In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Unlike Camelot.

it's here.

He is more than capable of giving it his all!

...

[From afar, you can already see Hadrian's Wall in northern Britain, and even more so, the leather tents erected against the wall—and the figures moving back and forth between the tents.]

You can also see the 'Chalk Castle' at the highest point of the Great Wall.

You are familiar with the walls built by the Roman Empire, as they existed not only in Britain but also in the Germania province, which later became Germany. They served as Rome's borders during its heyday and were the walls that you led your Hunnic cavalry to trample.

You hear Merlin say with emotion that under Vortigern's "governance," this group of barbarian Onsa people has changed dramatically. In his memory, before Vortigern, barbarians, while not exactly eating raw meat and drinking blood, existed in a very dispersed tribal form and it would be extremely difficult to find such a well-organized group.

[But you know that the so-called Onssa people were actually the people who later occupied this land, occupied the British Isles, and established the nation called 'England'.]

【The End of the Age of Gods】

The Celts will eventually disappear into the annals of history.

However, that is an extremely distant future, a thousand years from now, so distant that even if Merlin used his clairvoyance to observe the present and make inferences, he would hardly be able to see it at a glance.

But in any case

Now that you're here, you're bound to clash with 'Votingen' again.

[We missed our chance in Camelot last time, so we must seize it now]

[Fighting with magic, but also battling with 'martial arts'—you are now able to completely suppress Merlin's swordsmanship with your pure 'arsenal'.]

However, there's no rush.

The barbarian stronghold is not lacking in skilled fighters.

You also need to develop more detailed and comprehensive action plans.

That night, you briefly stopped here and set up camp to rest.

The campfire burned and flickered with starlight, its rays echoing the twinkling stars in the sky and the distant barbarian tribes scattered along Hadrian's Wall. From afar, it looked like a giant serpent with its scales lit up.

As Lu Kang felt the armory gradually taking shape in his mind, everything was just as he had initially predicted. It was about to undergo a transformation when he approached the Martial Refinement in the Divine Realm.

Gathering the martial arts of an era and surpassing the top-tier divine realm skills of that era, Lu Kang knew that if his 'arsenal' could cross this threshold, what he would forge would not be merely a simple divine realm level threshold, but rather an all-around martial art with extremely broad restraining effects, capable of targeting humans, beasts, and even fantastical species like fairy beasts.

With his versatility, he was already able to surpass Merlin's swordsmanship, which was no less than the threshold of the divine realm.

Going further forward is only natural.

In the meantime, he closed his eyes and then opened them again. The next moment, he suddenly saw a pair of deep blue eyes looking at him.

Morgan le Fay... The girl's figure was clearly visible in the firelight.

She was still wearing the thin white traveler's cloak she had worn when she set out, underneath which was a close-fitting dark-colored belted long dress, the fabric tightly wrapping around her slender yet full curves.

In the firelight, the soft curves of her breasts were clearly visible, the fabric of her clothes stretched into a rounded outline, rising and falling slightly with her breath. Her waist was extremely slender below, but then suddenly widened down, the skirt covering her full and firm hips, the curves of which were visible even when she was sitting.

The girl's face still carried the unique innocence of a young girl, but her eyes and brows already hinted at the cold beauty she would later possess. Her long, light golden hair fell over her shoulders, and a few strands were stirred by the night breeze, gently brushing against the hollow of her collarbone.

Her lips were pale, slightly pursed, as if she were thinking about something or waiting for something. She quietly gazed at Lu Kang, her gaze neither cold nor passionate, but simply and directly fixed on him.

Merlin's figure had disappeared from sight; Lu Kang remembered that Morgan had sent him away to 'gather intelligence'.

So here, only Luca and Morgan remained.

And so, illuminated by the campfire.

The girl stared at Lu Kang.

He suddenly said, "You could crush ants with magic, but you insist on fiddling with iron like a brute... Why?"

He is clearly a magician.

They clearly possess a mystery that surpasses even their own.

While Morgan Lefebvre didn't find anything wrong with Luca's behavior, he still found it hard not to be confused and incomprehensible.

