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Asher felt that he was at his limit. The energy he had just expended and the pain from the scratches on his body made it very difficult for him to continue, but he still gritted his teeth and raised his long spear towards the hundreds of foreign troops in front of him.
If he fell now, both he and Artoria would perish here. He was King Arthur. Although he hadn't done anything particularly impressive since taking office, he at least had to drive out the foreign tribes. At the very least, he had to leave all the enemy troops here and rescue his court steward. This was one of the few things he, as king, could do.
As long as he was conscious, he could continue to fight.
Disciples from the Land of Shadows were not useless.
"Kill him! Avenge Lord Vortigern!"
After a brief stunned silence, angry shouts suddenly erupted from the distant foreign creatures.
"He's done for! Capture him and hang him on the city wall! Let the people of Britain see what a miserable
state their king is in!"
"Don't be afraid, we outnumber them! Charge!"
Foreign creatures rushed towards Asher's direction one after another. Their eyes were red, fear and anger combined. They raised their weapons and shouted.
However, before they could charge forward, a solemn voice suddenly echoed from a distance.
"Do you want to compare numbers?!"
Countless footsteps sounded in succession. The foreign creatures' shouts from moments ago fell silent in an instant.
"King Arthur, my apologies, we are late!"
A voice came from behind, and then, a large army arrived
at the scene one after another. Leading them was the Knights of the Round Table. From the numbers, at least most of the Knights of the Round Table had arrived this time. And in the middle of the Knights of the Round Table was Guinevere, who had retreated earlier. It was she who had led Gawain and the others here.
"Everyone, drop your weapons!" Gawain raised his sword
high, and then, one after another, the foreign creatures threw down their weapons.
"Are you alright, King Arthur" Gawain turned to Asher, then gave a bitter smile, helping him up. "Although I wanted to ask that, it seems unnecessary now."
Asher's miserable state clearly showed what kind of battle he had just endured.
"W-what happened here?" Agravain looked at the scene before him, his face somewhat stunned. "Who did this?"
Piles of foreign creatures lay scattered on the ground, blood spreading across the area. Just the first glance had shocked Agravain's eyes.
The answer was actually quite obvious, but he still found it hard to believe that King Arthur had single-handedly annihilated most of the enemy forces.
The rest of the troops dismounted one after another and surrounded the enemy.
"I'm fine," Asher shook his head. "Imprison all of them and send them to the nearest Leodegrance territory. Also, Sir Lancelot is severely wounded; quickly take him for treatment."
"Yes!" Gawain looked at Bedivere beside him. "Can I leave
this to you?"
Bedivere nodded, and began to orderly command his subordinates to work.
"Who is he?" Gawain quickly noticed the charred man lying on the ground. "Is he King Marco?"
"King Marco is dead," Artoria said, walking over with Bedivere's support. "He is Vortigern."
Gawain was stunned for a moment before he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Vortigern?!"
"He's still alive?" Agravain asked in shock.
"He's dead now," Artoria said, looking at Asher with a complex expression. "He killed him."
Gawain was stunned for a moment, looking at the group of foreign creatures lying on the ground, and asked with some disbelief, "Alone...?"
Upon receiving Artoria's affirmative answer, the Knights of the Round Table were all somewhat stunned. The name of the Usurper King had long been imprinted deep in everyone's memory, indelible, yet now he was in such a miserable state. If they didn't believe King Arthur wouldn't lie, they would absolutely not believe that the charred thing on the ground was Vortigern.
"Alone," Artoria whispered. "Most of the people here were dealt with by him, and he came here to save me"
Asher raised his somewhat weak arm and flicked Artoria's forehead.
"If you say something like that again, I'll get angry."
"Sorry..." Artoria lowered her head. After a moment, she
looked up again, pushed Bedivere away, and then extended her hand to Asher.
"I'll help you out."
Asher was slightly stunned, then chuckled helplessly, "The Red Dragon's recovery is truly strong."
Logically, the White Dragon should also have such power, yet his recovery was much weaker than Artoria's. This was probably what Morgan had mentioned before,
because his White Dragon was not complete.
"I'll go check on Lancelot's condition up ahead." Bedivere simply smiled and walked towards Lancelot.
"Everyone, move out!" Gawain raised the Holy Sword of the Sun.
The army gradually began to withdraw from the jungle. Asher, supported by Artoria, walked behind. The healing effect of Runes continuously healed his wounds, and his depleted stamina was slowly recovering.
