The Minotaur Uther Finally Meets the Demon Dragon

A day passed, and it was now the evening of the second day.

King Uther crouched outside a castle, feeling a trace of trepidation and, perhaps, shame?

This was the territory of the Duke of Cornwall, and this very castle was the Duke's residence.

He had first managed to dispatch the Duke of Cornwall to the army, intending to use the hand of Vortigern to eliminate this lord who had long harbored disloyal intentions, while also taking the opportunity to permanently conceal this conspiratorial scheme.

Merlin appeared from out of nowhere and cast a spell for King Uther, transforming his appearance into that of the Duke of Cornwall.

King Uther felt awkward for a few seconds, then walked into the Duke of Cornwall's castle in such an ostentatious manner.

Igraine, the wife of the Duke of Cornwall, was completely unaware of this, believing her husband had returned, and the two of them went to the bedroom.

There is no need to elaborate on what happened afterward; I fear this book would be taken down if I said too much.

In short, that night, King Uther could be said to have exhausted all his efforts to complete this epic cuckold mission. (I am a pure-love warrior, and this event is based on historical fact, so please don't flame me.)

Finally, on the morning of the second day, after Merlin confirmed repeatedly that Igraine had conceived King Uther's child, the two left the castle, leaving the exhausted Igraine to sleep for a long time, completely oblivious.

After returning to the army, King Uther first issued orders for the knight Ector and the court mage Merlin to lead the infantry back to the royal city of Camelot, then spent an entire day adjusting his state.

On the morning of the third day, King Uther finally decided to take several knights and enter the city where the Demon Dragon lay dormant.

Among these knights, Anno was one King Uther was certain could be of help; the Duke of Cornwall was a discarded pawn from the start; the other knights were merely ordinary experts whom King Uther had brought along while harboring a fluke mentality, hoping to try and wear down Vortigern with group attack tactics.

The group breached the city walls and, led by King Uther, stormed into the city.

As expected, the city was already a ghost town; not a single shadow of the Saxons could be seen.

King Uther did not hesitate and headed straight for the castle at the center of the city.

He could already smell the scent of blood; that monster was waiting for him inside the castle.

Anno held his longsword, warily surveying the city.

After entering the city, the sense of oppression in his heart became increasingly pronounced, and there was a scent of fresh blood drifting through the city, yet not a single corpse could be seen, which was very eerie.

The other knights, however, felt no sense of threat at all; instead, they chatted and laughed as they walked.

In their view, this war had been quite successful, and coming with the King to kill Vortigern with only a few men was merely a means to obtain rewards.

At the top of the castle, a tall, withered man looked down at King Uther and his party from above, his mouth splitting to his ears in a terrifying grin, his eyes filled with calm madness.

"Uther! You've come!" he shouted abruptly, his voice like a blade, sharp and grating.

King Uther's pupils constricted as he drew his sword from its scabbard.

Anno also reacted, rolling to the side to dodge the sonic assault.

King Uther gazed from afar at the white dragon coiled atop the castle and let out a roar: "Vortigern!"

"My brother Uther!" Vortigern exclaimed, quite excitedly.