand, wore a black feather cloak, and walked down from his throne.

"Heh~ you timid junior, are you still a British dragon with this attitude?"

Before she even saw him, Vortigern's taunting had already reached Artoria's ears. He mocked her, "Is your title King Arthur? You are such a ridiculous and cute little girl. Do you dare to enter your uncle's palace only if you are accompanied by guards?"

"Vortigern, nothing you say today will work!" Artoria had no intention of trash-talking. She said expressionlessly, "You despicable white dragon who usurped the throne, now is the day of your demise!"

Vortigern was not surprised. He sneered and said, "You little braggart, the people who want to kill me, Vortigern, are so many that even the entire royal city would not be enough. But until now, I am still the one who rules Britain!"

Altria said: "So, your good luck is over, because Yu is here."

Before she finished speaking, Artoria wielded the Sword of Victory and the Excalibur. It seemed that the main attack was the Sword of Victory that could cut through gold and jade, but in fact, the main attack was the invisible Sword of Victory.

In fact, with the strongest holy sword, the Sword of Victory Oath, Artoria alone might be able to kill Vortigern, but Artoria is not a reckless man or a warrior, but a king. In order to seek the highest success rate and the most reliable method, she still carried out the original plan.

Gawain and Lancelot also drew their weapons at this time. The strength of the two powerful knights was only a step behind that of Vortigern. The original plan was to let Gawain, who was in a triple-amplified state, be the first batch of attackers, with Lancelot and Altria assisting from the side.

After noon, Lancelot took over, and the two knights kept creating opportunities, eventually allowing Artoria to get the kill.

In fact, it is impossible not to let Artoria make this final blow. Now in the whole of Britain, only Artoria, as the king of red dragons and the one who bears the destiny of savior Fairy King, can kill the Son of the Age of Gods. No matter how strong the others are, they can't do it. This is the protection of the Age of Gods!

As the Moon World where Protection is greater than Heaven and Special Attack God is in power, even the gods and the wandering pioneers who wipe out the gods must obey the rules of Special Attack and Protection, and no one can violate them.

"Sword of Victory!"

Gawain decisively released the treasure, and a sun-like light cannon immediately appeared in the sky. Unlike the light column cannon that released the Sword of Victory Oath, the Sword of Wheel of Victory was more like a sun appearing in the sky.

Facing this extremely powerful attack that was enough to destroy a city, Vortigern sneered in response: "Not bad, the amount of magic power released is enough to destroy a city. It seems that you are not a weakling!"

"But..." Vortigern sneered at this powerful attack and said, "Can your city-destroying attack destroy the British Isles of the Age of Gods?"

"O wrath of Britain, protect me!"

Body of Britain: EX

Vortigern is Britain itself, so if the land on which he stands is Britain, he is the land of the Age of Gods.

As the son of the Age of Gods, he can only be killed by the prophecy of destiny. A+-level Noble Phantasm is powerful enough, but not enough to kill Vortigern.

Vortigern's British body is strong enough to withstand the simultaneous attacks of tens of thousands of people in the Age of Gods. Although the EX-level inherent skills have great consumption, Vortigern is the body of a living white dragon, not that of a weak servant.

The White Dragon's bottomless magical power is enough to support EX-level inherent skills. In a breath, a large amount of ether from the Age of Gods turned into magic power to enrich the White Dragon's body, making Vortigern's inherent skills even more impossible to break.

"Boy, you are the strongest noon figure in a day to challenge me. You are indeed quite wise."

Vortigern sneered as he patted his cane: "But have you forgotten my name?"

[White Dragon Devouring Light and Shadow]

Futigeng said coldly: "Light Devouring!"

As the name suggests, this is the ability to devour light, taking away the light that is everywhere on the earth and turning it into one's own magic power. Even the light emitted by a treasure can be devoured!

For a moment, the sunlight emitted by the Wheel of Victory Sword was swallowed up by Vortigern. This was an inherent skill of his as the white dragon that devours light and shadow, and it made him a natural nemesis of Gawain.

Without the blessing of the sun, Gawain's strength will decline back to normal in a short period of time unless he can obtain a stronger blessing, such as [Charm of Nevernight]. At that time, Gawain, who has returned to normal, will lose the qualification to participate in the war.

