Fairy Lancelot? No, Archangel Michael

Although Britain is not in Northern Europe, the distance between them is not far, and there is a mysterious connection between the two regions in this world.

Perhaps they share the same origin, or perhaps they share the same destination, just like Skadi of Norse mythology and Scathach, the queen of Carl.

Therefore, the holy lance that was dropped from Rovi mythology, and the Star Anchor used to anchor the 'membrane' of the new world, landed on this huge island isolated overseas.

The Holy Spear 'Rhongomyniad' is right here.

Rovi will not draw his gun.

But he didn't need to draw his gun.

Simply by acting as the creator of the Holy Lance, invoking its resonance and vibration, and allowing its power to activate naturally, one can achieve this at this moment...

Tear apart the home advantage of the Dragon of Albion on the island of Britannia!

The ground shook even more violently.

A dazzling light appeared in the air, scattering in wisps like a rainbow bridge suspended in the sky.

"You are—"

"The King of the Wild Hunt!?"

Dragon of Albion's golden dragon eyes suddenly contracted and condensed, the vertical pupils transforming into a sharp point.

He still knew of the name of the Wild Hunt from a thousand years ago.

The being who ushered in the era of the Norse gods a thousand years ago, He had heard of their name countless times.

The pioneer of a new world, the creator and anchor of the Star Anchor...

But that is God.

The guy in front of me is clearly a human!

"Is there any inherent opposition between man and god?" Rovi grinned, ignoring the Dragon of Albion's astonishment. He simply issued the order, "Roman Legion, blockade this coastline and prevent any survivors from entering or leaving!"

"Your Her Majesty Nero— "

"Hmm?" Despite being the Roman Emperor, the young girl seemed very obedient. "Speak, my aide!"

"I trust you completely!"

"Then I beg Your Majesty to exercise your [Royal Power] and use the power of the Moon Cell to seal off this island."

"Don't let it escape!"

"Hmm, give it to me!" Nero grinned.

Martha looked over and asked, "Your Holy Son, Your Excellency, what should I do?"

"Me too," Boudica said at the same time.

"You..."

Rovi glanced at the two girls with different postures, paused, turned around and stood in front of her, only his words floating in the air. "Watch the show."

Eating melon seeds?

Watching a play?

Martha and Boudica were both stunned at the same time.

However, in such battles, it is common for them to be unable to help. People like Nero, who receive the special "favor" of the "Moon Cell," are ultimately very few and far between.

Rovi stepped into the vast miasma.

The shadow of the Dragon of Albion appeared, its massive body casting a dark, cloud-like shadow that instantly obscured Rovi's vision.

The enormous dragon head spewed out a storm of breath, and its outstretched wings resembled clouds hanging from the sky. At this moment, Britannia and the vast island land resembled the surging body of a giant dragon, and the grass, trees and hills were like the intricate scales.

The dragon's shadow is the island itself.

The scale manifested by the island's incarnation—a scale of power comparable to that of the Primordial Human, reaching a level sufficient to influence the planet itself.

Because it is an island in itself.

Furthermore, Britannia is a very special place; aside from the influence of the remains of the Dragon of Albion, it is the region on the European continent closest to the Sea of Stars.

Just like the Three Immortal Islands overseas of Divine Land Huaxia.

The reason why Dragon of Albion the Age of Gods, died here was because at the end of the Age of Gods, the primordial dragon of the world attempted to dig a path through Britain to the Sea of Stars.

That's why the Dragon of Albion died here—it died in the tunnel after exhausting its energy during the excavation process.

Therefore, although Britannia is an island, the area covered by its own mysterious realm is equivalent to that of the mainland.

The same applies to size and specifications!

This is the source of the confidence and strength of the dragon formed from the remains of the Dragon of Albion.

"So what if you're Primordial Human? You've intruded into this place; you're no match for me!"

The dragon formed from the remains of Dragon of Albion roared angrily, appearing proud and self-important. "The Star Anchor can only restrain my connection with the remains of Albion's main body, but it cannot suppress my power as the island itself!"

In a sense, the dragon formed from the remains of the primordial dragon of the realm stands on the island of Britannia and possesses dual amplification.

The remains of the Dragon of Albion, and the embodiment of the island.

The power of double eyelids.

The stacking of double horns.

Even though He was held back by the Holy Lance, He still had enough confidence.

"I don't care who you are, whether you are the Primordial Human or the King of Fury, this is my territory."

"I am the left hand of the Primordial Dragon."

"I am the sole ruler of Britannia— "

"My words are the Heavenly Principle!"

Boom!

