At that moment, a casual glance revealed a pile of [High-Energy Warning Ahead] alerts.
What was going on this time?
Under his intense gaze, the scene on the screen suddenly changed.
The entire mountain shook violently, spewing endless flames.
A white dragon so enormous it defied imagination crawled out of the volcano.
It spread wings that blotted out the sky and circled above all of Britain.
"My foolish younger brother, King Uther! From hell, watch as the life's work you and Merlin created with your own hands turns to nothing! Hahahaha!"
The white dragon issued an utterly arrogant declaration.
Flames that destroyed everything boiled, swallowing all life across the land.
Countless people fell into wails of terror.
Yet that terror transformed into even more massive fuel, madly igniting all of Britain.
The enormous white dragon sprawled atop the royal palace of Holy City Camelot and roared at the sky, "My name is Vortigern, the King of Lowly, Destined World-Ender, Terminator of All Things!"
"Nothing can stop me, nothing can defy me! I am the apocalypse that ends the world!"
A dragon with a wingspan hundreds of meters wide, blotting out the sky and sun!
Its scales shimmered with a silvery-white radiance, looking impossibly cool and beautiful beneath the sun.
Yet this was a lethal beauty that brought destruction.
It was the lord of the island of Britain.
As the Age of Gods gradually faded, it transformed into the enemy of every life-form in Britain, defending the last vestiges of mystery.
Even merely watching it made countless viewers beyond the screens feel a suffocating pressure—
[Holy crap! A dragon! A world-ending white dragon!]
[The special effects this time are insanely awesome! How did they even make effects like this?]
[I suspect the Uploader Alaya really caught a dragon!]
[Vortigern, the King of Lowly, was actually this powerful? No wonder King Uther and Merlin couldn't defeat him even together. They could only hide in their lair and lay eggs while desperately urging King Arthur to work harder!]
No declaration or explanation was needed.
Simply standing there, it perfectly displayed the bearing of a world-ending calamity.
A true world-ending white dragon!
Artoria held Excalibur and stood before the giant dragon, as tiny as an ant.
It looked as though a single breath would be enough to kill her!
However.
This Knight King, who pursued perfection, drew her sword and pointed it at her opponent. "King of the Lowly, the age has changed! The final mystery you pursue has long since been replaced by civilization!"
"No, the age has not changed! I am the god of Britain!"
The white dragon let out a roar that shook heaven and earth.
"Everything you do is futile. Mystery has long since ended, and civilization will surely bring smiles to all of humanity."
The holy sword in Artoria's hand burst into dazzling radiance.
The Red Dragon Heart in her chest throbbed frantically, releasing terrifying magic power.
Vast amounts of magic power surged into the holy sword, driving this Anti-City Noble Phantasm, powerful enough to destroy a city, to its absolute limit.
"For the continuation of Human Civilization, please die!"
"Excalibur!"
As King Arthur loudly called out the name of the holy sword, a dazzling beam of light rapidly took shape and crashed down toward the giant dragon!
This sword gathered the convictions and hopes of countless soldiers longing for victory, as well as the future of all Britain.
Only by defeating Vortigern, the King of Lowly, could Britain truly continue to exist.
Otherwise, humanity would be slaughtered to the last!
Endless radiance erupted, completely engulfing the colossal dragon.
With everyone watching, all wanted to know the result.
However,
A black hole seemed to appear at the center of the radiance.
None of the light could escape. It was swallowed up completely.
When the light finally faded, that incomparably enormous figure still towered over the earth!
It was completely unharmed!
"Hahahaha! Useless, useless!"
The voice of Vortigern, the King of Lowly, rang out, overflowing with endless mockery. "Your holy sword exists to protect the world, while I am the world itself!"
"I am the one true god upon this land of Britain!"
"A bunch of mortals actually dare provoke a god in his own divine kingdom! You are doomed to perish!"
Once merely the king of an ordinary nonhuman race, he had become Britain itself after merging with the blood of the white dragon.
Though King Arthur had been born in Britain and possessed the bloodline of King Pendragon along with the Red Dragon Heart, she still could not possibly oppose him.
