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Vortigern's arrogant laughter was heard.

"It's really interesting!"

"You so-called Knights of the Round Table are so united at a time like this!"

Although he is old, Vortigern still has the arrogance of a young man.

He pulled his sword from the ground, became the attacker, and rushed directly towards the three people.

This is extraordinary bravery.

But Ian and the others are not newcomers to the battlefield.

Facing the menacing Vortigern, none of the three showed any fear.

In contrast.

Everyone was ready for the fight, waiting for Vortigern to approach.

The outcome of the battle is also obvious.

First, the absolutely quiet and peaceful environment created by the indestructible lake light (Aroundight) enveloped the attacking humble king.

However, due to the influence of sunlight.

This state of mind did not completely stop Vortigern's actions - his power was as strong as the destruction he brought to Britain.

But it doesn't matter.

Because there is more than one holy sword in the lake.

Under the sunlight, Excalibur Galatine achieves the possibility of maximizing output.

Red flames burned in the realm of the Moonlit Lake, burying Vortigern's old body in the scorching heat of the sun.

The previous duel made Ian and Lancelot know how to cooperate with each other.

This is the alliance of the Knights of the Round Table - a realm where the sun and the moon coexist to besiege the humble king.

Amid the interweaving of flames and lake light, a powerful storm swept over.

"Sleep, Vortigern!"

Artoria thrust the sword Excalibur into Vortigern's chest.

This is the combined attack of the three holy swords in the lake!

The narrative ends with the wind that runs through the sun and the moon!

however--

That fatal scene did not occur.

Vortigern looked at the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) piercing his heart and laughed wildly again.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Altria, I told you there's no way you could kill me!"

"Your identity is borrowed."

"Your blade is borrowed."

"Your knight is on loan."

"Even your ideals are borrowed."

"You are nothing but a puppet at the mercy of others, a pathetic and hateful knight."

"You, who have everything fake, how can you defeat me who represents the real me!"

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 blown away by the gust of air created by the sudden explosion.

Only Altria was left standing there with her strong body.

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

I saw a giant white dragon as big as a mountain mist.

Its claws are sharp and full of vigor, emitting surging magical power every moment.

This is the body that was born in mystery after years of dormancy and searching.

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

That was the exact image that Merlin had predicted!

In comparison, Altria, standing before him in human form, looked petite.

“Ugh—!!!!”

The white dragon roared, and strong winds and flying rocks swept across the earth.

"Artoria!"

"You don't understand anything at all!"

"Everything you have is borrowed. You can't make the Age of Gods continue!"

"Only I can do this kind of thing!"

It was a repressive scene.

but--

Faced with the oppressive words of the White Dragon, Artoria did not retreat a single step.

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 had understood all this earlier, I probably wouldn't be in this situation now."

"The throne, the holy sword, and the knight."

“Everything I have is indeed borrowed.”

"But Vortigern—"

Altria raised her hands as if to grasp the entire sky.

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

"In that distant dream, I saw countless people laughing about this."

"There's nothing wrong with a scene like that."

"not to mention--"

There was a hint of tenderness belonging to a young girl in Altria's eyes.

“Me at this moment.”

"I also have my own ideals."

The words of the Knight King resounded through the sky, shaking apart the white clouds in the sky.

A golden, shining pillar of light emerged from it.

The Rhongomyniad, the shining spear of the end, has descended upon the earth because of the king's determination!

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

Human understanding is very limited.

Everything must be based on feelings before judgment can be made.

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

Because it feels cool and gentle, we know it is wind.

In short, things that are beyond cognition cannot appear before people in a concrete form.

But for Altria, this is not the case.

She is indeed a human being, there is no doubt about that.

But at the same time, she is a miracle child born in Camelot through conception, and has a heart that is almost the same as that of a dragon.

and so--

Altria can reach things that humans cannot reach.

This is determined by the characteristics of the "dragon".

But at the same time, 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, spiraling upward.

The result was the Rhongomyniad.

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

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

The reason why it was gathered into the concept of "gun" was just to allow the human part of Altria to touch existence.

But all of this is narrated from the perspective of "people".

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

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

"Why?!"

Vortigern, transformed into a dragon, roared hysterically.

The strong wind, carrying his anger, swept to the final battlefield.

"Why is it that you, who have nothing to protect, are recognized by it even though you are just an empty shell?"

"Why not me?!"

"If I could get a weapon like this, the Age of Gods would surely loom over Britain once again!"

"Yes."

Artoria grasped the Rhongomyniad, the Spear of the End, which was gradually gathering and taking shape in the pillar of light.

Her expression looked determined yet sad.

“Why did I get its recognition?”

"Even now, I have not thought of a reason that can explain all this."

"But--"

The Knight King wiped away the little remaining starlight on the spear that had just gathered into shape.

"Vortigern, since it has chosen me, it means that everything you have done is definitely not what Britain needs."

"I will kill you here as fate has decreed."

"Please sleep forever."

The Rhongomyniad is indeed powerful enough to kill a giant white dragon in one blow.

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

It was so real that it could not be explained as an illusion.

"No! I don't accept this!"

Vortigern's resistance was of no avail.

The Rhongomyniad was thrown into the sky by the king with grace.

A golden line was drawn across the sky.