Wings fluttered, the wind tore through the air, and the ground roared and echoed. The Holy Lance, shining brightly in the sky, remained unmoved, but as the Dragon of Albion had said, its ability to restrain the connection between the Dragon of Albion's corpse and the Dragon of the Island was already at its limit.

The Star Anchor is not invincible, and besides, the Holy Lance is not the only Star Anchor.

Powerful, but not omnipotent.

Standing in the midst of the raging wind, Rovi saw the sky, the earth, the grass and trees, the hills and swamps all pressing down on him in an instant.

He stood there, facing the storm with his human body, like a small boat adrift in a raging storm.

But this one turbulent wave remained perfectly still.

No matter how rapid the current is

No matter how turbulent the winds...

"The Heavenly Principle, is that it? The 'Heavens' I have defeated are not just one or two!"

From the Mesopotamian struggle against the gods, to the Greek era's confrontation with Zeus, the King of the Gods, to the Norse battle against the Odin, and finally to the gathering of the spirits of the Divine Land Huaxia... at which point in Rovi's journey was it not a struggle against the so-called 'heaven'?

Fight against the heavens.

For him, it was always a source of endless joy—

"Your arrogance is utterly despicable!"

Rovi Wei stepped forward, his long robe billowing and soaring into the sky.

The dragon of remains spread its wings and fully displayed its power. The Spirit Origin that carries its power is the entire island of Britannia, a large island formed by the four regions of England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland.

With the size of an island, it rivals the scale of a continent, bearing the power of the Primordial Dragon.

Even so, the Dragon of Remains never underestimated Rovi in the slightest.

No, and I dare not.

Because they are both original.

But the dragon of remains has enough confidence.

Because this is His territory.

As a matter of Heavenly Principle, it is something that no human can defy!

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth, and the miasma that had enveloped the surrounding area shattered like a broken mirror. A tremendous force surged upwards, and the dragon of remains opened its mouth to meet the figure of the person who was soaring into the sky.

The dragon's breath opened.

Like the gaping maw of an abyss, it gathers a raging storm.

Top to bottom...

Rovi soared into the sky!

Like a balloon, the hand he waved instantly expanded and grew, its surface gleaming with a steely sheen, its structure transforming into gears and the appearance of mechanical rotation.

As it grew stronger against the wind, the Mechanical Body partially appeared, and it grabbed the mouth of the dragon's remains.

The dragon's breath was abruptly interrupted, and the dragon's remains let out a hoarse roar. It suddenly raised its enormous dragon claw and angrily swung it down.

But it was then grabbed by another massive arm that lifted up and transformed into a machine.

In just a moment.

From the arms, then the head, waist, torso, and feet... what appeared before the dragon was no longer the same person from before.

It is a colossal Machine God, a ' Mechanical Body ' forged from steel.

Its size is no less than that of a dragon's shadow, and its terrifying appearance is no less than that of an evil dragon.

The dragon roared, astonished and furious. It shook its massive body, and the gale-force winds from its wings slashed at the Machine God like countless blades, but only left fleeting, shallow marks on its surface.

The sharp, massive dragon claws were gripped in one hand, and the ferocious dragon mouth was tightly constricted by the palm. The dragon twisted its enormous body, only able to swing its long tail behind it as it slammed and crashed.

With a loud bang.

Rovi bent his knees and rose, his feet propelling out jets of energy. The fiery lava streaked across the air, and his knees sent the oncoming dragon tail flying.

A fight devoid of any skill, a hand-to-hand combat resembling primitive animal fighting.

But amidst this interplay, the sky over Britannia constantly shifted colors, the earth trembled continuously, mountains tilted, and countless beasts ran about in terror.

"Father of the Heavenly Emperor..."

At the edge of the island, Martha's eyes shone brightly, and her heart was filled with even greater devotion.

Boudica gripped the sword tightly in her hand.

We must win...

"Hmm, such impressive power! No wonder you're my assistant!" Nero exclaimed with pride, as if she were the one fighting in the sky.

The Emperor of Rome was proud and arrogant, and she was also waiting for her chance to make her move.

Just then, a roar that startled heaven and earth shook everything. As if its fur had been bristled, the pale scales of the dragon, formed from a portion of Albion's skeleton, stood up abruptly. The sharp, piercing pain made Rovi involuntarily release his grip. Although it was a machine, the intelligent Machine God of Atlantis had long since incorporated all the functions that life could simulate into it.

A stinging sensation and a reactive response to a threat are among them.

As Rovi let go, the dragon twisted its slender body and slapped its tail at him again.

He clapped his hands together, clamped the dragon's tail between them, turned his legs and twisted his body, and threw it far away with all his might!

Dragon of Albion was thrown directly away.

He roared, and in the process, he quickly flapped his wings to stabilize his flying body, changed direction, and rushed into the sky.

