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"King Arthur?!"
King Marco gasped in pain, his gaze fixed in terror on the deep jungle ahead.
The white steed stopped by the edge of the forest, and
Asher leaped from its back.
He patted Stallion's head, and the horse, carrying Guinevere, quietly retreated, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
Rain fell silently. Asher's body was covered in dragon scales from the Power Overload, and his golden eyes swept over the hostile foreign army. His gaze quickly fell on Artoria.
Then, he slowly exhaled.
Uathach was right; he should have followed his instincts and kept Lily with him earlier.
But thankfully, he didn't have to regret it for a lifetime.
Everything was still salvageable.
He just needed to deal with these matters now.
These troubles he would inevitably face.
He was young and had little experience with such things,
but he knew what to do.
There wasn't much to do at a time like this, in fact, it was quite simple.
A sound echoed in the rainy night.
The sound of a sword being drawn.
"If you came for me..." He looked at Vortigern, drawing the sword from his waist.
Viviane's forged Caliburn, imbued with the magic of the White Dragon and the power of a deity, shone with a golden radiance that pierced the heavens and earth.
Asher struck down with a single sword slash; the dazzling light blade seemed to cut through the rain curtain itself. The fiery glow of Rune magic clung to the golden radiance, making it appear to burn with an unquenchable flame.
In the rain, countless streams of blood suddenly splattered, staining the jungle red.
"If you came for me, you can be excused now," Asher
sharply turned, pointing his sword at the elf attacking from behind. Rune script adhered to the sword, and a wind blade cut a trail of blood on the elf's arm. He stepped forward, stomped on the elf's head, then sharply turned and pointed his sword at the approaching foreign creatures.
"Now, I've come for you!"
Asher thrust the tip of his sword into the elf's arm.
Without looking up, he kicked away an enemy that secretly lunged at him from behind the jungle.
Under Power Overload, many complex white patterns appeared on his body, exactly like Cu Chulainn when he broke through the Trial Bridge.
Every heartbeat, breath, and movement was clearly transmitted to his ears. He didn't know if this was an evolution of Power Overload or pure rage.
The rage of the White Dragon.
And as the second and even third foreign creatures lunged at Asher, the others remained hesitant, observing the young man, including Vortigern.
Everyone present was watching the White Dragon who had drawn the Caliburn.
King Arthur had arrived; did that also mean the Knights of the Round Table had arrived and had already surrounded them all?
Did he dare to come to such a place alone because the
Goddess of Death was also nearby?
Would even the Queen of the Land of Shadows be here?
And, being able to detect elves hidden in the darkness so quickly, did it mean that his strength was already on par with his own?
So, apart from some foreign creatures who, seeing Asher, attacked him out of jealousy, the others did not move, merely staring at the young man who had already cut down all the attacking foreign creatures.
The two sides stared at each other for a moment, rain splashing on their faces, but no one dared to utter a sound.
One side had only one person, while the other had hundreds, yet such an eerie silence prevailed.
After a period of quiet, Vortigern finally realized something very important.
This fellow had truly brought a useless princess and came knocking on their door by himself.
"Charge!" Vortigern commanded with a chilling voice.
But then he suddenly found that no one moved forward, so he spoke again: "What are you waiting for."
Vortigern's words abruptly stopped. Fire, accompanied by frost and wind pressure, rushed towards him. When Vortigern looked up, his face showed shock.
And then, for the first time, rage surfaced from deep within his heart.
Asher had actually charged forward himself?!
"Capture him!"
The previous silence was broken in an instant. Asher
focused all his attention on his ears. In such a dim environment, what he saw was not as fast as what he heard.
The first foreign creature raised the large axe in its hand, but Asher deftly swept past it without hesitation.
The Caliburn stabbed another person, then he used a large tree to push off, rapidly moving towards the next person.
The first foreign creature from before never managed to swing that large axe in the end. A clean trail of blood splattered on his neck, and his body stiffly fell to the ground.
Does seeing a dead person really make one vomit?
The answer is no.
This wasn't the first time Asher had seen such a sight. In the Land of Shadows, Scathach had shown him too many similar scenes. Unless the corpses were truly too gruesome to bear, he wouldn't feel nauseous or want to vomit.
