Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

His knights, the shield-wielding boy who could withstand a single blow from him, the red guy who looked pleasing to the eye, and the annoying white guy who was sneaking around hiding.

"Merlin? What's that guy doing here... Never mind, it doesn't matter, I'm already invincible."

Vortigern whispered, then cast aside his worries; he was now invincible!

Turning his head to look behind and to the side, Morgan was no longer in sight. Vortigern nodded to himself, thinking, "As expected of someone who has been planning for several years. He's a professional; he's already hidden himself away without being reminded."

At the edge of the line of sight, Artoria walked alone, with Galahad behind her raising a large shield to protect his subordinates, while Shirou Emiya and Merlin watched from a distance.

"Vortigern, your good days are over! I will destroy you in the name of Britain!"

Artoria did not ride her horse to Vortigern, raise her holy sword, and shout.

"You came alone? Aren't you underestimating me a bit? Are you trying to wear me down so we can all attack together? Is this your plan?"

His golden pupils shifted downwards, and Voodoo's tone was filled with deep mockery.

What a fool! Does he think he can solve everything just by having more people? It's ridiculous.

Such carelessness and arrogance—this is where you'll meet your end!

"King Arthur! I am also a prince! I can also be the king of Britain!"

"But Britain will not be honored that both of us exist at the same time. Only one of us can live, and only the victor deserves everything."

Artoria agreed with these words, but she noticed that Vortigern's gaze was not on her, but rather looking in the direction they had come from.

"Only the final victor deserves to be followed by such a person."

!!!

Artoria instantly recalled their first meeting. Vortigern's attitude towards Lord Emiya was very different. Damn it, I should have realized that sooner.

This guy doesn't just want this country, he wants everything she has!

"That wicked Vortigern! This time I will surely win!"

At this moment, Artoria unleashed three hundred percent of her power and vigilance; this was her full strength!

"Oh~ no begging for mercy or empty words, but launching a direct attack on me?"

Vortigern lowered his enormous dragon head, a visible mockery on his face.

Come on, be impulsive, let me see your end sooner.

“Fighting cannot bring lasting peace, but I have no other choice now.”

The holy sword is raised high, the heart of the red dragon beats, and magic gathers.

"EX...Curry Stick!!"

The beam of light, capable of destroying an entire city at will, was unleashed, yet Vortigern showed no concern. He folded his wings in front of him, and special, mysterious runes appeared, forming a barrier.

[Britain's Power Barrier!]

"boom!!!"

Amid the violent explosion, Vortigern found himself unharmed, with a patch of clean ground beneath his feet.

“This is a return gift!”

The dragon opened its mouth, and intense magical power gathered to form dragon breath, roaring out with power no less than the light cannon attack from before.

With a 'snip', the holy sword returned to its sheath, and the two palms pressed down, standing before Artoria.

[The protection of the scabbard!]

The white dragon's roar melted everything in its path; the devastating attack was fleeting, and Artoria was unharmed.

The polite double attack with light cannons, which could have destroyed a city, was now just a way of greeting.

All I can say is that the existence of bugs in this era is truly outrageous.

"If magic attacks are ineffective, then let's try melee combat!"

Artoria's expression turned serious, and she chose a new way to attack.

If ranged attacks don't work, try melee; one of them will be effective.

"Melee combat? I'm not afraid of you."

Vortigern gave a cold laugh, even taking the time to look into the distance to make sure that the people over there were watching them.

He really wanted someone to be his subordinate.

"what!!!"

Artoria leaped and slashed, the holy sword making contact with the dragon's body, the blade colliding with the scales and creating intense sparks.

Vortigern was not to be outdone. He raised his gleaming dragon claws and struck. Artoria raised her sword to defend, but the difference in strength sent her flying backward.

After the exchange, neither of them was injured.

"Tsk, it's unrealistic to expect a winner between these two."

Behind them, Meryl muttered to herself.

One is the guardian of Avalon, and the other is the fusion defense of the British islands. These two absolute defenses, in a sense, are fighting each other. It's likely that the battle won't end until the Age of Gods is over.

"Indeed, both of their attacks were terrifying, but they just couldn't achieve any results. What's wrong with this era? Conquering the north is already so troublesome, and there's still the south and overseas..."

Emiya Shirou rubbed his temples. This situation was truly worrying, especially since a country hadn't even been conquered yet.

"Don't worry, you're the type who fights the boss at the beginning, it won't be like that later on, I guarantee it!"

Meryl patted her chest and said, "It would be amazing if two appeared at the end of the Age of Gods. To think that more would appear is just wishful thinking."

"That's good."

Emiya Shirou relaxed slightly, then raised his hand and placed it on Galahad's shoulder, saying earnestly, "You carried this before? You really had a tough time."

"It's nothing. Just don't let me stay with Lancelot after this is over."

Galahad shrugged indifferently. "Just a beam cannon, no big deal."

Everyone's attention remained focused on the battle in the distance, where the earth was crumbling and each large-scale attack was no less devastating than a natural disaster.

