What Kind of Type-Moon Is This!

Vortigern showed no reaction to your curses, but your voice did produce some unexpected effects.

Merlin, who was in some woman's belly, was startled by your shout and retracted himself. The legendary sage took a look with his clairvoyance, realized something big had happened, and began to run towards Camelot with his excellent leg strength.

As for you, you clashed with Vortigern's martial arts and magic for two full days, finally exhausting your strength. The Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd was also knocked away, landing behind Vortigern.

Vortigern was surprised by your endurance. It should be known that his ability to fight you for so long was entirely due to his fusion with the Isle of Britain and possessing the White Dragon Reactor Core.

"Human, your efforts are enough to earn you a good reputation."

Vortigern, holding his sword, which you had chipped, walked towards Bai Ming, who lay on the ground, exhausted.

Bai Ming knew Vortigern intended to take his head, but how could he give up?

[Talent: Take Advantage of the Situation activated]

[As Vortigern relaxed and approached to deliver the final blow, you suddenly raised your hand, throwing sand you had somehow clutched into Vortigern's eyes. Hidden within this sand was a basic lightning spell, as basic as it gets.]

[Your magic had already run dry, and using such a lightning spell was your limit.]

[Vortigern, caught off guard, had his eyes covered by the sand and was hit by a lightning strike that could only paralyze him for a few seconds.]

[This was the first time Vortigern felt truly annoyed.]

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

"Shameless fellow, you should be ashamed of your actions."

Vortigern swung his sword down, striking Bai Ming. However, Bai Ming's entire body suddenly exploded, scattering a large number of petals.

A white figure holding a staff, with the exhausted Bai Ming on his back, exclaimed, "Oh dear, oh dear, I made it! Josslyn, that shout of yours was really loud. I knew I shouldn't have run so far to avoid you."

[Perhaps it was because you often beat up Merlin, but even with the Veil of Night and the shadow-filled Camelot, it didn't impede Merlin's escape one bit.]

[You finally breathed a sigh of relief. You thought that before it ended, you hadn't properly said goodbye to everyone else. If you had really died, it would have felt like a loss.]

"Damn you, Merlin! I was wondering where you were. If you had been here from the start, Vortigern wouldn't have gotten in!"

Bai Ming relaxed a bit and used the little magic he had just generated to summon his Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd. Vortigern, who had no intention of pursuing further, was almost disarmed by the suddenly recalled halberd.

A streak of dark purple lightning cut through the darkness.

It was said: The Star of Yaoguang, piercing the moon like a rainbow.

After flying back, the Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd grew smaller and smaller, directly entering Bai Ming's sea of consciousness.

Upon hearing Bai Ming's complaint, Merlin replied:

"I'm not as strong as you—oh dear, even the understanding big brother Merlin can misjudge people sometimes. You're really strong—but that's not something you learned in Britain, is it? If you lie to me now, I'll throw you down immediately."

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

"Tsk—even if you didn't say it, I would know, wouldn't I?"

"I'm going to sleep for a bit—"

Bai Ming's words made Merlin anxious: "Hey, hey, hey, don't sleep, don't sleep! Josslyn, 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 stunned and asked, "Huh... how did you do that?"

Bai Ming replied, "I didn't lose this fight. It's just that he has the home-field advantage in Britain. Once I prepare properly, I'll give him a real beating."

Chapter 10: Despicable Outsider

[Camelot was still lost, but it was entirely not your fault. If it weren't for Merlin, that big-headed, little-headed, old lecher, Camelot wouldn't have fallen.]

[However, since Merlin allowed you to continue this real game, you didn't intend to hold his actions against him.]

[After all, Merlin would eventually be severely punished for his womanizing.]

[You would have had nightmares in the simulation after this battle with Vortigern, but Merlin is a half-nightmare. Nightmares are a feast to him, so your nightmares were completely devoured by Merlin before they even began. He even created a dreamscape resembling a field of dream flowers to help you sleep more soundly on his back.]

[After Merlin carried you away, Artoria finally broke free and galloped back like the wind.]

[But Camelot had already fallen, so you planned to retake it.]

[Morgan had not gone far. Instead, she took Mordred, Gareth, and others and burned King Uther's tomb during the chaos. She knew you might scold her for this, but she knew how to avoid your reprimands.]

[Morgan and Mordred and the others rendezvoused with Artoria.]

[They then found you and Merlin.]

[However, you and Merlin were currently engaged in some rather abstract activities.]

