[The incarnation of Britain that opposes you]
[Is the embodiment of Britain's madness and darkness, omnipresent in this land]
[Where there is light, there is darkness]
[As long as there is something to block the light, the shadow it casts is Vortigern's territory]
[As it soars through the sky]
[It presents a moving dark kingdom, where the boundary between light and dark is broken in Britain]
[Now, leading the demonic army]
[The incarnation of darkness is surrounded by you, and it lets out a deafening roar with its final divine power]
[Its existence and history are Britain itself]
[To oppose it is to oppose Britain]
[Vortigern's breath, gaze, and words all contain a mysterious power that defies common sense, and even in the singularity of the Principle Idea Blood, the pressure released by the density of darkness remains undiminished]
[Humans fear darkness]
[It is the instinct of diurnal animals, who call the places where light does not reach the other world]
[This has been true since ancient times]
[The Saxons have never witnessed its true form, not even during Vortigern's battle with King Uther—]
[They never saw Vortigern's true face]
[Now, it has devoted all its power to oppose you, which can be considered the greatest courtesy as an enemy]
[For ordinary humans]
[They would likely be on the verge of mental collapse, with many committing suicide, going mad, or being swept up in the waves of madness, unable to move due to fear in the darkness]
[But you are the exception]
[In the eyes of the countless demonic soldiers, you are the star in the darkness, providing them with warmth like a blazing fire]
[You will not lose! You will never lose!]
[This light will never be extinguished, as long as it exists, they will continue to fight]
[Just as you constantly rush into the cycle of hell]
[The dazzling form forged through countless pains has now become the unified faith of the warriors]
[They worship the king who crossed this purgatory]
[And will fanatically follow his every step]
[Thousands of demonic beasts and soldiers converge into a river that engulfs the sea. Not only are they riding sea beasts and birds, but others are also stepping on their comrades' bodies to keep attacking]
[They firmly believe that their king is the final mystery]
[This king is the future of Britain]
[The army exhibits a nearly nightmarish will of madness, advancing towards the dark divine realm]
[In war, one truth remains unchanged]
[The vanguard is always the most elite force]
"Appear from the withered bones.
Breath of fire, wings of iron. In the twilight sky, like a newborn's cry…! The pure pulse unknown to all!"
Melusine radiated a blue light.
Intricate wings made of steel formed on her back, her fair skin seemed stained with black soil, and her smooth, delicate feet transformed into majestic black dragon claws.
She held two giant swords resembling clock hands, and her slender dragon tail drew a graceful arc in the air.
This was her unique dragon form.
Boom——!!
[The scorching breath of chalk directly hit the darkness]
[Melusine, who prided herself on being the fastest, would not be a step behind, nor would she let anyone else take the vanguard]
[Charging into battle for her brother was her duty]
[No one dared to be careless. Even Melusine went all out in this first attack, her initial assault continuously surpassing the speed of sound, increasing to more than ten times her takeoff speed]
[With the pride of surpassing even light]
[She wanted to pierce through this darkness]
[A dragon that could transcend boundaries, she transformed into a meteor piercing through the darkness, but—]
"Speed is fast, but what's the point?
Dragon of Albion, I admit my speed is inferior to yours, but I never intended to compete with you in speed."
[As Vortigern spoke]
[Melusine continued to attack, each time inflicting wounds, but the opponent was on the scale of the island of Britain itself]
[Unless it could cause damage to the island of Britain, it was almost impossible to threaten it]
[Although the darkness was torn apart each time]
[It could always recover]
[Melusine wished to offer everything to you, becoming the light that would lead you, the king, to vanquish the obstacles]
[This was the desire of the girl who once stood alone]
[Illuminating the battlefield in the darkness, she fearlessly released a dazzling aurora towards Vortigern]
[As if declaring that no one would insult this miracle]
[To fulfill the meaning of her existence here]
[For the brother she loved to achieve his wish]
[She wanted to become the aurora that would tear through the darkness—guiding the heroes of the battlefield to victory]
[Not just to shatter the darkness]
[But to eradicate it]
[Melusine released an almost explosive boundary aurora, successfully shattering Vortigern's dark territory]
"No matter how fast, it's just an annoying bee."
"What—!?"
Melusine's eyes widened immediately.
She realized the darkness had indeed been shattered.
The boundary aurora was beautiful and dazzling.
But at the same time, light and darkness are two sides of the same coin. The more sacred the light, the deeper the shadow takes root.
As if to repay Melusine in kind.
From below the army, the engulfing aurora was corrupted, and Vortigern erupted with an equally massive dark turbid flow.
Instantly, it burned through the army's flank.
"Guh—"
Melusine immediately gritted her teeth and retreated.
Just in time to avoid the dark turbid flow's assault.
[The demonic army's attacks continued to rain down, countless beams turned into arrows piercing through the atmosphere, fireballs capable of instantly melting steel, and the world's most deadly poison causing unbearable pain to the living]
[The demonic dragon remained transcendent amidst these attacks]
"The original sin of you humans is to exist independently while coexisting with nature, enjoying the blessings of the stars while plundering resources, using the means of destroying the planet to obtain an indestructible future and becoming the most superior race on the planet.
Realize your own ugliness, and then die! If you can't even defeat this darkness, how can you save Britain?!"
Vortigern's darkness seemed to turn into fangs.
It was as if it was delivering judgment to humans, gnashing its teeth as it attacked the surrounding demonic army.