Type-Moon, I, Matou Sakura, rewrite my destiny

But, so what? It's just another use of Teleport.

Just like that, he stayed firmly on the heads of these Viking pirates, and started to clean up the place with magic tricks like "Thunder Explosion" and "Invisible Divine Sword"... one after another.

Although Luo Hao was somewhat unhappy about Sakura's habit of using magic instead of the techniques he taught her, he still curled his lips when he saw that Sakura finally stopped stubbornly using martial arts to fight against the army.

"You finally realized it, Sakura. This is what a true warrior looks like. How can martial arts be bound by formalities?"

119. Vortigern’s expedition arrives, the disaster of Camelot.

In Luo Hao's eyes, the word "martial arts" does not symbolize the traditional meaning of stopping war, strengthening oneself, self-cultivation, and cultivating the mind. In her eyes, martial arts is completely about studying how to kill the enemy faster.

After all, Luo Hao could not be considered a traditional warrior of the Flower-Growing Family from the beginning to the end.

Power, magic, spell power, magic... As long as they can be integrated into martial arts skills, or even useful enough, Luo Hao doesn't mind using them.

Therefore, when Sakura used magic to break the impasse, Luo Hao was just a little displeased with this barbaric method and the fact that Sakura did not incorporate the martial arts she had learned into it. As for the rest, Luo Hao just thought that Sakura did a great job.

Sakura used magic to clear an empty area in the army that was beginning to collapse.

Then, Sakura, who had not forgotten that her purpose of fighting one-on-one was to gain experience in fighting against the army, stopped her magic bombing after successfully breaking through the impasse.

He then fell to the ground, and while he started practicing martial arts again, he began to try to learn from Luo Hao, mixing magic and alchemy into it.

As the formation collapsed and was constantly cut back and forth by Sakura, it was impossible to form a new formation.

Even though these Viking pirates have deep-rooted beliefs in their minds, they are still facing Sakura, who becomes more courageous as the battle goes on.

There were still many Viking pirates who began to flee to the coast and boarded the dragon-headed warships to escape.

And it was like a domino effect. As the first batch of Viking pirates escaped, the second and third batches began to appear one after another.

"Cowards, you are all cowards..."

Sakura, with her body wrapped in crackling silver-white lightning, barely managed to use a certain school of thunder magic as a passive one, allowing her punches and kicks to add thunder damage.

After knocking down a Viking pirate who was trying to escape from him with one finger, he turned around and rushed towards their leader who was roaring loudly and trying to stop the Viking pirates from being defeated.

"Thor...Thor....No you are not Thor."

At first glance, Sakura, with lightning wrapped all over her body, really looks a bit like the god of thunder.

But as Sakura knocked away the pirates that blocked her way one after another, she came near the leader whose eyes were red, and who was breathing heavily and roaring continuously.

When the leader saw clearly that this was not Thor but the witch who defeated them, his eyes suddenly became even redder.

Then all the muscles in his body began to swell and turned pink as if blood was flowing into them. The light called reason also gradually began to dissipate in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Sakura was almost stunned and couldn't help but wonder... Is this guy a berserker?

But whether it's a berserker or a Viking warrior.

Even though humans from the Age of Gods had bodies far superior to modern people, they were still no match for Sakura, who had both her energy and magic strengthened and was able to display various abilities and skills.

After just a few exchanges, the Viking pirate leader, who only had brute strength, fell to his knees in front of Sakura with his eyes dull and unconscious.

The fall of their leader undoubtedly completely destroyed the last bit of resistance and morale of the pirates.

The moment the Viking leader lost consciousness and knelt in front of Sakura, all the Viking pirates on the beach began to flee in panic.

Using far superior martial arts skills to Sakura's, he seemed to teleport and in a few flashes he came to Sakura's side from the lone boat on the sea.

Looking at the chaotic and even infighting-focused defeated army, Luo Hao slowly raised his hand and turned to look at Xiaoying.

"Sakura, do you want to clean them all up?"

"No need, Sister Leader. It is enough to help Morgan to this extent... After all, I am afraid that we will not continue to cooperate with Morgan forever."

"Well, then forgive these barbarians."

