Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The Red Dragon and the White Dragon, Vortigern and Artoria, the Saxons and Wales

The prophecies and stories existing in history describe how King Arthur led the Welsh people to fight against Gaul and Rome, driving the Anglo-Saxons, who were the invaders, out of the island.

In Type-Moon, the red and white dragons in this story are real entities.

The white dragon Vortigern represents Britain itself. The king, manifesting as an island, is its embodiment. Vortigern was originally Uther's brother, but after the white dragon, he ceased to be human.

As an extension of the island, he despises human civilization and the age of civilization. He knows he cannot coexist with humanity; what he wants to preserve is the Britain of the past, the mysterious era.

This led to the war between Vortigern and King Arthur, which, in essence, was a confrontation between the divine era and the modern will.

To maintain the age of gods, or to move towards the modern era?

However, this does not mean that Gaia and Alaya are in a struggle. Gaia is different from Alaya. Gaia, which represents the planet and its overall will, cannot actually be said to have an absolutely unified thought.

There are many incarnations of Gaia's will, such as the Sumerian gods and Vortigern. Gaia is the unified name for the will of the ecosystem and the thought of the land itself, but it is by no means an individual with a single primary thought.

They are often in conflict, just as King Arthur, wielding the Star Sword and the Holy Lance, defeated Vortigern. The wills of the planets also argue endlessly about different goals and directions.

In short, just think of it as a conflict between the state government and the central government!

The support that Tsurugi is receiving at this moment comes from the Gaia will of the island of Britain, the 'state government'.

—I don't want the Age of Gods to end, I don't want to enter the modern era, I don't want to retreat from 4.6 billion years of history!

Without the River Thrush, Vortigern would have chosen to possess the body of Uther's brother, irreversibly five hundred years later, and, as the lowly Vortigern, initiate war, gathering and corrupting the Gauls and Saxons in order to destroy Camelot and slaughter the Welsh to end the human era.

But now that Dongjiang is here, everything is different.

For these primal desires that yearn to return to the age of gods and loathe the current civilization of mankind, the Tsurugi River is a perfect vessel that can be described as a miracle!

If it were him, if it were him, he would surely be able to contain their power and become a powerful being that surpasses even the gods in the mortal world!

In this way, no matter how much the weak humans resist, they will be suppressed. No matter how much they yearn for it, they will never reach their own era. The Age of Gods will not end there, but will continue!

In fact, during the massacres that occurred along the way, Dongjiang received attention from more than just Vottigeng.

However, in all other regions where the Age of Gods had faded away, he was destined not to receive the support and blessing of the extinct local will.

But in Britain, the undying white dragon can respond to him and offer assistance.

Even more so, it can bring the lingering power of the Age of Gods from other lands to aid Tsugumi!

This explains why, as soon as Tsurugi left Rome, he was inexplicably attacked by various fantasy species that should have been hiding in the deep mountains and forests.

That is why the will of the gods yearns to establish a connection with him—and if this is achieved, Tsugumi may become the Earth UO that replaces humanity as a whole.

Vortigern: Hey! Boss, we support you in creating a new Earth-based UO!!!

'The power of the Gaia pathway has been detected, and you have gained the attention of the 'Will of Britain'!'

You have gained the temporary skill [White Dragon's Heart: EX]

You have gained the temporary skill [Power of the Island: EX]

You have gained a temporary skill [Anti-Humanity: EX]

"Why is it temporary? Little Fu, what makes you so stingy that even your filial piety to your brother has a time limit?" Saint Dongjiang said with dissatisfaction.

The white dragon of Britain responded with a pitiful expression—not that it didn't want to, but that it couldn't.

How he wished he could pour all the island's power directly into Tsurugi's body and turn him into a little UO! But he couldn't!

Just like when he sent those fantasy creatures to attack Tsugumi before, it was because he couldn't communicate with her and couldn't establish a connection with her!

A blessing far more terrifying than the will of a planet protects everything concerning the saint Dongjiang.

The White Dragon couldn't even possess a body, let alone try to take it over. Especially after witnessing Tsurugi send Hiel to heaven, the White Dragon became even more docile.

Neither of the Gaia's wills would be willing or dare to provoke such an external, multi-faceted existence.

If Tsugumi is unwilling, then no matter how hard Haku tries, he will have no way to influence him.

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Fortunately, Tsurugi, who had drifted away from half the planet, spontaneously felt disappointed and bored with human civilization and wanted to establish a different era.

Bailong doesn't care what the Age of Gods will be like; for him, all he wants is to return to that era!

Bai Long was a sensible person and knew what Dongjiang meant, so he immediately offered his 'tribute'.

'You have obtained the item, [Heart of Albion]'

'You have obtained the genetic information of the [Albion Dragon], and your power of jealousy has increased!'

'The Jealousy Ability (Lv0) has been upgraded to the Jealousy Ability (Lv1)!'

"Oh, that's more like it." Tsugumi showed a satisfied expression.

The Heart of Albion

'The heart of the first pure-blooded dragon, a life form that existed since the birth of Earth!'

As the most powerful mythical creature, the Albion Dragon surpasses all other dragons in power. And the strength of its heart is undeniable; it is, after all, a rare and exceptional material.

Moreover, putting all that aside, as a crown-ranking being among the dragons, the genetic information within him has also boosted his jealousy power by one level, and that gain alone is enough.

But for Dongjiang at this time and place, the awkward thing is—

These powers are completely inaccessible to him as the half-saint at this moment! On the contrary, the demon half-body has been greatly strengthened.

