Chapter 64

No matter who speaks, it's useless!

Although the Rebellious Knight is young, he already shows signs of "rebellion".

Lan Ze patted Mordred's head helplessly and said, "Alright then, I'll take you to see it, but you absolutely have to behave on the way, understand?"

Mordred was delighted, but then kicked a pebble with her head down and muttered, "I don't need you to take me—"

Ignoring the loli's arrogant words, Lan Ze raised his hand and summoned the Heavenly Ark from the Gate of Babylon.

Almost at the same time, Mordred suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the golden halo that appeared behind Lan Ze, and even on the Heavenly Ark that emerged from that halo.

Mordred paused for a moment, then his eyes widened slightly.

A golden halo... and the Noble Phantasm revealed within it—this is the Gate of Babylon that Mother spoke of!

Seeing Mordred in a daze, Lan Ze picked her up and carried her onto the Heavenly Ark.

Mordred watched as the Heavenly Ark slowly ascended into the air, then glanced at the boy beside her. She paused for a moment, then suddenly raised her bright, sparkling eyes, nearly jumping off the Heavenly Ark with excitement. "Father King... you really are Father King?!"

Didn't I tell you this already?

"But how could my Father King be so young..." Mordred still found it hard to believe.

Why don't you tell me why your other Father King is a woman...? Lan Ze looked at Mo Zai's surprised and curious little face beside him and found it inexplicably amusing.

It seems... getting a daughter for free isn't so bad.

He suddenly had a thought.

"Roar!"

While Mordred was still in shock at realizing that "this person really is my father," the Heavenly Ark was getting closer and closer to the city gate.

At the same time, the dragon's roar grew clearer and clearer, and in the distance, one could even vaguely see the knights of Britain, who had arrived at the city gate and were solemnly gazing at the enormous creature.

"... It's so noisy." Lan Ze frowned and muttered to himself.

Tiamat's singing voice was loud, but at least Mother of All was clear and melodious. However, the dragon's roar was utterly devoid of beauty, so loud it felt like it was going to rupture one's eardrums.

He glanced again at the little girl beside him; she covered her ears and shook her head vigorously, as if trying to dispel the oppressive force brought by the dragon's roar.

However, no matter what she did, the dragon's roar continued to echo in her mind.

"Are you scared?" Lan Ze asked softly.

Mordred glanced at Lan Ze, then gently shook her head. "... I'm not afraid."

Although he said that, Mordred's body was visibly trembling slightly.

Ultimately, this is a white dragon. In an era when the Age of Gods was about to fade away, Vortigern was a god, and its power was even capable of devouring light!

Whether it's Gawain's Holy Sword of the Sun or Artoria's Holy Sword, it can devour them all! In this era, Vortigern's power is absolutely terrifying.

"Roar!"

The white dragon in mid-air roared again, and as a jet of black light from its mouth struck the ground, the Knights of the Round Table desperately unleashed their Noble Phantasm to counter it.

However, those Noble Phantasm were completely devoured by that eerie, pitch-black beam of light.

"Father King, be careful..." Mordred gently tugged at Lan Ze's sleeve, looking at the white dragon with vigilance and fear.

"It's alright." Lan Ze gently patted her head. While listening to Vortigern's seemingly defiant roar, he suddenly thought of something very interesting.

To confirm this conjecture, after a moment of preparation, Lan Ze slowly opened his mouth and uttered the most ancient song.

"Roar!"

As the dragon's roar echoed across Britain once more, Artoria stood before the city gate, leaning on her holy sword. She looked up at the white dragon in mid-air, then quietly tightened her grip on the sword.

Vortigern looked down at the knights below, sneered, and raised its proud head, about to unleash another dragon roar to intimidate them.

But at that moment, the dragon suddenly heard a beautiful... well, not really that beautiful, since Lan Ze couldn't produce a sorrowful and melodious song like Tiamat's.