Actually, these wounds were minor issues. The real problem was the Power Overload. After prolonged use of Power Overload, Asher felt his physical magic being continuously drained. If the struggle with Vortigern had lasted any longer, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
As the group gradually began to withdraw from the jungle, in this bustling place, a shattering sound suddenly echoed.
Asher, walking among the troops, was startled. He slowly turned to look.
The object that Asher had burned into charcoal began to show cracks.
Asher had an ominous thought at that moment.
It shouldn't be...
It's impossible...
He really didn't want to believe this premonition, but now it seemed he had no choice.
The charcoal chunk produced another crack, and then, dense cracks rapidly burst open.
"Run!" Asher roared.
"Get out of here!"
Vortigern wasn't dead, or rather, he died, but was thus reborn, breaking free of his shackles.
And so, the Black Dragon descended.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking up at the black dragon soaring into the sky.
It was unlike the black dragon Asher had encountered before; this was truly the king of the foreign tribes, Magic Dragon Vortigern.
"I said, ten breaths." The Black Dragon let out a sky-shattering roar, diving towards Asher. Gawain drew the Holy Sword of the Sun and stood in front of Asher, but the dragon merely swept its massive claw at the enemy troops. A black aura, accompanied by immense pressure, rushed forward, and the Holy Sword of the Sun's usual radiance was devoured by the profound darkness.
"I am the true White Dragon, the King of Britain, the leader of the foreign tribes! The false king should obediently be devoured by me, so I can become the true White Dragon!"
The Magic Dragon raised its head. It truly was like a dragon of despair in the apocalypse, wielding its thick dragon claws. Volcanoes erupted with scorching pillars of light beneath its raised claws. Lava burned the earth, and the sea surged with massive tsunamis, overwhelming
the town.
Earth, water, wind, fire everything in Britain was under its control. Everyone would prostrate at its feet.
But it could never return to its former appearance.
Vortigern sighed in sadness, but soon let out an ear-splitting laugh, as if he had descended into madness.
"Morgan, Morgan le Fay!" It roared in fury.
It could have freely returned to human form, but its "essence blood" had been taken by Asher. Asher had gained the shell of the White Dragon, possessing a portion of its power. For Vortigern to exert the White Dragon's power again, it had to abandon some important things.
For example... humanity.
But it didn't matter now. Vortigern had been killed by Asher due to carelessness. Now it was the Magic Dragon, and its goal was revenge.
The Magic Dragon looked down at the army below and raised its massive claw.
"Get out of here!" Asher roared, turning his head.
These troops might be useful against humans, but against a monster like this, any attack would only
increase casualties.
This was a monster that could no longer be dealt with by sheer numbers.
Boom!
Vortigern raised its giant claw, causing countless cracks to appear on the ground, forming a massive abyss.
Watching the fleeing army and the terrified foreign creatures scurrying away, Vortigern again raised its giant claw and slammed it onto the ground.
Looking at the humans swaying precariously from the violent shaking, it merely shook its head and sighed.
To the current Vortigern, this was merely a game, a
cat-and-mouse game.
Its gaze fell on Asher on the ground, and it roared: "Asher! This time, it won't take ten breaths, just three moves!"
It wielded its power in mid-air. An abyss-like crack formed beside Asher. Artoria's eyes widened. She quickly grabbed him, pulling Asher back to the ground with the little strength she had just managed to recover.
But Vortigern didn't stop at all. It simply moved one of its claws, and a black light enveloped the volcanic lava, rushing towards Asher, as if to burn him to charcoal.
However, just as the scorching light was about to reach Asher's back, Kay appeared in front of Asher. He cleaved the dark lava with his sword, and in the exploding firelight, turned and roared, "Get the King out of here!"
Artoria nodded heavily, supporting Asher as they ran towards the forest exit.
Vortigern merely glanced at Kay. It grinned, and its golden slit pupils revealed a cunning that only humans possessed. It flapped its wings and swooped down towards Asher on the ground, letting out a deafening roar.
"You bastard! I told you, this time I'll kill you for sure!" It raised its claw, aiming to pierce both Asher and Artoria.
"Three moves, you say?"
A woman's low murmur echoed from a distance.
Swish!
A red spear streaked down from the sky, piercing the Magic Dragon's chest. Immediately after, a second red spear passed through its abdomen.
"Who?!"
As Vortigern turned his head, a third red spear descended with a rushing sound, followed by a fourth, and even a fifth red spear.
A griffin circled in mid-air, letting out a sharp cry. Scathach descended from the air, raising her head, her red eyes seemingly burning with an inextinguishable flame.
"Stay and play with me."
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