Without turning his head...

He wanted to run away—

The previous confidence and arrogance vanished with the form that Rovi revealed at this moment; the dragon from Albion's remains possessed an extremely strong power over the dragon.

He believed that as the origin, Rovi could not completely defeat Him, let alone kill Him.

But He never placed his hopes on that.

If it's time to retreat, then retreat.

"My chance to make a move has come!" It was all planned long ago that Nero would seal off this area, preventing the dragon from escaping.

And in that instant, Nero lifted the hem of her fiery red, rose-like skirt, took a step forward, her movements like a passionate dance. She raised her slender hand upward, and a noble smile appeared on her beautiful face, "That moon high in the sky—"

"Hear my call."

"Send down your clear frost flowers!"

At this moment, the emperor was sacred and noble.

The Roman Legion bowed their heads.

Martha and Boudica were even less likely to adopt the mindset described by Rovi, acting as mere spectators.

If that dragon isn't completely dealt with...

If it is allowed to escape, the Britannia problem will never be solved!

"Dragon, fall from the sky!"

The fiery Rose Emperor's final words faded away.

A ray of light descended from the sky.

During the day, the moon's shadow appeared in the sky as she spoke.

Its radiance fell upon the dragon as it leaped upwards, an invisible pressure momentarily halting it, like a shackle falling instantly.

The flapping wings froze for a moment, but only for a moment before being torn apart.

"Hmm? It seems my [royal power] is not perfect enough..." Nero paused, but then smiled. "However, it's enough. I'll leave it to you—my lord!"

"Leave it to me!"

The aerial Machine God, Rovi, had already spread his arms wide.

The energy flame that appeared on his chest instantly became even more intense and dazzling, and before it, a vast mass of magical power converged.

This is Magic Cannon powered by pure fire energy.

It is a powerful attack method that Atlantis's Sky Fortress mech possessed from the beginning.

I had never used it before, simply because I didn't need it.

This is a killer move.

It exhausts all of the machine's energy and cannot be used again for a short period of time, but at the right moment, it can destroy the real killing move that is of the same specifications.

And now—

Opportunity (kōngshì)

Rovi will use this to pierce the sky like a dragon.

The emperor of the earth was made to wield his power.

Let that dragon...

"Fall!"

A deafening explosion echoed throughout the heavens and earth, becoming the only sound. The dragon, frozen for a moment, tried to spread its wings and rise again, but it was too late.

There was no time to escape, and even less time to avoid it.

The burning energy beam pierced through the massive body in an instant.

The dragon in the radiant light widened its eyes...

Death, death.

Born from the corpse of a dead dragon... is He about to face death again?

"I..."

"Is he going to die again?"

The golden dragon eyes flickered with light, and the enormous dragon roar echoed with an unwilling obsession, but there was no resentment, only a simple unwillingness to die.

He...

"I don't want to die."

The pale dragon opened its mouth, but a voice rang in its ear. "You don't have to die."

Like a resounding bell, the Dragon of Albion suddenly realized that it was no longer in that scorching radiance.

Rather, it was before a chaotic fog.

The area surrounding the mist was pitch black.

It is an invisible, pitch-black void.

In the beginning, the earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over the surface of the deep.

'The Spirit of God moved upon the surface of the water.'

The chaotic fog is the 'spirit' of God.

Questioning the existence of one's own words...

Did that 'person's' higher-dimensional nature manifest?

"Can I not die?"

"Yes, as long as you accept my power and become my 'disciple'." Rovi didn't want to kill Him, since he was already unable to escape the influence of the name ' Yahweh '.

Then it's better to advance as a form of retreat... and solidify the position completely.

If he remembered correctly, the Holy Son's fate was 'death'.

Ascension means becoming stronger.

Using this as a stepping stone is the most suitable approach.

So he

The Dragon of Albion opened its mouth. "Disciple?"

"He is my disciple, my messenger who travels among mortals."

"As long as I don't die... I can accept it."

"If that's the case..."

From this day forward.

The Spirit of the Void slowly extended countless tentacles, gradually enveloping the enormous dragon.

Change its ' Spirit Origin '

Compress its contents and shrink its outer shell.

From dragon, means 'people'.

What ultimately appeared was a silver-haired girl who looked like a young girl. Her tender body shone with a milky white luster, revealing her immaturity. Her red lips were slightly parted, and her golden eyes slowly opened as her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Am I... still alive?"

"That's Dang Xin." Rovi chuckled and said, "Welcome to the new era, my first disciple."

"The name of the past is no more."

"From this day forward."

"Your name is... Merlin."

"It is the First Apostle, West Gate."

"And even more so, an archangel seated by Yahweh..."

Michael.