A Despicable Outsider / Vortigern's Death

Vortigern showed no reaction to your scolding, but your voice did produce an unexpected effect.

Merlin, who knew which woman's belly he was on, was so startled by your shout that little Merlin shrank back. Only after this legendary great sage took a look with his Clairvoyance did he realize something serious had happened, and he began sprinting toward Camelot.

Meanwhile, you and Vortigern traded martial techniques and magecraft for two whole days. In the end, you were exhausted, and the Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd was knocked away, landing behind Vortigern.

Even Vortigern was surprised by your endurance. After all, the only reason he could battle you for so long was because he had fused with the Isle of Britain and possessed the White Dragon Reactor Core.

"Human, reaching this point is enough to leave your name in history."

Holding the chipped sword you had damaged, Vortigern walked toward Bai Ming, who lay exhausted on the ground.

Bai Ming knew Vortigern wanted to take his head, but when had he ever been someone who gave up?

Talent: Taking Advantage of Danger activated.

As Vortigern relaxed and approached to deliver the final blow, you suddenly raised your hand. Sand and dirt, somehow already clenched in your palm, flew into Vortigern's eyes. Hidden within that sand was an utterly basic lightning spell.

Your mana had long since run dry. Casting even such a lightning spell was already your limit.

Caught off guard, Vortigern was blinded by the sand and then struck by lightning that could only paralyze him for a few seconds.

For the first time, Vortigern felt genuine anger.

He desperately wanted to grab you by the collar and ask where the hell your knightly spirit as a lowborn human was.

"Shameless creature. You should be ashamed of your actions."

Vortigern swung his sword down at Bai Ming, but Bai Ming's entire body suddenly burst apart, sending countless petals fluttering through the air.

A white figure holding a staff carried the exhausted Bai Ming on his back. The white figure said, "Well, well, made it in time. Joslin, that roar of yours was really loud. If I'd known, I wouldn't have run so far away just to avoid you."

Perhaps because you often beat Merlin up, even Camelot, shrouded in the Veil of Night and filled with shadows everywhere, had failed to impede Merlin's escape in the slightest.

You finally let out a sigh of relief. I haven't even properly said goodbye to the others yet. It would've been a bit of a loss if I'd really died here.

"You fucking Merlin, I was wondering where the hell you'd run off to! If you'd been here from the start, Vortigern never would've gotten in!"

Bai Ming relaxed a little and used the tiny amount of mana he had just recovered to summon his Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd. Vortigern had no intention of pursuing, yet the suddenly recalled halberd nearly sliced off his arm.

A streak of bluish-purple lightning tore through the darkness.

As the saying went: the Yaoguang Star pierced the moon like a rainbow.

As it flew back, the Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd grew smaller and smaller before plunging directly into Bai Ming's sea of consciousness.

After hearing Bai Ming's complaint, Merlin said:

"I'm not as good at fighting as you—well, well, even thoughtful big brother Merlin can misjudge people sometimes. You really are strong—but that isn't something you learned in Britain, is it? If you lie to me now, I'll drop you immediately, you know?"

"If you drop me today, Morgan will twist your head off tomorrow."

"Tch—wouldn't I know even if you didn't tell me?"

"I'm going to sleep for a while—"

That single sentence made Merlin panic. "Hey, hey, don't sleep, don't sleep, Joslin! Don't sleep! I'll heal you first! I don't want my head twisted off!"

Bai Ming said helplessly, "Do you see any wounds on me? I'm just really tired."

Merlin was baffled. "Eh... how did you do that?"

Bai Ming said, "I didn't lose this fight. That bastard was just fighting on his home turf in Britain. Once I make some preparations, I'll hit him hard."

The Despicable Outsider

Camelot had still fallen, but that was absolutely not your fault. If not for that old pervert Merlin with his tiny head and big head, Camelot would never have fallen.

But Merlin had kept your real game going, so you had no intention of holding this against him.

Besides, Merlin would get severely beaten sooner or later for whoring around.

After your battle with Vortigern, you would originally have had nightmares in the simulation. But Merlin was half-incubus, and nightmares were a feast to him. Thus, Merlin devoured your nightmares before they could even begin. To help you sleep more peacefully on his back, he even created a dreamscape like a fantastical sea of flowers.

After Merlin carried you out of the city, Artoria finally broke free and raced back like the wind.

But Camelot had already fallen, so you planned to reclaim it.

Morgan had never gone far. Instead, she led Mordred, Gareth, and the others to burn King Uther's tomb to the ground amid the chaos. She knew you might scold her for it, but she also knew how to avoid your scolding.

Morgan, Mordred, and the others joined up with Artoria.

Then they found you and Merlin.

