Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In this meticulously planned coronation ceremony, the one on the gentle slope, under the watchful eyes of everyone, successfully pulled the chosen sword from the stone platform.

Afterwards, the new queen, with her superhuman strength and legendary aura, gathered a large number of knights who were loyal to her and led her troops to victory after victory.

Having gone through twelve dynastic wars, she almost wiped out the various kings who ruled over the entire territory of Britain, and repeatedly repelled foreign invaders.

The current Battle of Baden Mountain is essentially a desperate struggle by a foreign tribe.

After all, the fact that these barbarians, who were skilled in open-field battles and had a carefree style, could build fortresses to defend against natural defenses was enough to prove that these Saxons were truly terrified of the new king and her knightly order, and could only rely on the city walls for a sense of security.

Even so, the almost unstoppable mass charge of the Chastise Knights still left the barbarians helpless.

Vortigern, the lowly king who was blessed by Britain and prophesied to be the only one who could fight against the son of the dragon, became the only lifeline for these foreign tribes.

Similarly, Voodoo, who suffered repeated setbacks, also needed the help of foreign races to fight against the chosen one.

The fateful battle between the red dragon and the white dragon has now begun.

But looking at the flying earth and rocks on Mount Ba, and the ether frantically gathering in the constantly cracking earth and sky, the intensity was something Samael had not anticipated.

The Age of Gods has ended, the heroes have gone, but why does a power akin to that of gods still linger on the surface of Britain, and why is a thrilling battle between gods being broadcast live?

This is incredible!

Chapter 5: Sorry, Ahoge

"Holy Lance, compress!"

Just as Samael frowned in deep thought, a cold, solemn whisper, like a divine pronouncement, echoed in the ears of mortals.

laugh!

Suddenly, the pitch-black curtain hanging from the sky above Mount Ba was violently distorted and pierced by a spiraling band of light, radiating a star-like brilliance.

The King of Britain, seated atop his silver-white armored warhorse "East Starion," held his lance upright like a lighthouse in the deep sea, completely dissolving the surrounding filth and gloom, forming a fortress of light that isolated the darkness.

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor!"

With a cold and solemn pronouncement, the spiraling band of light that connected heaven and earth slammed down forward.

boom!

In an instant, the sharp Storm Star Anchor sliced ​​and tore apart the dark kingdom summoned by Vortigern, directly striking the outline hidden in the black mist.

"Ow..."

In an instant, the darkness surged violently, and amidst a terrible howl, the pure-blooded dragon beneath Vortigern fell from mid-air, a horrifying penetrating wound appearing on its chest.

Pink bits of dragon heart flesh, shattered dragon scale fragments, and tiny, white bone fragments splattered in all directions.

A large amount of dragon blood turned into scarlet raindrops, which were thrown from the hideous wound onto the scorched earth.

Vortigern, who was on the dragon's back, was not in good shape, even though he had narrowly escaped death. The iron armor on his right arm was shattered, and the red and black demonic sword fell from his hand.

"Arthur, don't be so smug! Even if Britain falls, it will surely perish by my hand!"

But in an instant, the wounded King, in the face of extreme crisis, shrank his snake pupils to the size of pinholes, his face contorted, his mouth stretched to the roots of his ears, his sharp teeth protruding, and a non-human roar came from his mouth.

On its pale skin, grayish-white scales appeared, and ferocious bone spurs pierced out from its body. Its body instantly swelled, breaking through the iron armor and casting a huge shadow on the ground, revealing a sinister outline.

dragon!

A pale dragon shrouded in black mist, bringing death with it!

"Roar!"

The dragon's claws crashed down, and the fortress collapsed.

The dragon's head appeared, and the surrounding black mist devoured the soldiers' weapons, corpses, and the broken rubble of the fortress, turning everything into basic spiritual particles that filled the black hole that devoured the light.

Darkness returns, but the light, though faint, will never disappear; it shines like a lighthouse even in the storm.