For some reason, Shirou Emiya felt a touch of sadness in his heart, which made him somewhat uneasy.

What a wonderful piece of land! It's been ruined like this, and now there will be a lot of trouble to deal with later on.

Sigh, and we'll definitely have to continue conquering cities and seizing territory. We don't have enough city administrators right now, so we have to find a solution.

While fighting on the front lines, Shirou Emiya stands in a daze, contemplating the future.

Once today's battle is over, this will probably be our rear base. There are many things we need to consider in advance.

Three hours had passed since the battle, and the environment in the distance had changed drastically; describing it as an apocalyptic scene would be an understatement.

"Three hours have passed, and the battle doesn't seem to be over yet. Should we activate Plan B?"

Galahad raised his large shield, his eyes fixed on the large crater in the distance from which beams of light occasionally emerged.

"...Wang didn't send a signal, let's wait a bit longer."

Emiya Shirou shook his head.

"···"

Galahad remained silent, simply raising his large shield, ready to depart at any moment.

Emiya Shirou also looked in that direction, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't worried, but he couldn't act rashly without giving a signal.

Plan A: Artoria will solve it alone.

Plan B: If the problem cannot be solved alone, others should rush in to provide support and help create opportunities.

The two plans are simple and practical, but the waiting time is a bit frustrating.

"Roar!!!"

Vortigern's furious roar startled everyone.

Let's turn back time a bit.

After a long battle between two defensive masters whose defenses were even more impenetrable than tortoise shells, both sides were somewhat exhausted. After all, high defense doesn't necessarily mean high stamina, especially in this situation where you can just fire any shot at the enemy, stamina is consumed very quickly.

But neither of them was too panicked, because they both had backup plans.

Vortigern was already thinking about when to call for help, and then launched a sneak attack to take him down.

Artoria, on the other hand, was looking for an opportunity, a chance to deliver a fatal blow.

It was clearly a fight, but both of them were incredibly cunning, each wanting to finish the other off with a counter-strategy.

Finally, Vortigern found an opening. Artoria was, after all, in human form, and the surrounding terrain was damaged. When she retreated, the stone under her feet loosened and she lost her balance.

Artoria: "Oh no!"

Vortigern: "A great opportunity!"

With a sudden flap of its wings, a gale carrying a large amount of debris launched an attack, making Artoria even more unsteady on her feet. By the time the gale subsided, Vortigern had already rushed in front of her, and its huge dragon claws directly covered Artoria's head.

"clang!"

Artoria raised her sword to parry, and then heard Vortigern shout.

"Strike now! Break this scabbard!"

Artoria's heart skipped a beat. Her opponent still had a trick up their sleeve, and it was a trick that could break the sword sheath!

Then... three seconds later, the air became unusually quiet.

Vottigan: "?"

"Hurry up and take action!"

He roared again, but... there was still no response.

"?"

A small question mark appeared on Vortigern's huge dragon head. He didn't understand why Morgan hadn't made a move. If not now, when?

"Damn it! You despicable bastard, don't underestimate me!"

After a three-second malfunction, Artoria realized that no matter what, she couldn't hold back now; she had to give it her all.

With his left hand holding the parry, his right hand was free, surrounded by pure white holy light, and a long spear slowly appeared.

"Um?!!!"

Vortigern immediately sensed something was wrong, and a wave of magical energy erupted from beneath his claws, sending chills down his spine.

He tried to retreat, but what came first was a huge spear that pierced through the dragon's claw and plunged straight into his chest.

The pain, the unbearable pain, made him roar.

"Roar!!!!"

Forced to endure the pain, Vortigern flapped its wings and retreated, its claws temporarily forcing Artoria back.

As soon as he stopped, he saw the huge spear. His golden pupils contracted instantly, and the image of the white-haired bastard flashed through his mind. He gritted his teeth and roared.

"Grass (plant)!!!! Merlin!!!! You've bloomed!!!!"

Vortigern now understood why this blond boy had come alone: ​​because he possessed the Holy Lance.

Why is Merlin behind? Because he's delivering the Holy Lance.

The reason Morgan didn't make a move must be because he knew the opponent was carrying the Holy Lance, and he knew that if he attacked, he would be defeated, so he withdrew!

The root of it all is the existence of this holy lance, Rungomminiad, and it's all because of that bastard with the white hair!

"You have the Holy Lance, hahaha! Merlin has gone to such lengths to deal with me!"

"To agree to have a bond inscribed on you by a fairy in order to kill me is utterly foolish!"

Vortigern looked up and laughed loudly; he knew he couldn't leave.

The guys whose strength was not much different to begin with were watching from the side, and Merlin was also hiding in the back. Moreover, his heart had been pierced by the Holy Lance, and his magic flow was already in trouble.

There's no way out, there's really no way out.

In the end, Vortigern was not overly excited; instead, he remained remarkably calm.

Looking at Artoria, then up at the sky, and finally at the distant place that had always drawn him, Vortigern folded his wings, relaxed his limbs, and initiated the peace treaty.

"I have failed. In my final moments, let's talk, King Arthur."