Chapter 88

Under the gloomy sky, raindrops fell straight down, hitting the little girl's tender face and making her a little more awake.

Her eyes slowly widened, revealing Lan Ze's face—his handsome profile, which appeared slightly pale. Although his golden eyes were like those of a god, she recognized him at first glance.

"Father King!" Mordred hugged Lan Ze's neck happily, his eyes shining with an unprecedented light.

"What are you doing here?!"

Lan Ze felt his mind, which had been consumed by anger, clear up slightly. He looked down at the girl in his arms and asked softly, "Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

"I'm fine." Mordred shook his head, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said urgently, "Father King, you should leave here quickly, that guy shouldn't be far..."

She seemed to think that Vortigern had temporarily left, and when the image of the Vile King came to mind, her first reaction was not to tremble, but to urge Lan Ze to leave quickly.

"It's alright, you stay here and watch over Agravain and Lancelot."

Lan Ze gently patted Mordred's head and put her down. Then, under Mordred's gaze, he walked to the Magic Barrier where Artoria was.

It was only then that Mordred noticed that the palace seemed a little too quiet.

Just moments ago there were tens of thousands of troops here, but now it's eerily quiet, with only the sound of rain hitting the ground.

She turned her head to look, and in her field of vision, the palace floor was riddled with holes, and the foreign army stood silently in front of the palace, but not a single one of them uttered a sound.

What happened while I was unconscious...?

Mordred's mind was racing, and for a moment her thoughts were a bit muddled.

Her gaze swept across the empty palace before suddenly freezing on a huge pit.

In that pit, only a pair of legs could be seen; his armor was charred black, but Mordred recognized him at first glance.

This guy is the Vile King! The dragon who just attacked my mother! There are even some of his scales lying around.

Although he was a white dragon, when Vortigern transformed into a demonic dragon, he did not appear as a white dragon, but as a black demonic dragon.

The white dragon is merely a symbol, a symbol of a different race. It is not that it is named after a white dragon, nor does it actually depict the form of a white dragon.

What's this guy doing in the field...?

Mordred's little brain couldn't handle so much information at once, and it short-circuited.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she abruptly turned her head to look behind her, watching the figure slowly walking towards Artoria.

Did Father King defeat the Vile King?!

Mordred's eyes lit up instantly, and she subconsciously clenched her little fists, feeling her whole body energized as she gazed at the figure with eyes full of admiration.

Lan Ze raised the Holy Lance, its surface covered in Holy Lance Rune Magic, and the tip pierced the Magic Barrier.

Click!

With a sound like shattering glass, the Magic Barrier shattered completely, and Artoria's legs went weak, causing her to kneel down.

Lan Ze quickly stepped forward to support her and then helped her lie down against the wall.

Artoria looked at Lan Ze with a complicated expression.

If the Knights of the Round Table were to witness this scene, they would probably be dumbfounded.

Under the power of the Holy Lance, Merlin's illusion was broken, revealing Lan Ze's true form.

No one would have imagined that a third person could wield the Holy Lance.

Moreover, he broke the Thirteen Restraints without going through the Round Table Conference, unleashing the true power of the Holy Lance.

Was this part of your plan, Merlin...? Artoria whispered, "I'm sorry... I've caused you a lot of trouble."

Her voice was extremely weak. The Magic Barrier was constantly draining her magic power and physical strength. She had almost reached her limit from the very beginning. Only the power of her Red Dragon body allowed her to retain a trace of strength so that she wouldn't faint.

Lan Ze gently shook his head. "Wait here for me."

After Lan Ze finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the direction where Vortigern was.

What else does he want to do?

Almost everyone had the same thought.

When Lan Ze reached a relatively safe distance from Vortigern, he stopped.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he raised the Holy Lance high.

Seemingly awakened by this terrifying power, Lancelot coughed and slowly opened his eyes, only to see a boy slowly raising the Holy Lance.

As Lan Ze frantically drained the magic from the Holy Grail, the Holy Lance's dictatorship was once again unleashed.

This was the permission granted to Lan Ze by Rhongomyniad; as long as his magic power was sufficient, he could use the Holy Lance at will.

"In this battle, we must not antagonize the elves..." Upon hearing this voice, Lancelot's spirits lifted, and he was about to speak when he immediately heard the sound of someone passing by.

... I felt completely uninvolved.

Lancelot stared silently at Lan Ze's figure, then looked at Mordred standing to the side with a face full of admiration, and fell silent.

Besides Vile King and King Arthur, was there really a third king?

Could it be that... the Queen is also a king?

And what is he planning to do?

Vortigern appeared to be completely lifeless, yet even in this state, Lan Ze still hadn't intended to let him go Vortigern planned to desecrate his corpse?

As Lancelot pondered this, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear that sounded like a god descending to earth. He said:

"The Holy Lance-- "

"Weigh anchor!"

