The Legend of Shirou in Another World

"Shirou!" Artoria called out.

"Yes! I am the bone of the sword I wield, this body is made of the sword... Unlimited Blade Works--!!" Shirou immediately activated his Inherent Domain, pulling the dragon into this world. On the red wasteland, on the land of steel, Noble Phantasm could be seen everywhere.

"This is... amazing! Young man!" Lamorak exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the scene.

"Lamorak, stop dawdling! Lead the charge!" Artoria commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Lamorak's spirits lifted, and the spear in his hand gleamed. He was the strongest and most valiant knight among the Knights of the Round Table, and his greatest skill was this kind of head-on charge.

Roar!!!

The dragon Vortigern found itself pulled into a strange alternate dimension once again, losing its connection with the land. Enraged, it raised its giant claws and slammed them down on the ants around it.

"Hah!!!" Lamorak gripped his spear, which was thicker than most men's, and charged at the dragon's claws as it slammed down.

BOOM!!!

A heavy thud resounded as the gleaming spear swept away the dragon's descending claw, damaging most of its scales in the process. Black Mud writhed and covered the scales, but the repair process was several times slower than before.

"Good! It seems that the dragon can't be easily resurrected within this Inherent Domain! Charge! Charge! Now's the time to cut Vortigern into pieces!" Pellinore shouted with delight, riding his horse and brandishing his silver spear, leading his knights in a charge forward.

"Soldiers! Grab your weapons and charge!" Shirou shouted.

"Yes! Drink up!!!" Upon hearing the boy's command, the soldiers immediately drew the Noble Phantasm they found pleasing to the eye and charged forward.

"I never thought I'd be so excited!"

"Since this is my treasure, I'll risk my life!" The fearless soldiers, their fighting spirit ignited, charged towards the demonic dragon, wielding crimson spears and gleaming swords. For a moment, they displayed a ferocity even greater than that of the knights.

This time, the dragon scales failed to stop the attack. The soldiers hacked and stabbed with all their might, piercing the dragon's body. Although the wounds were not large, they still caused Vortigern pain. He turned his long neck and opened his huge mouth to bite the insects of the prisoners on the ground.

"Where are you looking, you stupid dragon! Hah!" Mordred leaped high into the air, his Greatsword slashing down on Vortigern's head, sparks flying like metal clashing against metal. Vortigern's gaping maw was cleaved open and fell to the ground.

"Hmph! Vortigern has already degenerated into a beast, so don't even think about escaping!"

"Roar!" The demonic Vortigern, tormented by the swarm attack, roared and spread its wings, trying to fly away.

"Don't even think about it!" King Pellinore charged forward, hurling three silver spears that Vortigern's wings, snapping and exploding. The last silver spear he drew absorbed the shimmering light from the explosion, emitting a golden glow that embodied his life's glory, unleashing his strongest attack. "The Glory of the Broken Golden Sword!!!"

The Barbarian King roared in battle, raised his axe, and brought it down heavily, severing one of the dragon Vortigern's wings.

Mordred's Greatsword ignited with demonic flames, then erupted with crimson lightning, burning the other tattered wing to a crisp.

The towering knight Lamorak shouted and activated his Noble Phantasm. His entire body shone brightly, and his bulging muscles unleashed tremendous power. He raised his gleaming spear and pierced through the dragon's claws, pinning it to the ground.

Artoria rushed forward, raising her golden holy sword and piercing the other claw of the Vortigern.

Seeing the opportunity, the soldiers behind him also surrounded the dragon, taking the chance to inflict more wounds on his enemies.

"Aaaaah!" The severely wounded Vortigern was gushing black blood, staining the ground beneath him and relentlessly eroding the world within its Inherent Domain.

Although Vortigern, as the embodiment of the earth, lost the advanced intelligence that dragons should possess, his survival instinct led him to deliberately injure himself. This allowed his blood's ability to corrode the world, combined with the effects of the Black Mud, to continuously disintegrate Shirou's Inherent Domain.

"Shirou!" Artoria called out as she turned around.

"I understand!" Shirou replied, determined not to give the dragon any more chances this time.

Magic is being lost in large quantities; everything must end before the Inherent Domain is dispelled.

However, it must be a fatal blow! If that's not done, even if the dragon is reduced to a mere piece of flesh and returns to its original world, it might be resurrected.

