After all CGs are unlocked, Type-Moon's girlfriend comes to visit

"Immeasurable... Pah, fantasy materialized."

Alvin paused and said, "It can unfold the world of my imagination. In this world, everything is generated by my imagination."

Scathach raised her brows slightly and looked at Alvin with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You mean... the world you imagined is just a blank slate?"

"wrong."

Alvin shook his head slightly. "This is what I imagined...a world after humanity has burned away."

Humanity is burning... Scathach repeated softly in her heart, looking at Alvin without saying a word.

"Today, Britain is experiencing a surge in time travel, including Beasts that could affect human order... If Beasts interfere with Britain, history will be altered, potentially impacting future human order."

Scathach was stunned for a moment, then quickly broke into laughter and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would help for the sake of 'saving the world'? Or do you think I'm as easy to fool as a little girl?"

You and the little girl have nothing to do with each other… Alvin complained in his heart. Of course, he didn't say it out loud. He just smiled and said, "After the human principle is burned out, there may be no humans on this planet… If you still don't understand this, then let me put it another way."

"Your desire to fight against the powerful may also vanish into thin air due to the Earth's blank slate."

Scathach's lips curled up slightly, and she looked quite excited: "I have to say, you did convince me...but you did one thing wrong."

She slowly raised the bright red spear in her hand and pointed it at Alvin.

A hint of excitement and joy welled up in those beautiful eyes, and Scathach's voice became a little higher: "Your mistake was that you shouldn't have deployed your inherent barrier, White Dragon!"

Rather than the sense of crisis such as "saving humanity" and "blank slate of the earth", she was more interested in Alvin, or the special field he was developing at this time.

Magic power quietly surged in Scathach's body.

Then she raised the Deaththorn Spear and aimed the tip at Alvin.

—Pierce! Pierce! [Spear of Deaththorn] GáE Bolg Alternative!

The next moment, the Death Thorn Spear turned into a sharp ray of light and shot towards Alvin!

The bright red light was like blood, illuminating the dark night almost instantly.

However, just as the Death Thorn Spear was about to hit Alvin, the latter suddenly raised his eyes and had a slight thought.

In this pure white space, it seemed as if countless pieces of vacuum were split in an instant, and each piece of vacuum had powerful resistance, preventing the Death Thorn Spear from advancing.

The tip of the gun moved closer to Alvin inch by inch, but the closer it got to Alvin, the stronger the resistance became.

In this space, the white light and the fiery red light of the Death Thorn Spear almost lit up the entire night sky, which was extremely spectacular.

Scathach snorted coldly and rushed towards Alvin along with the Deaththorn Spear.

Her hair danced wildly in the wind, and her beautiful figure was perfectly highlighted by the tights.

The Death Thorn Spear broke through layer upon layer of resistance, and the sharp tip of the spear shot up into the sky.

Alvin raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and punched forward.

boom……

In this space, a dull sound echoed in the "domain". The light of the Death Thorn Spear shattered inch by inch. The red light was mixed with the white light that materialized the fantasy, blending into an extremely magnificent brilliance that filled the air.

Scathach landed lightly on the ground and looked at Alvin again.

"Your inherent barrier is very powerful... but it seems that you don't quite know how to use it."

Should I say he's truly a first-rate warrior... I saw that the first time we met.

Alvin smiled noncommittally. "Actually, if you want to fight a strong opponent... I'm not the only one in Britain."

"The Knights of the Round Table can also be sparring partners."

He had spared no effort to bring Scathach into the Knights of the Round Table.

The woman didn't attack again. She just curled her lips and said, "You're quite interesting... You're actually trying to recruit an outsider into the Knights of the Round Table. Aren't you afraid that I might betray you at a critical moment?"

Alvin stared at her and smiled, "I might be afraid of others, but you won't break your promise."

Scathach was stunned, and after examining him for a moment, she suddenly smiled: "Maybe... but you haven't defeated me yet. Our agreement just now was that you need to defeat me before we can discuss the terms, right?"

Alvin was not proficient in the special power of "Dream Materialization", so she believed that she could still deal with it.

As long as the special realm where fantasy materializes is broken, the outcome will be uncertain...

As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she suddenly saw the young man looking at her with a thoughtful look.

"Ms. Scathach, what do you think? Shouldn't a duel involve using all your abilities and trump cards?"

Alvin asked.

Scathach was stunned. For some reason, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

"……certainly."

But he still answered.

"You should also be willing to accept the loss, right?"

Alvin confirmed again.

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze turned cold, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. She said, "I will keep my word... But what you just said is, are you sure you can beat me?"

"100% sure."

Alvin said, "To show my respect for you, I decided to use my strongest move."

...The strongest?!

When she heard this word, Scathach's eyes became more and more filled with fighting spirit, and she stared at Alvin excitedly.

She is a warrior. When she encounters a powerful being, she will not retreat. She will fight with all her might. Even if Alvin has powerful moves, she will not retreat.

As soon as she thought of this, she suddenly felt a cold and deep wind gently caressing her cheek.

On the ground, black mud began to spread at some point.

