In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Several years of dormancy.

Years of inaction.

As the dragon of the British Isles, and the embodiment of the island's will to reject the Celtic people, Vortigern could not possibly give up completely after just one defeat. He is not simply a dragon of the highest rank in fantasy, but also possesses the ability to evolve and grow stronger with his natural tendrils.

As long as the island still exists.

As long as Britain exists.

He would never truly stop, and he would never truly give up his desire to destroy the Kingdom of Camelot and the Celts!

In that instant, the sky darkened again, and the color of the abyss, as intense as before, spread across it, as if to drag the sky into the abyss.

The dragon's magic spread once more, and once again, it eroded and assimilated the world!

I gazed at the white dragon coiled high above, standing out conspicuously against the dark sky.

Lu Kang and Morgan stood side by side atop the castle, and only in the midst of another exchange of glances did they both begin to move.

Lu Kang's figure moved forward—stepping along the path carved out by the knights, with continuous magical radiance instantly enhancing his body and strengthening him in a mere instant!

"This time, I won't fall for your schemes again, Subotai!"

Vortigern's enormous dragon body roared in the sky, and a torrent of blue dragon breath instantly fell from the heavens.

This was an even more ferocious 'devouring' breath than the last one.

Under the scorching flames, it seemed as if even space itself was being devoured, leaving behind dark cracks.

However—Lu Kang simply kept moving forward, stepping on the only open road amidst the bustling crowds in the wasteland, while the magic's radiance continued to operate relentlessly.

In an instant, covering hundreds or even thousands of techniques!

He seemed to completely ignore the approaching white dragon fire...

A soft murmur came from behind Lu Kang.

Morgan le Fay, still standing atop the castle, raised his staff.

"Backlash Water Mirror!"

The extremely high-level magic was completed in a single syllable under the blessing of the high-speed divine incantation. The colorful water mirror that rose up floated under the sky and stood up in front of the blue phosphorescent dragon flames. With a loud crash, the impact swept out, and the chalk dragon soaring in the sky suddenly narrowed its golden dragon eyes.

He saw his dragonfire being absorbed.

He also saw... his own engulfed dragon flames still floating within the water mirror, and then—with a reversal of the mirror, they crashed down upon him!

"The water mirror that devours and reverses."

This was a magic trick that Morgan had completed several years ago, but he had not shown it to Vortigern years before—not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

For a magic trick of this scale to be activated in an instant, the girl's magic would need to draw upon the island's own magical power.

Such a grand magic trick, if it cannot successfully unleash the power of the "Island Lord" in front of the "Island Dragon," will hardly be effective.

This time.

Morgan, even more strikingly, as the 'Lord of the Island,' tore a piece of power from the 'Dragon of the Island'!

"It used to be before."

“Now, I won’t just stand by and watch—”

“‘Despicable’ Voodoo!”

After years of growth, Morgan's mystique has truly matured.

Several years.

She is also fully capable of confronting King Vortigern head-on through mystery!

Boom!

The roaring island dragon trembled and roared in fury.

Facing the dragon's breath that turned back on him, Vortigern, while circling high above, suddenly swung his dragon claw hammer, shattering the incoming mirror with the lowly king's iron hammer. The blue flames released from the hammer spread out in the gale—and from the fire came overlapping vegetation and flower buds. The blue fire transformed into clusters of flowers, weaving together a lush 'courtyard' that was breathtakingly beautiful at a glance.

"The Garden of Dreams".

A masterpiece of garden magic, it is a powerful magic trick that imitates the evil spirit Zuo Fu and the spell spirit technique of Lu Kangna. It is rooted in the enemy's body and is constantly generated by its own 'dream'.

But Vortigern was defeated by a similar tactic several years ago.

Now, how could the infinitely evolving Island Dragon possibly fall for the same trick again?

"Damn it, King Uther's bastard!" The mad dragon was only provoked into a rage, but its pale scales tightened in an instant. The dragon, which was tens of meters long, shrank to a dozen meters in an instant. Although it was still an enormous creature that could not be looked at, it was no longer as majestic as before. What followed was a higher density, a more profound mystery, and a more inviolable and solid body.

He stopped all his outflows, preventing foreign substances from taking root in his body.

He restrained himself from using that move.

Then, he suddenly pressed his body against the mountain beneath him, pulling hard as he had done before, causing the mountains to crack and reveal dark fissures. From these fissures, a vast and controllable divine magical power surged forth!

For a fleeting moment, the sky transformed into an inverted abyss, just as it had before.

The earth was now riddled with cracks, and from a distance, it looked far more mottled than before.

The magic of the divine era coiled around the lowly king amidst the roaring dragon, and the giant dragon, now more than ten meters long, glowed red in the chest cavity, from which a terrifying mystery was being born... It was still the lowly king Vortigern's strongest dragon flame, just like last time, a terrifying fire capable of scorching thousands of warriors in an instant.

In the last confrontation, even Lu Kang was unable to withstand the divine fire, which reached tens of millions of degrees.

And this time.

Just as the fire was about to be generated, Morgan suddenly released his staff.

then.

It began a 'chanting' that was neither long nor short.

The girl uttered a name.

He uttered a name that caused Voodoo's dragon eyes to widen and become lost in thought.

"—Lengominiad!"

