The King of Elden does not die alone!

When the dragon landed on the ground, it was like a meteorite smashing into the sea. The heavy force turned the black scorched earth into liquid.

Altria and Mia appeared in another place in the city. The moment they fell out of the teleportation state, Mia released shadow magic and hid both of them.

The dragon turned around and looked back, but found that there was no trace of Altria in the place where he had crashed before.

Vortigern's breathing made a sound comparable to that of a strong wind.

"Where are you?" The dragon-like and snake-like long neck rotated.

The thunderous voice spread fear into the hearts of people throughout the city.

His dark pupils scanned the city, which had mostly turned into ruins.

Vortigern suddenly felt something flash from the corner of his eye, and his huge mouth pounced forward and bit a house to pieces.

He raised his head and swallowed the remains of the house like a crocodile, and then saw a mother and son hiding in the house that had lost its roof.

Seeing the giant dragon, the mother covered her child's eyes tightly, stared at Vortigern with fear with bloodshot eyes, and trembled silently.

Vortigern and the other man were not interested. The twisted dragon claws fell down, crushing the remaining houses and the things inside them into powder, and he walked in the city.

"I can smell you, daughter of Uther."

He climbed up a bell tower and looked down at the city.

Uther's daughter must still be around.

Vortigern was somewhat familiar with Mia's teleportation magic.

But this time it was obviously different from the teleportation magic. Vortigern could feel the breath of Altria, but it was vague and it was almost impossible to figure out her location.

The dragon's eyes scanned around and finally locked onto the palace on the hill.

There was a huge amount of negative emotions lingering above the palace that only he could see, including fear, anxiety, despair, etc.

Everyone else in the city was in the palace.

That would be perfect bait.

Vortigern left the clock tower.

"Destruction, wonderful destruction. I can't wait to turn Britain into hell. It's a beautiful picture."

"Do you want to see what the future will look like?"

Vortigern walked slowly towards the palace, his eyes constantly looking around.

"Trust me, you will be impressed by the beauty of destruction."

The people in the palace saw the giant dragon walking slowly towards them.

That was the god of death that had become a physical entity. The giant dragon was breathing and murmuring, forming one chain after another that tightened people's hearts.

The chains are tightening.

Some cried, some prayed, and some broke down and screamed.

"All righteous people!" The priest shouted in the crowd, "If this is the end of the world, then let us raise our heads and welcome the Lord's judgment. Only those with a clear heart like a mirror can enter the kingdom of heaven!"

From under the broken roof, Mia saw a giant dragon with its tail wrapped in black mist passing overhead.

She used her breastfeeding strength to control Altria in her arms and covered her mouth.

The latter kept trying to struggle, and Mia was temporarily able to control the struggling Altria by using the advantage of her posture.

But it is obvious that Altria is more powerful than Mia.

“Ugh—wuwu—”

Altria held the Sword in the Stone, of which only the hilt was left, in one hand, and grabbed Mia's arm with the other.

"You will die if you go out!" Mia whispered into Altria's mouth.

Altria was about to break free.

With no other options, Mia used sedation.

There was a flash of blue light, and after a few breaths, the girl in his arms gradually calmed down.

"Don't be impulsive." Mia said in Altria's ear.

"Yeah." The latter nodded.

The moment Mia released her restraints, Altria fell to her knees.

The original color of the white skirt can no longer be seen.

"..." The girl remained silent, staring at the ground.

His hands clenched into fists on the dusty and gravelly ground.

She suddenly straightened up.

He suddenly threw the hilt of the sword in his hand away.

The only remaining evidence of Caliburn's existence in this world slammed against the wall and fell into the ruins.

The girl stared blankly at the hilt of the sword.

"Liar..." she muttered.

I wanted to cry out, but what was the point?

"Isn't it the Sword of the Kingchoose? Isn't it the holy sword that can rule Britain if it is drawn?"

Altria sobbed.

In the end, I still couldn't resist the so-called prophecy.

"It's not your fault..." Mia is not very good at comforting people.

"That sword has nothing to do with the prophecy," Mia replied.

"I should have remembered it earlier..." She blamed herself.

Caliburn is not the legendary Sword of the Stars, but a counterfeit made by Merlin.

