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บท 233: C233

"Roar, roar, roar!!!"

The sky reverberated with the deafening roar of a massive white dragon, measuring over thirty meters in length. Its body hovering in the air, as the holy lance Rhongomyniad transformed into a horn on its head, radiating a brilliant white light that illuminated the surrounding clouds.

On the ground, the beasts joined in the chorus of roars, unleashing their final counterattack of the Age of Gods.

Using all his strength, Shirou dispelled the black mud dome that had blanketed the sky, while also warding off the boulders tumbling down from the mountain.

Earlier, the shattered barrier had dealt a devastating blow, killing countless people. he didn't have time to mourn, and immediately used the mud to prevent more people from being crushed by the rocks.

As he painstakingly cleared the rocks one by one, his heart weighed heavy with the sight of the ruined wall, the beasts swarming the mountains, and the white dragon hovering above.

This was the enemy's last counterattack!

Shirou turned to look at the soldiers behind him, their bodies riddled with wounds or completely obliterated without a trace. A wave of sorrow and anger washed over him, but it soon crystallized into a numbing, silent grief.

Unsheathing his sword, Shirou roared, "The final battle is upon us! There's no room for weakness or mourning, for Cornwall stands behind us! Follow me and let's defeat our enemies! Charge!"

"Charge!"

With that, the heroes of the Age of Gods sprang to their feet.

Despite shattered bones and rivers of blood, the heroes rose to their feet. Covered in scars, some even missing limbs, they gripped their weapons, tears mingling with blood. Driven by a volatile blend of sorrow and rage, they battled the beasts.

It wasn't hot-bloodedness that drove them, but a deep sadness. They couldn't forget the memories of their parents, wives waiting for their return, and hungry children - everything that would be destroyed if they failed.

Perhaps their children and future generations could have a peaceful and beautiful home, but the heroes knew it would have to be bought at the price of their own unending sorrow.

Shirou turned to the messenger and gave a swift order. "Hurry to Cornwall and bring all the reserve troops here!"

Tristan hesitated. "My king, if we do that, only ordinary civilians will be left to defend Cornwall."

Shirou's eyes blazed with determination. "If we fall here, Cornwall will be destroyed! We have to do everything in our power to win this battle."

He quickly gave orders to the messenger to return with all speed. He then turned to the other knights, instructing them to use the terrain as a shield to defend the remnants of their army.

Next, he sought out Merlin and urgently contacted Artoria and Scathach, requesting their swift return.

To the white dragon, Caerleon and Camelot had lost their meaning. It had decided to make a desperate gamble: if it could swallow Cornwall, then all of Britain would be defeated. But if Cornwall could withstand the attack, then the white dragon would be defeated!

Artoria and Scathach quickly returned to join the front-line battle, bolstering the heroes' spirits.

Shirou then contacted Gawain, Gaheris, and the others, urgently instructing them, "Attack and conquer Scotland at all costs!"

"But what about your side, my king?" Gawain asked, concerned.

"Don't worry about me. We're racing against time here. Attack quickly, no matter what!"

"As you command, my king!" Gawain and the others replied, determination burning in their eyes.

Shirou urgently contacted the other kings, asking them to set aside their differences and launch a united attack on Scotland.

The kings understood the urgency of the situation and pledged to act quickly.

With time running out, he also reached out to Altrouge, asking her for assistance.

Altrouge questioned his request. "Although we are allies, that wasn't our original agreement. Why should we, as Dead Apostles, help you?"

Shirou's response was swift and pointed. "If I die, you will die too! And most importantly, the fairy you're seeking is in my possession. If I perish, it perishes with me. Think carefully about your mission!"

Though he didn't know which fairy Altrouge sought, Shirou had gleaned enough information to use it as leverage.

Altrouge fell silent for a moment, then gritted her teeth and abruptly ended the communication.

Though they had never planned to assist Shirou, the fact that he had acquired important information made it too risky to ignore. Their mission from the Crimson Moon depended on it.

But Altrouge had her own agenda, which took precedence over their mission. Above all else, she needed to prevent Shirou, who seemed to know everything, from dying.

As the Blood Moon loomed overhead, corpses began to rise from the ground, converging on the battlefield.

Amidst the mountains of corpses, a colossal two-hundred-meter-tall Land Whale emerged.

The King of the Sky circled overhead, its wings casting a shadow over the land.

Meanwhile, the Mechanical Sword Girl moved like a meat grinder, cutting down wave after wave of beasts on the ground.

The White Dragon was quick to notice the looming threat.

"Roar!" It roared and charged towards the largest Land Whale.

"Waaaah!" The Land Whale cried out and stood upright like a mountain, wielding its pure brute force to strike the White Dragon.

"Boom!" The White Dragon let out a mournful cry as its thirty-meter body shattered the mountains like a shooting star.