Morgan frowned upon seeing Bai Ming, who was ragged but full of spirit: "What are you two doing?"

"Hmm..."

Merlin stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before replying, "Creating some magical secret items to deal with Vortigern."

"Such as?"

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

Bai Ming was vengeful and was determined to retaliate against Vortigern's surprise attack with similar means.

Seeing Bai Ming completely unharmed, Gawain breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Father, I'm glad you're alright."

Mordred watched Gawain with cold eyes. Gawain had no idea why his sister was acting so strangely.

In reality, Mordred's annoyance stemmed from a simple source: she disdained her brother Gawain and King Arthur as useless figureheads. Lacking a suitable weapon, she only wished she could have been by her father's side to face Vortigern.

Her brother Gawain, since childhood, had been as valiant as their father, favored by the Lady of the Lake, protected by the sun, and wielded a Holy Sword that sealed a pseudo-sun. King Arthur, Artoria, had received prolonged instruction and companionship from Merlin and Bai Ming, and held both the Sword of Promised Victory and the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad.

And yet, they could be trapped by a mere ambush for days.

Damn it, all of them were useless.

Morgan, standing nearby, watched with a flicker in her eyes. Mordred's emotions were quite easy to understand, but she always felt Mordred harbored some peculiar feelings towards you.

Of course, Mordred wasn't the only one with such strange feelings; Artoria did too.

Considering that both Artoria and Mordred were raised by you, and adding in the fact that her own mother fell for King Uther because he felt like a father figure, Morgan began to suspect if there was some strange sort of "father complex" within this family.

But she didn't have one...

Morgan's gaze fell upon Bai Ming. When she usually interacted with Bai Ming, she seemed to be the one who always got her way, doting on her almost like a daughter—British profanity, did she really have this kind of complex?

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

Merlin replied, "They are all out. They've dispersed their forces and are gathering here."

Artoria walked over, her voice filled with guilt, "Jocelyn, I am so sorry."

Bai Ming glanced at Artoria and said, "Merlin should be the one apologizing."

"My, my, I can't hear anything, can I?"

[You informed Artoria about Vortigern's situation, then went to see the assembled Knights of the Round Table. Some familiar knights had gathered, but only two drew your attention: the first named Lancelot, and the second named Tristan.] [You noticed Lancelot simply because he was a formidable fighter. He once fought Gawain for an entire day, pushing him until nightfall before securing victory. You watched Tristan purely for entertainment.] [After all, Tristan, like Viego, ultimately remained infatuated with Isolde—well, perhaps it should be said that Viego's prototype might have been Tristan, except it wasn't Isolde who died in the end, but Tristan.]

[After a period of rest]

[Artoria's army was assembled, and Mordred, upon your recommendation, joined Artoria's forces—Mordred usually listened to you, except when your interests were threatened.]

[The army marched again, heading straight for Vortigern at Camelot.]

[You once again acted as the vanguard. Artoria, worried about your safety, had Gawain stop escorting her and instead escort you. You readily agreed.]

[The army arrived near Camelot, and Camelot was still surrounded by shadows.]

Bai Ming spoke, "Gawain, charge the Holy Sword and prepare to fire. Hold your shot, and follow me on a charge. This time, I'm going to give that Vortigern a real blow."

"Understood, Father."

[You and Gawain took the lead, leaving the main force behind. Your old comrade-in-arms, Eufis, who served as your second-in-command, was accustomed to your actions and took over the army.]

[During your charge, the sunlight disappeared, and Gawain lost his buffs. You then activated the Golden Light Charm, gathering sunlight which instantly turned you into a small sun. Gawain discovered that you, his father, had a hidden trick, being able to transform yourself into a small sun.]

[When Vortigern noticed you and Gawain, Gawain, under your instructions, unleashed a beam of light at Vortigern.]

"Vortigern, I'm back! Take this halberd!"

Gawain's beam of light collided with the dense shadows. Bai Ming, without caring if it hit Vortigern, leaped forward from his horse. Divine lightning flashed from the sky. The lightning, the golden light on Bai Ming, and the intermittent gleam of a relatively smooth bronze mirror in his other hand all flashed.

Vortigern could only shield his eyes with shadows and parry Bai Ming and Gawain's pincer attack by instinct.

"Despicable outsider!"

"Heh heh, if you die, I'll be known for my bravery and wit! After fighting you old geezer last time, I realized something—"

When Vortigern felt the light disappear and removed the shadows covering his eyes, Bai Ming, no longer glowing, pressed against Vortigern's face, pushing the Golden Light Charm to its limit. Vortigern screamed in pain and quickly used his shadows to block Bai Ming's sword. Gawain, however, swung his sword and blocked Vortigern.