But not all the light was swallowed by Vortigern. The starry and moonlight emitted by the Sword of Victory in Altria's hand became the only ray of light between the world and the sky that was swallowed by the light.

With the illumination of the Holy Sword of the Stars, Lancelot took the opportunity to activate the blood rage state and released the indestructible lake light of his treasure. He slashed Vortigern's neck with one sword. The damage caused by this blow even exceeded Gawain's blow that was enough to destroy a city. Vortigern staggered. Suddenly, the white dragon looked at the unprepossessing Lancelot with a little astonishment.

Even though Lancelot was defeated by Keral many times and usually stood like a minion in front of Keral, this man was really strong. He was recorded in epic poems as a man who could defeat thousands of enemies and could break into an army alone, where even thousands of troops could not stop him.

"I didn't expect you to be so great, son of the fairy!" Vortigern touched the neck of the dragon whose head was almost cut off. Lancelot even caused a slight wound on his British body.

Ordinary people cannot break Vortigern's resistant skin which is full of magical power, but Lancelot can cut a crack in it, so beheading him is only a matter of time, and it is not impossible.

This discovery shocked Vortigern greatly. He never expected that he would meet someone so strong that could penetrate Britain's body defense in his lifetime!

It also made Vortigern completely adjust his attitude and no longer look as if he was sure of victory.

Being able to break through defense and not being able to break through defense are two completely different things. Vortigern could act nonchalant when facing Gawain, the Sun Knight, who was his natural nemesis, but he immediately became alert when facing Lancelot who had inflicted a slight wound on him.

Vortigern threw the cane in his hand fiercely. The cane with A+ level supernatural power exceeded the speed of sound in an instant. Lancelot could only subconsciously block it with the indestructible lake light in his hand, and was immediately knocked away by this blow along with the sword...

After Lancelot flew out, a loud sonic boom was heard in the air.

According to the calculation of the delayed time, the flying stick thrown by Vortigern was at least ten times the speed of sound. Anyone who was hit head-on by this would not have an easy time.

"This strange power is worthy of the anger of the British Isles!" Gawain said sincerely: "My king, it is just as my mother said. It seems that only you can kill this despicable white dragon."

Vortigern stared at Artoria's left hand, which was holding the Sword of Promised Victory. Although it was obscured by the Wind King's barrier and became an invisible sword, in the darkness where all the light between heaven and earth was swallowed up, the brilliance of the holy sword had already exposed its existence.

Vortigern still didn't know what kind of weapon was in Altria's left hand, but that didn't prevent him from knowing the existence of this weapon.

Vortigern has no weapons...

Or rather, the cane was not a weapon at all, but just an ornament of Vortigern. The strongest white dragon did not need any weapons, his body and strength were the strongest weapons.

Vortigern threw an ordinary punch, but when he swung his fist, a strange whistling wind came from his fist. This punch was a result of Vortigern's concentrated magic power. The power of the punch alone had a destructive power comparable to that of a B+ level treasure. If this punch hit, even strong men like Lancelot and Gawain would be seriously injured.

But Altria said, it doesn’t matter, I will take action!

As a fellow dragon, although Artoria's strength is not as good as Vortigern's at his peak, she will not be knocked away like the fairy half-blood Lancelot. Artoria used the Wind King Hammer developed by the Wind King Barrier, combined with A-level strength and A+++ level magic power, to directly block Vortigern's punch.

Altria whispered, "What a difficult fellow!"

Little did he know that Vortigern was not in a better condition. Being besieged by three top British warriors, he was exhausted. Even with his EX-level magic power and the extra magic power he gained from consuming light, he was unable to hold on...

The magic power consumed in these simple exchanges between the two people was enough to make the thrifty magicians of later generations feel heartbroken and suffocated.

But Vortigern had no choice. The three members of Artoria's side could attack alternately, and everyone had a chance to catch their breath, but Vortigern could not show his weakness, and his attacks could not be interrupted, so he was continuously consumed by the three members.

The magic power obtained by the white dragon during breathing was gradually unable to sustain consumption, but when Artoria slashed at him with a sword, Vortigern still wanted to punch to meet the attack.

Just as Vortigern and Artoria were in a stalemate, a voice shouted, "All the chains are broken. Pass through the lake light!"

Lancelot overloaded the indestructible lake light, causing the magic power contained in it to be released and used as a means of attack.

