I'm a druid in Type Moon

In the dark palace, a faint light suddenly appeared. An ancient tree, only about two meters tall, with a crown full of withered yellow leaves, stood there, illuminating the throne in the deepest part.

On the throne, an old man with gray hair, shrunken muscles and wrinkled face opened his eyes and let out a roar that was not like that of a human.

"Has even human rationality disappeared completely?"

King Arthur sighed, raised his spear and rushed forward.

The old man on the throne stood up, his old body seemed to have regained vitality, dragon scales grew out of his palms and turned into dragon claws that blocked the attack.

The faint light of the ancient tree seemed to retreat as if it was afraid of the old man, leaving only a glimmer of light around the trunk.

Lynn walked into this last light, placed his hand on the shriveled bark, closed his eyes, and felt the heartbeat of the ancient tree.

When he opened his eyes, the last trace of green disappeared from the ancient tree, and a branch as thick as an adult's arm and almost as tall as Lin En appeared in his hand.

"The branches of the World Tree!"

Lin En held it, as if holding the weight of the world, but the aura on the branch came from the same source as Lin En, and soon recognized him. In his hand, all the mysteries were restrained, and the appearance became no different from an ordinary branch.

"Has the magic power been completely exhausted? It needs to be nurtured in the earth veins for at least a few decades before it can be used again."

When the branch of the Random World Tree was taken out by Lin En, the roots that spread throughout the underground of the royal capital began to shrink, and the magic circle formed by it also disappeared at the same time.

Then, the roar of the dragon resounded through the heaven and earth.

The scorching sun shone straight down from the sky, but was swallowed by the pale dragon flying high in the sky, as if it had gone directly from noon to night. Its eyes were scarlet, and there was an infinite amount of heat gathering in its mouth, which was then compressed and shot towards King Arthur in the ruins.

It was as if a meteorite from the sky had hit the ground. Sound waves beyond the range of human hearing swept across the entire capital, and the unprepared knights all lost their hearing at this moment.

In the center of the attack, a faint golden light shone amidst the smoke. Hundreds of fragments of different shapes formed a circular barrier, which opened up a piece of pure land in the dragon's breath and protected King Arthur inside.

“A Utopia far away from the world!”

King Arthur's scabbard is the ultimate defense that protects the user from all attacks.

The barrier disappeared, King Arthur raised his holy spear and threw it with all his strength.

The holy spear pierced the white dragon's wings. The pale dragon let out a wail and fell to the ground.

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 95: Opportunity for Victory

Although no sound could be heard, everyone saw the pale dragon falling.

The hero holding the holy spear shot down the dragon in the sky.

This epic scene made all the knights on Camelot's side raise their swords and cheer loudly, as if they had become part of the epic.

The knights on Vortigern's side did not take the opportunity to attack, but watched the rising smoke until their king stood up again and let out an angry roar.

In the battle between humans and dragons, destroying the dragon's wings is only the first step in the battle. Humans who cannot fly cannot fight against the dragons that soar in the sky. But even if the dragon falls to the ground, it does not mean victory is imminent.

King Arthur raised his hand, and the Holy Lance returned to his hand as if it had returned to its original state. At this moment, King Arthur charged again.

The scarlet light in the eyes of the white dragon with one wing paralyzed became brighter. The animality in his blood completely overwhelmed Vortigern's remaining humanity, and he began to attack the "little guy" rushing towards him like a wild beast.

The dragon claw on his right hand tore through the air and blasted towards King Arthur. King Arthur jumped up in time to avoid the attack, but what came towards him was the other uninjured wing of the white dragon.

The dragon wings flapped, the ultimate move of the dragon race second only to the dragon's breath. The strong dragon wings had a force far exceeding that of other parts of the body, and the strong winds that were stirred up almost froze King Arthur's figure in the air.

"boom!"

There was a loud crash, and a figure hit the wall of a distant palace like a cannonball. After smashing several granite palaces in succession and stirring up a large cloud of smoke into the sky, King Arthur finally lost all his strength.

The isolated utopia was automatically activated, absorbing most of the magic power in King Arthur's body, but as the Dragon's Heart beat, the slight sense of emptiness in the body was quickly filled.

"King Arthur is nearly invincible with his scabbard. The outcome of this battle is already determined. The only question is when it will end!"

Standing in the ruins, Lynn looked at King Arthur in the distance, raising the holy sword again and rushing towards the roaring dragon, and said to the person beside him.

"Vortigern is a dragon that devours light, the incarnation of Britain. With the blessing of Britain's spiritual veins, his magic power is close to infinite. And King Arthur has the heart of a dragon. Every breath he takes can extract the magic power in the atmosphere. With Britain's blessing, he also has nearly infinite magic power."

"The key to this battle is not how much damage you can cause to the opponent, but which one runs out of energy first!"

Merlin stepped out from the shadows and looked towards the battlefield in the distance.

"Shouldn't you stay in the capital, Your Excellency the Great Sage?"

