To become a king and a magician

However, there are limits to this. If it were a Servant, it would be fine, but now Jeanne d'Arc Alter is using Gray's body.

"At this rate, Grey won't be able to hold on! And our resistance is completely useless!"

These dragons are not living beings, but manifestations of Vortigern's magic. As long as Vortigern has magic, they will be reborn countless times. Although defeating them can reduce Vortigern's power, it is not a complete waste of effort. However, Vortigern is the one who possesses the Holy Grail, so this loss is negligible.

Everyone knows this fact.

but--

"We can't just stand by and do nothing, can we? After all, if we just stand there, we'll get killed."

"whispering sound!"

Lancelot's answer made Jeanne Alter purse her lips.

Indeed, even knowing that it was a futile effort, merely a waste of one's physical and magical energy, the battle could not be stopped. After all, these dragon scourges were all incredibly ferocious, their minds filled only with the concept of savagery, and even Jeanne d'Arc Alter could not control them.

(That's what I'm saying... Grey, can you still hold on?)

[Barely... Please don't hold back, Jeanne Alter, I'm alright.]

(Who cares about you! It's just that I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it. If you can't handle it, I won't be able to either! And that jerk of a boyfriend is worried about you too!)

"boom--------!"

While mentally retorting to Gray, Jeanne Alter once again swung the Dragon Banner in her hand, instantly engulfing the large swarm of dragons attacking from the sky into a sea of ​​fire!

The wyverns had no chance of breaking through Jeanne Alter's firepower, but the moment this batch of wyverns was burned to ashes, an even larger number of wyverns immediately filled the gap and continued to swarm down!

Just like Jeanne Alter said before—it's never going to end.

And just then...

"Thump—!"

A loud bang came from one of the city walls.

A two-legged dragon slammed its body into the wall of the White Dragon Kingdom! It smashed a small dent into the wall, and after that, hundreds, even thousands, of dragons from the swarm immediately followed suit, crashing into the wall of the White Dragon Kingdom one after another!

Countless rubble and debris fell from the city walls and crashed into the encampments below.

These camps, led by the Knights of the Round Table, were shelters for ordinary people unable to enter the city. If they were hit by falling rocks now...

"Protect--"

“GAAAAAAA——————!!”

Gawain immediately wanted to rush to her aid, but before she could even move, dozens of bipedal wyverns launched a suicidal attack at full speed towards her! She was forced to quickly dodge to the side!

However, just after she dodged, the two-legged wyverns crashed straight into the city wall! They smashed through another section of the wall!

"It's basically a siege weapon... Are they trying to make us unable to defend both sides?"

"No, the biggest problem is that there are just too many of them! Even if we unleash our Noble Phantasms, we can only eliminate the tip of the iceberg, which is far from keeping up with their regeneration rate!"

【Oh? Are we going to have a contest of quantity?】

Just then, a voice suddenly rang in the ears of everyone who was fighting against countless dragon calamities with all their might. Upon hearing this voice, the anxious expressions on Jeanne Alter and Artoria's faces instantly eased.

The same applies to Gawain, Lancelot, and Tristan; the fact that this voice is here means—

"Sizzle—!!"

With a tearing sound, countless chains appeared out of nowhere in front of the dragons that were crashing into the city wall, forming a massive chain net that could cover the entire city wall!

The next moment, the net rapidly tightened its grip, completely enveloping and gathering all the countless flying dragons inside! It formed an enormous iron sphere in the air!

Then—

"Snap!"

The iron ball suddenly shrank in size! The countless dragons inside were instantly crushed into pieces by the external pressure!

Just seconds ago, the horde of dragons had blotted out the sky, seemingly intent on covering the entire heavens...

"Only he would do something like this, right?"

"Yes, definitely a Master."

Jeanne Alter and Artoria both looked towards the city gate behind them. Beneath the city walls, which were now in ruins due to the impact of the dragon, Natsukawa Torama stood, holding an iron ball in one hand as he smiled at the two of them.

"How pathetic. You can't even hold on to this level? Lia, Jeanne Alter."

"You're so late and you still have the nerve to say that?!" Jeanne Alter wanted nothing more than to rush over and flick him on the head with her flag. Did he really think everyone was as monstrous as him?

On the other side, although they also noticed Natsukawa Torama, Gawain, Lancelot, and Tristan's attention was completely drawn to the person standing next to Natsukawa Torama.

"His Majesty......"

“My King…”

"Has the king finally woken up?"

Hearing the whispers of the three Knights of the Round Table, Arthur, standing beside Natsukawa Tora, looked at Gawain and the other two, a gentle smile appearing on his face: "Yes, I'm back. I appreciate your hard work in holding this place all this time."

