Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

King Berlinno roared and raised the spear in his hand.

He wasn't waiting to die; he was fighting. Facing the white light cannon in the sky that seemed capable of destroying a city, he threw the magic spear in his hand without hesitation, pointing it at the almighty god again.

"boom--"

His attack was in vain.

The magic spear made of special materials was swallowed up by the torrent of light in an instant, and was destroyed without leaving any residue.

But this is exactly what he expected.

"God——"

Looking at the two light cannons that were already in front of him, the brave man, who had no means of resistance left, finally closed his eyes.

"Does my life please you?"

……

King Berlino is dead.

In full view of everyone, he was completely killed by two beams of light cannon.

No one could survive an attack like that—not even a scrap of his remains remained.

But no one laughed at him.

Because this is Britain, the Britain where the Celts have lived for generations. The worship of the brave is an instinct ingrained in the Celtic soul—even Artoria, as an enemy, must pay the highest respect to King Berlino.

but--

"wrong!"

"The battle is not over yet!"

"This guy... is he actually doing that kind of thing?"

Looking at the battlefield that was obviously empty but was gradually shrouded in a gray atmosphere.

Shirataki, who was very familiar with this kind of aura, finally understood why King Berlino did what he had just done.

"Isn't this the breath of the Island of Death?"

On the other side of the world, the Island of Death, surrounded by black water, is a realm only the dead can enter.

And on that island, there is a city that only the brave can enter.

It is a country that only the brave can enter. The legendary teacher of brave men sits there, allowing the brave's soul to enjoy true peace.

As for the name of the "Teacher of the Brave"——

"I was wondering why that magic spear looked so familiar?!"

Chapter 41 is the old lady form with two guns!

A gray aura emanated from the earth and gradually spread throughout the battlefield.

That is the "death" energy that all living things in the world fear.

But the magical thing is that the death energy that appeared on this battlefield seemed to be somewhat different from the death energy that Shirataki saw above the island.

Although it contains the feeling of "withering" and "end", the gray aura that appears on this battlefield is not cold or gloomy, and it will not suck the vitality of living things without knowing it.

On the contrary, it is very quiet, spreading quietly, like singing a requiem, or slowly unfolding an ink painting.

"tap--"

In the thick fog, a purple figure walked towards us from a distance, his figure looming.

She stood in the fog filled with the concept of "death", without speaking or making any movement.

The mist even covered her entire body, making it impossible for people to see her face clearly.

But so what? Everyone knew who she was—all the Celts living on this island had heard her name and her legendary voice.

Humanity's oldest hero, the first to wield a spear against a god. Legend has it that she, while still a human, journeyed into the divine realm, ruling as queen in the netherworld that accepts only the dead and their spirits, becoming the sole living being in that world of the dead.

In comparison, what she did next was insignificant - she just casually trained one of the most famous heroes in Celtic history.

[Scathach].

This name is a legendary existence even in heroic legends.

But I never thought that I would be able to witness the face of this legendary figure again at the end of this mysterious era of gods that is about to disappear.

——Of course, this sentence can be said in another way.

"Old woman, this is no longer your time."

"Why don't you stay in your underworld and come to join in the fun in this world?"

The white dragon in the sky looked down at the goddess on the ground, with dazzling blue light shining in its eyes.

Coincidentally, the goddess standing on the ground also raised her head at the same moment - looking at the Supreme in the sky, her wine-red eyes reflected an eager emotion.

"Wait……"

As if realizing something, Artoria quickly stretched out her hand, trying to stop this completely inexplicable fight.

But it was too late.

"boom--"

Although the real battle has not yet begun, the collision of territories has already begun silently.

The god who rules the world of the living, and the god who rules the world of the dead—in this era when the Age of Gods is drawing to a close, these may be the last two gods in existence, and a true "War of the Gods" has begun.

[The sanctuary expands].

In the real world, the white light spewing out of the white dragon's mouth has intertwined with the red light shooting out from Scathach's hand, forming a situation of "light cannon bombardment".

On the inner side of the world, from that massive island surrounded by black water, a large amount of death energy suddenly emanated. Like millions of galloping horses, it rushed towards the world of the living at an extremely fast speed.

Realizing that something was wrong, Shirataki quickly switched to the form of a [White Spirit Dragon] and spread the white protective power into the world where the fairies lived, trying to prevent the invasion of death energy.

——But he couldn't do it.