"--Aaaaaa--"

That singing was, to put it mildly, quite awful; if I had to describe it, it might be no less than Gian's singing...

But the moment the song began, Vortigern felt a shiver run down its spine. It swallowed the light cannon and retreated rapidly.

Then, the dragon stared at the royal city with its enormous, beastly eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"Who is it?!" the dragon roared.

Why are you yelling so loudly... Lan Ze muttered to himself.

It seems my guess was right; Mother of All's singing really did have a suppressive effect on these dragons.

No, to be precise, Vortigern probably now mistakenly believes that the person in the city is none other than Tiamat.

"Aaaaa!"

The moment the song came again, Vortigern abruptly pulled back another distance, then looked at the city with suspicion and uncertainty.

He was a dragon, a white dragon symbolizing a race, yet at this moment he felt fear towards the song.

Not only Vortigern, but the Knights of the Round Table, who were on high alert, were also somewhat bewildered. The woman wearing the golden crown turned her head to look into the city, her face filled with astonishment.

Is there some creature in this city that even Vortigern fears...?

"Roar!"

"Aaaa!"

"Roar!"

"Aaaaa!"

The dragon circled outside the city, and each of its roars was followed by Lan Ze's song, which sounded like that of a fat tiger. After several times, the dragon's roar that had previously terrified the inhabitants of Britain finally disappeared.

The dragon hovered in mid-air, blinked its enormous beastly eyes, and stared at the city in a somewhat bewildered manner.

Absolutely right, there is a god in this city who surpasses it!

Artoria stared at the city with equal astonishment and disbelief. She found it hard to believe... that the Demon Dragon Votigern had been subdued by some mysterious creature in the city simply with its song?

"Your Majesty, what should we do now...?" Just then, Gawain asked in a low voice, looking up at the demonic dragon in mid-air with a solemn expression.

"If we're going to fight, we have to do it now. I'm three times stronger during the day! But I get weaker at night!"

Artoria shook her head and said, "Don't attack rashly for now. Take this opportunity to gather the soldiers in the city... and see what Vortigern is up to."

At the same time.

"Aaaaa!"

At this moment, Lan Ze was leisurely leaning against the Heavenly Ark, calling out "Aaa" while enjoying the breeze, looking quite relaxed.

He hadn't expected Vortigern to be so timid. He had just casually made a couple of noises while lying on the Heavenly Ark, Vortigern had already stopped daring to approach easily.

"Father King, your singing is awful." Mordred covered his ears, feeling as if his eardrums were being severely damaged.

"Whether it sounds good or not is not important; what matters is that this singing can intimidate the enemy."

Lan Ze shamelessly said, "Besides, the fact that my singing is bad isn't my fault; I was just learning from others."

"Others?" Mordred blinked, asking curiously, "Who?"

Lan Ze thought for a moment and said, "Your other mother."

While Mordred was still looking bewildered, Lan Ze looked up at the giant dragon in mid-air and couldn't help but frown.

Vortigern is currently intimidated by Mother of All's singing, but it's not cowardly; it's just cautious. If it discovers that the person in the city isn't Mother of All but a human, it might launch a furious attack.

Just as Lan Ze was thinking this, he suddenly saw several option boxes pop up in front of him.

[Task 1: Display your prowess in public, launch a powerful attack, slay the dragon in front of the Knights of the Round Table, and kill Vortigern. Reward: Luck stat increases by one level.]

[Task 2: Delay, just keep delaying. Continue singing in the city to Vortigern from launching an attack. Reward: One mana replenishment]

[Task 3: As Tiamat, use the body of Creation God goddess to frighten away the demonic dragon. Reward: Spirit Core Expansion 5%]

Lan Ze stared at the options and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Task 1 is unreasonable. Vortigern is King Arthur's greatest enemy, with immense magical power. He has no confidence in defeating it.

Task 2... Putting aside the fact that continuing this entanglement is pointless, the main issue is that Vortigern isn't stupid. If we keep making a fuss in the city, Vortigern will soon become suspicious.