At this moment, driven by the boy's strong will, the Magic Eye fully unfolded, revealing a kaleidoscope of colors like fragments of a kaleidoscopic display. It was no longer a jewel reflecting light, but rather radiating its own light. The Magic Eye pierced through the Holy Grail and connected to the surrounding space, absorbing all the great source of magical energy, 'Mana'.

The Magic Eye connects many worlds, searching for a dragon-slaying master capable of breaking the status quo.

Found him! He was both a military officer and a saint who had protected many Christianity countries. Riding a True Magic horse given to him by a witch, and wielding a spear and a sword, he swiftly and decisively slew the venomous dragon.

Shirou's spirits lifted, and he chose to summon the being with whom he had initially formed a bond— the Great Hero who slayed the dragon, Saint George!

Under the premise of simulating Spirit Origin, a possession summoning was performed once again.

"Shirou, then I'll lend you my power." The reddish-brown-haired man who was maintaining a camera in Chaldea felt the call of the Magic Eye, so he put down his work and agreed.

The boy's golden hair grew longer and cascaded down his back, and his divine aura surged once more, radiating a dazzling Holy Light. His armor was covered by a white cloak with a red cross, and the Holy Lance, gleaming with golden spiral light, was also blessed with the saint's 'dragon-slaying' blessing.

As the renowned guardian of Britain, Saint George was greatly enhanced the moment he possessed the boy. Legend has it that even the English flag was designed based on Saint George's red cross.

Artoria, who had run back, reached out and joined Shirou in grasping the Holy Lance, aiming it at the demon dragon.

"Let's end this endless battle!" Shirou said.

The Round Table meeting begins.

In the conference room surrounding the enormous Round Table, several knights stood and proclaimed in unison.

[This battle is a battle for survival] — Admitted, Kai.

[This war is not a war against humanity] — Acknowledgment, Gaharis.

[This battle is a battle to pursue the truth] — Acknowledgment, Agravain.

[This battle is not a battle against the spirits] — Admitted, Lancelot.

[This battle is not for personal gain] — Acknowledgment of Galahad.

This meeting transcended time and space; it seemed distant, yet it was completed in an instant, before the dragon could even break free of its restraints.

The light emanating from the Holy Lance was intensifying at an astonishing rate. By this time, the lance had expanded to more than half its original size, resembling a pillar of light rather than a lance itself. The boy and girl, who were holding the Holy Lance together, exchanged a glance and shouted in unison.

[This battle is the battle to save the world!]----!!!

The Holy Lance broke the seal! The radiance of the World Anchor pierced through the Black Mud covering the dragon, revealing Vortigern's true form.

Shirou and Artoria gripped the Holy Lance together and unleashed their strongest attack in that instant, breaking the Six Paths Holy Lance with a single strike. Saint George's blessing of 'Dragon Slayer' was bestowed upon the Holy Lance, and the hard body of the Vortigern became as fragile as paper when it touched the light of the Holy Lance, easily passing through it.

Roar!!! The bound dragon made its final struggle at this moment. It roared, causing all its muscles to bulge and its ruptured blood vessels to gush out blood like a waterfall. The blood turned into a large amount of Black Mud, which tried to devour the Inherent Domain completely.

The light from the Holy Lance burned away the Black Mud within the dragon's body and its connection to the earth, turning everything into fragments that were then enveloped by the dazzling radiance. Finally, this golden light shot into the sky, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light, like a colossal tower reaching to the heavens in the world.

"Roar...!!!" The demonic Vortigern raised its head high, looking at the stars in the sky, and finally began to disintegrate, its huge body turning into crystalline dust bit by bit.

Chapter 159 The Legend of Shirou from Another World

As the beam of light in the sky gradually dissipated, golden snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on the surrounding grass, while the Black Mud hidden in the earth continued to shrink.

The dragon's body, lying on the ground, resembled a cracked eggshell, revealing a gaunt old man with a long white beard. He seemed to have regained his senses and looked at the girl and boy standing at the front.

"My foolish brother, Uther's son, Artoria ... thank you for freeing me this time, but my poor niece, have you made another cruel choice?" Vortigern looked at Shirou beside the girl and sighed.

"Your Vile King, explain yourself! Who sent you here?" Artoria asked the old man seriously after hearing the strange question.