Instead of releasing the magic power that was supposed to be used for the slash of light, this Noble Phantasm, which is rich in sword skills, releases it when cutting the target. A huge amount of magic power overflows from the cut surface, and the blue light is like the light of a lake.

This was an attack that combined skill and treasure. Lancelot did not cut off Vortigern's EX-level British body, but cut off the air less than one centimeter in front of Vortigern, thereby applying all the magic power and attack to Vortigern's face.

This sword technique requires extremely high sword skills to be completed. If it was cut forward one centimeter, it would be blocked by Vortigern's British body and the move would not be completed.

If it moves back a little further, there will be too much blank space and it may not cause much damage to Vortigern.

Futigeng was hit in the eye by this extremely powerful attack and was instantly blinded for a moment. Even with the body of a white dragon, he needed some time to recover from the stiffness.

The opportunity created by Lancelot was very favorable to the battle situation, so Artoria took the opportunity to release the treasure. Vortigern, who was temporarily deprived of his eyesight, would lose his life in the darkness.

As fate would have it, the despicable white dragon that devoured light and shadow and brought darkness to the entire earth eventually died in the darkness.

The light emitted by the Star-Forged Holy Sword was brighter and more dazzling than before. With Altria's cry: "Excalibur——", Vortigern completely turned into ashes and disappeared.

"So, this is the feeling of defeat..." At the end, Vortigern said to himself with a look of sudden realization: "So, this is the tragic fate that I am destined to have..."

Even at the last moment of his life, Vortigern never felt remorse or regret for his brutal behavior. He welcomed his end very peacefully.

This is fate...

Vortigern disappeared completely, and under the light cannon bombardment of the Star-Forged Holy Sword, the Sword of Promised Victory, not even a trace of ash was left.

This despicable white dragon who drank the blood of the evil dragon and turned into the wrath of Britain, the son of the Age of Gods and devoured light and shadow, cast a shadow over the British Isles for decades. This shadow was finally wiped out by the new king, the red dragon of Britain.

Kelar led the army here and saw this scene just in time, seeing the darkness that swallowed up the world and the pillar of light that pierced through the sky and the earth.

This inhuman power made the Celts extremely awed, and also made the Ansa people who laid down their weapons and surrender feel terrified and uneasy.

Although Kelar promised to forgive them, after all, the one inside was the real king who ruled Britain. If she did not forgive them, how could they resist the light cannon that penetrated the sky and the earth?

However, having already laid down their weapons, they were like lambs to be slaughtered. They had lost the possibility of resistance and could only anxiously wait for the king's mercy.

At this moment, Altria's majestic voice was heard in the air. She announced her royal decree in the form of magical vibrations: "From today on, the Kingdom of Camelot is renamed the Kingdom of Great Britain, and I am the King of Great Britain, Arthur Pendragon!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

The Celts, as the victorious party, cheered loudly for the name of Artoria. In fact, according to the evaluation standards of those who recorded history in later generations, Artoria could now be called Arthur the Great.

In history, Alfred had not yet ruled the whole of Britain. There was still one country that had not surrendered and the external Viking pirates had not been resolved, but he was already dubbed the 'Father of the United Kingdom' and 'Alfred the Great'.

Now Artoria has nominally ruled the entire Britain and occupied almost the best territory on the British Isles. Although the fairy tribes living in the forests in the north have not yet surrendered, they have been recognized by Artoria as her people.

Seeing this scene, Kelar raised the corner of his mouth slightly. The little follower who used to only follow behind him, waving flags for him and holding swords for him has grown up now!

Even Vortigern, who represents absolute violence and the wrath of the Age of Gods, can be killed. Now, Altria has the strength of a ceiling-level Heroic Spirit. If she takes another step forward, she may even step into the realm of gods.

Kelar thought to himself, "At this moment, I am sincerely happy for you, Lily."

Artoria returned to the army with the glory of a great victory after killing the humble king Vortigern without any injury. All the nobles looked at Artoria in awe, not daring to show even the slightest offense.

"Gentlemen, I wish to free the slaves of Britain, compile a British code of law, and build British prisons..."

Artoria's prestige was unparalleled at this time. No one knew how much shadow the lowly King Vortigern brought to the Celts, and no one knew how powerful Artoria, who was able to kill Vortigern, was in the hearts of the Celts at this time.