Merlin shrugged, smiling as always, and said:

"My main purpose for staying in the capital is to guard against Morgan, but now that Morgan has come here, what reason do I have to stay in the empty capital?"

"Is Morgan here too?"

Lynn was startled and released his perception, but did not find any aura similar to Morgan's.

"Don't waste your time. This is the center of the British Spiritual Vein. Morgan's authority here is almost the same as yours. If she doesn't want to be exposed, you won't be able to find her!"

Lin En frowned, looked at Merlin beside him, and said:

"Although my magic level is far from yours, druids are blessed by nature and are the most perceptive among magicians. In terms of perception alone, I should be about the same as you. If I can't sense Morgan, you shouldn't be able to find him either."

Merlin raised a finger, waved it at Lin En, and said proudly:

"Although I can't sense Morgan's presence, I am very familiar with her. I taught her the basics of magic, so I can guess where she will hide!"

Lin En rolled his eyes at him speechlessly and said:

"So it was just a guess!"

"do not mind the details!"

Merlin waved his hand and turned his attention back to the battle in the distance.

"Aren't you going to help? If this continues, there will be no winner until dark. Although the Holy Lance has caused great damage to the White Dragon, as the incarnation of Britain, it can still recover slowly. Once the White Dragon flies back into the sky, the duration of this battle will be extended indefinitely!"

Lin En used magic to enhance his vision and clearly saw that the wound on the white dragon's wing in the distance had stopped bleeding. He frowned and asked Merlin beside him:

"According to your prophecy, the British Red Dragon will eventually defeat the British White Dragon. Just in case, I'll ask again, did you say in your prophecy that it must be a one-on-one duel?"

"Is this it?"

Merlin scratched his smooth chin, thought for a while, and then came to his own conclusion.

"I do not know!"

"?"

Lynn looked at Merlin with disbelief.

Merlin spread his hands and said very sincerely:

"Although prophecies can see the future, they cannot see the whole picture of an event, so prophecies are usually interpreted in many different ways. The only thing I can be sure of is that King Arthur will definitely defeat Vortigern, but as for how he will defeat him, I don't know."

Lynn's face twitched, and he picked up his staff and prepared to rush out.

But Merlin stopped him, looked into Lin's eyes and said:

"Although you can end this battle faster if you rush out now, the honor of defeating the dragon will be shared by you and King Arthur. The Archdruid is still the Archdruid even without the title of dragon-slaying hero, but King Arthur will not be recognized as a hero by all the British without the honor of defeating the dragon alone."

"No matter what era it is, a hero who can defeat a dragon alone will be loved by the people, not to mention that this hero is their king. With this honor, King Arthur will be able to better unify the whole of Britain!"

What Merlin said made sense, so Lynn retracted his steps.

The battle between man and dragon continues. The white dragon has a strong body and incredible recovery ability, while King Arthur has an invincible scabbard. The two sides go back and forth, and the battle is dragged into a protracted war.

Soon, the sun's brilliance was about to fade, and dusk fell. Unlike what most people imagine, the white dragon would be weakened to a certain extent in the dark night. As a dragon that devours light, he can devour the sun's brilliance for his own use. However, the moonlight at night is obviously not as good as the sunlight during the day.

Therefore, the white dragon, who could fight King Arthur on equal terms during the day, would be at a disadvantage at night. This was most likely the turning point for King Arthur's victory.

The British chapter ends tomorrow!

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 96: The Oak Tree of Britain

Sure enough, as the sun set, the white dragon's power began to wane, and it gradually could not keep up with King Arthur's speed.

"It looks like this war will end tonight!" Merlin gave his own judgment. Lynn also agreed with Merlin's judgment. King Arthur, who possessed the Holy Sword, Holy Lance, and scabbard, was almost invincible.

"The story ends now. With the fall of the last pure-blooded dragon in the world, the glory of the Age of Gods will also disappear from the world. Only some insignificant remnants will remain."

"Although this little bit of residue has no impact on the world itself, it is a life-saving straw for Britain. The true ether that remains in the earth can probably hold on for a few years, and then it will return to its original state!"

"These few years will be Britain's most glorious time!"

Merlin casually described the direction of the next few years, making people wonder if he also had a script in his hands.

But in fact, Lin En had the same opinion as him. As the person closest to nature on this island, Lin En could vaguely feel that the land was wailing. The true ether that had been nourishing it was gradually disappearing, even though it tried its best to retain it.

At this time, the battle in the distance also came to an end, and the knights loyal to King Arthur defeated the taciturn opponents. Even though they were covered with wounds, they still dragged their tired bodies to the walls of the capital to witness this battle.

At the same time, Gawain finally killed his opponent. He pulled out his holy sword from the butler's chest, and the blood on it had dried.

This was not only because of the high temperature of the sword, but also because his opponent burned his own life and boiled his blood, thus possessing the power to rival the Sun Knight at noon. But unfortunately, the speed of burning life could not outrun time. Although the sun had already set, his life had also burned out, and he was unable to see the final outcome.