As long as he killed humanity's final hope, King Arthur, he would transform into a true god.
And rule this land eternally!
[What the hell? How could it not be injured at all? That was practically a nuclear bomb hitting it!]
[Fuck, no wonder even Merlin, despite being so powerful, could only become the second kind of bird and torment King Arthur in her dreams every day, desperately forcing her to grow stronger!]
[It's over. Who can stop it now?]
[As expected of a dragon arrogantly proclaiming itself a god. It really does have the power to back it up!]
[Nameless, it's your turn! Hurry up and team up with King Arthur to kill it!]
The unharmed white dragon instantly shattered everyone's confidence.
Countless onlookers fell into extreme terror one after another, as though they had witnessed the arrival of the apocalypse.
However, a familiar red cloak appeared beside King Arthur, instantly putting everyone at ease.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit had finally entered the stage!
He looked up at the giant dragon and sneered. "Oh? Just a big lizard, and you dare arrogantly call yourself a god?"
"A mere ant dares arrogantly challenge a god?"
Vortigern, the King of Lowly, opened his mouth and spewed out a massive breath attack.
A dragon breath as mighty as a great river suddenly swept toward him.
But the Nameless Heroic Spirit neither dodged nor evaded. Layers of purple petals appeared before him—
[Rho Aias!]
The purple petals looked delicate, yet every one possessed defensive strength surpassing that of a city wall.
The terrifying dragon breath shattered six petals before coming to a complete stop before the seventh.
Before the white dragon could launch another attack,
the Nameless Heroic Spirit smiled. "Since you're arrogant enough to want to become a god, then stay put and behave!"
From every direction behind him, golden chains surged forth, wrapping around it layer after layer like venomous snakes.
[Enkidu!]
It possessed the "Binding of the Gods" ability.
The higher the target's divinity, the stronger the chains became and the harder they were to break free from.
It was acclaimed as one of the very few Noble Phantasms capable of affecting gods!
"Roar!"
The white dragon unleashed a heaven-shaking roar.
The entire earth trembled, yet it could not break free in the slightest.
Enkidu was the perfect counter to it, now that it had condensed divinity.
The higher its divinity, the harder it was to escape.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit turned his head to the side. "Lily, it's your turn."
"Mm!"
A dazzling, radiant lance appeared in Artoria's hand.
The girl raised the holy lance and pointed it at the white dragon—
[Rhongomyniad!]
The entire world seemed to respond as the mystery enveloping the white dragon began to dissipate completely.
It was utterly stripped of the authority of being Britain itself!
Vortigern, the King of Lowly, who had originally sought to destroy humanity, now let out a terrified, furious roar. "No! I am supposed to rule Britain eternally! How can great me disappear?!"
Unfortunately, it was useless.
The holy lance's brilliant radiance pierced straight through him, completely stripping away all his authority.
The enormous white dragon's body was pinned brutally to the ground, unable to move even an inch.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit stepped forward, holding a weapon that radiated a presence capable of terrifying it.
Its name was—
[Gram]
The magical sword held by Sigurd, reputedly the greatest hero of the Norse world, symbolizing honor and destruction.
It had originally been a sword embedded in the World Tree, forged from a fragment inherited by Sigurd from his father.
It was forged into a Noble Phantasm possessing the power to slay dragons.
It was precisely the prototype of the Sword in the Stone drawn by King Arthur in myth!
The Nameless Heroic Spirit's figure flashed like lightning to the dragon's head, and he swung the dragon-slaying magical sword down with tremendous force.
Endless black, evil magic power bloomed from the magical sword.
The white dragon's incomparably tough scales were torn apart as easily as paper.
A head as massive as a small mountain crashed to the ground!
Dragon slaying!!!
Blood gushed wildly from the white dragon's severed neck, turning into a fountain of blood.
The earth was dyed completely red, forming a strange dragon-slaying ground filled with immense magic power.
A rose grew from the white dragon's blood, blooming into a conspicuous blood-red flower.
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