“Because every mage has a desire for close combat!” Lu Kang replied, “Even Merlin, that guy, honed his swordsmanship to the level of a great hero, despite being a magician.”

"Just like you, all 'muscular'!"

Morgan was instantly embarrassed and annoyed: "You're the one with all the muscles!"

Lu Kang laughed heartily, making jokes about the girl opposite him without any hesitation. He was probably the only one in the entire era who could make such jokes about the proud and sensitive princess of the Camelot Kingdom.

Looking at Lu Kang's handsome face, which was smiling quite happily, Morgan, who wasn't really angry, couldn't help but let out a soft hum, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

This guy... is really...

Indescribable.

But when Morgan questioned you, you finally told him the truth.

You mentioned your own experiences, and the final days of your 'teacher,' Attila, the most powerful warrior in the world, who was unparalleled in his own right.

Attila died of 'fate'.

You also told Morgan a story about Don Quixote, the last knight of his time.

[This describes his feat of charging towards the windmill.]

To fulfill a promise for a lifetime.

Even knowing it's impossible, we still choose to take the challenge.

This is the true spirit of a 'knight'.

This is the different 'life' you want to live this time.

...

He challenged the impossible.

Whether it's real or fictional.

Excerpt from the Legend of King Arthur: The Poem of Subatai

...

After listening to your description, Morgan remained silent for a long time.

Only after you finished speaking did I realize that my hand had been tightly held without my noticing.

Morgan's eyes were slightly closed, and he appeared to be fast asleep.

You noticed she was pretending to be asleep, but you didn't call her out on it.

[This continued until the next day.]

And so it went, until Merlin's return.

He brought more than just news.

[And a raging fury within the castle—]

A white dragon soared into the sky, smashing through the fortress and the jungle: "Damn Merlin!"

"Subatai, save me!" Merlin cried out.

Chapter 203 The Cretaceous Dragon, Head-on Confrontation

In the distance, Merlin was wailing and crying, his handsome face almost dripping with tears. Behind him, a white dragon rose from the white castle atop the Great Wall atop the mountains, roaring. Its roar surpassed thunder, and the earth-shattering scene was not just an exaggeration, but a real and tangible one.

The mountains and plains trembled and the city walls rustled. The barbarian tribes gathered here roared and their faces contorted in pain as they howled. Many of them, especially those nearby, had blood seeping from their seven orifices and collapsed unconscious. But the roaring white dragon paid no heed to their plight.

Vortigern paid no heed to the group of Ansar from the north—he was only focused on venting his anger toward Merlin!

Its wings spread and it took flight, but the pale scales covered the rising sun in the sky, and large patches of 'dark clouds' gathered—the dense magic power swallowed the light of the sky, and it was as if the world had been reversed in an instant, causing the environment to return to an ancient and distant era.

Even from a distance, one could still feel the terrifying aura of this colossal creature, tens of meters long, emanating from the most powerful predator of the divine era.

Born from the will of the island, the 'Island Dragon' dragged its enormous, mountain-like body and sped towards Merlin at an incredible speed!

Merlin's panic was genuine.

"What...did this guy do?" Even Morgan, the young girl, was dumbfounded by this scene. Even when faced with Lu Kang's 'mockery' last time, Morgan had not shown such surging anger.

Lu Kang narrowed his eyes, wondering if Merlin had accomplished his intelligence-gathering 'mission' in an unconventional way? After all, he had lured the enemy out of his own lair—he also thought that Merlin's very existence was probably the biggest mockery of all.

Who wouldn't want to punch that face that's always wearing a fake expression?

“I think,” Lu Kang replied immediately, recalling Merlin’s style. “This guy probably dyed the scales on ‘Vortigern’ red, right?”

Morgan: "..."

In the mystical concepts of native Britain,

The white dragon is the symbol of the island.

The red dragon, on the other hand, is a symbol of the Celtic people that the island wants to expel.

Such behavior is far more ruthless than Lu Kang's open mockery!

But this is indeed something Merlin would do—orderly yet chaotic, fond of jumping back and forth, yet enjoying watching others get angry and embarrassed.

