Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Crouch down! Crouch down! That's bait!"

"Raise your shields! Where are your shields, you idiots!"

The enraged chieftain glanced with pity at his people who were nailed to the city wall and wailing, and roared in anger.

Fortunately, as everyone reacted, they immediately crouched down and leaned against the sturdy wall, raising their shields in defense.

Meanwhile, the soldiers huddled in the safe zone bent over, drew their bows, and gripped their javelins and throwing axes.

"These Celtic bastards are coming up, let them go!"

Once the enemy soldiers were within firing range, the barbarians observing through the lookout hole revealed a ferocious malice on their faces and immediately rose to retaliate.

In an instant, the sound of blades piercing flesh was incessant. Soldiers who stepped into the barbarians' attack range fell one after another like wheat being harvested by a scythe.

Although the Celtic soldiers, under the relentless onslaught, simply raised their shields and formed ranks, they advanced slowly.

But at this moment, the catapults in the city had already begun to roar, and stones doused with oil and burning fiercely were hurled at the ground, leaving a trail of destruction and crushing people and their armor in their wake.

Moreover, more than a thousand wizards hidden among the crowd chanted obscure divine incantations, casting spells on the densely assembled enemy army.

For a moment, the ear-piercing sounds of bones cracking and the dull throbbing of flesh tearing filled the air.

Screams, cries, wails, and curses rose and fell in waves.

The area, shrouded in black smoke, became a hellish place filled with blood, mud, and corpses.

Time ticked by, and casualties on the battlefield continued to rise.

The red-haired knight atop the high slope couldn't help but furrow his brow and show increasing reluctance whenever he heard the dying screams of his soldiers.

"My king, please give the order so that I may lead the knights into battle!"

Finally, unable to stand by and watch his comrades die one after another like weeds, the red-haired knight couldn't help but ride forward, pound his chest with his right fist, and solemnly plead.

"not the right time yet……"

However, to the red-haired knight's eager anticipation, the austere figure in the center, clad in full silver-white armor with lion-like manes visible through the gaps in the armor plates and a cloak over his back, calmly declined.

"My king, your knights are clearly capable of quickly breaching this fortress, so why are you hesitating to act? We have already sacrificed enough to win this battle!"

After being rejected, the red-haired knight looked pitiful, then raised his voice, revealing a hint of indignation, and couldn't help but ask a question.

Are you questioning my decision, Tristan?

The figure atop the silver-white warhorse coldly looked down. The gaze cast from beneath the closed visor made the red-haired knight before him instantly feel the pressure of tens of thousands of tons rushing towards him, causing his body to stiffen and cold sweat to pour from his forehead.

That is the heavens above, a divine gaze upon the insignificant beings.

A pure gaze pierces through flesh and reaches the depths of the soul.

Under this scrutiny, any dissent or filth will evaporate instantly, leaving only the ants' impulse to kneel before the dragon.

"My king, it was...it was my slip of the tongue..."

Tristan bowed his head in fear and offered a hesitant apology.

"Given your mistake, you will remain in the rear for the rest of the battle, Lord Tristan."

"As ordered..."

Only when that indifferent gaze moved away from him did the red-haired knight breathe heavily, as if a mountain had been lifted off his body.

Unbeknownst to him, his back was already soaked with sweat.

Seeing their comrades, whose strength was similar to their own, so disheveled under the king's might, the other knights at the round table couldn't help but look at the monarch, who was surrounded by the central banner, with awe and reverence.

At the end of the procession, the white-haired court magician, cradling a staff and swaying on horseback, feigning sleep, slightly opened his eyes, looked at the deity seemingly shrouded in holy light, a complex expression appearing in his eyes, then closed them again to continue dreaming.

Fortunately, the solemn and somber atmosphere did not last long on the high slope.

"Time's up! Everyone, charge!"

Suddenly, the King of Knights, who had been watching the battlefield intently, lowered his raised right arm, pondered coldly, and gave the order to charge to his elite troops.

In an instant, the long-awaited knights, led by dozens of Knights of the Round Table, charged towards the fortified castle atop Mount Padmasambhava.