It was simply unable to withstand all of Altria's magic power.

In addition, since Mia had given her a buff, the shattering of the sword, which had already been liberated once, should have been expected.

Altria knelt on the ground in silence.

Mia didn't say anything either.

She pulled out the blue chalice dew drop bottle and drank the liquid inside.

Although the dew drops will recover over time, more than half of it has been consumed during the day, and only one third is left now.

Dew drops are sweet.

How out of place that sweetness is in this ruin.

"It's all up to me." Mia sighed.

Looking up at the dark sky, the stars are twinkling behind the dark clouds.

When I lowered my head, I suddenly saw a glimpse of white in the corner of my eye.

"Ok?"

"Fu."

A little monster that looks like a cat but not a cat, and a dog but not a dog is squatting at the window of the house.

"Wasn't this guy taken away by Merlin?"

Just thinking so.

"Oh, oh, I hope I'm not late." A young man with white hair and white clothes appeared at the back door of the house. In contrast to his usual relaxed smile, he wiped the sweat off his head.

"Hey, Altria, girls will become ugly when they cry."

"Merlin." Artoria looked at Merlin desperately: "Can you help me?"

She said this almost in a pleading manner.

Altria gave Merlin her last hope.

The magician who had been by her side since she could remember, the magician who taught her knowledge other than martial arts, but who always had an unreliable smile and looked like he was wasting his time.

"Hmm," Merlin said confidently, "Although no one has asked, I think you must want to know where I went, right?"

"Clang, clang, clang." He stretched out his hand and clenched it in mid-air.

Ding--

Something touched the ground of the house, making a crisp sound.

A pure white lance appeared from the void.

"As you can see, Altria, I went to get you a package."

"Although this is not in the prophecy, if everything depends on the prophecy, wouldn't it be boring?"

Chapter 103. The Holy Lance (Countdown to Britain)

The giant dragon slowly moved towards the palace.

A crossbow arrow shot from the inner city wall and bounced off the dragon's head.

Humans are interesting.

Vortigern thought.

That is what humans call "courage". With courage, even an ant dares to challenge an elephant.

The king's knights stood on the tower, manning the ballistae along with the brave soldiers.

"Come here!" he roared.

The crossbow string continued to vibrate, and one crossbow arrow after another was fired.

Vortigern's steady pace seemed unstoppable. It was a mountain range, an existence that did not even belong to the same dimension as humans.

The white dragon's tail swayed as it swept over the rooftops of the city buildings.

It looks like a cat with wings, ready to hunt.

But the problem is, humans are his prey.

Vortigern's goal was not to destroy the palace, but to use it to lure out the so-called "King of Britain".

Of course, this means that Vortigern can include the destruction of the palace as part of achieving his goal.

Regardless, Vortigern has no mercy on humans.

Vortigern paused for a moment, crouched down, and seemed ready to rush to the high ground where the palace was located.

"Big lizard!" The girl's voice shouted from behind him, and then a pyroxene crystal hit one of his hind legs.

The dragon narrowed its eyes and turned its head.

Torrett carried the two of them across the rooftops, and Mia shot one pyroxite after another at Vortigern.

A pyroxene crystal exploded in front of Vortigern's nose. The crystal crystals made him shake his head and could not see clearly.

That's all pyroxene can do.

Torret jumped toward the roof in front of him, and at this moment, the breath of the white dragon surged past him like a big river.

"later!"

After Mia's shout, Torrett, who was descending in mid-air, turned in an amazing arc.

It was as if a platform appeared in mid-air, but that platform was condensed by magic power, and Torrett completed an almost 180-degree turn in an instant.

The dragon's breath rumbled through from behind, and Torret was running in the other direction.

The giant dragon rushed over, but its bloody mouth missed everything. Torrett made another nimble leap, crossing from one street to another, passing through the top of the neatly arranged city, and was blocked by the structures of the buildings from time to time.

Vortigern's tail swept across the center of the buildings, cutting an entire street in half.

But Torret was able to jump twice in the air like a ghost, and this strange ability helped it dodge the attacks again and again.

The spirit horse sometimes used the roof for support, sometimes the stone pillars of the ruins for support, and sometimes the bricks and tiles that collapsed for support.