The victorious knight stood up from the ruins and looked at the battlefield in the distance. After confirming that the king he was loyal to had the upper hand, his body softened and he fell down again. He leaned against a section of the surviving palace wall and looked at the battlefield in the distance. He was really too tired.

Under everyone's gaze, King Arthur seized another opportunity and threw his holy spear to hit the white dragon's intact wing. This meant that the dragon had completely lost the possibility of escaping. The dragon seemed to understand that its death was approaching, and it roared unwillingly, with blood even flowing out of its throat.

The merciful moon wanted to close her eyes, but her radiance could not be restrained and drawn. The pale dragon closed his eyes and took a last deep breath.

The breath condensed in his chest was no longer the familiar breath of the Age of Gods. The long battle had already consumed all the True Ether in the surrounding atmosphere. The dragon breathed in this unfamiliar magic power and faced his old enemy again.

Facing the dragon's dying blow, King Arthur did not take out his scabbard, but put it back to his waist. Then he inserted the holy spear into the mud under his feet and slowly pulled out his holy sword.

In his chest, the dragon's heart was beating violently, extracting the thin magic power in the atmosphere and supplying this exhausted body. King Arthur closed his eyes, and his experience flashed through his mind. Looking back now, his life was destined from the moment he left the castle in the countryside. His adoptive father saw him off, and Kai and Lin En accompanied him on the journey. And Merlin, I'm afraid that at that time, he had already seen the scene today!

"How far can a person sacrifice for his ideals?"

The girl gave her answer.

King Arthur opened his eyes, his emerald green eyes shone with dazzling brilliance, and he raised his holy sword high. A light rose from the ruins, and the shouts of millions of people seemed to flow upstream from the end of time. They stared at the shining sword and shouted its name. This light came from the knights sleeping in the darkness, from the soldiers who sacrificed in the past few decades, and from the roar that had been suppressed for a long time on this land.

"At this moment, the ever-victorious king shouts the name of the miracle in his hand!"

"The Sword of Promised Victory!"

The golden light was flowing, and the brilliance of the ideal extinguished the breath that the dragon exhaled with all his strength, then pierced through his chest and disappeared into a distant country.

The huge body fell into the ruins, stirring up a cloud of smoke, and then fell silent again.

In the dim moonlight, the dragon's eyes returned to their original golden color. He looked at King Arthur who was walking in front of him and said, "You win, son of Uther! I will watch you in another world to see if you can save this country that is about to be destroyed!"

Then he did not wait for King Arthur's answer, but looked at the two people who were approaching.

"I didn't expect to see you again, Teacher!"

Vortigern looked at his teacher, whose appearance had not changed at all, and sighed.

"Are you satisfied with this ending? Vortigern!"

Merlin also looked at his former student. The scene of him angrily questioning him seemed to have happened just yesterday.

"Although it's not a happy ending, I accept it. At least I fought and just failed!"

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The dragon made a tired sound, and his eyelids wanted to close uncontrollably. He struggled and said one last prayer to his teacher.

"Let me have a good dream, teacher!"

Merlin reached out and slowly closed the dragon's eyes.

"Wish you a sweet dream!"

"Oh!!!"

The knights who witnessed this scene shouted loudly. Even though they were exhausted and dizzy with hunger, they still gathered around King Arthur, shouting his name and celebrating this hard-earned victory.

Lin En also wanted to walk over, but the huge corpse beside him began to dissipate, and golden particles poured out from all parts of its body and dissipated into the air.

"This dragon body is the incarnation of Britain, condensed from pure true ether. Now it will be restored to pure true ether and return to the atmosphere!"

Merlin explained. Lin En watched this scene and thought for a long time, then asked: "If this dragon body is buried in the earth, can it nourish the land of Britain?"

Merlin thought for a moment and said, "Theoretically, it is possible, but it can only nourish a small area around the city. And it can only last for a year at most, unless there is something that can fix the true ether in the earth."

Lin En was silent for a long time, then looked at the staff in his hand, and a whimsical idea came to his mind. Maybe it was a momentary impulse, maybe it was the ambition of being liberated after being a spectator for so long, or maybe it was a trace of kindness in his heart.

Lin En raised the branch of the World Tree high up and stabbed it into the hole in the dragon's chest.

Under the will of the Archdruid, countless roots grew out from the branches, wrapped around the huge dragon body, and dragged it into the earth.

Merlin also saw Lin En's idea, and used the branches of the World Tree to bind the dragon body to the earth.

"This is indeed a method. If it were Britain before, perhaps it would be possible to do it."

As the roots grew, the land seemed to be reminded of some bad memories and began to resist the World Tree taking root.

"The branch of the World Tree in your hand once pierced through the earth and blocked the gap in the barrier of the inner sea of ​​the star. How could this land let you do it again?"