In fact, because of the contraction, it becomes more concise and sharp.

"How pathetic, all your efforts have been in vain. The mysteries of this land have already been taken into my hands."

Facing the colossal dragon, a hundred meters long and radiating divine power, bathed in a spiral of light, the figure spoke calmly, his eyes still cold and serene, without stirring the slightest ripple.

...The king probably already knew.

Vortigern is Britain itself.

Down the mountain, bathed in sunlight, Gao Wen looked up excitedly, his eyes radiating fervor.

That's right!

This is my limit.

But for our queen, such predicaments are exactly her daily routine.

No! This is hardly a predicament at all!

The Sun Knight's golden eyes, reflecting the starlight of the Holy Lance, shone with a wave of reverence.

The magnificent spiral of light, compressed to its limit in the palm of the King of Britain, gradually spread outwards, illuminating the dark sky along its path, restoring light, and scattering stardust, allowing the light that had swallowed the world to reappear.

No matter how powerful the monster's magic is, that holy lance can turn the earth into scorched earth, even if the enemy is the entire island of Britain transformed into flesh!

Meanwhile, the figure watching from afar, gazing at the two forces clashing and nearly tearing Britain apart on Mount Baden, twitched his lips and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"No wonder you came to me, this is practically a miniature Age of Gods!"

"Small age of gods?"

The white-haired older sister, crouching in the bushes nearby, blinked her dreamy purple eyes innocently, her face full of curiosity, waiting for answers.

Samael had no choice but to patiently explain the situation in detail.

Simply put, the one who manifests as the island, as the island's embodiment, is the Humble King.

The king of the weak tribe who drank dragon's blood was, for some reason, no longer human long ago.

What he transformed into was not merely a white dragon, but the island of Britain itself—the world's last mystery and fantasy after the legendary War of the Covenant.

Under these conditions, Voodoo Gon would enjoy the highest level of protection and authority wherever he was in Britain.

In addition to the erosion of the earth, the concentration of magic in the atmosphere also increased around him, reaching a level comparable to that of the Age of Gods, and was used by Vortigern.

In theory, this is tantamount to turning the entire United Kingdom into his territory.

Therefore, as the embodiment of the island's secret will, the land on which Vortigern stood was Britain, the land of the Age of Gods.

Even more coincidentally, the spear in the Knight King's hand was one of the twelve spears used to stabilize the surface of this planet back then!

Vortigern provided the magic, and the Holy Lance formed the tower that supported the world.

The combination of these two factors has perpetuated the mystery of Britain, creating a miniature version of the Age of Gods on the Earth's surface that continues to this day.

Such a unique environment gave birth to two chosen ones.

That is, the white dragon and the red dragon of Britain.

One represents the will of this island, the other represents the legend of conquering mystery.

But as the saying goes, "two tigers cannot share one mountain," Britain was destined to have only one master.

Therefore, the duel between the Lowly King and the Knight King became an inevitable, fateful battle.

No wonder, even in this day and age, we can still see god-level beings clashing.

No wonder, these beasts gathered under the Knight King's command, nicknamed the "Round Table Cowboys," are all ridiculously strong.

"I knew it! Gaia contacting me meant nothing good!"

Gazing at the massive light pollution not far away, Samael's face darkened further, and he cursed under his breath.

However, even so, he naturally couldn't ignore such a matter.

After all, modern Britain is like a sac parasitizing the surface of a planet, constantly drawing nourishment from the ether in the inner sea of ​​the star.

The purpose of gathering the divine beings on the Earth's surface into the inner sea of ​​the planet was to reduce the planet's consumption, repair Gaia's damage, awaken the gods earlier, and store spiritual particles to prepare for future natural disasters.

Therefore, every drop of ether that drains from Britain's bloodletting tank is equivalent to delaying the awakening of his beloved companions by one second.

People have varying degrees of closeness and distance; in this situation, he would definitely side with his own family and ignore the truth.