"It was foolish of me to talk about fair play with you. You're not even human anymore, and I am. This battle was unequal from the start, so as the weaker party, no matter what methods I use, as long as I win and live, it's glorious!"

Bai Ming retreated smoothly, pulling out a magical, marvelous tool he had prepared. He formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and hurled the object in his hand.

The various arts such as Dharma, Repentance, Fasting, Rituals, Talismans, Curses, Invisibility, Acrobatics, Exorcism, Demon Subduing, Monster Vanquishing, Disaster Aversion, Prayer, Diplomacy, Military Strategy, Immortal Arts, and Breatharianism are all Taoist techniques. Vortigern had assimilated himself with the Isle of Britain, making him undoubtedly an evil spirit to the many fairies and sprites on the island. Bai Ming, a master of Taoist techniques, with thorough preparation and Vortigern's lack of understanding of the Taoist system, felt he would be doing the opponent a disservice if he didn't strike hard.

Bai Ming's action was to directly purify the island, awakening the spirits of the mountains and lands of Britain to resist Vortigern's assimilation.

Gawain, who was engaged in combat with Vortigern, suddenly felt Vortigern's power begin to wane. Those who had been suppressed began to attempt counterattacks. Bai Ming picked up the Pojun Divine Lightning Halberd and charged forward again, fighting and exclaiming, "Sigh... the magical concentration of the Age of Gods makes everything feel amazing! Without the Age of Gods environment, the effect isn't as good! Vortigern, you rose because of the Age of Gods, and you'll fall because of it, won't you?"

Gawain attacked Vortigern's upper body, while Bai Ming targeted his lower body.

"Despicable and shameless outsider, why are you only attacking the lower body?"

Chapter Eleven: The Death of Vortigern

[Even a weakened Vortigern was not someone Gawain could handle.]

[So, in the short time you were slacking off, your eldest son, whom you had manipulated, was quickly sent flying by Vortigern. You even sarcastically commented that if it were you, you'd send him flying even higher.]

[Vortigern paused his attack for a moment due to your remark, and then you thrust your halberd directly into Vortigern's body, twisted it fiercely, and kicked him.]

"Awesome! You old dog Vortigern, how dare you get distracted while fighting me?"

Bai Ming gripped the halberd and swept it across Vortigern's face, then turned and left.

Vortigern felt utterly humiliated. Dense shadows pursued Bai Ming, but Bai Ming circled around and charged back towards Vortigern.

Having taken a beam of light from Gawain and been weakened by Bai Ming, then impaled by a halberd, Vortigern was clearly struggling.

At this 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. Unexpectedly, Bai Ming threw his halberd directly at Vortigern, cursing as he did, "You son of a bitch, write me an essay later, no less than 600 words, titled 'My Father and the Sun'."

This statement even caused Gawain's brain to freeze for a moment.

This is a post-battle review, right?

The methods Father used on Mordred have finally fallen upon me.

[Vortigern blocked your halberd with shadows, but he couldn't stop you from becoming Gawain's mobile sun.]

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

[Vortigern cursed several times, calling it 'damnable,' but he quickly became smug again.]

[After dozens of exchanges, your positions have swapped with Vortigern's. Vortigern is now facing away from the gates of Camelot.]

Vortigern laughed wildly and arrogantly, "See? Your king, the Red Dragon who can kill me, hasn't come to this battlefield."

Gawain was about to say something when Bai Ming cut him off. Bai Ming pointed behind Vortigern and said, "How dare you assume Lily hasn't come here? Lily, use Rhongomyniad and give him a serious blow!"

As Vortigern removed the shadows from his eyes and turned his head, Bai Ming directly grabbed his eldest son, Gawain, and threw him over.

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

And Gawain directly unleashed the Holy Sword: "Holy Sword, draw your blade—Radiant light dispels the night. What shines upon the earth is unwavering protection, Excalibur Galatine!"

"You despicable Josceline!"

How could Vortigern not know that what Bai Ming said was most likely false? But even with a 1% chance, he dared not gamble, because losing the gamble would mean immediate collapse.

Vortigern, who took the full force of Excalibur Galatine at point-blank range, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, but it was only a few mouthfuls of blood.

Before he was weakened, he could have completely swallowed all the energy of Excalibur Galatine.