But Tsurugi naturally wouldn't care about such trivial matters. Even though his mind was destined to decide who was right and who was wrong through a battle, he would never pursue absolute fairness that doesn't exist.

Alright, let's begin.

Tsurugi placed her hand on the Tower of the End once more, gripped it, and then squeezed it.

His movements didn't seem particularly dramatic, even somewhat casual, as if he were simply pulling a withered branch from loose soil. However, the instant his five fingers completely closed—

The towering giant tower vanished in a beam of light.

hum!

As the Tower of the End disappeared, Britain emitted such a hum!

That wasn't a sound of vibration in the air, but an echo emanating from the solid rock beneath their feet, from the deepest, oldest veins of the island. The air instantly became thick and heavy, each breath like swallowing gelatinous light. Then, centered on where Dongjiang stood, visible, multicolored cracks exploded in all directions!

As the cracks spread, the landscape of reality begins to dissolve, fade, and reconstruct!

The winds of the Age of Gods blew in from the rift.

The surface of the ancient rock was quickly covered with a layer of dark green moss. Beneath the moss, the texture of the rock seemed to come alive, becoming warm and smooth, and gleaming with a jade-like luster.

Not far away, a sparse oak grove emitted cheerful crackling sounds. The trunks twisted and swelled wildly, the bark peeled off and regenerated, revealing the wood flowing with pale golden sap underneath. The canopy, like out-of-control green flames, spewed out an impenetrable shade upwards and in all directions.

In just a few breaths, the woodland transformed into a secret realm, filled with primal fragrance and a faint, magical mist, a place that should never have existed in this era.

And this is just the beginning.

On the more distant horizon, behind the hills, at the source of the river, a thick, milky mist, shimmering with phosphorescent specks, appeared out of nowhere, churning and gathering. From within the mist came overlapping, ethereal roars, hisses, and the muffled sound of wings beating against the air.

Some enormous and graceful silhouettes appeared and disappeared within them—the silhouette of a long neck and a single horn, the shadow of a behemoth with wings on its back and scales reflecting a cold light in the mist, and even a more enormous, winding shadow whose mere movement was enough to obscure a small patch of sky…

These are all life forms that have returned to the inner sea of ​​the star and are far removed from the surface of the world.

—They're back! They're back! The Britain of the past is back!!!

The will of the white dragon shrieked deep within Dongjiang's mind, its cry filled with ecstatic, morbid satisfaction. It no longer tried to hide itself; the surging emotions of the island's will, like a torrent bursting its banks, washed over the edges of Dongjiang's consciousness, attempting to share this "glory" with him.

—Return! Return to the cradle of stars, return to the age of animism! Pull out the anchor of the storm, tear open the veil of human reason, and let the ancient memories of the earth breathe! Let this radiance return, enveloping the entire planet!

Dongjiang did not respond to Bailong's ecstatic joy. His entire attention was focused on the true form of the "light" in his palm.

The initial explosion had subsided, and the raging storm was unusually docile and peaceful under his holy light. Soon, the object in his hand was no longer an ethereal pillar of light, but had settled into a tangible "entity" with both cold and hot touches.

A... spear?

Tsurugi looked at the cylindrical object in her hand with some uncertainty.

This was not a lance like the one used by Lungonium, but rather a strange spear formed by two intertwined spirals.

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It appears pure white, but in reality, it is the result of the forced convergence of all the spectral frequencies. The gun body is extremely smooth, while the tip converges inward.

"Is this the Holy Lance of the Fixed World?" Hiel looked at the strange spear with curiosity.

[A spear firmly planted in all things]

'The storm anchor that holds the rules in place; a creation of the planet that anchors the rules, binding and fixing the rules and the world.'

Tsurugi repeated the completely different name in a low voice, her fingertips tracing the gun barrel beneath the glowing inscription. The touch was icy, yet it emanated an enduring heat that seemed to emanate from the core of a star.

They are from the same tower at the end of the world, but the guns they pull out are completely different in both appearance and name.

However, this is not surprising in itself. Whether the Tower of the End becomes a gun or a stick, its shape is determined by the person who wields it, and the tower itself, as a 'pillar of light' anchoring the rules of the stars, does not have a fixed form.

What is the meaning of this gun's power? What are the binding and fixing rules and the form of the world? Does it still work if it leaves this world?

Tsugumi was very curious, but even putting all that aside, as a weapon, its hardness and weight were quite satisfactory to her.

Just like the Golden Cudgel, whatever else matters, being sturdy and heavy is enough!

As he spoke, he twirled the gun, weighed it in his hand, and then revealed a satisfied smile.

As a result of his reckless actions, Britain not only halted its progress toward modernization but also began to face the risk of reversing the tide of history.

Hakulong kept singing praises of the great achievement of the return of the gods, but Tsurugi's attention was no longer on any of that.

"Phew, we've finally arrived. x2"

They spoke in unison, the same voices emanating from the same space.

Hier turned his head in surprise, then gaped open, simply because standing next to him was the devil Tsurugi from Rome.

"Two, two? No, no, you're a demon—"

Before Hiel could finish speaking, the demon Tsurugi flicked her finger, and the shadow beneath her feet suddenly erupted, instantly launching her thousands of miles away!

"Alright, the troublesome little secretary is gone." Demon Tsurugi retracted her finger and smiled at Saint Tsurugi.

"According to the traditions of this world, shouldn't we start debating the issue of justice and injustice?"

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The Demon Dongjiang and the Saint Dongjiang share the same will and the same soul.

It's even difficult to say who is good and who is evil.