To become a king and a magician

After shattering Arthur's light blade with all his might, Natsukawa Tora opened his empty left hand with his five fingers spread out, but before he could close it to make the next move, Arthur had already arrived in front of him!

(Suffered—)

The holy sword slashed horizontally with all its might, like a golf ball being struck.

"Thump—!"

Xia Chuanhu was immediately sent flying towards the dome of the barrier!

(Damn it, if it wants an even more powerful manifestation of imagination, it doesn't give me any time to prepare, and close combat is also a 50/50 chance... This is never going to end.)

Admittedly, in terms of overall strength, Natsukawa Torato is definitely above Arthur. As an elf, he has the power to suppress anyone. If Arthur's strength is 100, then his is 110.

In close combat, neither of them could gain the upper hand. If we include the conception, Natsukawa Tora is undoubtedly stronger. However, the problem is that the conception completed hastily is not strong enough to interfere with Arthur's actions. If Natsukawa Tora wanted a more refined conception, Arthur would never give him that time.

Not even for a second!

If the process of realizing one's fantasy is interrupted, Natsukawa Torato will be severely punished by Arthur for the flaws he exposes!

"Boom--!"

A tremor came from below, and Arthur shattered the ground as he charged toward Natsukawa Tora, who was leaning against the dome!

"Pfft—!"

The holy sword pierced through Xia Chuanhu's chest in an instant!

Fatal wound!

Staring into Arthur's lifeless eyes, clenching his teeth, he reached behind Arthur's head and wrapped his arms around Arthur's body. In Arthur's slightly widened gaze, Natsukawa Tora held him tightly—

"You delivered yourself to me, go get your head replaced, you bastard..."

"BOOM————————————!!"

The earth-shattering explosion reverberated throughout the barrier.

29. You little brat, get up!

As a spirit, Natsukawa Tiger possesses the following abilities.

—The ability to perceive the surrounding space in real time.

—Comprehensive support from the planet itself.

—The realization of fantasy.

And the ability to adapt oneself to the enemy's fighting style—self-transformation.

Compared to the other three, self-transformation is an ability that Natsukawa Torato rarely uses, since it is similar to the concept of figurative imagination, but there are differences.

The realization of fantasy is a transformation of the world itself. The objects that can be affected do not include living beings, but only the ability to freely change the environment and conditions.

Self-transformation, on the other hand, is aimed at one's own capabilities.

No matter what kind of enemy you face, you can adjust yourself to the most suitable state to fight against them, which is specifically manifested in your formal attire.

In the current situation, the most suitable use would be to create a slash that can counter Arthur's attack, or to make changes that can speed up recovery.

but--

"Boom—!"

Amidst the explosion and intense flames that shook the entire spatial barrier, Arthur's figure plummeted straight to the ground from the dome like a kite with a broken string.

With a forceful pull, he pulled the holy sword from his chest and threw it away. Xia Chuanhu landed slowly, panting, "The explosive impact was equivalent to a volcanic eruption... That should be enough to clear your head, right?"

The fiery red suit that Natsukawa Tora was wearing now resembled burning lava, constantly radiating heat.

This is a dress inspired by a volcano, designed to constantly release impacts equivalent to a volcanic eruption.

Impact, flames, high temperatures... the very existence of this garment is equivalent to the concept of a volcano.

The volcanic eruption strike, delivered at point-blank range to Arthur's head, now appears to have had a remarkably effective effect, making it all worthwhile that Natsukawa Tora was stabbed right through the head.

(Thankfully, it didn't pierce the heart, otherwise even with the scabbard of the Holy Sword, it would have taken a while to recover—and that would have been the end of it...)

"Click..."

A soft sound suddenly rang out.

Arthur, lying not far away with his body charred black, should theoretically be unable to stand up for a while after being hit by the volcanic eruption. However, in Natsukawa Tora's eyes, he is slowly getting back to his feet.

"Aren't you a little too tough?"

Even Natsukawa Tora was somewhat amazed.

Because he became a living seal of Vortigern, Arthur now unconsciously uses some of Vortigern's magic, and Vortigern himself possesses the Holy Grail, making his magic almost limitless.

With the support of this infinite magic, or perhaps unconsciously using the power of the Holy Grail, Arthur, who should not have been able to stand up, miraculously stood up—that's probably the situation.

"Hoo~~~ Ha~~~~"

Taking a deep breath, and with the planet's support, he recovered to his peak condition in just a few breaths, and Natsukawa Tora raised his holy sword.

As a result, after a fierce struggle for nearly seven minutes, they returned to the starting point.

(It feels like this will never end, we have to do something big to him...)

"you you......"

However, just as Natsukawa Tora was pondering, Arthur, who had stood up again, did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, he opened and closed his mouth, like a patient with aphasia who had regained the ability to speak, and slowly uttered a sentence.