After cutting down another person, immediately three or four more, brandishing their bladed weapons, lunged at Asher. But before they could reach him, and deep blue ice wall blocked their attack. A tremendous pressure enveloped the air, causing even the rain to cease.
Asher retreated like a phantom. The ice wall in the sky crashed down with a roar.
When he looked up again, countless threads appeared before his eyes. Asher picked up the weapon from the fallen foreign creature and hurled it with force into the crowd.
Screams of terror erupted from the crowd. They raised their weapons to block the thrown weapon, but they couldn't. The weapon was connected to their 'fate'; it pierced through one person's chest and continued to shoot towards the second person behind.
Even if they dodged, it was useless. Such a throw was guaranteed to hit. No matter where they fled, the weapon would follow.
This was 'fate', a destiny that, once connected, could no longer be severed.
Asher did not stop. After evading the foreign creature lunging at him, he snatched the weapon from its hand, slashed at the enemy's neck, and then threw the weapon.
These weapons had clearly become Asher's killing tools.
Every weapon he took was thrown in this manner.
Thirty, thirty-two... thirty-six, thirty-nine, forty-five...
The foreign army couldn't maneuver at all in such a confined space. One by one, the foreign creatures fell.
Asher pulled out the red spear from King Marco's hand and looked down at him, smiling.
The spear pierced King Marco's heart. Flames suddenly ignited, and King Marco, without even a scream, turned into charcoal under his terrified gaze.
"Why did you come here..." Artoria, relying on the
powerful Red Dragon's Heart, still maintained her consciousness, even though her body was so exhausted she didn't even want to open her eyes. But she still forced herself to.
If she fell asleep now, it might be the last time she saw him.
"Your question is really strange, Lily," Asher said, looking at the foreign creatures who surrounded them but didn't dare to take another step forward. He raised his finger.
The healing effect of Rune magic enveloped Artoria. Her body's wounds quietly healed under the powerful
recovery ability of the Red Dragon and the Runes.
Although the pain still existed, it was far better than the initial, dizzying pain that felt like it would overwhelm her brain.
"Your personality is really strange," Asher continued.
"Why did you come here?" she simply repeated.
"Because you're here," Asher said.
Artoria was stunned.
Suddenly, someone moved among the foreign creatures. Wind howled past, and Vortigern roared as he lunged forward, a smile on his face.
It was the arrogant smile that appears when one sees their prey.
"Everyone get back, he's mine!"
Asher tilted his head to dodge Vortigern's attack, his figure rapidly moving forward.
"Do you want to shield her from the aftershocks of the
battle? No matter, as you wish!"
Vortigern's figure shot forward, raising his sword to slash at Asher's back. Asher's fingertips glowed with the light of Rune magic.
A wind blade struck Vortigern, but this time, it did not succeed in repelling him.
Sword and spear clashed, sparks erupting in the darkness. Vortigern's other hand transformed into a white claw, stabbing at Asher's head at an extremely strange angle, but Asher dodged the attack as if he had already known the outcome beforehand.
Unaware foreign creatures silently approached, but before they could get close, they were pierced by an ice shard and fell amidst a spray of blood.
Vortigern and Asher retreated almost simultaneously.
"Prophecy," Vortigern narrowed his eyes.
Asher didn't answer him, simply holding the spear with both hands, maintaining a fighting stance.
"Indeed, even a pretty boy will gain some skills after being taught for so long," Vortigern slowly began.
"Only someone unpopular would say such a thing," Asher said flatly.
He was trying to provoke Vortigern. A furious Vortigern might gain strength, but if he could make the opponent lose some reason, it might be easier to deal with him.
"You glib-tongued fellow, you have the ability of prophecy, but."
Vortigern's body underwent a transformation. Black scales covered him, and his eyes gradually turned golden. When he slightly squeezed his hand, the hilt of the sword in his grip shattered into pieces.
"The outcome is the same," Vortigern raised his cold, golden eyes. "Just now, I told that girl that I could defeat her within ten breaths."
