Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"Ahem, Merlin, you've come at the right time. There's something very important."

Artoria quickly realized she had lost her composure and composed herself, speaking seriously.

"Votinggen transformed into a white dragon..."

“I know, and it’s right there.” Meryl raised her hand to stop her, her staff pointing north, where there was a very large source of magic, making no attempt to hide it.

"So, you two are at war?"

"Merry asked curiously."

That white dragon is incredibly powerful now. Judging from Artoria's expression, they've clearly fought each other, otherwise she wouldn't be so serious.

"What about losses?"

Emiya Shirou moved closer to Galahad, also wanting to know what was going on.

"Fortunately, we retreated after a brief exchange. Wang intervened to block the attack, and I blocked the other attacks. There were no casualties this time."

Galahad spoke truthfully, and Artoria, who had been watching from the side, raised her chin slightly, looking somewhat proud.

She had kept Shirou Emiya's earlier warning in mind and immediately ordered a retreat upon discovering the problem. At the same time, she pushed forward to ensure the blocking was done. With Galahad among her subordinate knights, although the incident happened suddenly, she was basically unharmed.

“Impressive. Both the King and Galahad are very powerful. If it were anyone else, it would be troublesome.”

Emiya Shirou breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he had some luck involved; according to the original plan, Lancelot should have been here.

But he thought that Galahad hadn't been to the front lines for a long time, and Lancelot's antics were making Galahad anxious, so everything just went as planned.

If Lancelot were here, stopping them wouldn't be a problem, and withdrawing wouldn't be a problem either, but whether there would be any losses is hard to say.

After all, it's difficult for one person's strength to take care of others.

"By the way, did you two suddenly come here because of Vortigern? Did you sense something was wrong beforehand?"

Artoria looked at the two of them. The message hadn't even been sent out yet, and people had already arrived. That was quite alarming.

"I got the news from a friend. I would have come much earlier if I hadn't gone to pick up something."

Emiya Shirou raised his right hand, and only then did the others notice the long spear in his hand—a mysterious spear.

"This is···"

Artoria clutched her chest; her heart was pounding, racing.

"The Holy Lance Lengominiad"

Galahad stared blankly at the gun and suddenly spoke.

Feeling the gaze focused on him, Galahad shook his head: "I don't know it, it told me."

Artoria and Shirou Emiya were unaware of the situation, but Merry nodded to herself. As expected of a knight recognized by the Holy Grail, it was not surprising that she was told her true name.

"This is the secret weapon to defeat Vortigern, Lia, quickly hold it and take a look!"

Meli urged them on, and Artoria and Shirou Emiya rushed forward in opposite directions, raising their hands to grasp each other's.

[The chosen person is approved!]

A sacred voice echoed in his mind, along with various information about the Holy Lance—information that Shirou Emiya had not seen.

The Storm Anchor that binds the stars, its original power restricted by the twelve restraints, will also shine the farthest spear that sings praises to the light of the stars—the Holy Lance Rungominiad.

"Only the Holy Lance can defeat Vortigern, and only the Holy Lance can stop everything and completely unify the nation of Britain."

Mary stepped to the Holy Lance, her eyes revealing surprise. She reached out to touch it, but stopped in mid-air.

Something was off from the start... so let it stay off... that's what makes it more interesting, isn't it?

"So what do we do next? Charge in and explode?"

Artoria gripped the Holy Lance tightly, her tone filled with eagerness.

She had a feeling that she could easily break through Vortigern's defenses, a feeling she hadn't had when she wielded the Holy Sword before.

The army's morale has plummeted after being chased and attacked, and they desperately need a battle to recover.

"No rush. Let's rest for a bit and exchange information about the current situation, as well as some details I'd like to know."

Emiya Shirou reassured Artoria not to be too anxious. Since she had come all this way, he should first explain how many cities had been conquered, who was currently governing them, and the status of food supplies and knights.

We need to understand the situation before making a plan, and only proceed if everything goes smoothly.

"If Vortigern doesn't resolve this quickly..." Artoria was worried that the other party might escape.

"It is precisely because we need to solve this problem all at once that we need to make a plan. Never rush."

Emiya Shirou took out a pen and tapped it lightly on the table, gesturing for Ria to sit down, his face clearly showing his frustration.

Artoria paused for a moment. She had heard this phrase often over the years. Every time they defeated the city's defender, Miyajiro would remind her not to rush.

Somewhat puzzled, but Emiya wouldn't make a mistake, so Artoria sent him the latest information and waited for him to read it.

Galahad originally wanted to run away, but Shirou Emiya grabbed him and they recorded together, explaining that the two of them could increase their speed.

Artoria looked at the two people sitting together and suddenly said, "I can help too."

"No, you should rest first. You'll be the main player later. I'll ask you any questions."

Being prevented from getting close, even if the other party means well, still makes you feel annoyed.

After all, the two of them haven't been alone together for a long time.

"Poke!"

The hand exposed outside the armor was poked, and when I turned around, I saw Merlin, who squatted down and whispered something.

When are you going to reveal your true identity?

"..." Artoria rarely showed girlish shyness, and said calmly, "Once Britain is completely unified, and once Lord Emiya's plan is almost implemented, I will prepare to take over everything when I have some free time."

With the past events involving nobles still fresh in her mind, she also realized that Lord Wei Gong's identity was somewhat special. With Britain not yet fully stable, there was a possibility that something unexpected might happen if she took charge of everything.

After all, she is the queen, and in many situations, the other side cannot make decisions at will. Having grown up and experienced the tragedy of being killed right before her eyes, Artoria no longer has childish ideas.

She wants to solve everything, solve everything!

"That's it, I understand."

