The Outrageous Reality

"Enough..."

A cool, detached murmur came from within the silver-white armor. It was spoken both to King Vutigen and to him.

Gawain was even more ashamed of himself.

Yet misfortune and fortune went hand in hand. His setback at the hands of King Vutigen had extinguished Gawain's arrogant belief that he would be invincible beneath the sun, restoring his reverence and humility toward the world.

"Arthur, the Child of Prophecy? Hahaha, how laughable! Uther truly has gone senile. You think someone like you can stop me?"

The middle-aged man, with shadow-like hair, chilling amber vertical pupils, and sharp limbs, frowned and sneered.

The black mist surrounding him boiled violently. The sinister patterns on the red-black demonic sword in his hand lit up, while the Demon Dragon beneath him threw back its head and roared. Huge magical sigils linked together in midair, forming an inverted circular formation.

In an instant, the sky seemed to have been corroded into a vast black hole. As the demonic patterns resonated, all the ether in Britain formed a tangible black tide and surged madly toward that dark vortex.

Wherever the black tide passed, plants withered, the earth turned to sand, animals grew restless, and the vitality and liveliness of all things were swallowed by that gaping maw seemingly opened from the abyss.

So this was Britain's White Dragon, King Vutigen?

Damn, that was a Deity-class reaction!

Beneath the cover of the forest, Samael watched the battle in secret. Looking at the red-black torrent of light rising into the sky from within Mount Basdan's fortress, he narrowed his Serpent Eyes as thoughts churned through his mind.

As the gods vanished and heroes took their final bow, the Roman Empire, which occupied vast lands, entered its most glorious era.

Glory had once belonged to Greece, but greatness