"Vortigern. I forgot to mention, my wife Morgan, she is also one of my military forces, a wife I am proud of, and a woman who will accompany me to witness the future.
By the way, she also holds the title of island master. I'm sure you understand how she will deal with you, right?"
A meaningful smile appeared on Moran's face.
He was completely unconcerned about Vortigern's anger.
This joyful expression seemed to say: "Are you still in the mood to watch me? Shouldn't you be focusing on that thing that could take your life?"
It was quite amusing.
As the embodiment of the island, Vortigern chose to fall into madness, while Morgan, as the island master, chose hope.
Both had the same origin but took entirely different paths.
"—You bastard!?"
[The moment Vortigern caught that scent,]
[It could never fail to recognize it.]
[The strong sense of déjà vu foretold death— the mad dragon was pierced through the heart by the knight king with the holy spear's brilliance.]
[The scene of this moment surfaced in its mind.]
[The twelve magical formulas displayed on the wall, each containing a strong holy spear aura.]
"No, that's not Rhongomyniad! The spear shining at the border, Britain has only one… Wait… Could it be… Woman! Did you create magecraft of the same specifications as the holy spear!?"
[Vortigern's expression changed drastically.]
[The spreading darkness, like its mood, stirred up chaotic waves, completely disordered.]
[It showed a look of astonishment at the scene before it.]
[The mad eyes were filled with shock.]
[Countless darkness and curses were dispelled by the brilliance, and the light of the holy spear also merged into the indestructible army.]
[Thousands of black waves crashed against the castle wall.]
[Like a roar that would never let you succeed, they tried to devour the entire wall, along with Morgan above.]
[The castle wall released an ether that had been stored for an unknown duration.]
[The results of your and Morgan's joint efforts over many days were reflected here, with the magic circuit engraved on the wall surging with magical power.]
[No matter how mad the darkness was,]
[In the face of such pure and flawless brilliance, they could only swallow their unwillingness and be evaporated into smoke.]
[Seeing this scene, you felt quite pleased.]
[This was the crystallization of the wisdom gathered between you and Morgan, a grand gift specially prepared for Vortigern.]
"…Although I'm not good at delicate work, her talent in magecraft is not inferior to my divine genius."
Merlin looked at the holy light in the sea of flowers.
Unconsciously, she offered praise for the exceptionally wise queen.
[Transforming the principle Idea Blood into a castle wall as a magical artifact, this kind of imaginative concept has already surpassed the realm of genius; even deities would be shocked by such an idea.]
[The demon army was attracted by this brilliance.]
[This signified the dawn of victory they would seize; for the dark kingdom, it was a poisonous existence.]
[More importantly, for a spell of such a massive scale, the connections of its magic circuits and the flow of magical power show no signs of stagnation.]
[Isn't this the great achievement of a divine talent?]
[Then what exactly does it take to be considered one?]
"It's not just my achievement; it's also thanks to the support of my husband. It was worth the dozens of days and nights I spent building it.
Let the wrath of the island settle here—what I pursue is a future where I can walk hand in hand with my husband!
Vortigern, we are the true mystery."
[Morgan sits on the throne atop the castle wall.]
[Through this throne, she connects to all the circuits of the spells, almost turning the entire castle wall into her own body.]
[It can be said that she has achieved a unity of mind and body with her husband.]
[This is a fatal blow to Vortigern.]
[It believes that there are few things on the island of Britain that can threaten it, yet the Holy Lance is precisely in Morgan's hands.]
[Otherwise, Morgan wouldn't be able to study day and night.]
[Every spell on the castle wall is a replica of the Holy Lance, and its power won't be much weaker than the original.]
"Spirit vein blockage type weapon, Lugh's spear, loading.
Round Table Holy Lance, twelve bases in parallel, anchor! For the great ritual of disaster, court is now in session! Spear of the realm, transform into the rain that breaks the mad dragon!"
[Morgan's chant resonates throughout the battlefield.]
[Twelve Holy Lances made of magical power float in the air.]
[They all lock onto Vortigern.]
[The demon army knows that this is the brilliance brought by the princess, and they charge fearlessly into the darkness attacking the castle wall.]
[This is far more terrifying madness than Vortigern.]
[For the fervent loyalty to the supreme military might.]
[Vortigern's eyes widen as it transforms into a dragon, its abyss-like mouth immediately unleashing a breath.]
[It tries to stop the impending assault from the chalky castle wall.]
[However, it is simply too slow—]
[The twelve Holy Lance spells connect in the air, and magical power roars out like a flood.]
[Suddenly, darkness and the castle wall are about to collide.]
[The clash of darkness and light that explodes in this space reveals a flickering abyss.]
[With a single shot of the Holy Lance, all are fired.]
[The scattered darkness is swept up by the storm, like stars swirling in a tempest, heralding the dawn's arrival.]
[Shattering dragon scales, piercing through the darkness.]
[The sound of shattering fragments mixes with the explosion, dancing wildly in the ruptured atmosphere.]
[The dragon's whirlwind lifts the sea.]
[The rising speed and height break the shackles of gravity; at this point, the explosion is far from over.]
"Ahhh—ahhhhhh—!!"
[Vortigern lets out an angry roar.]
[In its field of vision, the entire sky is filled with dark auroras.]
[Agonizing pain spreads throughout its body.]
[Once, it was also killed by the Holy Lance in a moment of struggle, watching you and King Arthur exert all their strength.]
[Now, you stand there at ease.]
[How can it swallow this breath?]
"Vortigern, although the more sacred the light, the more it breeds darkness. However, you must first understand one thing: in the face of light, darkness is always powerless."
Moran bathes in the light cast by the Holy Lance.
With a majestic gaze, he watches the mad dragon.
"Now, light and dark merge here.
I will bring hope to Britain; you should understand that this is the point. Losing to me is not shameful."
"Guh—!"
[Even if Vortigern wants to deny it, it is meaningless.]
[From the beginning, it has been lacking in reason; the only thing supporting its fight until now is that pride.]
[It has faced defeat on a rational level.]
[Looking at the dazzling brilliance of the Holy Lance, its spirit is shaken by you, the king of light.]