In an instant, the magic wand ignited and transformed into a dazzling holy light, illuminating the fiery battlefield where Yu was engaged in fierce battle, and also illuminating the figure of Yu's advancing path. The long golden hair of the girl high above seemed to have been dyed silver in an instant. Vortigern's breath was released in an instant, and the blazing flames, so hot and intense that they were almost black, were torn apart in an instant by the beam of light transformed from the staff—a magnificent 'Tower of Light' stood up, as if it had been suspended in an instant!

This is neither magic nor chanting.

It's a simulation of the liberation of 'divine artifacts'!

The so-called Rungominiad is the 'Holy Lance' among the swords and spears held by King Arthur in later generations. Its true form is the 'Star Anchor' that pins the surface of the world. It exists on the inside of the world, in the realm of fairies. Morgan's magic of the 'Tower' is precisely based on the simulation and release of the Holy Lance.

Although both her parents were pure-blooded humans, Morgan, who obtained the power of the 'Island Lord', was essentially a kind of atavistic being, similar to Vortigern. Over the years, guided by Lu Kang and through further development of her own abilities, she finally awakened the origin of the Lord of Britain and gained the 'characteristics' of fairy, nature, and goddess.

She gained the ability to enter the depths of the fairy realm.

They touched upon something called Lungominia.

And to a certain extent, it was analyzed by relying on those three origin characteristics!

While it may not possess the same power as the true form of the Holy Lance, it would be sufficient to deal with Vortigern.

Although Voodoo is stronger than last time.

But the awe-inspiring holy light shone brightly high above, almost completely covering the sky—re-illuminating the dark sky that had been corrupted by Vortigern's dragon magic.

This is already a magic trick that belongs to the true level of authority and magic.

The giant dragon perched atop the mountain suddenly realized... that it had once again fallen into the same scene as before.

Unable to take off.

There is no escape.

He was pinned down under the simulated holy lance!

Vortigern realized that the power of the simulated holy spear might not be able to destroy him, but its greatest effect, just like last time, was to prevent him from escaping.

Roar!

The dragon is both angry and terrified.

The knights, bathed in the radiant light, were even more in high spirits.

The Anssa people began to retreat.

Bathed in light, Lu Kang walked forward step by step and finally reached the foot of the mountain.

Face the evil dragon on the mountain.

Although this situation was beyond Vortigern's expectations and Morgan's growth far exceeded his imagination, the despicable king Vortigern dared to invade again, ultimately because he still had his own greater reliance.

This time, no matter what, I will not fall into the same situation as last time!

The dragons and tigers on the high mountains are eyeing the people on the ground.

His still massive body was covered in shimmering scales—after his previous defeat, he had already figured out how to defeat Lu Kang in close combat.

The dragon's body is now constricting and compressing for this very reason.

The current state is precisely for achieving this goal!

A denser body, more concentrated power—a more efficient way of fighting!

Morgan, however, spoke loudly from the other side: "My name is Morgan le Fay, the future King of Camelot, and the present Savior of Camelot, Ash."

“My warrior, Subotai, now, cut off the head of the evil dragon before you.”

"Let's begin a new chapter for Camelot!"

Suddenly, a sound.

The dragon crashed through the air and leaped down, compressing and compressing until it was several meters long, possessing a higher density. Its agile body became increasingly thick and heavy, and the magical aura on Lu Kang's body finally stopped abruptly. From this point onward, even he himself did not know how much magical enhancement he had added to himself.

All he knew was that at this moment, he was... terrifyingly strong!

Through endless martial arts training, he mastered a near-divine body.

"Come, let's fight!"

Today.

He will also rely solely on his boundless martial arts skills, which transcend the pinnacle of the era, to slay dragons and slaughter evil.

And in this way, the 'arsenal' is united as one!

...

Before the Giant Rock Fortress, the king traveled to this place.

He witnessed the truth that the lowly king Vortigern had once been beheaded.

It bears witness to the remnants of martial arts skills that transcended the pinnacle of their time.

The History of the Kings of Britain: The Secrets (by Merlin)

Chapter 213 The Dragon Slayer, the Champion of Martial Arts: Michael

In fact, even if only you or Morgan could defeat or fight Vortigern, it would be extremely difficult to guarantee that he would be completely killed on the spot and not allowed to escape—let alone give the 'inhibiting force' time to react.

Only the brilliance of the Holy Lance can restrain Voodoo.

Only you can defeat it.

Vortigern's strength should never be underestimated; he is also the strongest enemy you will ever encounter in this life.

Thankfully, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

【fine】

The situation is developing as you hoped.

Before you came here, your armory had already reached a certain level of refinement, almost successful, but you were unable to take that final step. Although you were not in a hurry, you already knew the real reason—it was not because you lacked anything, but simply because the step of condensing into one requires not only internal 'rules', but also external pressure.

You need a battle of sufficient intensity.

You need a clash of sufficient intensity.

In this era, in the time of Attila's passing, and before King Arthur and the many Knights of the Round Table were born—only 'Vortigern' could meet this condition.

Vortigern's swooping figure crashed to the ground, its compressed dragon body unleashing an even more concentrated power. Rocks shattered, and dust billowed.

"—Subatai Equinus?!" the white dragon roared, its claws sweeping across.

Vortigern's voice was deep and resonant, like the booming of cannon fire: "This time, I won't fall for their trap again!"