We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

In an instant, a miniature sun rose from his throat! A vast amount of pure positive energy, enough to purify all evil, was released!

The lowly king is trying to repeat his old tricks.

However, the two completely opposite energies, positive and negative, had already collided violently in mid-air!

A massive explosion, deafening and capable of tearing space itself apart, occurred.

The entire night sky trembled violently and silently under this force that could tear reality apart.

The atmosphere let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden, and the light was completely swallowed up.

Then, the sound also disappeared.

Akalion calls this move 'Pseudo-Primordial Creation.lv1'.

however--

"—Albion!!!"

The lowly king let out a roar filled with resentment and anger, like a dying beast.

With this roar that unleashed His true name, the bone greatsword in His hand, forged from the spine of 'Albion', suddenly unleashed the primal power of this planet!

When the destructive storm finally subsided, when the chaotic air currents returned to the embrace of order...

That pure white figure still stands quietly on that plateau that has long since turned into scorched earth and crystals.

His pure white armor, constructed of magic, was now tattered and covered with marks from being burned and eroded by positive and negative energies.

But He is still alive.

"..."

Akalion's deep gray dragon eyes were fixed intently on the bone greatsword called Albion.

He had to admit that the reason he had been fighting the lowly king until now was because He had drawn this sword.

Albion—the ancient name of this island, and also the name of the last pure-blooded dragon who, even though the Age of Gods had come to an end, stubbornly chose to remain on the island of Britain, refusing to go to the [Inner Sea of ​​Stars].

This pureblood dragon is completely dead now; the tree on its grave is as tall as Akalion is now.

He died because when he later accepted human reason and planned to leave, the passage to the [Inner Sea of ​​Stars] had already been closed.

So the stubborn Albion chose to burrow underground, attempting to travel to the inner world using physical means, but ultimately died from exhaustion. His body became a labyrinth, containing many mysteries that no longer exist on the surface, allowing numerous fantasy species to exist by relying on Albion's corpse.

Therefore, the value of this bone greatsword named Albion is self-evident.

The power of this sword has now been fully unleashed.

It shouldn't be possible to unleash it a second time in such a short time, otherwise the King would have already unleashed an endless barrage of pure white light beams!

This is the opportunity!

The dragon's form transformed once more into a black lightning bolt. But this time, its target was no longer the lowly king's head or heart.

Rather, it was the bone greatsword in His hand that was radiating an astonishing aura!

However, the lowly king had already anticipated his actions, and He directly slashed at him with his sword.

Akalion's dragon claws seized the opportunity.

But his size was still too big.

The Albion Greatsword was like a precious toothpick to him.

But that's enough!

Akalion simply wanted to acquire a high-end collectible.

At that moment, his tail delivered a crucial blow.

They slammed the lowly king into the ground like a baseball.

He managed to snatch the sword.

His greed was satisfied at that moment, but Akalion immediately sensed something was wrong.

His intuition told him it was better to give up the sword, but it was too late.

A colossal, horned white dragon, hundreds of meters tall and nearly six hundred meters long, appeared before Akalion.

He would never mistake this for the white dragon of D&D; his True Dragon Radar did not evoke even a trace of contempt in him.

Instead, they were doing everything they could to tell him that the treasure was in their hands! Hurry up and get it!!!

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 54. The Lowly King (Part 2)

Akalion stood amidst the scorched forest, now a desolate wasteland, gazing at the colossal moon-white dragon, a massive mountain range in its own right. His dragon claws gripped tightly the greatsword named Albion.

The threat is imminent.

Why aren't you running?

Akalion was utterly bewildered. It was as if two completely different voices were speaking to him simultaneously from the depths of his soul.

The voice deep within your heart screams: "Run! The 'He' before you is the manifestation of the will of this British island, the final glance of the mythical age. Its 'status' is far beyond your current capabilities to contend with!"

The voice residing in the 'mind' whispered: "A mere facade. Though His power far surpasses yours, His spirit has already begun its decline."

By attacking His fragile, insignificant, and vulnerable 'heart,' you can easily defeat Him, turning this beautiful dragon into your own unique 'toy.'

[Violate Him, ravage Him, dominate Him!!!]

Ha—Akaglion wasn't surprised at all. Just two months ago, he was an ordinary human being.

Today, his aesthetic sense has been completely assimilated by dragons—or, more accurately, adapted to them.

The despicable and shameless third-level psychokinetic ability, Psionic Blast, was immediately activated.

An invisible psychic energy rippled through the air, powerful enough to destroy the minds of the weak.

The results were surprisingly good.

The lowly king, who had just been able to unleash threatening breaths at him, was now clearly in a daze.

Even if it only lasts for a few seconds, it can be fatal in this battle.

Then, we can try to destroy the form of the lowly king, at least so that during this period, he will no longer have the ability to create that incarnation that can move freely on the earth.

Come anyway.