"It's all meaningless, just like Britain you're trying to save. We will all die, but the earth will endure. Compared to this land, how short and fragile is life, which has existed for a mere 4 billion years? Perhaps everything we are is just the helpless fate called life." Vortigern sighed, turned into a glowing light, leaving only the dragon's body, and disappeared from this world.

Mordred cursed, then looked at the boy beside her and asked, "Damn it, they ran away. Shirou, what happened?"

"As long as this world is fixed, that's all that matters." Shirou shook his head and said with a light laugh.

Meanwhile, the knights on the other side were also showing off their battle exploits.

"Hahaha! See? This is what happens when you oppose me, King Pellinore! So what if you Vortigern, are the strongest lord? After death, you're still a defeated general under my spear."

"Father..." Lamorak covered his face, feeling utterly ashamed.

However, those lords, who all looked so smug, weren't really doing much better.

"It's over..." The soldier gazed at the light tower in the sky, recovering from his shock, and sighed.

"Ora ora ora~!" The barbarian people picked up the dragon wing that the Barbarian King had slashed down and ran wildly across the grassland, shouting and celebrating loudly.

"Ahhh, Jerry, I've finally avenged you!" A knight, carrying Noble Phantasm he'd picked up from the camp the day before, rushed to the mangled remains of the dragon, smashing it as he shouted excitedly.

"Damn it! Tom!! I'm not dead yet! You died a terrible death! Tom~! Teddy~!" A short knight rushed forward, picked up a sharp dagger, and kept stabbing at the gaps in the dragon scales, digging them out as trophies.

'What's wrong with these guys? They weren't even as good as the soldiers just now. Turns out the frying pan and peeling knife I Projection yesterday still haven't disappeared...'

"Whoa! You idiots!" At this moment, the knight named Teddy charged forward, carrying a Chinese iron pot.

"Shirou, what are you looking at?" Little Mo followed the boy's gaze and then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! As expected of that idiot Pellinore's henchmen, are they going to collect dragon meat to eat?"

Little Mo suddenly paused, her eyes shining as she looked at the boy and asked, "Hey! Shirou! Is this meat edible?"

Artoria then looked at the boy and asked him a question.

"No, no, if it were still fresh dragon meat, I could try making it for you, but this stuff has been infused with Black Mud, and has been fertilized with corpses and resentment. It'll make you sick." Shirou waved his hands.

"Is that so..." Little Mo and Artoria lowered their heads in regret.

Hearing Little Mo's burst of laughter, the knights noticed Shirou looking in their direction and ran up, laughing as well.

"Hehehe, Shirou, these are the things you left behind. We're returning them to you." The knights said with sheepish smiles, reluctantly handing over the Noble Phantasm they held. Because they were among the weakest knights under King Pellinore, they could only manage to snatch these few remaining items.

Shirou saw these Projection kitchen utensils of himself, and since he had been brought into Inherent Domain, they were assumed to be Noble Phantasm and supplied with magical energy. In that case, they could probably last for another day or two.

Seeing the appearance of the knights, Shirou laughed and said, "Uh... no, it's alright. You can keep them if you like, but they're just a product of the Inherent Domain, so they can't last long."

The knights exchanged glances, then smiled and said, "Now we understand a little better how those soldiers felt."

"Thank you for your generosity, but we'll be almost gone by dawn."

"What a pity! If we had met a wise ruler like you while we were alive, we would have rushed over to swear allegiance to you no matter what."

"Huh, are they leaving so soon?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Well, because we were originally spirits summoned by Vortigern. Now that Vortigern has disappeared, we can't stay here for long. But being summoned this time isn't all bad, since we ate some delicious food!" the knight explained to the boy, then burst into laughter.

"Haha, it's more like if there were always such good things happening every time, you could call us out anytime!"

"That's exactly what I meant, hahaha!"

The three knights laughed heartily, then bowed and departed. "Then we'll take our leave. Having participated in the dragon-slaying battle, we must show off properly!"

Shirou waved to the knights, then looked at the ponytail-wearing girl beside him and asked, "Little Mo, are you like this too?"

"Yeah, that's how it is. Da Vinci teleported me here using this world as a medium. I'll probably leave with these guys too. Damn it, I wanted to stay here a few more days," Little Mo said unhappily.