Except you and Merlin were doing something extremely bizarre at the moment.

Morgan frowned at Bai Ming, who was raggedly dressed yet full of energy. "What are you doing?"

"Mm..."

Merlin pinched his chin and pondered for a moment before saying, "Making some miraculous secret tools to deal with Vortigern."

"Such as?"

"Dear, if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret anymore."

Bai Ming held grudges, so he was determined to repay Vortigern's ambush with a similar method.

Seeing Bai Ming completely unharmed, Gawain let out a sigh of relief. "Father, it's good that you're all right."

Mordred glared coldly at Gawain, who had no idea what madness his sister was acting up over.

In truth, what angered Mordred was very simple. She despised her elder brother Gawain and King Arthur as useless trash with nothing but reputations. She had lacked a suitable weapon and hated that she could not stand beside her father and face Vortigern with him.

Her elder brother Gawain had been as brave as their father since childhood. He had the favor of the Lady of the Lake, the blessing of the sun, and a Holy Sword containing a pseudo-sun. King Arthur Artoria had received long-term instruction and companionship from Merlin and Bai Ming, while also wielding Excalibur and the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad.

Yet they had been trapped for days by a single trap.

Fuck, they were all useless.

Morgan's eyes flickered from the side. Mordred's emotions were actually easy to understand, but she always felt that Mordred held some strange feelings toward you.

Of course, Mordred was not the only one with such strange feelings. Artoria did too.

Considering that both Artoria and Mordred had been raised by you, along with how her mother had fallen for King Uther because he gave her a fatherly feeling, Morgan began to wonder whether everyone in this family had some strange father complex.

But I don't, do I...?

Morgan looked toward Bai Ming. Whenever she spent time with him, she seemed to always be the one whose requests were granted. He had spoiled her so much that she was beginning to feel like a daughter too—Britannian profanity, so there really was such a complex?

Bai Ming asked, "Have Agravain and the others withdrawn?"

Merlin answered, "They're all out. They dispersed the troops and are gathering here."

Artoria walked over and said guiltily, "Joslin, I'm sorry."

Bai Ming glanced at Artoria. "The one who should apologize is Merlin."

"Well, well, I can't hear a thing?"

You told Artoria Vortigern's information, then went to inspect the assembled Knights of the Round Table. Some knights you knew well had already gathered, but only two caught your attention: one was Lancelot, and the other was Tristan.

You noticed Lancelot only because he was an excellent fighter. He had once fought Gawain for an entire day, forcing the battle into the night before finally winning. You watched Tristan only because you wanted to enjoy the show.

After all, Tristan had remained obsessed with Isolde just like Viego—well, perhaps Viego's prototype was Tristan. Only, in the end, it was Tristan who died rather than Isolde.

After a period of rest and recovery,

Artoria's army gathered, and Mordred joined Artoria's forces at your recommendation—Mordred usually listened to you, except when your own interests were being harmed.

The army marched once more, heading straight for Vortigern in Camelot.

You once again acted as the vanguard. Concerned for your safety, Artoria had Gawain stop guarding her and guard you instead. You gladly agreed.

The army arrived near Camelot, which remained surrounded by black shadows.

Bai Ming said, "Gawain, charge the Holy Sword and gather power, but don't release it. Raid with me. This time, I'm going to hit Vortigern hard."

"Understood, Father."

You and Gawain took the lead, leaving the main army behind. Your old comrade Eufis, serving as your deputy, had already grown used to your behavior and took command of the army.

As you charged forward, sunlight vanished, and Gawain lost his enhancement. You activated the Golden Light Charm. The charm, which gathered sunlight, instantly turned you into a miniature sun. Gawain realized that his father had been hiding a trick—he could actually turn himself into a miniature sun.

When Vortigern spotted you and Gawain, Gawain immediately fired a beam of light at Vortigern under your instructions.

"Vortigern, I'm back! Eat my halberd!"

Gawain's beam of light collided with the dense shadows. Without even checking whether it had hit Vortigern, Bai Ming leaped from his horse and soared through the air. Divine lightning burst from the sky, lightning and golden radiance flashing around Bai Ming's body, along with a smooth bronze mirror flickering in his other hand.

Vortigern could only cover his eyes with shadows and rely on instinct to fend off the pincer attack from Bai Ming and Gawain, father and son.

"Despicable outsider!"

"Hehe, once you're dead, I'll be brave and wise! After fighting you, old bastard, last time, I realized something—"

When Vortigern felt the light disappear and removed the shadows covering his eyes, the no-longer-glowing Bai Ming pressed right up against his face and pushed the Golden Light Charm to its limit. Vortigern screamed, hurriedly used shadows to shield himself again, and then slashed his sword at Bai Ming. Gawain swung his sword and blocked Vortigern's strike.