Akalion immediately soared into the sky.

Then, he coiled his powerful, sleek, and slender body, his giant sword-shaped tail curving slightly outwards, while his wings were tightly folded.

The dragon was spinning rapidly, and at the end of its tail, an ominous, dark purple light was faintly glowing, signifying that negative energy was constantly gathering within it.

He was like a destructive meteor with a dark purple tail, crashing straight into the white dragon's body!

The tip of the giant sword-shaped tail easily sliced ​​through the lowly king's scales and tore apart the flesh beneath.

At the same time, that extremely condensed negative energy entered His body through the wound.

It is extinguishing His life force and eroding His will to exist.

This devastating attack continued downwards until it was about to collide with the ground—

Akalion suddenly unleashed a burst of explosive, fire-elemental power into its giant sword-shaped tail!

That was an attack powerful enough to completely shatter a ten-meter-tall concrete building. However, its effect on the Lowly King was not significant, as he recovered immediately. This speed astonished Akalion.

But this explosive force was enough to instantly turn Akalion from a rapid descent into an ascent.

The lowly king was still not recovered from the mind-blowing psychic shockwave.

Akalion continued to repeat this highly efficient work of harvesting lives.

once,

twice,

three times,

The lowly king finally recovered from the shock he had felt. However… the next moment, the [Psionic Blast] arrived once again, as expected.

Things went so smoothly that even Akalion himself found it somewhat strange.

No, although the King of the Lowly seems to be in a mentally unstable state, his mental strength—no, it's probably because he, like Meryl, is facing this type of attack for the first time and is momentarily at a loss.

Moreover, while nature is powerful, the personality within it is not. At least, the personality of the Lowly King is not powerful, as can be seen from his style of doing things. In "The Court of Avalon," he wanted to continue the Age of Gods and planned to kill all humans, turning Britain into a dark continent that humans could not touch. But after killing King Uther, he lay dead in Camelot...

Continue, we cannot give Him the opportunity to find a way to counter the [manifest]. The so-called [manifest] is basically a psionic version of the spell model—those in Eldra who possess psionic abilities are all excellent mages, and they have left behind quite a few writings.

The massive white dragon body of the lowly king was soon covered in wounds.

However, just as victory was within his grasp, an indescribable impulse from the deepest part of his soul suddenly and without warning screamed wildly in his heart.

[Escape.]

Leave this place.

[Immediately disappear from this island.]

"..."

Akalion's attack paused slightly.

why?

He felt intensely confused.

If he were beaten so badly he couldn't fight back, that would be one thing. But why is it that now, he clearly holds the absolute advantage—his vast reserves of psionic energy are enough to allow him to use [Psionic Blast] without stopping for an entire day.

The battle is over. The enemy is essentially powerless to resist; negative energy has taken over most of the body.

Why would someone who is about to become the victor have such a pointless and foolish thought as to run away?

This is unreasonable and does not conform to his nature.

But that impulse grew stronger and more tyrannical.

It no longer seemed like a simple thought, but rather an absolute command that was almost like order, attempting to overwrite all his thoughts and take over all his will.

The joy of defeating a powerful enemy, the satisfaction of about to obtain treasure, the supreme desire of the ruler for the beautiful enemy before him... all of these pale and powerless in the face of this absolute "command".

His body even began to turn uncontrollably, wanting to spread his dragon wings and escape this place of trouble.

"—Are you kidding me?"

A low, arrogant growl, filled with boundless rage, boomed from Akalion's throat!

His deep gray dragon eyes instinctively fixed on the Albion Greatsword in his claws.

In his dragon-like vision, the sword was constantly emitting a peculiar 'magical aura,' which was continuously flowing into his body.

The moment his gaze fell upon the Albion Greatsword, the 'magical aura' vanished without a trace, and the greatsword turned into an ordinary bone artifact!

But the voice in my heart continued.

It turned out to be the case.

It was 'you' who did this.

"Blanching!!!!!"

With a furious roar powerful enough to shatter mountains, Akalion swung his dragon claws and hurled the Albion Greatsword, which in his eyes had transformed from a 'supreme treasure' into a 'collar of shame,' into the distant sky as if it were trash!

The moment the sword slipped from his control.

The noisy command came to an abrupt halt.

The world has returned to silence.

Upon closer examination, most of the true dragons in the Type-Moon universe are manifestations of the planetary will.

Therefore, it is self-evident what kind of power this greatsword, forged from the bones of a white dragon, represents.

In this absolute stillness, all the clues were quickly pieced together in Akalion's mind.

[As a being from another world, I am like the only lighthouse shining in the darkness of this land.]

That incomplete holy lance will automatically attack anything not born on this planet.

[In Morgan's eyes, he would glow when he first came into this world.] — At the time, he thought it was just his impressive scales reflecting light.

After all, such special effects have never happened in the world of Dark Souls!