Altria concluded: "I still have many policies I want to implement that may offend the interests of the nobles. My Lords, does anyone have any objections?"

"..."

Even though Artoria was so straightforward, no one dared to speak out at this time. Artoria nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's do it this way. Pass on my decree to the Celts and the Ansas to free all the slaves in Britain. In the future, no form of slavery will be allowed in Britain."

“Human life is so precious, everyone must learn to love themselves.”

"You are such a benevolent king, Your Majesty King Arthur." A noble flattered and echoed: "It is a blessing for the Celts to have a benevolent king like you rule Britain."

"..." Altria said calmly, "Whether you are blessed or not depends on whether you will follow my orders."

The nobleman was a little embarrassed. It seemed that he was flattering the wrong person. His Majesty King Arthur was not impressed by such flattery at all...

At this time, a handsome and powerful nobleman next to him said, "The king is indeed kind, but this is all thanks to the teachings of Lord Kelar. I heard that His Majesty King Arthur was once a knight squire of Lord Kelar."

"Master Kelar is truly worthy of being called a saint of Britain, as he has taught such a great king like Your Majesty."

Don't be afraid!

Why do you dare to say anything?

Just when the nobles thought that this foolish noble who offended King Arthur and placed others above the king would be punished by King Arthur, the serious-looking king suddenly chuckled and revealed a beautiful smile.

"What's your name?" Their King Arthur said, "You have good vision. You don't look like a fool who would be deceived by others' words. This makes me curious about your identity."

"My name is Perrinor." The man bowed and saluted. "My name is not worth mentioning. I am just the strongest knight in the former Kingdom of Camelot. However, after the rise of Lord Kelar, I lost this title."

"Of course, I have no intention of opposing Lord Kelar, and I am convinced by this result."

Pellinore's strength was very powerful, roughly between Gawain and Lancelot, and he was considered one of the strongest Knights of the Round Table in the future.

Of course, he is not very famous in the Knights of the Round Table, and it may be because he offended his superiors. In the pan-human history, the relationship between Pellinore and King Arthur is not very good. If Merlin had not come to the rescue in time, King Arthur might have died at the hands of Pellinore.

Of course, King Arthur in pan-human history deserved it. What's there to say about being killed when you can't afford to play the game?

However, as he was able to kill King Arthur, a first-class hero in human history, Pellinore's strength is naturally self-evident.

The more Artoria looked at him, the more she liked him. This boy was smart, good at speaking, and quite capable. She immediately invited him, "Sir Pellinore, would you like to join my Knights of the Round Table?"

Pellinore immediately knelt on one knee and said in front of Altria: "I couldn't ask for more. I am extremely grateful for your recognition and appreciation. I will always remember your kindness."

Artoria tapped Pellinore's shoulder gently with the Sword in the Stone, which was a knight's gift. After the ceremony, Pellinore naturally joined Gawain and Lancelot.

The other nobles were jealous and wanted to emulate Pellinore and get a chance to be favored by the king by flattering Kelar.

But the first person used it as a unique skill, while the second person used it as a lousy skill. Kelar waved his hand and said, "There's no need to flatter me. Lily wouldn't be willing to listen to so many cookie-cutter flatteries. What's more, you may have called me weak and stupid behind my back before!"

"Lord Kelar, we don't have..."

"Whether it is true or not, you know it in your heart. No lie can hide from my eyes." Kelar pointed at Perinore and said, "And the reason why I did not refute Perinore is because he said the truth."

Kelar holds the Geis of forgiveness, which gives him the power to discern lies. When these people speak, the colorful light in their souls flashes, which makes people's eyes hurt. Kelar doesn't want to listen to their nonsense.

"This is a great victory, enough for us to return home."

In the evening, the army was stationed in the city. Artoria leaned comfortably on Vortigern's throne and said, "Ah~ I didn't expect it to be so smooth. After preparing here for a while and completely digesting Vortigern's territory, I will be the de facto king who unified all of Britain!"

Kelar frowned and said nothing. Seeing this, Altria comforted him, "Kai, it's not your fault. Upton deliberately misinterpreted your words and used it to amass power. It's his bad nature. It has nothing to do with you."

"In the beginning, Upton was also a good man. At that time, he was worthy of being a dragon slayer who pleaded for the people. Otherwise, he would not have been able to gather such a large resistance army around him."