“Black mud…?”

She was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, she saw Alvin take a deep breath and slowly open his mouth.

"mom--!"

169

Chapter 169 Sisters in my arms.

The battle is over.

Scathach was still disheveled in the wind until Alvin left the training ground.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally came to her senses and suddenly turned her head to look at the exit of the training ground and the boy who was about to leave.

She felt extremely aggrieved. If it weren't for the consideration of face and personal qualities, anyone else would have greeted Alvin: What are you doing?

Which good guy asks for help when fighting a duel?

Even if this Tiamat is not her real body, the spiritual base of the clone is already large enough, and there is also Alvin watching her covetously... It is more like 1V2 than Solo.

But she couldn't say anything wrong about Alvin. After all, he called her "Mom" based on his own ability, and this was one of his powers.

At this moment, the young man who had just reached the door suddenly stopped, turned around, and showed a bright and warm smile: "You should keep your word, right, Miss Scathach?"

"You are the meanest man in Britain, Alvin!"

Scathach suppressed her anger.

In response to the words of the Queen of Shadow Country, Alvin just said "Hey".

After all, Bailong is originally a "humble king", so what's wrong with being a little despicable?

Besides, calling her "Mom" is one of my powers, so it shouldn't be considered a violation, right?

After walking out of the training ground, Alvin returned to the King's Hall along the path.

The round table meeting had ended not long ago, and it was almost late at night, but Altria was still working alone in the hall.

It seemed that because she hadn't had a good rest during this period of time, she was taking a nap on the table, with her proud chest resting on the table.

Her long golden hair was tied up high, with strands of hair hanging down and resting on her noble and beautiful face. Her fair and delicate skin seemed to be stained with a layer of warm luster under the light.

Alvin approached silently and glanced at the documents on the table.

The document was about the recent escalation of friction between the Hun Empire and Britain on the border. Obviously, after learning about Attila's relationship with the "Wandering Star Vanguard", Artoria also vaguely sensed the abnormality of the Hun Empire.

Although there have been some conflicts between the two sides in the past, they have never been as frequent as they have been recently... The Hun Empire would not take the initiative to provoke Britain.

All of this is most likely related to the spaceship from outer space at that time.

The owner of the spaceship is the 'civilized hunter' and the current king of the Hun Empire, Attila.

She controls her own country and constantly tests Britain's bottom line... The reason is to eventually erode British civilization.

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but complain in his heart: This little dark girl Attila really has a lot on her mind... She is testing the overall strength of Britain. If she continues to tolerate it, the Hun Empire might cross the border next time, right?

As if she had sensed the presence beside her, Altria frowned slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

She raised her head, and her beautiful holy blue eyes just reflected the boy's face.

Altria was slightly confused, and a look of surprise soon appeared on her face: "When did you come in?"

"Just now... the guards at the gate already know me. I told them not to disturb your rest."

Alvin said as he looked her over again. Even though the red dragon possessed extremely powerful self-healing abilities, he could still see visible fatigue on Altria's face.

The Red Dragon can only heal the body, but mental fatigue often cannot be recovered by relying on a strong body.

"You seem very tired. Is it because of the 'Wandering Star Sniper' incident?"

Alvin asked.

Altria shook her head and said, "Don't worry about these things... I've talked to the others today. After this, I'll send someone to the border to confirm whether the leader of the Hun Empire is a wandering star vanguard and what their purpose is..."

That being said, not everyone can see Attila... Alvin pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go to the border."

"no!"

Altria almost immediately spoke up to reject Alvin's proposal.

Alvin had left once before, and she was afraid that Alvin would never come back after going to the border this time.

"But in today's Britain, the only ones who can reach the border and be sure of getting out safely are you and me, right?"

Alvin laughed.

"You are King Arthur and cannot leave the palace at will, so I am the most suitable person."

Altria frowned slightly, still reluctant, and said: "But if you leave, Britain may not have enough manpower..."

"I just invited someone to join the Knights today... I think with her help, stabilizing the situation in Britain should be no problem."

Alvin said.

Altria was slightly startled and subconsciously asked, "Who?"

"Scathach."

Alvin laughed.

Altria's eyes moved slightly, as if she still had an impression of this name.

But why would the other party accept Alvin's invitation...? Before she could ask, she heard Alvin continue, "Let's do this... Also, you should get some rest. With my sister and I in the palace now, you don't have to bear everything alone like you did in the past."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Altria: "It's getting late today, go back and rest first."

"Am I the king or are you the king..."

Altria looked at the boy speechlessly. She was obviously King Arthur, but most of the time Alvin simply didn't listen to her.

Even like now, it has become him who decides certain things.

But Artoria was aware of the other party's stubborn character, and also knew that once the other party made up his mind, it would be difficult to change it, so she could only nod silently.

"...After you go to the Hun Empire, be careful."

At the end of her words, she reached out and held the boy's hand.

She paused for a moment, and when she noticed the boy's gentle eyes staring at her, a trace of panic flashed across her usually dignified and calm expression. She turned her face away silently and just let the boy pull her hand and leave the King's Hall.

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