It was evident that, in terms of raw strength, the two-hundred-meter Land Whale was unmatched on the battlefield.

With each stride, the Land Whale shook the earth, causing mountains to crumble in its wake. Its massive body resembled a collapsing mountain, bearing down on the White Dragon with immense force. However, the dragon was quick to react and took to the sky just in time.

The White Dragon's eyes bore into the Land Whale with a fierce intensity, its pupils narrowing into violent vertical slits. A brilliant white light converged around the holy lance Rhongomyniad, which now protruded from the dragon's forehead like a fearsome horn.

With a deafening roar, a storm of thunder and lightning erupted from the horn, coalescing into a blinding beam of pure energy that streaked towards the Land Whale's massive head.

"Boom!"

The impact was like a thunderbolt, striking with bone-shaking force and unleashing a wave of destruction that reverberated through the surrounding landscape.

The Land Whale's head was blasted apart, and its body collapsed on the ground, disappearing like a spirit.

"Roarrrr!"

The White Dragon raised its head and roared.

Merem furrowed his brows.

The white mouse beside him said, "There's no way around it, that's just the Land Whale's characteristic."

The White Dragon soared majestically overhead as Rhongomyniad unleashed a relentless beam of light. Explosions filled the air, marking the end of lives with each blast.

Without the safety of their walls, Shirou and his forces were sitting ducks for Rhongomyniad's attacks. Their defenses were gone, making them easy targets for the dragon's deadly strikes.

Even their best attempts at large-scale defensive ritual were useless against Vortigern, now fully transformed into the White Dragon. As the quickest and most agile force on the battlefield, the dragon owned the sky and dodged whatever they threw at it.

Although the Holy Lance's power had diminished due to the deprivation of Scottish land, its threat was greater than ever before, thanks to the dragon's high mobility.

As Shirou watched the white dragon roam freely in the sky, he knew their defeat was inevitable unless they could take it down.


บท 234: C234

As Shirou watched the white dragon roam freely in the sky, he knew their defeat was inevitable unless they could take it down.

He approached Arcueid with a question.

"Arcueid, can you make the 'Moon Fall'?"

"I can, but I can't create too large of a moon."

"Enough to suppress the white dragon will suffice," he replied, pointing towards a valley. "Go there and wait for me."

"What are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to lure the dragon over."

"No, Arthur! It's too dangerous!" Morgan protested.

"It's fine," he said, looking up at the white dragon with a sneer. "Trading wisdom for power is a foolish decision. A scum like him couldn't hope to scratch me!" He turned to address his people. "Agravain, Scathach, Merlin, and Arcueid, be ready to move out together."

Although they were somewhat worried about Shirou, they knew better than to question his orders. The situation was urgent, and there was no time for sentimentality.

Shirou manifested his black wings and soared into the sky. He projected dozens of swords that flew towards the white dragon.

"Clang, clang, clang -"

The sword blades bounced harmlessly off the white dragon's scales, failing to cause any damage. Shirou furrowed his brow and clenched his hand tightly.

Broken Phantasm!

A loud boom shook the air as smoke filled the surroundings, but it still did not harm the white dragon in the slightest. However, the attack succeeded in drawing the dragon's attention towards him.

"Come!" He declared loudly. "You face the king of men, the one who shall put an end to your false godhood!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The white dragon roared, its beastly eyes fixed on Shirou. It opened its mouth and spewed a stream of magical breath.

Shirou projected dozens of shields, but as soon as they made contact, they were easily shattered with a continuous "crackling" sound. Fortunately, Shirou was quick enough to escape the attack range by using his wings to fly out of range.

The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad on the white dragon's head emitted a radiant glow, and a pillar of light shot out towards him.

Using his wings as a magical propulsion system, Shirou swiftly dodged to the side. The pillar of light whipped through the air, sweeping away everything in its path.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

As the pillar of light passed by, griffins and wyverns alike were reduced to dust, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

"Scum is always scum!" Shirou laughed loudly. "Giving up wisdom for power has made you nothing but a fool!"

The white dragon roared in response and charged towards him.

He led the white dragon towards a predetermined location and shouted, "Merlin!"

From his hiding spot nearby, Merlin raised his staff and, with a loud "clang," cast a strange spell that briefly restrained the dragon that was following Shirou.

The next moment -

"Moon Fall!"

A small meteorite, about two hundred meters in diameter, hurtled towards the white dragon with incredible speed, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. The ground shook and trembled as it approached, and the air was filled with the sound of its descent.

"BOOM!"

The impact was deafening, as the meteorite crashed down onto the white dragon with incredible force. The dragon let out a deafening howl as it was directly smashed down between the mountains, its body crumpling under the sheer force of the impact.

