It's time to improve the strength of the infinite world

Chapter 127: Complicated Sister Relationship

Even facing such a huge dragon, the embodiment of the will of the island of Britain, even the All-A King Altria would find it difficult to gain any advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

After all, whether in terms of size or tonnage, the enemy's data are obviously far beyond the normal range.

Even if Hercules came, it would be difficult for him to fight head-on with such an enemy hero unit.

Whether it is strength or endurance, the magic dragon Vortigern's values in these aspects are definitely at the giant level.

However, Artoria does not need to consider hand-to-hand combat with the opponent.

She does have a trump card that directly determines victory or defeat, because you have to know that she is actually always in "unlimited firepower" mode, and she can release the "Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)" without limit.

It was due to her past experience as a king and the girl's own personality.

All of this made her very restrained in her words and actions.

The more powerful one is, the more responsibility one will bear, and therefore the more one needs to restrain oneself. She has always understood this point.

Especially since she held the holy sword that could turn the earth into scorched earth. If she had not exercised restraint, the Britain she ruled during her lifetime would not have survived until the Battle of Camlan and would have been doomed.

It is estimated that long before that, everyone and everything on the island...

It had already been burned by the power of her holy sword.

Because of this, Altria always knew how to restrain herself. Even though her magic power supply was always abundant, she rarely acted recklessly - except for the time when she met Morgan and recognized each other as sisters, she did not restrain herself at all.

Of course, when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous of each other.

It is inevitable to be emotionally agitated and unable to control oneself in that situation, which is completely understandable.

It was during that time that, although Altria did not want to restrain herself, the Master did not want her to really pin Morgan to the ground and beat her, thus hurting the sisterly relationship, so he secretly restricted the magic power supply a little bit.

So that time, she was not able to really fire the holy sword continuously.

Strictly speaking, the battle until now—

The opposing dragon Vortigern was very honored to become the first victim of this unlimited firepower tactic.

..............................

The light roars.

The light is flowing.

The violent storm was blown away by the impact, converting magic power into light, concentrating it to increase its power, forming a fault of light to perform the "ultimate slash", with no intention of stopping, and one wave after another.

The terrifying light cannon almost drowned everything.

In the light that burned everything, the huge dragon struggled and roared frantically, but it could not resist the approaching death.

Even if the entire island were transformed into a physical body, no matter how strong and tough the body was, it would be impossible for it to remain completely motionless and indestructible under the powerful bombardment of the holy sword. Collapse is the inevitable outcome.

I'm not going to take Excalibur...

This treasure even hits the face at a very high frequency of three times per second...

It is a pity indeed that this planet doesn't seem to have any native species that can pass such brutal high-pressure tests.

All I can say is that when Altria gets serious, she is really terrifying. If we exclude the Master who has evolved beyond the specifications, she is definitely the strongest output player in this Lostbelt world.

——Whether it’s the Fairy Calendar of 4,000 years, or the Queen Calendar of 2,000 years…

——If it were in a fairy-tale world, maybe he could have earned the reputation of being the “number one conquest master in six thousand years”…

——Ahem, although speaking of it, “Altria, the God King of Aloof Hair” does sound like something that could be a good idea…

The earth is shaking, the storm is howling, and the air is burning.

The dragon's giant body was completely submerged in the torrent of light, washing over and over again. Even if it had the entire British Isles as its backing, as long as it stood on the land of this island, it could obtain endless power.

however--

When every molecule of the dragon's body was exposed to the scorching impact.

Even if the body is repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye, it cannot keep up with the amount of damage it suffers every moment.

The dragon, which was forced into a desperate situation, opened its bloody mouth with all its might and swallowed the light of the holy sword. In its extremely miserable state, it forcibly summoned an even more terrifying storm, even making the earth wail.

At this moment, it seemed as if the entire fairy kingdom was shaking slightly.

From far away places and from deep within the earth's crust, muffled sounds came simultaneously, as if they were the prelude to the destruction of all things.

As the manifestation and embodiment of the island's will, it is also going to fight for its life.

However, without any warning, everything came to a sudden stop!

Amidst the rumbling sound, it was like thunder tearing through the atmosphere, and the strong shock wave destroyed everything in its path. As if to put an end to this unequal battle, a dazzling white beam of light instantly penetrated the entire dark world.

And this roar seemed to be the sound of the world completely ending.

Because this loud noise not only drowned out the noise and howling of the storm, but also, after it subsided, it brought complete silence.

........................

The wind is dead.

The sound is dead.

The atmosphere is dead too.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a huge crater appeared at its original location.

It is over a thousand meters in diameter and hundreds of meters deep. The rocks inside are melted into glass by the deadly light and heat. The pit is full of flowing magma, emitting astonishing high-temperature radiation.

And at the deepest part of the crater, at the bottom, was the prehistoric giant beast that was completely declared dead.

The heart was precisely pierced by the spiral light, and the dragon collapsed with a final roar. It was nailed to death by the huge beam of light and firmly fixed to the surface of the ground. Its huge, wide-open eyes still revealed full of resentment and murderous intent.

It just solidified at the last moment, without any vitality or agility anymore.

The rest of his life was taken away.