He put away the hand he had just raised and nodded. Since Sakura did not intend to completely wipe out these Viking pirates, Luo Hao naturally was too lazy to take action against these guys.

As for the matter about Morgan, Luo Hao just pretended not to hear it. After all, in Luo Hao's eyes, it was up to Sakura to decide who to cooperate with and what the next plan was. Unless Sakura asked for her advice, Luo Hao would not interfere in such matters.

A message wrapped in magic traveled from the distant coast, across most of Britain, and into the Camelot Palace where Morgan was.

Morgan, who was obviously in a good mood and seemed somewhat complacent at the moment, felt even better instantly after receiving this message.

"Has Matou Sakura successfully repelled Vortigern's army on the sea route? Hehe, then we can start on the land route as well."

Blood, killing, brutality, madness...

Vortigern's army left nothing but suffering to the British people along the way.

Because of King Uther's early death, according to pan-human history, Vortigern should have lived alone in the north for ten thousand years until he met his niece, the British Red Dragon, and fell into her hands.

Perhaps it was because he was still young, or perhaps it was Uther's death that took away Vortigern's last bit of humanity from his human period.

At this time, Vortigern has completely become the White Dragon of Britain and is ready to fulfill his direct mission to evolve the whole of Britain and clear all the filthy humans from the British Isles.

He controlled his army, which marched from the northernmost part of Britain and destroyed almost everything related to humans along the way.

On this day, another castle and several villages were completely turned into a wasteland by Vortigern's army.

Vortigern stepped on the charred bones under his feet, crushing them without a care in the world, and looked at the land in the distance, with an extremely cruel smile suddenly appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Master...we are about to enter the territory of Camelot, you see..."

He looked down at a tribal leader who was kneeling in front of him, with almost no human breath left, with a cruel look in his eyes. He looked towards Vortigern in Camelot and suddenly waved his hand.

"Keep marching for me. Nothing can stop me from my expedition."

"It's the master."

In just one afternoon, desolate horns began to sound in Camelot, which was still in the midst of a melee.

The five nobles located in the border area, their families and territories were completely razed to the ground, just like the villages and towns that had encountered Vortigern's army before.

Of course, the nobles of Camelot, who were in the midst of war, had also heard about Vortigern's expedition.

However, the vast majority did not take Vortigern's expedition seriously.

After all, in the eyes of these nobles, isn't Vortigern...one of them?

However, just when these former Camelot nobles were dreaming of joining the King's forces if they couldn't defeat the enemy, and even believed that the worst outcome would be for Vortigern, King Uther's younger brother, to ascend the throne of Camelot, they were dreaming of joining the King's forces if they couldn't defeat the enemy.

Vortigern used practical actions to tell these nobles who caused endless wars in this land that he was not here to claim the throne, but to claim lives...

120. The war spread to Camelot, a disaster for the human race in Britain.

One day, two days, three days...

As Vortigern led his army into Camelot, he began to indiscriminately kill all humans he saw and destroy all villages and towns.

Three days later, in the vast area that once belonged to Camelot, nearly half of the nobles who agreed to Morgan's proposal and accepted the fact that the Kingdom of Camelot was dissolved disappeared. At the same time, half of the land that once belonged to the Kingdom of Camelot had completely fallen.

Faced with the fear and pressure brought by Vortigern, the remaining nobles in Camelot naturally began to "unite".

Let go of past grudges and prejudices...it was the night three days after Vortigern ravaged Camelot.

The so-called noble coalition was formed in this way.

On the surface, this army of 8,000 people, well-equipped and equipped with tens of thousands of vassal soldiers can be said to be quite powerful.

But Merlin, who was pressuring Artoria to not be impulsive and not to join this so-called coalition of nobles, knew very well that this coalition of nobles was nothing but a piece of cake - good-looking but useless.

Perhaps because they were afraid that their soldiers and military power would be taken away, this hastily assembled coalition had no specific command, nor the system that a coalition should have.

It was simply a mob of nobles who brought their own armies together.

In the palace of Camelot.

Looking at the nobles kneeling in front of him and crying loudly, Morgan, whose attitude towards humans was already quite bad, did not show any special mercy to them just because they were the few nobles willing to stay under his command.

Instead, he felt quite disgusted, just like when facing other humans.

