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The rain fell silently, and on the ground, countless lotuses seemed to bloom. Asher looked up through the curtain of rain at the woman standing before him. Even in the dimness, visibility was low, but he could clearly see her figure. Her purple hair danced in the fierce wind, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield. Why is Shishou here?
Didn't the Land of Shadows have a conflict with Aife's kingdom, Alba? Could it be resolved already? Asher was puzzled. He wanted to speak but swallowed the words.
"You're truly overprotective, even disregarding your own country? Queen of the Land of Shadows," Vortigern slowly began. As it spoke, even the clouds in the sky shifted; everything underwent an earth-shattering change with its raised hand.
"The generals who controlled Alba launched an attack on the common people of the Land of Shadows and pinned the blame on Alba. Though I don't know how you managed it," Scathach raised her spear and pointed it at Vortigern, "to try to lure me away with such a boring method and cause conflict between us and our neighboring country, you're far too naive."
"Is that so? What a pity," Vortigern roared. "Then I'll send you and your apprentice off together!" Red spears on its body were slowly pushed out, inch by inch. Finally, several red spears shot out from the demonic dragon's body. Scathach leaped up, grabbed a red spear, and the spears, with astonishing speed, lunged towards the dragon's chest. The demonic dragon raised its massive claw, and a magic circle formed in the air. Immense wind pressure descended from the sky, slowing the spears to an extreme crawl.
But before it could wield its power again, Scathach stepped on the demonic dragon's head, and the red spear plunged into the dragon's massive vertical pupil. The demonic dragon violently twisted its head, and the fierce wind pressure nearly blew Scathach out of mid-air. But as Scathach flew backward, she plunged the red spear into the demonic dragon's abdomen, stepped on the red spear lodged in the demonic dragon's body, then leaped high, landed on the demonic dragon's back, and then another red spear plunged into the demonic dragon's back.
Scathach's eyes burned with intense fire. The long-awaited battle made her blood boil. Her strength, speed, and even magic reached their peak at this moment.
Each time a red spear pierced the demonic dragon's body, it was accompanied by astonishing dragon roars and spurting blood. This was true dragon slaying. The Gate of the Dead Realm, overflowing with death, unfolded in mid-air, absorbing Vortigern's magic. All the soldiers had retreated, except for a few Knights of the Round Table and Asher, who remained there, gazing at the scene in awe.
Each time the demonic dragon raised its massive claw, it was met with a red spear piercing it. Wounds appeared on Vortigern's body one after another, like blooming fireworks, but Scathach's attack showed no pause, only growing more ferocious. Not fast enough, still too slow, faster, must be faster! This thought was all that
remained in Scathach's mind.
Vortigern's expression was contorted with pain. It was a newly born king, yet Scathach's attack style was too cunning. If Vortigern had been extremely careful from the start, even Scathach would have found it difficult to leap onto its body, let alone launch such a furious assault. But now it was too late. Countless blood-colored fireworks seemed to bloom on the demonic dragon's body.
It flew and spun in mid-air, trying to shake Scathach off.
The surrounding mountains and forests collapsed in an instant. Many of its scales had fallen off due to injuries, yet the surrounding magical energy was clearly being absorbed into its body, and the dark clouds in the sky
formed a visible vortex.
The demonic dragon let out another furious roar. Unlike before, this was a piercing, scalp-tingling sound, as if tearing through eardrums. It suddenly flicked its tail, finally throwing the woman off its back. It opened its mouth, and a scorching magma fireball spewed out. This was Britain, its territory. The Queen of the Land of Shadows should stay in her own territory!
Boom! Scathach plunged straight down in mid-air. A massive fireball, like a meteorite, fell from the sky. The fireball and the entire sky were reflected in her beautiful red eyes, the fireball appearing as a mere dot in her pupils. But the woman's face showed an increasingly wild smile. The true nature of a battle maniac was completely activated. She raised her red spear and threw it, the red spear piercing the fireball with a scorching red glow.
