Age of Heroes, Alaya Exposed Me

At that moment, a casual glance suddenly caught sight of a pile of "[High Energy Ahead]" notifications.

What's going on now?

Under its intense gaze, the screen's image changed.

The entire mountain peak was shaking and trembling violently, spewing out endless flames.

A white dragon, unimaginably enormous, emerged from the volcano.

It unfurled wings that blotted out the sky and circled over all of Britain.

"My foolish brother Uther, you shall watch from hell as the life's work you and Merlin painstakingly created turns to ashes, hahaha!"

The white dragon declared with extreme arrogance.

Flames that annihilated everything boiled and engulfed all things on the earth.

Countless people fell into wails and fear.

But this fear transformed into even more massive fuel, madly igniting all of Britain.

The colossal white dragon perched atop the royal palace of the Holy City Camelot, roaring to the heavens: "My name is Vortigern, the King of Lowly, the destined destroyer of worlds, the end of all things!"

"Unstoppable, undeniable, I am the natural disaster that destroys worlds!"

A dragon with wings spanning hundreds of meters, obscuring the sky!

Its scales shimmered with silver-white light, appearing incredibly cool and beautiful under the sun.

However, this was a deadly beauty that brought destruction.

As the lord of the island of Britain.

As the Age of Gods gradually faded, he transformed into the enemy of all life in Britain, defending the last vestiges of mystery.

Even just watching it made countless viewers outside the screen feel a suffocating pressure--

[OMG! Dragon! World-destroying white dragon!]

[These special effects are absolutely insane, how did they achieve this?]

[I suspect the Uploader Alaya actually caught a real dragon!]

[Vortigern, the King of Lowly, is this fierce? No wonder King Uther and Merlin couldn't defeat him together and could only hide in their nest, desperately urging King Arthur to try!]

No declaration or explanation was needed.

It stood there, perfectly embodying the posture of a world-destroying natural disaster.

A true world-destroying white dragon!

Artoria, holding Excalibur, stood before the giant dragon, as small as an ant.

It seemed a single breath could kill her instantly!

However.

This Knight King, who pursued perfection, drew her sword and pointed it at the dragon: "King of Lowly, times have changed! The last mystery you sought has long been replaced by civilization!"

"No, times have not changed, I am the god of Britain!"

The white dragon roared, shaking the heavens and earth.

"Everything you do is futile; mystery has long ended, and civilization will surely bring smiles to all humans."

The holy sword in Artoria's hand erupted with dazzling brilliance.

Within her chest, the Red Dragon Heart beat furiously, releasing terrifyingly immense magic.

Vast magic surged into the holy sword, pushing this Anti-City Noble Phantasm, capable of destroying cities, to its absolute limit.

"For the continuation of human civilization, die!"

"Excalibur!"

As King Arthur loudly uttered the name of the holy sword, an incomparably brilliant beam of light quickly formed and slashed down towards the giant dragon!

This sword strike was imbued with the beliefs and hopes of countless soldiers yearning for victory, and the future of all Britain.

Only by defeating Vortigern, the King of Lowly, could Britain truly continue to exist.

Otherwise, humanity would be slaughtered by him!

Endless light bloomed, completely engulfing the colossal dragon.

All eyes were on it, everyone wanting to know the outcome.

However.

In the center of the light, a black hole seemed to appear.

All light could not escape, being swallowed and consumed by it.

When the light completely dissipated, that immensely huge figure still stood tall on the earth!

It was completely unharmed!

"Hahaha, useless, utterly useless!"

Vortigern, the King of Lowly's voice echoed, filled with endless mockery, "Your holy sword exists to protect the world, and I am the world!"

"I am the one true god upon this land of Britain!"

"A bunch of mortals dares to provoke a god in my divine realm! You shall all be annihilated!"

Originally just the king of an ordinary foreign race, he became the island of Britain itself after merging with the blood of a white dragon.

King Arthur, born in Britain, could not possibly contend with it, even after merging with the bloodline of King Pendragon and possessing the Red Dragon Heart.

As long as the last hope of humanity, King Arthur, was killed, it would transform into a true god.

Eternally dominating this land!

[Holy crap, how is it completely unharmed? That was like dropping a nuke!]

[Damn, no wonder Merlin is so strong, he could only turn into a second bird, tormenting King Arthur in his dreams every day, desperately making her stronger!]

[It's over, who can stop it now?]

[As expected of a dragon that arrogantly calls itself a god, it certainly has the power!]

[Nameless, it's your turn, hurry up and join King Arthur to kill it!]

The completely unharmed white dragon instantly shattered everyone's confidence.

Countless onlookers fell into extreme terror, as if they were witnessing the end of the world.

However, a familiar red cape appeared beside King Arthur, instantly reassuring everyone.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit finally made his entrance!

He looked up at the giant dragon and sneered, "Oh, a mere big lizard dares to arrogantly call itself a god?"

"A mere ant dares to arrogantly provoke a god?"

Vortigern, the King of Lowly, opened his mouth and spewed out a massive dragon's breath.

A torrent of dragon's breath, like a great river, suddenly swept towards him.

But the Nameless Heroic Spirit did not dodge or evade. Layers of purple petals appeared before his eyes--

[Rho Aias!]

The purple petals, seemingly fragile, each possessed a defensive power that surpassed city walls.

After the terrifying dragon's breath shattered six petals, it came to a complete halt before the seventh.

Before the white dragon could launch another attack.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit chuckled, "Since you arrogantly want to be a god, then stay put obediently!"

Golden chains surged from all directions behind him, coiling around it layer by layer like venomous snakes.

[Enkidu!]

Possessing the ability of "Divine Discipline."

The higher the divinity, the stronger the chains become, and the harder they are to break free from.

It was a Noble Phantasm that could be considered one of the very few useful against gods!

"Roar!"

The white dragon let out a world-shattering roar.

The entire ground trembled, yet it could not break free.

Enkidu completely countered it, having condensed divinity.

The higher its divinity, the harder it was to break free.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit turned his head to the side, "Lily, it's your turn."

"Okay!"

Artoria's hand held a radiant spear.

The maiden raised the holy spear, pointing it at the white dragon--

[Rhongomyniad!]

The entire world seemed to respond as the mystery shrouding the white dragon began to dissipate completely.

Its authority as Britain itself was completely stripped away!

Vortigern, who had intended to destroy humanity, now let out a furious roar of terror, "No, I was meant to eternally rule Britain, the great me cannot disappear!"

Unfortunately, it was useless.

The holy spear's radiant light pierced it directly, completely stripping it of all authority.

The colossal body of the white dragon was slammed into the ground, unable to move an inch.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit stepped forward, holding a weapon that emanated a terrifying aura.

Its name was--

[Gram]

The demonic sword, a symbol of honor and destruction, wielded by Sigurd, the greatest hero of Norse legend.

A sword originally stuck in the World Tree, a fragment inherited by Sigurd from his father.

Forged into a Noble Phantasm with the power to slay dragons.

It is the prototype of the Sword in the Stone drawn by King Arthur in mythology!

The Nameless Heroic Spirit appeared like a flash of lightning above the giant dragon's head and brought down a fierce blow with this dragon-slaying demonic sword.

Endless, dark, evil demonic power bloomed from the demonic sword.

The white dragon's incredibly strong scales were torn apart as if they were made of paper.

A head as large as a small mountain crashed to the ground!

Dragon Slaying!!!

Blood gushed from the white dragon's neck, turning into a fountain of blood.

The earth was completely dyed red, converging into a strange dragon-slaying land filled with immense demonic power.

A rose grew from the white dragon's blood, blooming into a red rose as conspicuous as blood.