The hustle and bustle on the battlefield didn't seem to affect this place at all. The girl wearing dark heavy armor and holding a holy sword looked at each other from a distance with the pure white dragon.
Unlike the ominous evil dragon Fafnir, the white dragon transformed by Vortigern is full of coercion.
There is no talk of evil and justice, just simply superiority.
Compared with the stories that happened in the distant past, the identities of the two seem to be completely opposite.
The king who should have fallen into darkness is Vortigern.
And she is the king who is willing to fight to protect her people.
However, it now seems that Artoria, who has reversed the world in her alter state, looks more like the one who fell into darkness.
However, their positions remained unchanged.
No matter how it is reversed, King Arthur is always the same King Arthur, even if he abandons his identity as king, even if the holy sword is dyed black————
She will do what she wants but won't change.
Even if the Holy Sword is dyed black, the Sword of Victory is still the Holy Sword of the Lady of the Lake, rather than turning into a magic sword like the other Lake Sword held by Lancelot.
Now, in order to protect humanity, she once again challenged Vortigern.
But what Artoria couldn't understand was why Vortigern chose to help the Dragon Witch.
"If it were you, magic of that level wouldn't be able to interfere with you at all, right?"
There was a slight disdain in Vortigern's eyes.
"Of course such a dirty and ugly spell won't affect me————"
Recalling something, Bailong said with a tone of disgust and disgust:
"But why can't I act according to my own wishes?"
The answer she got was far beyond Artoria's expectation.
"you......"
"Speaking of which, the Dragon Witch looks very similar to you. Her face is exactly the same... No, not only the appearance, but also the same emptiness on the inside as you."
"what does that mean?"
"Don't you understand yet?"
Vortigern, who transformed into a dragon, became impatient. He was not born a dragon, but only became a fantasy species after making an agreement with the entire land of Britain.
Therefore, when he became a dragon, his emotions were often disturbed by a body that did not belong to him.
"The so-called Dragon Witch, like you, was born after being used as a tool and entrusted with the wishes of others."
"What's ridiculous is that she thinks she's seeking revenge... You can see at a glance that her eyes are filled with false hatred. She's just a puppet wearing a costume and acting without self."
"This is not a reason for you to help her, and this is not a reason for you to massacre civilians."
"Indeed...but I'm more curious as to why you care so much about this group of aliens——"
As if he was discussing a felled tree, Vortigern's tone was extremely calm.
"Arthur, no matter how many people kill this kind of thing, it can only be treated as entertainment, right?"
"How many people have you killed?"
"I have never counted that kind of thing from the beginning."
Do people remember how much bread they have eaten?
I'm afraid no one will remember it except the Japanese-eating witch thief.
"But you, Arthur. You are obviously the king of Britain, why are you so concerned about foreign races?"
Artoria decided to revise her previous judgment.
Vortigern was indeed influenced by the Dragon Witch's side, Caster.
Maybe he didn't even notice it himself.
Vortigern's current state should be similar to Lancelot who fell into obsession.
Although Vortigern is the highest-ranking fantasy species and the Servant's own anti-magic skills mean that he will hardly be affected.
But it seems that the Dragon Witch has subtly changed Vortigern's mind.
"Even if they are aliens, they are still human beings with feelings. Isn't it a shame for you to slaughter civilians who are defenseless like this?"
This time it was Vortigern's turn to look with surprise in his eyes.
"I thought you would change a little bit in this appearance, but in the end are you still as innocent as before?"
"It's you, Vortigern."
Her breathing gradually calmed down, and Artoria raised the holy sword in her hand again.
Although Artoria did not have many memories of her uncle, the humble king Vortigern.
————We even saw him, who was already old, only in the final decisive battle.
But Arturia also knew that although Vortigern's reputation was not high, he would never be like this.
"Already rested?"
Black Saber did not respond to Vortigern, but silently pointed the blade at Vortigern.
"Have you become more decisive..."
The dragon narrowed his eyes.
If she had been the king who ruled Britain in the first place.
...
In this way, maybe the ending can be changed...and that group of aliens...
That’s all.
No matter how much you say now, it will have no effect.
Like lightning, the black saber approached the white dragon again.
Having learned the lesson from last time, Artoria chose to stay as close to Vortigern's body as possible this time.
No matter how flexible Vortigern can move, his dragon's huge posture is still too cumbersome compared to her.
The dragon's claw barely swept through the air in front of Artoria, but she had already arrived at Vortigern's feet.
The magic flow visible to the naked eye followed the dragon's claws under Vortigern's attack.
Even after Vortigern withdrew his front paws, he still created a continuously flowing river of magic behind Artoria.
The air around the "river" was also heated by the magic flow under Vortigern's intentional manipulation, forming a high-temperature barrier.
When Vortigern faced an attack from Artoria, he would always deliberately suppress her.
Use various methods to compress the space that Artoria can move.
Although Vortigern seems to have successfully suppressed Artoria so far, he has also revealed some information.
Vortigern, who tried so hard to suppress Arturia, had only one purpose.
That was a situation where Vortigern was trying to avoid the opponent being able to move freely.
Arturia, who had already arrived under the dragon's huge body, quickly climbed onto Vortigern's body.
Like the boy climbing up the beanstalk in the fairy tale, the girl in black armor kept moving up along the white dragon's limbs.
While marching upward, Arturia did not forget to attack Vortigern.
The dark holy sword also struck the dragon's pale scales again and again.
However, every time the reversed Sword of Victory collided with the giant shield-like dragon scales, the blades and the dragon scales would bounce off each other as if they had hit magnets of the same polarity.
"Gu————!"
Arturia gritted her teeth unwillingly.
"It's useless. You should have known it a long time ago. You can't defeat me with that sword, Arthur."
Vortigern spoke up.
Immediately afterwards, a violent flow of magic power erupted from the white dragon's whole body, knocking Artoria away.
This was the first time that Arturia hated the dragon's heart so much.
Usually it was her who used her huge amount of magic power to crush others, but now it was her turn.
Artoria adjusted her posture instantly in the air and landed again.
"Whether it's the light emitted by that sword or another holy sword, I will swallow them all."
Arturia and Gawain challenged Vortigern together during his lifetime.
Although it ended with King Arthur's victory.
But the power erupted from King Arthur's Sword of Sworn Victory and Gawain's Sword of Revolving Victory were all swallowed up by Vortigern, who transformed into a dragon.
In the stormy rainy night, all the light was swallowed up by the dragon.
In the end, Arturia had to use the Holy Spear Lungominiad given to her by Merlin, and finally defeated Vortigern with the power of the Tower of End that penetrated the surface of the world.
However, Artoria, who appeared as Saber Alter, did not possess this Noble Phantasm.
Defeating Vortigern naturally became nonsense.
but----
At this time, Arturia was not exactly the same King Arthur who had once challenged Vortigern.
"Not always."
Black Saber raised the inverted holy sword in her hand, and the deep darkness centered on the sword of victory, turning into thousands of strands and spreading to all sides.
Seeing such a scene, the dragon's pupils narrowed.
"How dare you use this trick on me? How ironic."
Ignoring Vortigern's sarcasm, Arturia continued to concentrate on releasing the Noble Phantasm.
"Since you can swallow light, try swallowing darkness again."
Artoria swung her sword down.
"excalibur——————morgan——————" This chapter has been completed!