Especially since they were now begging Morgan to rescue those humans whom she already hated.

"Your Majesty Morgan, even if these people are traitors in your eyes...but your people are innocent!"

"Your Majesty...If we allow Vortigern to destroy them, it will eventually be our turn!"

"I beg you, Your Majesty, to show your mercy..."

Whispering about these human nobles who had grief on their faces and tears in their eyes.

The fairies in the palace hall who do whatever they want, facing the performance of these nobles, some think they are pitiful, some think they are funny, and some think they are annoying... but there is absolutely no fairy who wants to advise Morgan and ask Morgan to help them.

As the evil side of the fairies in the lake, in the eyes of the fairies, Morgan at this time is the sharp sword for the fairies to expand their territory. Therefore, among the fairies who came to New Camelot, there are not many so-called kind guys in the eyes of humans.

"That's enough. Stop crying here."

"His Majesty...."

"His Majesty...."

"I've said enough, throw these guys out of Camelot."

"Okay, great Morgan!"

The cries made Morgan more and more irritated. Finally, when his disgust for these nobles reached its peak, Morgan directly gave the order to expel these nobles to the goblins in the hall.

Upon hearing Morgan's order, the fairies in the hall suddenly smiled happily, and then, regardless of the resistance of the nobles, they carried the nobles and walked out of the palace.

Sakura, who had returned to Camelot for two days, naturally saw this scene.

But at this moment, she was in the hall and said nothing.

After all, she still needs Morgan's influence and power.

'Ah~ I calculated a lot, but I forgot that Morgan would hate humans after awakening as a fairy. After helping Morgan to complete her fairy Camelot, I should try to see if Altria can do it...'

In a village in the Earldom of Glamorgan.

The door of Altria's cabin was being banged on frantically from inside.

"Let me out Master, let me out Kai...I can't, I can't do it..."

Listening in silence to Altria's hoarse roar and the constant banging of the cabin door.

Merlin, with a helpless expression on his face, looked at the hut that was completely sealed by his magic and sighed silently.

Kai, who was sitting opposite Merlin at this time, was in almost the same situation.

They could naturally understand Altria's feelings. After all, they also felt bad about the disaster that swept Camelot.

Especially Kai. Compared to Merlin, who was upset because his plan with King Uther was going off track, Kai, like Altria, could not bear to see the death and injury of the people.

But unfortunately, the power they have now is too small.

Five hundred soldiers who had just been trained for half a year, dozens of young magicians who had just learned the basics, and thousands of ordinary farmers.

What can they do with such power?

If they really allowed Artoria to lead such a force to help the coalition of nobles and fight against Vortigern's expeditionary army... then there is no doubt that they will lose their real future.

Therefore, even if they are hated by Artoria, even if they are disliked by Artoria, Merlin and Kai will never let Artoria be involved in this war.

Just like this, Altria, who already understood responsibility, loved humanity, and was still learning how to become a leader and even a king, screamed at the top of her lungs in her house all night long.

Early the next morning, in the central area of ​​Camelot, there was a relatively wide plain area.

The noble coalition forces of knights, various vassal armies, barely reaching 20,000 people, and Vortigern's army of nearly 30,000 people appeared at the two ends of the plain.

As the sound of horns began to resound throughout the battlefield, the sun rose to the top.

The outcome of this battle was already determined, and the war that had lasted for a whole morning was over.

Even though the noble coalition had no shortage of warriors, such as nobles like Kai's father, their tiny power could not change the outcome of the war.

Human blood spilled all over the plain, and more than ten thousand corpses piled up into a mountain of corpses.

Except for a few nobles who managed to escape, the command was chaotic and the noble coalition forces fought on their own most of the time. They were almost completely wiped out on the battlefield.

In his hands, he played with the heads of several nobles as if they were playing with walnuts.

Not caring at all about the hideous expression on the noble's head in his hand before death, and sniffing the 'tempting' smell of blood in the air, the excited and happy Vortigern even took out a large amount of spoils in a good mood and gave them to his subordinates as rewards.

At the same time, after the war, Vortigern's subordinates who received rewards also began to attack everywhere.

The villages and towns that lost the protection of the nobles... soon began to burn amid screams of fear and sounds of people fleeing.