After unlocking all CGs, a Type-Moon girlfriend comes knocking.

Alvin let go of Gray's hand and threw the cage containing Yade to her.

dong dong!

The core of the White Dragon furnace vibrated.

Alvin faced the holy spear, raised his right fist, and black magic power condensed on his arm. It didn't look like flesh and blood at all, but as if it had just been hammered out of the abyss, extremely hard.

Even Yade, who was dressed in magic attire, was a little frightened at this moment. It was the first time that he saw a magician dare to face the Holy Spear with his flesh and blood. Even if it was just the shadow of the Holy Spear, he would be annihilated into ashes by the Holy Spear if he was not careful.

However, the result was beyond its expectations. Alvin's black fist rushed towards the phantom of the holy spear and shattered the phantom of the holy spear condensed by the goddess with one punch. The power of the fist did not decrease at all, and the black magic seemed to swallow up the magic of the holy spear together.

boom!

Arvin, who descended in the body of a dragon, possesses unparalleled destructive power, no less than any weapon in the world.

After shattering the shadow of the holy spear, he rushed directly towards the goddess in front of him.

As a deity, Longominid had no blood, but the punch made her involuntarily take a few steps back, as if the brilliance that had just emanated from her body had dimmed a little.

"Is this guy really human? How can a magus have such a powerful body? This body is basically no different from a weapon..."

Yade was a little stunned. He knew that Alvin's magic circuit was very special, but he had never expected Alvin to shatter the Holy Spear's phantom purely by strength. This...

"Why are you still standing there? Take her over there!"

At this time, Alvin's voice sounded.

Yade finally reacted and turned to Gray and shouted, "Kid, come with me!"

The gray-haired girl reacted immediately and ran towards the core area of ​​the Holy Spear carrying Yade.

The goddess Longominid did not stop the two of them, or perhaps she knew that as long as the young man was still in front of her, she would not be able to distract herself and take care of other things.

At the entrance to the top of the tower, a blonde girl had just climbed up. After seeing the battle here, a hint of interest quickly flashed in her eyes.

"The divine spirit born from the Holy Lance has no self-awareness, and its power is naturally inferior to that of a true god..."

"But this is the first time I've seen someone use their physical body to directly block the Holy Lance's phantom... The White Dragon is truly a monster."

Even the Root Princess was shocked when she saw Alvin fighting Longominid with his physical body.

If I remember correctly, Bailong is King Arthur's husband... Why would he be so dedicated to helping a time traveler?

boom!

Alvin met Longominiard's holy spear with another punch.

However, this time, Longominiard seemed to have anticipated it, and when the tip of the gun collided with Alvin's fist, he opened his lips slightly.

It seems to say an obscure byte.

It was a voice as majestic as that of a god. In just the moment the voice fell, the entire Tower of Light seemed to tremble violently!

From the top of the tower, a golden beam of light suddenly fell from the sky like a punishment from heaven!

That kind of power gives people a terrible feeling of suffocation even when watching it from a distance.

Alvin's heart trembled. Even if he was the body of a white dragon, he would not dare to despise a god. Even if this god was not complete, it should not be underestimated.

More and more magic power overflowed from the White Dragon Furnace, and Alvin's body gradually turned into a dragon shape.

Faintly, one seemed to hear the roar of a demon dragon under the sky. The endless grandeur made the people who saw this scene in the palace tremble involuntarily.

Even though several years have passed, when they see the shadow of the demon dragon that covers the sky and the sun, they still remember the powerlessness and fear they felt when facing the white dragon.

But Aika Sajo's eyes were full of longing and yearning.

The young man transformed into a white dragon to fight against the Holy Spear... This scene was full of magical fairy tale colors no matter how you looked at it.

Behind Alvin, rich magical fluctuations roared like a river, and a black light cannon gradually took shape.

The moment the magic power of the holy spear fell, the dragon also spewed out a black light cannon, as if it wanted to shatter the sky together!

The golden and black magic powers collided with a loud bang, an endless rumbling sound resounded in the tower, and the magical aura swept across the world.

Longominiad's figure was already illusory, and this time after releasing the treasure, her body was even more like a foam phantom, as if it would break and disappear at any time.

Alvin was not injured, but he could clearly feel that a lot of magic power had been lost from the white dragon's core, and it could not be replenished immediately.

"No wonder Vortigern wanted to revive the Age of Gods... The end of the Age of Gods will indeed affect the recovery speed of the White Dragon's core." Alvin sighed in his heart.