“But no matter what—” Lu Kang immediately added, “the only ones who can beat Merlin up are us.”

These words brought Morgan back to her senses. She took a deep breath and nodded. The girl, with her flowing blonde hair and dressed as a traveler, gazed at the dragon that was drawing closer and closer to Merlin in the distance. She watched as the distance of more than ten miles was covered in an instant, and the enormous dark clouds, drawn by the immense magical power of Vortigern, which had swallowed up and reversed half of the world, swept in and covered the sky. She also pulled out a wooden staff from her palm.

"The Court of the Abyss!"

The magic of the courtyard was activated in an instant. Under the power of the ruler, the magic of the island was instantly woven into a huge magic formula and engraved in space. The next second, the pale dragon seemed to have crashed into an endless abyss. It could see in all directions, but no matter how it flew, it could not reach the end. It could see the real world, but no matter what it did, it could not touch it. The so-called abyss is that which can be seen but cannot be touched. That is the real fear.

But it only lasted for a second.

A second later, the white dragon smashed through the 'courtyard' with its immense magical power and burst out of its shell.

For an instant.

The enormous dragon readily realized that it was Morgan le Fay, the daughter of its foolish brother who had gained control of the island, who had made her move.

Although it was only for a brief moment, Merlin still managed to escape and finally saw their camp from the previous night in the distance—he spotted Lu Kang and Morgan holding up his staff.

The handsome silver-haired youth was in tears, his face looking as if he was really about to cry.

A massive shadow suddenly loomed behind them once more.

Accompanied by the roar of the dragon.

Also accompanying this was—a dragon claw that suddenly slammed down, carrying the dragon's magical power to tear everything apart!

hum!

The space churned, the air seemed to shatter layer by layer... Compared to Morgan's garden magic, which required a breath interval to activate, though already very fast, it was ultimately not the absolute pinnacle. The radiance of the truly instantaneous mind magic bloomed majestically in the air almost simultaneously, exploding behind Merlin and before the dragon's claws descended. It was like a waterfall rising against the current, or a magnificent light rising like smoke and clouds.

Vortigern breathed and exhaled, his magical power surging and surging, and the almost endless dragon magic power constantly emanating from his body seemed to transform into a tangible abyss, threatening to completely engulf him!

Although the dragon's magic power cannot match the highest concentration of true ether, it is still of an extremely high level in the ancient mythological era. It originates from the planet's own energy absorption and release—in terms of both quality and quantity, it should have been enough to engulf everything in this era.

But the immense light released into the air seemed inexhaustible, and in terms of sheer 'quality,' it even surpassed the magic of the dragon species.

Vortigern's magical power was continuously supplied by the heart of the dragon.

The other party seems to feel the same way!

Light and darkness, the radiance of the soul and the darkness of the dragon—the world between below and above—seemed to have been split into two in that instant.

In this brief moment, Merlin finally landed below, next to Lu Kang, who was lying on his back, in a relaxed posture, showing no signs of releasing an extremely high level of mystery in his fight against the 'dragon'.

Morgan gave Merlin a look of disgust.

Merlin simply shrank back and gave an awkward laugh.

He looked at Lu Kang and was even more amazed—as someone with human blood, he wasn't as sensitive to magic as Vortigern, and since he had never personally fought with magic, it was only at this critical moment that Merlin realized that the 'magic' Lu Kang possessed was actually a very high-level True Aether Magic of the God Body level.

Releasing true etheric magic in human form, like a 'god' walking in the modern world—not a deity, but a divine being with both spirit and body!

'No wonder, they were able to inherit the glory of the 'Scourge of God' and once again thwart the splendor of the Roman Empire!'

Merlin thought to himself.

It should be understood that even among the highest-ranking spirits and fairies—the highest level of beings, theoretically on par with deities manifested by nature itself—there is absolutely no possibility of generating true ether from within the natural tendrils that extend from the planet.

Even in ancient times, it was difficult for the gods themselves to recreate their divine bodies!

This is akin to a magical atavism.