"You are... um... you... are... a tiger..."

"!"

Xia Chuanhu's eyes twitched slightly, then he sighed heavily: "He's awake? You idiot Arthur."

"Uh...ah...I...I'm almost there..."

As if enduring something, Arthur dropped the holy sword from his hand with a clatter, clutching his head tightly with both hands, looking as if he wanted to crush his head in desperation.

Something is wrong!

(Could it be that he hasn't recovered yet...? No, judging from the language, he should have recovered somewhat, but—is it the influence of Vortigern?!)

Arthur had been suppressing Vortigern to prevent it from fully recovering through the Holy Grail. As a result, his own ego, consciousness, and spirit had been almost completely worn away in the past six months, making him practically a puppet.

Issuing even a few orders is the limit.

But now, through his battle with Natsukawa Torato, and the heavy blow to the head that he had subconsciously used the power of the Holy Grail, Arthur has begun to recover some of his strength—and thus, he is feeling pain again.

They risked their lives to suppress Vortigern's suffering.

Vortigern is a final device created on the island of Britain. Whether in Pan-Human History or Lostbelts, its purpose is to destroy the island of Britain. It is not something that can be suppressed and sealed away by a single person.

Therefore, Arthur is now suffering the consequences.

No, it should be called assimilation.

"Arthur... are you in pain?"

"Ugh... Ah..."

Trembling, Arthur bent down to pick up the holy sword. His body stiffened as he turned to Xia Chuanhu, but at that moment, Xia Chuanhu was already in front of him, plunging the holy sword into his chest.

Just like he did to himself not long ago.

Without any hesitation.

Unlike Natsukawa Torata, who is an elf, Arthur is a Servant. If his spirit core is shattered, he cannot remain in the world for long. Making a wish to the Holy Grail might be a possible way, but Arthur cannot do it.

After all, the actual owner of the Holy Grail was Vortigern, not Arthur.

Natsukawa Tora reached out and put his arm around Arthur as they slowly sat down. Looking at Arthur's calm expression, he sighed softly, "You really know how to give me something to do. Do you like being beaten by me? It was the same ten years ago."

“I’m sorry to have troubled you, Master…” Arthur’s voice sounded weak. “I always believed you would come here.”

"I don't want a man's trust at all. It's so cheesy and gives me goosebumps."

"Haha, is that so?"

Arthur gave a wry smile, then said seriously, "It's not over yet, Xia Chuan. I can sense that because my spirit core has been shattered by you, the seal on Vortigern that has been in place until now has also been broken. This inherent barrier manifested by Vortigern will soon be dispelled, and after that—"

"Okay, come on, shut your mouth first, I'm going to stuff it in!"

Taking out the Holy Grail he had stolen from Gawain, Lancelot, and Tristan, Natsukawa Tiger stuffed it all into Arthur's body, then grabbed his collar and said, "Looks like you're planning to just go back to Avalon and sleep it off? You haven't finished what you were supposed to do and you want to run away? Dream on, get up, the battle isn't over yet."

"Your three knights are worried sick about you, and Vortigern is about to wake up. Are you the kind of person who won't get revenge after being defeated once?"

"At least I'm not."

Natsukawa Tora stood up and kicked Arthur, as if urging him to get up quickly.

"The one who wants to destroy Vortigern is the red dragon of Britain, Arthur Pendragon, right?"

30. The boss has entered a new phase; time to use potions.

The world is collapsing.

This is the only thing that Gao Wen and the others can understand right now.

And this isn't just a figure of speech; it's a literal statement: the world they inhabit is beginning to collapse.

"This world is a natural barrier manifested by Vortigern through the Holy Grail, a place it prepared for itself to rest. The fact that it is now beginning to collapse means..."

"Votiggen is about to wake up."

Artoria continued Gawain's sentence.

"That's probably why so many dragon calamities have suddenly appeared now."

The three of them are currently located outside the White Dragon Kingdom. After the battle between Natsukawa Tiger and Arthur began, for some unknown reason, a large number of dragon calamities have appeared outside the city, so many that Tristan alone is completely unable to handle them.

Therefore, even though they really wanted to see the final outcome of the battle, Gawain and the others rushed back to the main gate and managed to barely hold off the dragon calamity.

It could be said that it blocked—

"This will never end!"

Jeanne Alter, panting heavily, complained as she wielded her flames to incinerate the swooping wyvern.

In stark contrast to Jeanne d'Arc, whose defensive capabilities are equivalent to a fortress, Jeanne d'Arc Alter's firepower is undoubtedly that of a battleship. The reason she is able to stably resist the dragon's attack is largely due to her relentless barrage of firepower.