Holy Spear Liberated After a Thousand Years

The place where Melly's true form is located is the inner dimension space supported by the holy spear ' Rhongomyniad ' that Rovi dropped when he was in Northern Europe, which pierced through the entire dimension.

So in fact, when Rovi arrived in Rome and the Holy Lance reacted instinctively to its creator, the half-Nightmare girl with pubescent hair already knew his identity.

However—it was not out of intention to remind ' Dragon of Albion '.

Because she was just 'mentioning' it.

But it did not 'wake up'.

His sole purpose was to warn the Dragon of Albion about the power of the newcomer, but he did not reveal its true identity.

She knew that, given Dragon of Albion's pride, he would not back down without knowing Rovi's identity.

"The sage from the east dispelled the haze that had settled over Britannia."

"The opening act of a grand drama—"

"Let me just wait and see!"

With her raised hand, she brushed aside the petals of the rocks that flowed through the air. The girl standing between the rocks had her hair flying and her plump legs, encased in black stockings, swayed gently, appearing quite pleased.

The roar of the dragon echoed across the island of Britannia.

The 'dragon' formed from the remains of Dragon of Albion stirred up storms in the center of the island.

With the dragon's arrogance.

Go and meet the 'opponent' who is coming soon.

"The dragon is angry again..."

"Lady Boudica, please leave quickly!"

"You can leave, but I won't leave!"

"But..."

"Hear my command, Celtic warriors! You are useless if you stay here. Sacrifice is not Celtic people custom!"

Such a conversation took place on the edge of the island.

On the edge of the miasma-filled landscape, a man stood atop a raised hill, gazing out over the heart of Britannia.

Her long, red hair swayed in the wind, and her tan cotton coat wrapped around her slender, youthful body. Her fair skin made her look quite athletic, and her legs, revealed by her red short skirt, were constantly bending and tensing.

The girl's azure eyes reflected the scene of Britannia's miasma surging like a storm.

A solemn expression appeared on her face.

She turned around and ordered the soldiers following her to leave the area quickly.

These are the original inhabitants of the Celtic people, who once ravaged countless areas of the European continent and now live on the island of Britannia. They are brave and skilled warriors who live on this harsh island.

The girl named Boudica is the chieftain of a tribe on the island of Britannia, a lithe and powerful female warrior.

Despite her young age, Boudica had already experienced countless battles before this.

Her fight against the Celtic people in, never ceased—even though the dragon never cared about them.

As the embodiment of the island and a manifestation of natural disasters, the Dragon of Albion can unleash a storm that terrifies humanity with just a single breath.

The dragon that roamed the Britannian Isle was so powerful that the rulers of Britannia, in desperation, pinned their hopes on the mighty Roman Empire to eliminate the threat.

However, what followed was even stronger oppression.

Therefore, Boudica knew that the only way to protect his homeland and his people was through his own strength.

To gain sufficient power, one must preserve enough embers.

Boudica did not refuse Martha's arrival, and Boudica had been pushing for Martha to encourage people to get out of the house.

Otherwise, even if Martha's power was extremely strong, how could the Celtic people possibly accept the advice of an outsider, leave Britannia, and abandon their homeland?

Now, Boudica could only sincerely hope that Martha would succeed.

I sincerely hope that the people of Britannia can overcome this predicament.

We can only hope... rather than witness it with our own eyes.

Because others left.

Boudica, however, could not and did not intend to leave.

She was the chieftain of the tribe and the leader of the warriors.

She had to stay, stay in her homeland, and with her death, show those who left the way home.

"Leave, Celtic warriors!"

"We must preserve enough of the flame for Britannia. Please remember, we went out only so that one day we could come back."

"I will be here to show you the way home!"

Boudica raised her sword high and shouted, "Obey my command!"

"Yes, Your Highness Boudica!"

"We leave only to return!"

"Britannia, Celtic people, will never abandon their homeland!"

The tall warriors paused for a moment, then slowly bowed and paid their respects to the revered prince.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

As the storm approached and the miasma moved even more violently, the warriors finally turned without hesitation and headed towards the ships anchored at sea on the edge of the Britannian Isle.

Leave a spark.

Leaving behind... the hope of returning home.

Boudica remained standing on high, gazing directly at the surging torrent before her. In the desolate world shrouded in miasma, she could vaguely see the outlines of countless swaying plants and trees. Though faint, they were all familiar to Boudica.