So, Your Majesty the Saber, I'm sorry.

In any case, Britain's mysterious decline was only a matter of time.

So be it, let's all just make do. Whoever gets screwed over is screwed over anyway.

Samael offered a half-hearted moment of silence, then watched the battle with a gloomy expression. Meanwhile, he whispered among himself and Melly, who had become interested, their mischievous intentions running wild.

Chapter Six: Don't even think about me carrying the team!

"How about I provide cover while you take action and kill them both? Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

The white-haired succubus rolled its eyes, nudged Samael beside it with a smile, and encouraged him with bright, expectant eyes.

"For this mission, you're the main DPS, and I'm the support. I'll cover you. You go ahead."

Samael smiled and declined, his snake-like eyes full of encouragement.

The eldest sister, Melly, said in a relaxed tone: "Just two god-level beings."

The ancient serpent Samael remained calm: "Hmm, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

However, neither of the two who were trying to strike up a conversation moved an inch.

After all, just take this with a grain of salt; anyone who believes it is an idiot.

For Samael, if we consider the events before the War of the Covenant, neither the dragon Vortigern nor the Knight King, who was deified by the Spear of the End, could stand up to him.

To put it arrogantly, no matter how many come, they're all just free food.

However, things are different now.

In order to unleash that unparalleled sword strike, the ancient serpent's divine essence and power had been completely burned away.

As ether thinned, the gods became the ceiling on the earth that had crumbled in the Age of Gods.

Vortigern was alright; with the defeat in the Twelve Dynasties War, his power was almost entirely taken away by the Knight King.

Given my current condition, and if I can find a way to get some boosts to my Dragon-Specific abilities, I should be able to handle it.

But according to his perception, the compatibility between that knight king and the holy lance was surprisingly good. With a single blow, he tore open the space of this small divine age in Britain. This was not just the level of a regular god!

In a sense, she was the queen of Britain, this small, newly born age of gods.

Furthermore, the Sword of Excalibur is heavily restricted, and can only be fully activated in an apocalyptic scenario.

Without specialized god-slaying weaponry, going looking for trouble with gods on his own, especially two of them, is something only a fool would do.

As for the ill-intentioned ally beside her, the magician Melly, or rather, the fairy Vivian.

She belongs to the [Great Mother] level of fairy, on the same level as the king of the six great fairy clans back then, equivalent to a high-ranking pure-blooded dragon, a Valkyrie prototype, and other beings second only to gods.

Don't be fooled by how easily she makes it sound. Don't even think about getting that scumbag woman to risk her life to fight against the gods.

Furthermore, based on recent observations and various signs about Meryl, Samael has basically confirmed one fact:

If I'm not mistaken, this woman is Vivian, the Lake Nymph of Avalon, who appeared as another hidden thread guiding King Arthur's destiny by sending him the holy sword Excalibur.

Legend has it that she has a close connection with Merlin, the great sage and half-sleep demon.

Meanwhile, the Knights of the Round Table collapsed, and Merlin happened to disappear during that time.

The official story is that Merlin's fervent pursuit angered Vivian, who then imprisoned him in a stone, leading to the loss of the Great Sage's mediation within the Knights of the Round Table, ultimately causing their disintegration.

Therefore, Vivian was one of the guides who led King Artoria to her doom at Camlann Hill, and Merlin's opposite.

Combining the woman's journey from the Starry Sea with her mission, her fur color which was exactly like Merlin's, and her utterly shameless and entertaining nature, anyone with a brain would naturally guess Vivian's true identity.

That's why he named this woman "Merry".

Moreover, if I remember correctly, he was once considered the Red Dragon of Britain by Boudica and her Celtic band.

The nameless holy swordsman who defeated Yusei, and the fairy of paradise who subdued the Age of Gods...

Clearly, they were another couple whose fate would determine the future of Britain.

This is not unexpected.

After all, Samael, using the power of Chronos, the god of necessity, and the Book of Fate, reshaped the world.