"If I talked honor with you, I'd have to be brain-damaged. You're not even human, while I am. This fight was unequal from the very beginning, so as the weaker side, no matter what means I use, as long as I win and survive, it's glorious!"

Bai Ming retreated with the momentum and took out a miraculous tool he had prepared in advance. Forming hand seals and chanting an incantation, he violently hurled the object in his hand.

Scriptural rites, repentance rites, fasting, offerings, talismans, forbidden spells, concealment, spirit-riding, exorcism, demon-subduing, monster-slaying, disaster-averting, blessing prayers, strategic arts, military tactics, immortal arts, and fasting arts were all Daoist techniques. Vortigern had assimilated himself with the Isle of Britain, making him an evil presence to the many fairies and spirits on the island. With Bai Ming proficient in Daoist arts, fully prepared, and Vortigern ignorant of the Daoist system, Bai Ming would have felt he had failed his abilities—enhanced severalfold in the Age of Gods—if he did not hit him hard.

Bai Ming's move directly purified the island and awakened the spirits of its mountains, rivers, and lands, making them resist Vortigern's assimilation.

While fighting Vortigern, Gawain suddenly felt Vortigern's strength begin to decline. Originally being pressed into defending, he began attempting to counterattack. Bai Ming grabbed the Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd and charged in again, sighing as he fought. "Sigh... the mana density in the Age of Gods makes everything feel fucking amazing! Outside this Age of Gods environment, the effects wouldn't be nearly this good! Vortigern, you rose because of the Age of Gods and you'll fall because of the Age of Gods, won't you?"

Gawain attacked Vortigern's upper body, while Bai Ming went straight for his lower body.

"Despicable, shameless outsider, why are you only targeting my lower body?"

Vortigern's Death

Even weakened, Vortigern was not someone Gawain could handle.

So, during the brief period when you deliberately held back, your eldest son—whom you had been acting around—was quickly sent flying by Vortigern. You even complained that if it had been you, you would have sent him flying even higher.

Vortigern paused for a moment because of your complaint. Then you drove your halberd straight into his body, viciously twisted it once, and kicked Vortigern away.

"Feels great! Vortigern, you old dog, how dare you lose focus while fighting me?"

Bai Ming gripped the halberd shaft and swept the weapon straight across Vortigern's face before turning and leaving.

Vortigern felt utterly humiliated. Dense shadows chased after Bai Ming, while Bai Ming looped around and charged back at Vortigern.

After taking one of Gawain's light blasts, being weakened by Bai Ming, and getting stabbed by the halberd, Vortigern was clearly struggling.

At that moment, Gawain, who had been sent flying, returned to the battlefield.

"Father, give me light!"

Hearing this, Vortigern was about to use the Veil of Night to separate Bai Ming and Gawain again. But Bai Ming directly threw his halberd at Vortigern while cursing, "You little bastard, write me an essay after this. No fewer than six hundred words. The title will be 'My Father Is Like the Sun.'"

Even Gawain's mind froze for a moment at those words.

This was a post-battle self-criticism report, right?

Father's methods for dealing with Mordred had finally fallen on me.

Vortigern blocked your halberd with shadows, but he could not stop you from becoming Gawain's mobile sun.

With a casual gesture, the halberd returned to your hand.

Vortigern cursed several times, but he quickly became smug again.

After dozens of exchanges, you and Vortigern had already switched positions. Vortigern now stood with his back to Camelot's gates.

Vortigern laughed wildly. "Look, your king—the red dragon capable of killing me—has not come to this battlefield."

Gawain had just wanted to say something when Bai Ming cut him off. Pointing behind Vortigern, Bai Ming said, "How dare you assume Lily isn't here? Lily, use Rhongomyniad and give him a hard one!"

The moment Vortigern removed the shadows from his eyes and turned his head, Bai Ming grabbed his eldest son Gawain and hurled him over.

At that moment, as the eldest son, Gawain felt that his father was even more like a gorilla than he was.

Gawain immediately released the Holy Sword. "Holy Sword, draw forth—radiance drives away the night. What illuminates the earth is unchanging protection, Excalibur Galatine!"

"Despicable Joslin!"

How could Vortigern not know that Bai Ming's words were most likely a lie? But even if there was only a one percent chance, he did not dare gamble, because if he lost that gamble, he would immediately collapse.

Vortigern took the full force of Excalibur Galatine at point-blank range and spat out several mouthfuls of blood, but that was all.

Before being weakened, he could have forcibly swallowed all the energy of that Excalibur Galatine strike.