Merry returned to her seat and sat quietly to the side. As Lia's teacher, it seemed she would have to step in to ensure Shirou Emiya's 'purity' during this period.

After all, she's a teacher; it's normal for her to show favoritism, isn't it?

Ten minutes later, Shirou Emiya temporarily finished his work.

"Alright, let's make a plan, a plan to try and solve it all at once."

They say they'll try their best, but everyone knows that doing it more than once is a failure.

A free and powerful enemy can cause big trouble.

Meanwhile, on the other side, amidst ruins, the mythical white dragon stands tall.

Covered in pristine white scale armor that shimmered in the sunlight, his muscular limbs exuded explosive power, and his golden pupils scanned the surroundings before finally settling on the direction of the enemy camp.

At this moment, Vortigern's plan has been completely completed. He is no longer an 'ordinary' being, but a real myth!

But he knew that to completely unify the world, he also needed to unify this last sacred land of the gods, and there was one person he couldn't bypass.

King Arthur, who possessed the Holy Sword.

"But what does it matter? I won't advance the battle lines, because King Arthur will definitely come, and she will come to deal with me."

"And all I need to do is wait here, wait for the other party to arrive with confidence."

"The holy sword grants immense offensive power, and the scabbard provides protection. Even I cannot shake it, but I am not alone, am I?"

The enormous dragon head looked into the distance, where a figure draped in a black cloak stood—his collaborator, the source of his confidence that he had no fear of the sword sheath.

"I didn't expect that your actions would not stop all these years, and that desire for revenge would remain unchanged. It's quite surprising."

"Vortigern, you talk too much."

Morgan glanced coldly at Vortigern, showing no fear whatsoever, even though the other party was a legendary dragon; he was only annoyed by his excessive talking.

"Legend has it that the first king who founded Britain was a red dragon bloodline holder. I am very proud and happy to know that you have become an ancestor, but could you please stop posing? You have been holding that pose for hours."

Morgan frowned. She really couldn't believe this guy was like this. Holding the same pose for hours just to show off was just unbelievable.

"No, I reject your proposal."

Vortigern looked into the distance and sensed that a very nice person was coming.

Here I must mention the transformation magic technique used by Vortigern. Leaving aside its overly complex details, it can be summed up in one sentence: it combined the power of Britain with the last mysteries, allowing him to become the king of the island while simultaneously seizing the last glimmer of the Age of Gods.

And yet another piece of news that few people know is that Shirou Emiya's governance plans have reduced the natural damage to the British Isles, and he has even slightly restored the island's ecosystem by using his former territory, which has earned him a good impression of Shirou Emiya.

From these circumstances, we can further infer that Vortigern, who is now integrated with Britain, has a basic level of goodwill towards Emiya Shirou.

Therefore, Vortigern's pose was not meant for Artoria, but for Shirou Emiya, who had extended the invitation earlier.

Regardless of the species, there is a fundamental principle: displaying power to gain worshippers.

This is exactly the situation in Vottigeng now.

"Fine, whatever." Morgan stopped looking at the other person; she was afraid they wanted to obtain the magical materials.

Looking up at the sky, the weather was surprisingly nice today, with not a single cloud overhead, after all, we had just been bombarded by light cannons.

Vortigern didn't care much about his collaborator's frozen appearance. He only wanted to do one thing: to pose in the best possible light and show the newcomer his best side. Once the other party saw this, they would probably be completely captivated!

"!!!"

While Vortigern waited patiently, he failed to notice that Morgan's body was stiffening not far away.

Just now, she was bored and wanted to chat with the guy she had been chatting with for many years, but unexpectedly, he also sent her a message.

Emiya Shirou: "No need to send any food today, and don't send your men to the front lines. It might be very dangerous there. Remember that."

Morgan: "Why? Is something going to happen?"

Emiya Shirou: "I'm not afraid to tell you, but Vortigern has been in big trouble lately, and they might be going to make a big move today. I'm worried that it might affect you."

Morgan: "Oh, I see. By the way, are you on the front lines? Take care of yourself."

Morgan offered a simple greeting, since the collaboration had been ongoing and she knew the other party was backing her up.

However, the next reply silenced her.

Emiya Shirou: "Your intelligence is pretty good. You knew I hadn't even left yet? Gawain's been looking for me again?"

Emiya Shirou didn't care much about the leak; this was a partner of several years, and he had asked before, and it was Gawain who leaked it.

He had only said it casually, but Morgan wouldn't have thought of it that way.

She imagined that after stealing the scabbard, Artoria would be killed, and Shirou Emiya, having known her for so many years and being by her side, would definitely come to her rescue, only to be killed by Vortigern in turn.

The result of a frantic brainstorming session.

She steals the scabbard = Artoria dies = Shirou Emiya dies = her chatterbox dies.

"..."

Morgan looked up at the sky, and for some reason, she suddenly felt that the sky was a bit displeasing to the eye.

No, it's just that I find it very unpleasant to look at!

"Tsk, is Mordred tearing the house apart? Maybe we should go back and check on it, since the sun is so strong we don't want the clothes drying in the sun to evaporate."

Morgan glanced at Vortigern, who was still posing.

"You keep posing, I have to go first."

He muttered something to himself, turned and walked to the corner, activating the teleportation spell!

Vortigern didn't pay much attention and didn't even reply. He knew the other party's desire for revenge and that the other party would never give up this opportunity.

This is the closest opportunity, and we absolutely cannot let it slip by!

They waited and waited, and another two hours passed before footsteps and the source of magic appeared in the distant forest.

The person has arrived.

Volume 1: 48. Opening up is not opening up, Morgan steals things (4k)

The strong body provided a wide field of vision, and at the very end, King Arthur, whom they had previously defeated and forced to flee, arrived with his men.