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As the divine power fades, the pain intensifies.

Moran now felt a sense of empathy for the choice Zhu Yue had made.

She once ran for love like this.

I guess I also have such emotions.

"Can you... promise me?"

Altria pursed her lips and suppressed the emotions in her heart.

Maintain the king's demeanor as much as possible.

Since going to the battlefield, Moran didn't know how long it had been since he saw her gentle side.

Although it was something a king shouldn't show.

But, you won't scold her.

"Ah, this is just British Isles throwing a tantrum. If I can't even suppress this, then I'll truly lose my title as the strongest dragon. Don't worry, I will win."

Moran reached out and gently stroked Altria's cheek.

At this moment, she was not treated as a king.

It was like the first time I saw the girl draw the holy sword, the memory of warmth and emotion flowing in my heart.

"you....."

Altria hesitated to speak.

It was an expression that looked as if he was about to cry at any moment.

She heard the promise in Moran's words.

His words only assured her that he could win, but he did not promise to come back to her.

I'm afraid it's impossible to persuade him.

Since childhood, he has been protecting himself and prioritizing his own happiness no matter what it takes.

Artoria, who has been watched until now, knows it clearly.

So, she won't stop it.

"I will shoulder my responsibilities as king..."

Altria made a promise.

She said something that would reassure the man in front of her.

She trusts 1.9 Ren Moran more than anyone else.

"That's good. We're almost ready to go into battle... Leah, it's not good to have such a gloomy expression. As a king, you can't lead your soldiers without a dashing smile."

"...You always force things on others."

"Hahahaha, sorry. I was so willful until the end... No matter what, I will defeat Vortigern."

You all rode together on horses to the battlefield.

Leading only two thousand soldiers to face the enemy, no one knew where this battle would lead.

[She, regarded by the world as the undefeated king, seemed to have awakened the memory of her first sword drawing.]

[The magician once gave her advice]

“King Arthur. What you desire is a miracle in itself. Miracles often come at a price—you will lose the most important thing along this path.”

[Somewhere in my heart seemed to be touched]

[Holding the holy sword, every swing cuts the enemy in two, and blood stains the white horse and the holy sword.]

[The inner restlessness has not subsided]

[Throat is extremely dry]

[It was as if the air solidified into blood was pulling at her limbs, as if trying to tear her away from the hollow shell called the king.]

【Finally, tears could not help but fall from the corners of my eyes】

"Really? You still can't let go. It's not the right thing for a king to do, but it's what humans do..."

[The magician watches this scene]

[She couldn't help but smile with joy, she knew that this noble king, no, this girl had made the decision].

Chapter 117: The Demonic Dragon's Questioning [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

Facing an overwhelming numerical disadvantage

[The armies are mired in the quagmire of war]

A symphony of roars and wails, one after another, played mercilessly.

[The drama of survival and death is repeated]

【Kill them all, kill without mercy】

[The Britons who fought against foreign invasions, and the Saxons who were driven from the continent and exhausted all their efforts to survive]

[Both sides are doing their best to survive]

Good and evil no longer matter.

[Both sides hold their own righteousness in their hands, and the name of the battle is irrelevant.]

They are enemies who share the same desire for survival.

Coexistence is impossible

The British Isles no longer have the capacity to accept immigrants. This is a war that will continue until one side dies.

[Now, the enemy is trying to devour you with numbers and momentum]

Almost everyone thinks they will lose.

[But this is undoubtedly the unfounded worry of the knights and soldiers. The undefeated 09 king leads the Knights of the Round Table.]

They were unrivaled on the battlefield.

[No matter how fierce the alien race is, they can't stop it]

The King's Glory Will Crush It

"Your Majesty! You are charging too fast! The knights behind you will not be able to keep up with you! Our army's formation needs to match your pace!"

Gawain swung the Sword of Rotating Victory.

The blazing sun-fire on his body was no longer as it was before.

Since the war began, Tai has been consumed by darkness.

Even though it was noon, his Rotating Sword of Victory could not exert its full strength.

This was done by King Futigeng.

His darkness enveloped the entire British Isles.

"Lord Gao Wen! Don't worry about me! I will annihilate all these foreign enemies who dare to disturb Britain!"

"His Majesty--!"

Gawain's voice could not be conveyed.

The brilliance of the Knight King still shines brightly.

However, it was no longer as warm as before, but was so hot that it seemed to burn everything to ashes.

Like an angry red dragon spitting out dragon flames.

"Your Majesty...what exactly are you..."

Gawain sensed something was wrong.

The old Altria would definitely not be like this.

She will be more calm and composed and cooperate with her subordinates to defeat the enemy and achieve victory with minimal losses.

But now, the king seemed to have lost his composure.

Unleashing torrents of magical power from its limbs wantonly, the dragon's core operates at maximum efficiency without restraint.

Every sword swing is to kill the enemy faster.

There was anxiety and anger in his steps.

"Agaguiwen, don't you think the king is weird!?"

"Hmm? Lord Gao Wen, do you harbor doubts about our king's glory? He is so glorious! Look, isn't the enemy terrified by his glory, while our morale is constantly rising? Your Majesty, you can offer us hope even in such a desperate situation. How can it be so strange?!"

There was excitement in Aguwen's eyes.

Even he, who had always been indifferent, was intoxicated by the king's glory.

Keep killing enemies to follow the footsteps of the Knight King.

“No….I’m not talking about that…”

Gawain's voice gradually faded away.

He still hid the confusion in his heart.

No one noticed the problem with Altria, only he noticed the sense of incongruity.

In the end, even he felt that he was wrong.

How could something go wrong with such an invincible and perfect King Arthur? It must be my own illusion.

He used similar words to himself.

"Huh...we have to hurry and catch up with His Majesty..."

Gawain took a deep breath and gripped the holy sword tightly.

He stared at the king who was constantly killing enemies and was covered in blood.

At the same time, Yang Yan was released again.

[Altria continues to break through the enemy blockade]

[His knights followed suit.]

You are not on a battlefield between humans, but on a battlefield between inhumans and inhuman beings.

You confront the humble king Futigeng.

[Even before the two armies started fighting, you released your aura, inviting the other side to sense it.]

[Vortigern did not refuse this invitation]

[He knew your identity, but he still chose to go here without hesitation]

“Albion, it’s been so long.

"Fifteen years ago, I sensed your presence once, and at that time I thought it was my old age that was blurring my vision. Apparently, it's not the case. Britain's guardian dragon still lives..."

Vortigern's old face was full of nostalgia.

There was no hostility in his gaze.

"Fifteen years ago, that time you're talking about... That was when I returned to Britain after five hundred years."

Moran remembered the first time he soared into the sky.

At that time, he spread the True Aether and allowed Britain to return to the Age of Gods.

It's not surprising that he was sensed by Vortigern.

"Your return was truly magnificent, allowing me to witness such a rare and magnificent sight. It is so nostalgic, a sight unseen since the Age of Gods. This is Britain in its original form. Please allow me to express my gratitude for this miracle."

"That's unnecessary. I didn't perform miracles for anyone, so your gratitude means nothing to me. Vortigern, you sensed my presence and still chose to come over 600, just to say thank you?"

Moran performed the miracle for Morgan.

It's not for other people.