Meanwhile, several miles away, atop lush bushes, two green-headed figures leaned against branches, watching the epic battle with great interest.

The Battle of Barden was a pivotal moment that laid the foundation for Camelot's prosperity; it would be a great pity to miss it.

The two furtive voyeurs, quite contentedly and simultaneously, tossed a few blueberries into their mouths and chewed them, much like a pair of scumbags who had arranged to go out to see a movie together.

Chapter Two: The Dragon Vortigern

Boom!

Like the rumbling of thunder, the grass trampled by horses' hooves flew up in layers.

what? !

The barbarians who were rising up and drawing their bows to hunt down the remaining enemy infantry on the city walls sensed the violent tremors beneath their feet. Their eyes swept over the sand and pebbles that were jumping up from the city walls, and they looked into the distance in horror.

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

Amidst deafening shouts, fully armed armored knights, their legs gripping the flanks of their horses, one hand raising an arm shield, the other tucking a massive, two-meter-long hardwood lance under their arm, formed an overwhelming torrent of steel.

"The Knight of Justice! It's the Knight of Justice!"

"And the Round Table! These monsters are coming up!"

"Quick! Quick! Stop them from getting close to the city walls!"

As that sliver of silvery white light surged into view like a rolling tide, the barbarians atop the city fortress, like young girls about to be cornered and wantonly violated by a group of burly men, all paled and screamed in terror.

The barbarians, who had originally targeted the infantry with arrows, javelins, and throwing axes, turned their attention to the armored cavalry charging into the fray, and the barbarian shamans accompanying the army also turned their spears in turn.

Moreover, the catapults behind them, as well as the boulders and logs transported to the city walls, also posed a threat to the Celtic elites.

However, even with such a relentless attack, the tin cans encased in magic steel armor easily deflected the flying arrows, javelins, and throwing axes.

Even a wizard's magic, when it strikes the armor, is instantly annihilated by the protective spells layered upon it.

As for the heavy stones and logs, the barbarians had barely lifted them when they were pierced through their bodies by whistling javelins and pinned to the walls. Not only did they fail to throw many of them, but they also crushed and injured many friendly soldiers as they crashed onto the city walls.

What made the Anglo-Saxons even more horrified was that after a series of sporadic attacks, they were horrified to find that the city walls were completely depleted of the weapons they had used to block the enemy, such as boulders, logs, and arrows.

Similarly, the wizards, having already exhausted their magic power in the early stages, have also run out of energy.

In addition, as the knights' army approached, the barbarians discovered that the horse traps and other measures previously used to block cavalry in front of the city walls had already been dismantled by the infantry under the cover of fog.

The timing of this cavalry's appearance was perfect, at a critical juncture when the barbarian offensive had exhausted its old strength and had not yet generated new strength. The knight king's grasp of the battlefield rhythm was just right.

While waiting for supplies to be replenished and magic to be restored, the barbarians lost their last means of restraining the cavalry's advance, and could only watch helplessly as that iron torrent surged forward...

They're advancing rapidly, getting closer and closer!

The next moment, the knight, like a silver raging wave, with layers of magical light patterns shining on his body, accelerated and crashed into the granite city wall.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, the earth shook violently. Under the horrified and desperate gazes of the barbarians on the city walls, the thick rock walls shattered from the weakest points, such as the city gates, and the entire area collapsed.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the empty interior of the fortress was laid bare.

Those armored knights who crashed into the granite merely shook their heads, their deformed armor losing its luster.

In an instant, the knights tossed aside the debris that had fallen on them, staggered to their feet from the rubble, threw away their broken hardwood lances, and put on more agile longswords and battle axes before surging into the city.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of barbarians, clad in animal furs, wielding wooden shields, and brandishing various weapons, were sent flying by charging knights as soon as they gathered in front of the broken city gate.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

With a piercing sound of bones cracking, one after another, barbarians, coughing up blood, fell from mid-air like sacks of flesh, only to be trampled into mincemeat by the cavalry that followed.

The self-assured barbarians poured out of the camp buildings and frantically swung their weapons at the knights.