As Lan Ze's voice fell again, the power from the Holy Lance blasted out, Vortigern, whose head was being pressed into the floor, flying.

But Lan Ze did not stop there; he took out the holy sword he had created from the Gate of Babylon.

EX·calibur!

Then came the Gate of Babylon.

Countless Noble Phantasm poured out, bombarding Vortigern's location. The Holy Grail's speed increased rapidly, as if it were crying out, "No!"

Everyone watched this scene in silence.

Artoria went from being sentimental to being utterly astonished, while Lancelot's previously dazed mind was now completely awakened, his face filled with astonishment.

Mordred shouted "Kill his Father King!" while excitedly waving his little fists and punching wildly.

The alien soldiers dared not utter a word of anger, watching in terror as the Noble Phantasm were continuously unleashed.

Finally, after the power of the last Noble Phantasm was released, Lan Ze raised his hand and swept away the Gate of Babylon behind him.

The golden halo vanished as he raised his hand, and the torrential rain poured down. Countless eyes were fixed on the seemingly disheveled yet awe-inspiring young man.

It's finally over... The alien soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief.

They had completely lost their will to fight. Everyone who had stood in Lan Ze's way had been dealt with, and even the Vile King was now dead... All they wanted now was to leave.

If possible... take the Vile King's body with you as well.

But it seems the other party has no intention of leaving the other person with a complete corpse.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they suddenly sensed an extremely terrifying magical power gathering again, and they couldn't help but look up at the same time.

Lan Ze looked at the charred Vortigern and raised the Holy Lance once more.

Even Artoria and Lancelot couldn't help but twitch their lips.

This is really a bit too much.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone finish off a opponent so frantically after winning.

And they stabbed him more than once...

"The Holy Lance-- "

"Weigh anchor!"

As Lan Ze's resounding voice faded, Rhongomyniad once again condensed into a dazzling light, which gradually solidified until it finally converged completely.

Then--

Rhongomyniad's power, once fully charged, was unleashed!

The magnificent light, like the sun shining down, completely engulfed Vortigern. The dragon's body was completely charred, and he was unrecognizable from the outside.

Lan Ze's magical energy was completely depleted, and even the Holy Grail could no longer supply him with magic power.

He gazed at the lifeless Vortigern, feeling somewhat relieved. He turned around and saw Mordred standing before the steps, her eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light.

Seeing the smile on the little girl's face, Lan Ze couldn't help but smile faintly as he walked towards Mordred.

In the sky, countless raindrops fell to the ground, like countless translucent lotus flowers blooming, covering the ground in a white expanse.

As Lan Ze took a step, a soft cough suddenly came from the raging rain.

Lan Ze's steps suddenly froze, and he slowly turned his head to look.

... That sound just now came from Vortigern!

He didn't die...

After such a relentless bombardment, how could Vortigern still be alive?!

"Cough..."

Vortigern coughed up a mouthful of blood and slammed his hand on the ground.

His right hand began to swell, and his arm was slowly covered with black dragon scales.

Dragon Transformation!

He was breathing heavily, but his face remained hard and cold as he struggled to his feet.

Lan Ze stared intently at the man before him, while countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

How is that possible?

Is this some kind of cockroach that just won't die?

Having been struck by several Holy Lance and then by several Noble Phantasm, how is this guy still alive?!

Vortigern slowly raised his head.

The golden light in his eyes had dimmed considerably, yet he was still smiling.

"I must admit, although you are just a greenhorn, your abilities have exceeded my expectations."

That tone was exactly like the arrogance of someone in a position of power, as if everything was under his control.

"Why don't you look in the mirror before saying such boastful things?" Despite being incredibly surprised inside and having exhausted her magical power, Lan Ze remained outwardly calm.

Vortigern's voice faltered, and then his breathing quickened considerably, as if Lan Ze had touched a raw nerve.

Lan Ze raised the Holy Lance and pointed it at Vortigern.

"A guy who planned everything, only to be beaten into this stupid state by a greenhorn like me, still dares to show off in public?"

"You--"

"Shut up!" Lan Ze shouted. "I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Pfft!

Vortigern coughed up a mouthful of blood, thoroughly angered by Lan Ze's few words.

He stumbled back several steps, suppressing his anger and pressing his hand to his heart. "If I hadn't had a backup plan, you might have really succeeded today."

"But you underestimate me too much."

Vortigern suddenly looked up and roared, "What are you waiting for?!"

"Have you forgotten what you promised me?!"

Clatter

As Vortigern's hysterical voice faded, a crisp, melodious footstep echoed softly in the silent battlefield, and those still conscious all looked up at the same time.

Lan Ze, leaning on his Holy Lance, looked at the person through the rain. It was a woman dressed in a nun's habit, and with each step she took, it seemed as if a person's heartbeat could be heard.

She raised her head and looked at Lan Ze, her beautiful eyes revealing a captivating allure that made one's heart race, and the corners of her lips curved into a charming smile.