"..." Artoria glanced at the girl, then shoved a cup that was swirling with magical energy into Mordred's arms.

"Eh? Father King?!" Little Mo asked in astonishment.

"Take this back to Chaldea and let Da Vinci help you figure out a solution," Artoria instructed.

"Ah... yes!" Little Mo was stunned for a moment, then happily agreed, carefully holding the cup. It was the first time she had received something so precious from her Father King.

Little Mo shivered and hugged herself, seemingly unable to accept it all at once. She stared blankly at the boy and asked, "Shirou... what should I do? Father King is being so nice to me all of a sudden, it feels so disgusting...!"

Shirou looked at the girl helplessly and said, "Little Mo... you silly child..."

"It seems that if I were to bring you to this world, I'd have to retrain you. If you're not mature enough, you'd better go back to school for retraining," Artoria said coldly.

"Eh? Why... school?! Is it the kind of place Eriri goes to? I'm already a full-fledged knight, I don't need that kind of learning anymore!" Mordred argued.

"Looks like we'll have to start from elementary school," Artoria remarked.

"No, that's too unfair. Little Mo gets a little tutoring and starts reading from the second year of middle school, he should be able to keep up," Shirou advised with a smile.

"It's alright, Mordred. I'll make time to tutor you later, or I can arrange for Mash to help you. That girl really enjoys reading and learning."

"Suddenly, I don't feel the same way about coming to this world," Little Mo said awkwardly, squatting on the ground.

The dragon Vortigern was slain, and the valiant warriors departed from this world. This world then separated from Shirou's world and continued to exist independently. Among the natives of this land, the legend of the Sacred Cauldron Warriors has been passed down through generations. Before the battle, the dragon-slaying warriors ate a dish made from the legendary cooking utensils, which granted them immense divine Divine Power. Together, they defeated the dragon.

This tradition has continued ever since.

This is CCTV, the 21st-century channel for Chinese television. They say the world's best food comes from China, and if China were gone, the whole world could go to Britain.

Today, the annual British traditional War of the Holy Cauldron is about to begin. Food is a medium for communication, especially for Great Britain. Back then, the Native Americans who had seized land from the Indians were clamoring for a war of independence. However, the Queen of Great Britain made a decisive move and sent seven royal chefs, from 001 to 007, to take turns cooking for the British people there for seven days and seven nights.

Finally, the Americans were satisfied with their meal, abandoned the war, and engaged in friendly negotiations. Thus, to this day, the Americas remain Britain territory.

The three teams participating this time include the English gourmet knight, the witty Lelouch Lamperouge, and his friend, the rare female knight Caren Hudattafeld.

England, having learned from its past mistakes, has brought in foreign aid this time: Suzaku, a Japanese-British man with an Asian appearance. With the assistance of Japanese cuisine, known as the most delicious outside of China, Britain, and France, it is hoped that they can achieve good results this year.

"Yes! Those who are new to this competition will be surprised because their weapons and flags have the same symbol, and both bear the Chinese Tai Chi symbol. The flags even feature a Tai Chi symbol on a frying pan, a knife, and a Chinese iron wok! They are decorated with a mix of red, black, and white, all colors that Chinese people like. It's incredible!"

The Irish team fielded three food knights: Kennedy, Wilde, and Shaw.

The Scottish team fielded three Gourmet Knights: David Hume, Watt, and Adam Smith.

The weapons of the contestants who came out later were much more powerful: pig-slaughtering knives! Chinese cleaver! Kennedy was holding two woks with handles. Don't underestimate these kitchen utensils. Although these are just kitchen utensils made according to legend, even if they are used against a pistol, the super alloy on them can easily deflect it without leaving any dent.

In Watt's hands are the legendary iron pot and clay pot, from which his ancestors are said to have been inspired to invent the steam engine, thus freeing the world from relying solely on cherry blossoms as an energy source.

"The competition has officially begun. It's time for a battle for ingredients. The ingredients provided for this competition are limited, and all members can use cooking utensils to fight and grab them. The competition ends when all the ingredients are returned to their respective cooking stations. Fight on! The team that falls behind will have to use the remaining ingredients."

"The only female knight present, Caren, charged forward with a small knife in hand. Kennedy, on the other side, swung two woks like two giant hammers, aiming to smash them down on Caren's head. Danger!"