"Your Majesty... no, there is absolutely no hardship involved. As long as it is Your Majesty's order, it is a task worth carrying out wholeheartedly!"

Gawain knelt down on one knee before Arthur and replied.

"Compared to the heavy burden the king bears, our achievements are insignificant... It is so good that you have returned, Your Majesty."

"Yes, it's all thanks to Xia Chuan. After shattering my spirit core, he bestowed upon the Holy Grail of the three of you, finally giving me the ability to continue fighting—raise your heads, Lord Gawain, Lord Lancelot, and Lord Tristan."

Arthur looked up at the shattered sky.

"Our battle is not over yet... in fact, it has only just begun."

"Buzz————————!!"

As if in response to Arthur's words, the entire sky shattered completely the instant his voice fell!

An incredibly bright white light blinded everyone's vision.

Realistic barrier, completely dispelled!

31. What are you looking at? You're a dragon too!

The instant after the white light dissipated.

Xia Chuanhu, who was standing on his feet, suddenly felt his feet sink into the ground and began to fall uncontrollably downwards!

"This is... a trapdoor?!"

After the barrier was removed, what appeared in Natsukawa Tora's eyes was a bottomless, enormous pit that was almost the same size as the White Dragon Kingdom!

How could there be such a pitfall within this singularity?

(No, what's more important now is—)

Looking at Arthur, who was closest to him, Xia Chuanhu used spatial displacement to appear behind him, grabbed his hand and pushed him directly into another spatial displacement door, instantly sending him to the edge of the cliff at the very edge of the cave!

Then, he entered a spatial displacement again, teleporting one by one Artoria, Jeanne Alter, Mordred, and the Round Table trio, who were falling into the pit just like him, to the edge of the cave cliff.

"Whoo~~~~"

The last one landed on the edge of the cliff. Natsukawa Tora checked the number of people: "There shouldn't be any missing, right?"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Xia Chuan. Not a single person is missing."

"That's good."

Turning to look at the pitfall behind him, Natsukawa Tora frowned: "How come there's a pitfall here? And such a big one at that..."

Arthur explained, "Because Vortigern is right below here."

"under?"

"To be precise, this is Vortigern's lair. After being severely damaged by us, Vortigern used his dragon breath to create this huge pit, intending to infiltrate it and recuperate through its inherent barrier."

The dragon's breath falls into the burial pit...

"Is it the same pillar of light from six months ago?"

"More or less. Of course, some of it was our attack as well."

A single dragon's breath can create such a pitfall. Has Vortigern, enhanced by the Holy Grail, become this powerful?

And at that very moment—

"Thump—!"

The ground beneath their feet began to shake violently without warning! It was like an extremely powerful earthquake! And with this tremor, Natsukawa Torama immediately felt an incredibly powerful magical reaction from the pit!

and--

"Buzz—!!"

The moment the magic leaked out of the pit, everyone present felt their bodies sink, as if they were being pressed down by something incredibly heavy!

Pale-faced and struggling against the immense weight, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who could only stand by leaning on the flag, gritted her teeth and uttered, "What the hell... this magic... are you kidding me...?"

"Even more so than the Demon God Pillars..."

Artoria was in a similar situation. Although she didn't need to lean on her weapon to stand like Jeanne Alter, she was also unable to move due to the heavy weight.

Compared to them, Lancelot, Gawain, and Tristan were in a much better situation, but in reality, they weren't much better off; the only difference was the extent of their activities.

The only two who can move freely are Natsukawa Tiger and Arthur.

"Snapped!"

Xia Chuanhu snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the heavy pressure that everyone felt on their bodies disappeared.

“I’ve cast a protective spell on you so you won’t be affected by indirect external influences,” Natsukawa Tora explained. “If you can move, get out of here as soon as possible and then evacuate the ordinary people around here. I can sense that those people who were in the Reality Marble are now scattered around. Go and lead them away from here.”

“I understand.” Artoria nodded. “And what about you, Master?”

Pointing to the pit, Natsukawa Tiger laughed, "I'll stay here to deal with that thing inside—it's only me who can handle it, isn't it? Besides, if I don't stop it here, am I supposed to let it go out and wreak havoc?"

As Natsukawa Torara said, since it has emitted such strong magic power, it means that Vortigern has fully awakened and is now reigning at its peak. If left unattended, this singularity will only be completely destroyed by it, just like in the beginning.

Someone has to stop it, and that person can only be Natsukawa Torato, who wields the true holy sword.

"Can we win?" Jeanne Alter asked, frowning.

"Who knows? Anyway, we have to fight first." Natsukawa Tora shrugged. "I'm definitely not going to die."