However, neither sharp blades nor blunt weapons could penetrate the defenses of these tin cans.

"I can't cut it! Damn it! I can't cut it!"

"You bastard! Where are Vortigern's reinforcements?! Did he betray us?!"

The barbarians, their eyes bloodshot with rage, shouted in all directions, their voices trembling with fear and suspense, like a group of rabbits driven into a corner by a hunter.

However, none of this could shake the knights' unwavering will. They raised their sharp swords without mercy and swung them down!

Once again, raise it, and swing it down!

Each armored knight, like an unstoppable land tank, left a trail of destruction in their wake, efficiently and rhythmically reaping the lives of the barbarians, letting these alien races use their own blood to irrigate the fertile land they once longed to conquer.

This near-unsolvable gap caused the barbarians, stripped of their city's outer defenses, to crumble and flee towards the back gate in tears.

"Roar...roar..."

Just as the Anglo-Saxon tribes were on the verge of complete collapse, a muffled roar came from the northern horizon, and a fierce wind swept in.

Beneath the billowing clouds, black dots were rapidly approaching and growing larger.

Wait... what's that?!

Several Knights of the Round Table with exceptional eyesight immediately stopped what they were doing, their pupils contracting sharply.

But before anyone could react, a colossal creature with scales like iron armor and claws like spears swooped down from the sky, its wings folded.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, as the distance decreased, these monsters either grabbed the riders on horseback and threw them from the sky, smashing their internal organs to pieces, or opened their huge mouths, frantically gathering ether and spewing out blazing fireballs that bombarded all directions.

In just a few moments, the streets where the Knights of the Righteousness had poured in were transformed into seas of fire, with figures writhing and screaming in agony as they burned, emitting a stench of scorched flesh.

Dragon seed! It's a dragon seed!

The righteous knight, having regained his senses, quickly tamed his restless, neighing warhorse. Gazing at the ferocious figures circling in the sky, the answer suddenly appeared in his mind.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the defeated barbarians were greatly encouraged and intended to cooperate with these fantasy creatures to complete the annihilation of the Righteous Knights.

"when!"

Just as the circling dragon was about to swoop down once more, a bell-like hum came from the slightly agitated knights, and a halo, like a clock face and engraved with Roman numerals, appeared on the earth.

"I pray that the morning sun will shine upon me!"

The solemn and deep chanting echoed all around, and a blazing power shot straight into the sky, tearing apart the storm of gloom and revealing the golden radiance of the sun.

Immediately, at the center of the halo, a handsome, muscular man with tousled golden hair, straddling a warhorse, raised his silver greatsword and chanted with furrowed brows.

"This sword is a replica of the sun, the purifying flame that burns away all impurities—the sword of triumph!"

boom!

In an instant, as the dragons converged and approached, their ever-increasing power condensed into a blazing edge, sweeping across the sky, leaving flames soaring wherever they passed.

Unable to withstand the intense heat, the low-ranking dragons' wing membranes burned, and they fell to the ground screaming, instantly clearing the sky.

hum!

However, in the blink of an eye, the flames that had been burning the sky in the hands of Gawain, a Knight of the Round Table, were swallowed up by the sudden darkness.

"Roar!"

Amidst the somber roar of a beast imbued with the might of a dragon, a massive shadow loomed over the ground.

As everyone looked up, they couldn't help but see a dark figure coldly looking down from the back of the hundred-meter-long dragon.

The armor was stained black, and although it was clearly noon, it was covered by shadows.

...That's a hole in the world.

To drink up the scalding hot molten iron and swallow it into one's belly—something inhuman that evokes such a chilling feeling.

The chilling feeling, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, made the Knights of the Round Table tremble with fear, and they uttered their answers with difficulty.

The dragon—Vodiggen!

Chapter Three: The Invincible Gawain Falls

"Waaaaah!"

A dull horn sounded from outside the city.

This is a signal of troop withdrawal.

Gao Wen frowned, but did not turn around. His gaze was fixed on the shadow looming over his head, and his golden eyes flashed with a fierce light.