After a moment's thought, Lan Ze chose Task 3.

At the same moment he selected Task 3, a box suddenly popped up in front of Lan Ze's eyes.

[Unlock achievement: The husk of the Creation God, capable of emanating the Creation God's aura and even mimicking its form (without altering one's own strength)]

Lan Ze was slightly taken aback.

Does this mean I can mimic Mother of All's aura, or even become her?

"Roar!"

Just then, a roar of a white dragon suddenly rang in their ears. Outside the city, the dragon circled under the night sky, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky. Its enormous golden eyes looked down at the city, trying to see what kind of creature was playing tricks.

The more it thought about it, the more uneasy it felt. If there really was some terrifying creature in the city, why was it hesitant to show itself, instead shouting at it from across the city wall?

Isn't this a classic case of a fox borrowing the tiger's power?

"--Aaaaa--"

Just as the dragon lowered its head to look down at the city, a huge body was suddenly reflected in its golden vertical pupils.

It was a colossal creature that covered almost half the sky. It had a pair of huge horns on its head, and a pair of scarlet beast eyes stared silently at the demonic dragon. It exuded an aura of destruction.

The dragon's pupils contracted sharply, and it felt an indescribable sense of unease welling up inside it; its heart raced uncontrollably.

God... this is definitely a deity! And at least a Creation God!

Such a terrifying creature exists in the city?!

Vortigern felt a tremor, and without any hesitation, it flapped its wings, twisted its tail, and sped off in the opposite direction from Britain.

On the Heavenly Ark, Mordred looked up at the dragon that Britain "escaped" from Britain in the sky, then glanced at Lan Ze beside her, somewhat confused. "Father King, what did you do to it?"

Why did the dragon flee after his Father King simply sang a song?

Could it be that they were scared away by that awful singing?

Lan Ze thought for a moment, patted her head, and said, "That's the power of deterrence. A true strongman doesn't need to lift a finger to scare away the enemy."

Mordred seemed to be deep in thought, and then his gaze toward Lan Ze was filled with unprecedented admiration.

Lan Ze basked in his daughter's adoring gaze while looking up at the sky.

I never imagined that my mother's physical body could possess such terrifying power... No wonder the gods held her in such awe.

Only someone like him wouldn't be scared by Mother of All.

Just as Lan Ze was thinking this, he suddenly saw Artoria and the others walking towards the city gate in the distance.

"We should go back now," Lan Ze said, patting Mordred on the head.

After bringing Mordred back to the room, Morgan le Fay arrived shortly after. She stared at Mordred for a moment, and Mo Zai, noticing her mother's sharp gaze, trembled and hid behind Lan Ze.

Lan Ze scrutinized Morgan le Fay. Her face was hidden by a veil, but based on his years of experience as a pervert, Lan Ze could tell that she was definitely a great beauty, which could be seen from her high, full breasts. Her breasts were similar to Artoria's, large and full. As for the difference, Lan Ze couldn't quite put his finger on it, since he hadn't checked them with his hands.

However, in terms of temperament, Princess Morgan is a cool and aloof older sister type, while Artoria is a beautiful young woman with a mature and unapproachable aura.

"Miss Morgan, it's been a long time," Lan Ze said with a smile.

Morgan le Fay's gaze was icy. He first glanced at Lan Ze a few times, then raised his hand to block Mordred's hearing, preventing Mordred from hearing their conversation.

Then, she looked at Lan Ze and said calmly, "You should know who I am. Do I need to teach you how to address me?"

This is a tactic of applying pressure upon first meeting, putting oneself in a superior position to pave the way for what she will say next.

However, Lan Ze didn't feel any pressure. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked, "... The mother of the child?"

"..."

Seeing that his attempt to pressure her by meeting with her had no effect, Morgan le Fay remained silent for a while, then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Mr. Lan Ze, you are a smart man. I'll give you a chance," she said.