Just as Scathach was about to use the power of Rune magic to levitate her body in mid-air, a figure suddenly shot out from a distance. Asher leaped from the ground and hugged Scathach. The fireball suspended in mid-air exploded with a roar, like fireworks in the night, but the falling sparks ignited fires in the forest. The two lightly landed on the ground. Scathach broke free from Asher's embrace and stood on the ground, tilting her head and saying, "It's dangerous here. Leave with them."
"Then why are you here?"
"I am your Shishou," Scathach said. "Things an apprentice
can't solve, a Shishou should solve."
"Take him far away," Scathach said, looking at Artoria, who was running towards them.
Vortigern stared intently at Scathach, its golden eyes filled with raging fury and a hint of fear. It shouldn't feel so afraid. It was invincible in Britain. It was no longer human, yet it still lacked the heart of a demonic dragon. It still possessed human negative emotions. - It felt fear. Vortigern felt humiliated by its fear.
The King of Britain, actually feeling fear because of the Queen of the Land of Shadows and two inexperienced children? No, it shouldn't be like this... The emotion of fear was meaningless. It was the Usurper King, a true demonic dragon. It would use foreign races to conquer all of Britain, kill Asher, and regain all of its rightful power.
How could it be afraid of a few mere humans?! It would kill all who defied it, become the King of Britain, and even conquer Rome and all other countries, becoming the King of the World. Yes, fear was meaningless...
Intense desire made Vortigern let out an ear-splitting roar. Its golden vertical pupils glowed with furious light.
The scales that had fallen off regrew. It had completely entered a berserk state. Magical power surged, and a vast, overwhelming black curtain descended, engulfing everything. The Aether Sea within it also churned, as if an endless darkness enveloped everyone. This was the demonic dragon, an almost invincible presence in Britain.
"You all, must die!" Vortigern raised its colossal claw, and a pitch-black light surged towards Asher.
"Leave here," Scathach said again, raising her red spear and piercing the demonic dragon's body. The same speed, the same power. The demonic dragon was pierced, letting out an astonishing roar. Then, the fallen dragon scales regenerated again.
"I told you, I am an absolutely invincible existence in Britain!" Vortigern laughed wildly. It completely disregarded Scathach's attack, flapping its wings. Its speed easily surpassed the limits attainable by humans. It lunged at Asher.
"Vortigern!" Scathach's red eyes changed for the first time. Her body felt as if countless goosebumps had risen, as she watched that sharp claw violently strike down towards Asher. Asher abruptly pushed Artoria away.
"Ash!" Artoria yelled, running towards him, but the black claw had already struck the spot where Asher had been.
"Apprentice..." Scathach was slightly stunned, Vortigern's joyous laughter echoing in her ears. Finally, this time, it could reclaim its lost power. It turned its head to look at the woman, grinning, "What if you kill me a few times?
You still can't protect your disciple."
"Are you angry?" The demonic dragon shook its head. "So what? Dead creatures cannot be resurrected. Even if you rage and roar, it's useless. Come on, keep killing me. Let's see how many more times you can kill me!" Piercing laughter echoed in the sky. The demonic dragon looked down at Scathach standing on the ground, its vertical pupils reflecting human cunning. It raised both its claws high, and massive meteorites fell from the dark sky.
"Since you want to see your disciple so badly, I'll send you to join him!"
The meteorites descended towards Scathach and Artoria.
Vortigern snorted coldly and raised its massive claw again. Magma surged towards the Knights of the Round Table. Scathach raised her red eyes. The calm red eyes now showed a furious glint.
Vortigern laughed maniacally: "Being angry is right!
Come on, attack me again with that last offensive.
What's wrong with letting you kill me again?" Scathach gripped the red spear, looking up at the falling meteorites. The rage in her chest was almost uncontrollable, but just as she was about to lose control and launch another attack, a deafening voice suddenly rang out.
"I said,"
Boom! The descending meteorite suddenly changed course, striking Vortigern's face with fierce power, sending debris flying. The magma quietly receded, and the raging tsunami from earlier vanished.
"Who are you looking down on?" The white dragon on the
ground raised its head. Its white scales shimmered with dazzling luster. All its lines were smooth and fluid, as if naturally formed. It opened its brilliant golden eyes, which seemed to spark with fire.
"You're not the only white dragon!"
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