"Now, I'll send that same message to you. If you can last ten breaths against me, I'll let you and that girl leave.
Otherwise..."
Vortigern roared and charged forward, "You'll be buried with her!"
Clang!
Claw and red spear violently collided, striking golden sparks that illuminated the darkness. Vortigern's strength was far greater than before. Although this sweeping claw was barely blocked, it made Asher's arms go numb.
If he were to continue resisting head-on, his arms would probably be ruined in just a few more hits.
He couldn't take it head-on. He needed to calm down and think. Vortigern's explosive power was probably even higher than Shishou's. What would Shishou do?
No, Asher didn't believe he could do what she did.
But he had an advantage that Shishou didn't.
Asher parried Vortigern's claw without hesitation, immediately retreating backward. As long as he could create distance, he could use thrown weapons and the power of Runes to counter Vortigern's attacks.
His peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the cage cart in the distance, his gaze lingering for a moment on the vanguard spear placed inside the cage.
"You're distracted while fighting me! Are you too careless, or do you look down on me?!" Vortigern appeared in front of Asher in an instant. Despite his already astonishing strength, his speed was equally
incredible.
Vortigern raised his sharp claw, and the second fierce attack nearly knocked the red spear from Asher's hand.
But without giving Asher any chance to breathe, as Vortigern swung his sharp claw, his other hand grabbed Asher's head and flung him away.
The violent impact caused Asher immense pain.
Vortigern didn't stop for a moment. He stomped his foot back, using the momentum to charge at Asher, and plunged a claw through Asher's heart.
However, not a single drop of blood splattered. 'Asher' disappeared from Vortigern's sight.
Illusion. It could create three identical selves. Although it couldn't release the same Rune magic, it was a very effective tactic for confusing enemies in battle.
A sound like rushing wind came from behind Vortigern.
Asher threw the red spear. Vortigern sharply turned and swung another claw. The dark blade slashed at Asher's body.
But Asher disappeared again. The black blade sliced open the ground, countless shattered rocks and dust scattered, and the jungle was in disarray. Even the foreign creatures were howling. Vortigern didn't care about his surrounding allies, or perhaps, for him, there had never been any allies.
"I should have won, right?" Asher's gentle and innocent
voice came from behind.
"Ten breaths are up. You did indeed win," Vortigern
slowly said.
He turned to look at the young man standing behind him. "Congratulations."
Before Vortigern could finish his sentence, he felt a wrenching pain in his body. Looking down again, the red spear had pierced his heart from behind.
When Vortigern looked up again, the Asher who had been standing in front of him had already disappeared.
The third illusion. The healing effect of Rune magic enveloped Asher. He stepped forward, drew the Caliburn from his waist. The foreign army that tried to approach from behind was blocked by his ice wall. Asher kicked the red spear that had pierced Vortigern's heart. Under this kick, Vortigern was sent flying backward. Asher then rushed forward, grabbing Vortigern's head. As the red spear impaled Vortigern on the massive trunk of a towering tree, his head was also violently slammed against the tree by Asher.
"You bastard..." Bang! Asher again slammed Vortigern's head heavily against the tree trunk behind him. The dragon scales covering Vortigern's head left deep marks on the sturdy trunk. The large tree swayed precariously.
Asher tightened his grip on the Caliburn, channeling more magic into it. A golden radiance lit up the sword, imbued with the mysteries of Runes. Vortigern struggled to raise his eyes to Asher:
"You cheated..."
"Believing your enemy, are you such an idiot, the Usurper King!" The light of the Caliburn seemed to illuminate the darkness. Asher raised the Caliburn, flames blazing on it, and again pierced Vortigern's heart. The scorching flames dyed half the sky red, burning through the night. The
huge towering tree swayed precariously in the blaze.
As Asher retreated several steps to avoid being caught in the aftermath, the tree finally collapsed amidst the flames, sparks flying everywhere. Rain fell, silently extinguishing the flames. Thick mist rose, and Vortigern's body was like charcoal, completely unrecognizable. Asher, using his last remaining strength, stood his ground, wiping away the blood that was about to run into his eyes, and said coldly.
"Ten breaths are up now."
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