The powerful shockwave that followed shook the surrounding trees, causing them to fly backwards like leaves in a hurricane. Even the soldiers in the distance were thrown back by the force of the impact, crashing into the trees and spitting out blood as they struggled to regain their footing.

At this moment, Shirou had no luxury to care about them.

Arcueid's face turned pale. Her body hadn't fully recovered, and without the support of Gaia, using Moon Fall was already beyond her physical limits. It was a feat that even the strongest would find difficult.

Despite this, she did not refuse. Her strike was truly magnificent.

The once-green field was now barren, revealing only exposed soil. A huge crater was left behind as evidence of the sheer power of the Moon Fall.

They threw the white dragon into the crater without any concern for fairness, and then Shirou projected countless Noble Phantasms and bombarded the dragon relentlessly.

Meanwhile, Artoria held up her Caliburn, her magical energy surging as she fired a beam of light resembling a cannon.

Merlin chanted spells rapidly, and his incantations formed a barrier of light that shot beams resembling lasers at the dragon.

Scathach drew the Primordial Rune, which absorbed True Ether, and unleashed a powerful barrage of attacks.

Merem's Sky King also joined in, attacking the dragon with all its might.

With the exception of Arcueid, who was still weakened from earlier, everyone present was using their strongest skills to take down the dragon.

They weren't fighting against mere humans, but a god. Morality had no place in such a battle.

This was war, and in war, those who speak of morality are doomed to fail.

Shirou fell to the ground, panting heavily and drenched in cold sweat, having expended all his magical energy.

In this moment, he missed the vast magical energy he possessed during the Fourth Holy Grail War. With that power, he wouldn't need to calculate his usage and could spend it as he pleased. But now, after his explosive attack, he felt significantly weakened.

But even if they couldn't kill the white dragon, at least they should have severely wounded it, right?

However -

Within the crater, white light flickered amidst the storm and thunder. A terrifying beam of light pierced through the smoke, and with a deafening roar of thunder, it blasted towards Shirou.

His eyes widened in surprise. Shirou had unleashed all of his attacks and was feeling his strength wane, exhaustion setting in. Suddenly, Holy Lance Rhongomyniad descended like a shadow, leaving him no time to react.

Just as the light was about to land, a figure dashed in and pushed him aside. The figure wielded the Caliburn, which emitted a powerful beam, but the attack was effortlessly overpowered by the Holy Lance's light cannon.

"Boom!"

The figure was sent flying through the air, landing far away and drenched in blood.

"Artie!" Shirou rushed over to her side.

Blood spilled from her body, and her once vibrant eyes had faded to a lifeless stare. "My king, are you okay?" she managed to ask.

"I'm not," he replied, his voice heavy with concern.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice growing faint. "I fear this is as far as I can go." She closed her eyes, her breathing slowing.

Although the King appeared composed and unemotional, his heart was filled with immense pain. He summoned Merlin, entrusting him with the care of Artoria. "Take her back to Cornwall and ensure she receives the best possible treatment."

Merlin felt a twinge of heartache as he took her away from the battlefield. Turning to the King, he asked, "What plans do you have for this place?"

"Obey my command and hold your tongue," the king responded calmly.

"I understand." Merlin nodded and left with Artoria.

As the King turned his back, the god crawled out of the pit, and their gaze met. Human eyes met divine pupils, and they locked onto each other.

Shirou regained control of the "Evil" and encased his body in it, forming the towering figure of the Evil Giant. With a mighty roar, he charged forward and launched a fierce attack at the White Dragon.

Merlin mounted Dun Stallion and returned to Cornwall with Artoria. He brought her to the palace and attempted to heal her with a spell, but to no avail.

The factor of the Red Dragon began to fade, and its heart grew weaker with each passing moment. Accepting the gods' blow in human form had come at a great cost.

Merlin felt his palm shaking, though he couldn't explain why. His heart was heavy with sorrow, no longer able to detach himself as a mere spectator, but now truly experiencing his own grief.

But why did he, a mere incubus, feel such emotions? It didn't make sense.

Merlin wondered if these were simulated human emotions he was experiencing. He felt confused and uncertain, unable to understand why he, as an incubus, would be feeling this way.

Guinevere set aside the documents and spoke urgently, "What caused her injuries to be so severe?"

Merlin didn't give a direct answer, and instead asked, "Do the fairies possess any spells that could save her?"

"No, they do not," she replied, shaking her head.

A look of despair washed over Merlin's face.

Gritting her teeth, Guinevere declared, "Give her to me."

"What do you plan to do?"

"We must go to Avalon," she replied, "If we use Avalon's power, we can keep her alive."

"Okay," Merlin nodded.

Guinevere made her way to the lake and transformed into the fairy Vivian, temporarily abandoning her human form. She opened the entrance to the Avalon, and Merlin carried Artoria inside.


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