In the Sailor Girl's memory, Britannia's environment has not always been like this. Although it is surrounded by the sea, it was once a peaceful and quiet place.

When she was young, everything was actually quite peaceful.

But at some point, the dragon rose from the earth and brought disaster. At some point, people began to call the dragon ' Albion ', saying that it was the embodiment of the Britannian Isle and the earth's discontent with the people living on it.

That's why they keep pressing humanity.

That's why they seek revenge against the people living on this land.

The dragon brought destruction, damaging and confining the environment that was originally suitable for human survival.

This is painful for the people living here. Most people suffer but are powerless to change it. But Boudica believes that since there is suffering, there must be change. This is the reason why she has been fighting.

She grew up here.

This is her hometown.

So she decided to save this place—even at the cost of her own life.

"You evil dragon!"

"The Will of the Celts is unwavering, and their Sword of the Celts never falter."

With a clang, facing the raging storm and the enormous black shadow slowly rising from the layers of miasma, its terrifying, mountain-like, suspended form only brought a smile to Boudica's face, who was filled with the will to die.

The girl drew her sword.

She will bravely face death.

In the name of the Celtic, she will never back down!

The dragon's roar echoed louder and louder, and the enormous shadow of the dragon emerged from the black mist, its open eyes like two bright, golden suns and moons.

Boudica stood leaning on his sword.

The dragon's oppressive force instantly crushed the ground, revealing large areas of cracks and fragments, as if a giant cart wheel had rolled over it.

Get closer, get closer.

Death is imminent.

Rin's will also be present before her—

Boudica closed her eyes, but the voices of the two women and the man, which spoke one after another, echoed in her ears:

"Lord, protect those who are brave and fearless in protecting their homeland!"

"Hmm? He is indeed a valiant warrior. My Rome needs someone like him!"

"All you can do is say yes, right?"

Death did not come.

The explosive pressure seemed to be blocked in front of him.

That first sound...

"Lady Martha?"

"Hmm? We meet again, Princess Boudica."

The saintess in the khaki robes, holding a cross-shaped spear, appeared before Boudica. Her beautiful face, partially hidden by her long purple hair, revealed a smile, "It's a pleasure to see you safe and sound, and I'm also glad we made it in time."

"What are you doing..." The young Celtic warrior opened his mouth.

Martha wasn't the only one in front of them.

A blonde girl in a flowing red dress, blooming like a rose flame, embraced her surprisingly full breasts. Though petite and slender, she possessed an undeniable, powerful, and noble aura. "I am Nero Claudius, Roman Emperor! All people should kneel in reverence and praise my perfection—"

Before Nero could finish speaking, someone next to him tapped him on the forehead. "You just said there was no need to kneel, but the emperor's word is law!"

The blonde girl's powerful aura instantly crumbled. She clutched her head and made a muffled sound, with only one strand of her dazzling blonde hair still sticking up high, displaying her 'arrogance'.

The hand that had struck the girl's head withdrew, the man patted his robe, and looked at Boudica.

A young, handsome, and slender boy.

However, it was he...

Standing at the very front of the crowd, closest to the direction from which the Dragon of Albion was attacking, he blocked the raging disaster.

Boudica was stunned.

"Your Highness Boudica, this is the Emperor of Rome, and this is our 'Son of God'."

'The Holy Son?' Boudica certainly knew that Martha's wanderings were to spread the gospel of the 'Lord,' and Boudica was also aware of the various meanings of the 'Lord' she referred to, such as ' the Spirit of the Void, the Lord in heaven, and the Son on earth.'

But she thought it was just an ideal existence constructed by Martha herself, since only special Roman gods could manifest themselves in the present world within Rome.

After the Age of Gods ended, the other gods left only one name to be passed down in the underworld.

But now a 'holy son' has suddenly appeared?

And it even blocked the attack of Dragon of Albion?

"I am Rovi," Rovi said, looking at Boudica. "The First Advisor to the Roman Emperor."

Both a holy son and an assistant?

"According to Roman Law, we have come to take over the territory of Britannia and—eliminate the threats on this land!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Boudica heard a series of heavy footsteps behind her.

Boudica glanced at her sideways.