The power in his hands is not complete, and he is not a true "God of the World"... Half of the mystery of this island is still firmly in the hands of the White Dragon King Vortigern. He cannot compete with the complete Goddess of the Underworld with only that half of his power.

And that pure white protective power was only capable of resisting forces below the divine level. Facing the death energy that seemed to be able to engulf the entire world, they could not completely resist it, but could only slow down the invasion speed, and then watch as the land that should have been full of vitality was gradually occupied by the death energy.

"White Dragon, danger!"

Although the white dragon in the sky did not ask for help, the red and white light cannons were still fighting, with no sign of a winner.

But as the "guardian" who raised this white dragon from childhood to adulthood, Artoria felt Shirataki's current difficult situation almost instinctively.

"We have to help it!"

With this thought in mind, the Chosen King swung the holy sword in his hand almost without hesitation. The sun's light burst out instantly, and the golden power also joined the battlefield of the battle between the two gods, instantly forming a two-to-one situation.

The situation on the battlefield seemed to have changed overwhelmingly.

But Scathach remained undaunted.

On the contrary, when she saw the power symbolizing the sun joining the battlefield, the light in her eyes became even more excited.

"Oh?"

"interesting--"

Feeling the two forces gradually suppressing her, Scathach calmly changed her offensive stance.

She was originally holding the gun with both hands, but her left hand suddenly loosened, and she only held the dark red magic gun with her right hand.

And in her free left hand, a new magic gun suddenly appeared.

She raised her left hand slightly, and a second beam of light was released from the magic spear - its target was the Red Dragon King standing on the ground.

“Very spicy!”

"It's the old lady with two guns form!"

……

This was a battle that was beyond everyone's expectations at the beginning, but the outcome was within everyone's expectations.

Facing two of the strongest enemies in the world, the goddess from the underworld almost single-handedly suppressed them all.

——However, no one would think that the two enemies were not strong.

They would just say that Scathach was too strong.

Yes, he is the ruler of the world of the dead, the legendary godslayer!

During the period when the Age of Gods civilization flourished and various gods were still very active, countless gods died at her hands.

Now, in this end of the Age of Gods, she has defeated another god and a king. What's so strange about that?

——Including Scathach herself, she actually thinks so.

She admitted that this god and king had great potential, and perhaps one day in the future they would be able to compete on the same level as her... but that was definitely not now.

Now, not only is Shirataki's power incomplete, but Altria's power is also incomplete.

These two are already invincible in the eyes of the world, but in Scathach's eyes, they are just two children who have not truly grown up.

A battle-hardened warrior defeats two children armed with wooden swords—is there anything strange about that?

With this in mind, Scathach prepared to increase her magic output once more, completely defeating these two arrogant young men. Then, she would return to her palace for a good night's sleep, perfectly concluding this journey into reality.

However, it was at this time.

"Lord God——"

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

On this battlefield where only gods and monsters are allowed to set foot, an "ordinary person" actually appeared.

The agile woman, holding a scimitar-like weapon, rushed directly into the territory of the goddess of the underworld.

Everyone thought she was dead—but in the next instant, a faint white light emerged from her. This thin barrier not only protected her, but also illuminated the gray mist around her.

"I'm here to help you!"

Chapter 42 1+8=?

The girl holding a scimitar moved quickly in the gray mist.

She moved very quickly because she knew she couldn't hold on for much longer - the flickering white light on her body made her not even sure if she could hold on until the next second.

But she still rushed forward without hesitation, rushing towards the enemy that she had no chance of defeating.

No, it should be said that even meeting each other is a luxury, right?

This time, the enemy is the most famous hero in Celtic mythology, a being who set foot in the divine realm in human form. Almost all Celts grew up listening to her legend - and she is no exception.

In fact, even if you ask Artoria, she will answer without hesitation, "Scathach is my idol."

After thousands of years of sedimentation, the posture of this brave man has long been imprinted in the hearts of every Celt and has become a spiritual totem of Celtic culture.

In front of such a "spiritual totem", most people don't even have the courage to look it in the eye, let alone fight it.

Even Bedivere, the knight praised by Artoria as the "perfect template", was intimidated by Scathach's aura and completely forgot to draw his sword.

But this girl with a pair of blue eyes is an exception.

When she saw Scathach was still holding her own against two opponents, she didn't hesitate and immediately drew out the weapon she was carrying and jumped into the area filled with the breath of death.

"The enemy is invincible. Yes, I know that."

"But I can't do nothing... I'd rather make mistakes than do nothing!"