"...Rongominiad...?!" Artoria was stunned for a moment, and then she reacted immediately. She was like a little lion with its fur standing on end, and the ahoge on her head almost stood up straight. This was definitely not caused by the wind, but by anger!
Both hands holding the Sword of Promised Victory were trembling slightly. She gritted her teeth in anger and looked in the direction of the attack of the Holy Spear that cut through the storm.

She was no stranger to Longomyniad, having used it to defeat the humble king Vortigern before, and she knew that the Holy Lance was the best weapon to deal with such an enemy. It was a pity that she was now a Servant after all, and her class was Saber, not Lancer.

——The so-called Sword Knight.

——Instead of the Knight of the Spear.

Even though he was once entrusted with the Holy Lance and had a deep connection with Rhongomyniad, he was unable to materialize it as a treasure under such circumstances... In this world, only Morgan could possibly wield the power of the Holy Lance.

Altria had sensed this before, and with some tit-for-tat acumen, she realized that Morgan would most likely snatch the kill from her.

There is no reason.

Because if it were her, she would do the same.

Unfortunately, even if she thought of it, it didn't necessarily mean she could defend against it. She had decisively swung the holy sword until it was almost smoking, and fired more than a dozen light cannons at the most terrifying frequency, directly beating the demon dragon Vortigern, who had just appeared, to a low health on the spot...

But he was still killed by the last holy spear.

The little lion looked over angrily, and saw three figures slowly descending from the sky as the storm dissipated.

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"The power seems pretty good. Even if it is concentrated at one point, it can still reach this level..."

After landing on the ground, Xia Zhi removed the anti-gravity force field and carefully examined the crater. From his own perspective, he briefly evaluated the power of Vivian's magic trick.

"It's still far from enough. There's a world of difference between having a physical body and not having one..." Vivian was not very satisfied with this. She looked down at the light gun in her hand, "Besides, the consumption is very high. Even for me now, I can't use it continuously."

“Morgan!!”

A cold voice called out Vivian's other name.

"what happened?"

Vivian was not surprised at all. She turned her head and looked forward. She stared at the blonde swordsman girl who was striding towards her and said in a cold tone:
"If you came here just to express your gratitude, then there's no need to do that. I helped you a little because you tried so hard but still couldn't solve the problem. It's not a big deal..."

"Who asked for your help? You are obviously doing this to piss me off!" The little lion glared at the blonde girl in front of him: "You don't even need to do anything extra. I can defeat Vortigern!!"

A voice was heard not far away.

"Mr. Xia Zhi..."

Medusa brought the acting master, rode the Pegasus, flapped its white wings, and slowly landed on the ground.

"Is it over? I saw that the Moss outside seemed to be disappearing..." Fujimaru Ritsuka got off the phantom beast and took a long breath, but then she found something wrong.

“Eh——what are they doing…?”

She looked at the two blonde girls who were obviously about to fight, and then looked at the young man who was squatting at the edge of the crater with Miss Melyuchina, as if nothing had happened and seemed to be studying something.

"It's okay, it's okay. This is a unique way for two sisters to get along with each other. It's also a normal thing for them to increase their understanding and feelings for each other in their daily lives."

Xia Zhi looked back and gave an answer very calmly.

"Are you really okay? Are you sure?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression was a little forced. She always felt that the two men were about to stab each other with guns and swords. They were arguing very fiercely.

"Of course I am sure. After all, it was me who instigated Vivian to come and grab the head..."

The young man stood up and clapped his hands.

"Although the matter is not completely resolved, it is at least over now... I think the fairies will celebrate well next. By the way, Ritsuka, can you drink?"

"Ah? Eh, well...I...I don't usually drink."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused, still thinking about why the other party encouraged him to grab the kill, and found that the topic suddenly jumped to the subsequent celebration, but he still answered the other party's question.

"You don't drink, that's good—"

Xia Zhi nodded in understanding: "Then don't drink next time, no matter how enthusiastic the fairies are."

And at this time.

The dispute on the other side also entered a white-hot stage.

"Tsk, how shameless! It's been so many years since the prophecy of the battle of the two dragons. What was the final outcome for Britain?"

Vivian smiled contemptuously. When facing her stupid sister, she naturally switched to witch mode in an instant and said meaningfully: "The Red Dragon you represent...did not win in the end."

"I...I will change everything! And I'm not talking about this!" Artoria gritted her teeth and said, "I have defeated Vortigern alone before, and it was also the manifestation of the will of the island!"

"Then how did you defeat Vortigern?" Vivian asked suddenly. "Didn't you also use the Holy Lance?"

"So what... that's not the problem."

"Isn't that right?" Vivian smiled smugly and looked at him with pity: "Look - the Holy Lance was given to you by 'me', right?"

"..."

"..."

The little lion was stunned for a moment, then he thought that it was indeed the case. The so-called entrustment of the holy spear actually meant that the fairy in the lake forcibly stuffed the holy spear into his hands.

She could only speak in anger, and subconsciously defend herself: "Then I can still do it without the Holy Spear this time..."

"But didn't I give you the Holy Sword?"

Vivian sneered, interrupted the little lion's words, and launched a fatal two-hit combo.

"..."

"..."

Altria was stunned again, and suddenly her eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)