Countless tall figures clad in armor marched in perfect unison, raising their spears and javelins high as they traversed the sea as if on flat ground. Even amidst the swaying waves, their formation remained steadfast.

The Roman legions came across the sea.

And behind them were countless Britannia and Celtic civilians who had been led away by Martha.

'Lady Boudica...'

'We're back!'

'...'

We followed the ox all the way, galloping forward.

Having decided to come, neither Rovi nor Nero would hesitate in the slightest, much less go back on their word.

Leading a large army.

They came to escort the Britannia and soldiers.

The tranquility of the Britannia islands was shattered; waves crashed as Rome landed.

The red-haired warrior girl hesitated for a moment; Boudica actually wanted to say that you are no match for her.

She knew all too well how terrible the dragon was.

But seeing the performance of this 'holy son' before him, this assistant to the Roman Empire, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Maybe he can?

Maybe...

"Don't worry, Your Highness Boudica." Martha saw what Boudica was thinking, "The dragon is powerful, but it is no match for the Holy Son."

"I have also received His Majesty the Emperor's promise—from now on, Britannia will be under the protection of Rome."

"Free from oppression and bullying, treated the same as the people of Rome!"

"Hmm? That's right!" Nero lowered her hands from above her head, glanced at Rovi, and snorted, "Now that Britannia is Rome, you are my subjects, and I will protect everything in Rome!"

"This is my promise!"

Boudica took a deep breath. Martha wasn't a reckless or foolish person. Since she was here, it proved she was confident.

She didn't believe in Rome, she didn't believe in Rovi, but she believed in Martha, a person who absolutely adhered to morality. "I believe in you!"

Rovi, on the other end, simply smiled.

He ignored the conversation between the people behind him.

He simply turned around and faced the central direction of Britannia, facing the enormous shadow that rose high above.

The Dragon of Albion was also gazing at itself.

Those shimmering golden dragon eyes were also looking at him.

"The Primordial Human— "

"Could pure humans have been born in the beginning?"

A majestic and powerful voice boomed in Rovi's ears, and Rovi responded, "Nothing is impossible."

"Dragon formed from Albion's remains, step back and leave this place. I don't want to kill you!"

It's pointless to say you don't want to do it.

The goal is to provoke the other party.

The island of Britannia is an extremely special existence, a mutated island caused by the death of Albion, the highest-ranking Dragon Kind from the Mythic Age, here.

This is one of the 'pivots' of the mortal realm, a place where the flow of mystery is extremely slow.

The dragon standing here is more powerful than when it brought its claws down over Rome!

Of course, Rovi would not give up the opportunity to fight him.

Fighting is a path to death.

It is also the necessary tempering to become stronger.

"Kill me? What an arrogant statement!"

The enormous dragon raised its long neck high, its massive head piercing through the miasma, looking down at the land and the people on the edge of the island.

The golden dragon's eyes flashed coldly, and the oppressive aura emanating from it sent chills down everyone's spines.

"Protect His Majesty!"

The Roman Legion surged forward, flanking Nero.

But Nero pushed them away.

The girl walked to Rovi's side.

"I am the emperor, and I should stand at the very front!"

"This is not a stage for you to dance alone!"

The emperor's words were arrogant and self-evident.

Martha followed along.

"Following the glory of the Lord is also what I seek in this world—"

"This is my home."

Boudica drew her sword and stepped forward, and having already resolved to die, she felt no fear whatsoever.

"Roar!"

More and more people are confronting the majesty of the dragon.

The Dragon of Albion felt its dignity had been violated, so it spread its wings even larger and displayed even more terrifying power.

The island trembled, and the ground roared and shook.

The dragon's rage erupted at this moment.

At the same time, Rovi reached out his hand.

To fight with the dragon.

Provoke their anger, and then fight them with all your might.

That was his goal.

A person who is not afraid of death, nor does he fear death.

They also do not hesitate to show their strength.

Its location is one of the fulcrums of the world and an important pillar of Human Order.

So, what is its fulcrum?

Without a doubt...

"Respond to my call, appear here..."

" —Rhongomyniad,"

"Rhongomyniad!"

The sea of flowers roared and trembled. Melly sat atop the tower, her hands supporting her chin, her pretty face radiating excitement.

A brilliant light rises from the ground.

This moment.

The Holy Lance, dazzling and magnificent.

This phenomenon is once again evident since the time of Northern Europe a thousand years ago.