If it were in the early days of the Age of Gods, even if such a huge amount of magic power was released, Alvin would be able to replenish it in the first time.

But now, it will take him some time to get his supplies back.

To put it bluntly, the thinner the magic power in the air, the greater the impact on the white dragon.

"Do you need my help?"

At this moment, a girl's clear and pleasant voice suddenly came from behind.

Alvin shook his head and said, "Once Gray controls the Holy Spear, the divine spirit born from it will disappear on its own."

"Besides, she probably won't be able to launch an offensive for a while."

Aika Sajo looked forward, and as expected, after releasing the treasures one after another, the figure of the blonde goddess became increasingly transparent, and it was obvious that she was very weak.

hum!

At this moment, a long and trembling sound suddenly came from not far ahead.

With the Holy Spear as the center, golden light seemed to illuminate the heaven and earth, and the spear body vibrated slightly.

A gray-haired girl was bathed in golden light, her right hand tightly grasping the holy spear.

Alvin looked up at the scene with a shocked look in his eyes, muttering, "The Holy Spear really didn't reject Gray..."

The Holy Lance is King Arthur's weapon. Anyone who can hold the Holy Lance must be a descendant of King Arthur.

In other words... is Grey's life story really related to King Arthur?

The movement of the Tower of Light almost instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the palace, including Morgan who was in the magic workshop.

She has a tall and graceful figure, and the gorgeous dress highlights her noble and cold temperament, and her proud breasts are extremely majestic.

Although she looks cold and aloof from the outside, her figure is very attractive, like a beautiful and seductive witch.

The crystal-colored high heels made a crisp and pleasant sound as they stepped on the wooden floor.

Morgan walked to the door of the Magic Workshop and looked at the direction of the Tower of Light, with a hint of thought in her beautiful eyes.

"Mother, do you want to send someone over to check it out?" Gareth's voice came from beside him.

Morgan shook his head slightly and said, "Alvin is there too, so there's no need to worry about any trouble over there. Just have someone keep an eye on it."

"Compared to this, how are the preparations I asked you to make going?"

"I've already had someone spread the news this morning. After today, all the time travelers and the British high-ranking officials will know about the dinner."

Gareth said, looking at Morgan cautiously with a subtle look.

"Mother...are you really planning to broker a collaboration between the two parties?"

Hearing this, Morgan just shook his head slightly: "I don't care what the future holds for Britain and the time travelers."

She paused briefly and continued, "But Britain's stability and prosperity have always been his wish."

Because it was his wish, even the witch who once wanted revenge on the whole of Britain was willing to put aside her hatred to fulfill the boy's wish.

Gareth's silence is golden.

Although it sounds very touching, just imagine if Morgan walked into the dinner party with Alvin's arm around him...

Is this really about collaboration?

This is clearly a high-profile announcement of her relationship with Alvin to everyone, right?!

Fortunately, the king is still in Avalon... otherwise, if he knew about this, he would be so angry that he would explode on the spot, right?

Gareth thought secretly with relief in his heart.

……

Tower of Glory.

When the endless light faded away, the gray-haired girl slowly opened her eyes as if from a long sleep.

In her hand, she tightly grasped the holy spear that symbolized power and glory.

"Did it really succeed?"

When the girl saw the holy spear in her hand, her eyes became slightly dazed, and she felt that it was quite unreal.

Shining in the Lance of Doom, King Arthur's weapon... could she actually pull it out?

"I've already told you, as long as I'm here, you'll definitely be able to control this holy spear."

A strange laugh came from the Holy Spear: "Originally, when you held the Holy Spear, the divine spirit residing within it should have eroded your spiritual will, but with me here, you don't have to worry about that."

"But your magic circuits are too weak. You probably still can't unleash the Holy Lance's true power. Modern magicians are really too weak, hahahaha..."

Gray ignored what Yade said because she quickly thought of something and subconsciously turned her head to look behind her.

Alvin, dressed in a black robe, was standing behind her, looking at her with satisfaction.

Is he okay... Gray secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Alvin walked forward, looked at the holy spear in the girl's hand for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "It seems to be going well."

It was like playing a game of developing the heroine. Just seeing the heroine's strength improve, Alvin felt a sense of joy of a good harvest.

"...Thank you." Gray whispered.

"If you want to thank me, just treat me to a few more meals when you get back." Alvin said with a smile.

"And... remember to keep the secret for me."

The gray-haired girl subconsciously looked up at him. The moment their eyes met, she quietly lowered her head, with only a shy blush on her face.

"……it is good."

The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was this kind of shyness that made it so attractive.