Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

Its name is "human reason".

When the end of the world approaches, the heroes who have made great achievements in human history will gather again to reproduce the glory of mankind on this final stage.

The Snowflake Shield in Mashu's hand—a Noble Phantasm based on the Knight King's Round Table—is the key that connects those Heroic Spirits and summons them to her side.

This was actually the responsibility of Galahad in the past and Mashu who was temporarily summoned to Camelot.

The Knight who sits at the Seat of Disaster, the purest knight—he holds no particular position, for he himself is the "clue" to the Knights of the Round Table.

His responsibility is to connect those arrogant members of the Round Table and let them know that they are never fighting alone.

"Hey, purple-haired little sister, long time no see!"

Amidst the gleaming light, the wild knight arrived first.

She greeted this so-called "acquaintance" enthusiastically, and then looked at the enemy in the sky with a very confident look - but in the next moment, as if she felt something, her face changed drastically, and she looked confused and panicked, as if "Did I take the wrong road?"

"That's... the Queen Mother?"

Mordred rubbed her eyes, unable to believe the horrible scene before her eyes.

"You really are good at finding things for us to do, Mother."

Gawain also came.

He held the holy sword of the sun in his hand, hoping to use the sunlight to dispel the darkness - but the darkness could even swallow up the sunlight.

This horrifying fact made him involuntarily recall the scene when he fought with Vortigern... The black torrent that gushed out of the humble king's mouth also possessed the terrifying power to swallow up all the light.

"But we have the Master here, so it should be okay, right?"

Gareth discovered Ritsuka Fujimaru.

The orange-haired girl gave her a thumbs up and patted her chest hard, indicating that she was "totally fine."

It’s just slaying a dragon. It’s not like I haven’t slain one before.

She had even seen terrifying "beasts" and had even fought several of them.

——The savior, who had never experienced the power of the Emperor, thought somewhat arrogantly.

...in the darkness.

Feeling the familiar auras below, the emperor's heart, which should have been completely covered by anger, actually showed some ripples.

——A wave called "Interesting".

"Innocent."

Looking at those enemies who thought they had a sure victory because they had more people, the emperor seemed to shake his head.

Do you want more than people?

The emperor spread his wings, allowing the darkness to spread farther and deeper.

At the same time, hidden in this darkness is a kind of power that is completely different from the previous solemnity, as if it is full of vitality.

"Full of life?"

Feeling this power and the gradually active blood in his body, Yuan Zhisheng, who had realized something, instantly ordered all the hybrids to take refuge in the shelter.

——But it was too late.

"In the name of the Emperor."

"Come and meet me!"

Chapter 284 The Emperor's Army

"See you then."

The emperor's voice sounded like an order.

All the dragons who heard this sound responded to it.

The darkness receded like a tide for a moment, only to sweep back in an even more violent manner the next second—but this time, what surged in the darkness was not death, but some kind of distorted "rebirth."

In the ruins under Tokyo Tower, countless tiny black shadows began to wriggle.

The asphalt road cracked, and pale arms broke out of the ground; among the twisted steel bars, deformed monsters covered with scales crawled out; and under the frozen ice, dark golden pupils lit up one after another like stars.

"Deadpool?!" Yuan Zhisheng's voice almost choked in his throat.

No, not just Deadpool.

Some of the creatures born from the darkness resemble giant lizards, some look like rotten birds, and many are twisted beings that cannot be described in words - but they all have the blood of dragons flowing through their bodies, and even have some characteristics of ancient species that have long been extinct.

The emperor is creating an army.

Using darkness as a furnace and ice and snow as a medium, he crushed and reorganized the ruins of the city, the dead lives, and even the dragon blood factors floating in the air, creating a monster army born only for destruction.

"You're kidding..." Mordred kicked the flying skeleton dragon away and split the three snake-like deadpools that attacked at the same time with his holy sword. "This is even more disgusting than the demon beast."

Gawain's Sun Sword ignited with a blazing white flame, and wherever it passed, the black snow evaporated, and the monsters wailed and turned into ashes. But every time they killed one, more black shadows emerged from the depths of darkness.

"They are not living creatures," Mashu said, smashing a charging bone dragon with her shield. "They are the embodiment of concepts... As long as the Black Emperor's domain exists, they will be reborn endlessly!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru gritted his teeth and looked at the sky.

The Emperor's figure still hung high in the darkness, seemingly indifferent to the carnage beneath him. His wings slowly folded, like a closing flower bud—and when they spread again, the waters of Tokyo Bay suddenly boiled, and a pale skeleton as tall as a mountain broke through the water!

Those were the remains of a dragon.

Its cervical vertebrae were as massive as train carriages, and in its hollow eye sockets flickered a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp. When it raised its head and let out a nonexistent roar, the hearts of all the hybrids felt a sharp pain as if pierced by an icicle—a repression deep within its blood, the instinctive fear of lesser dragons facing the Supreme.

"Is that... the White King?!" Yuan Zhisheng knelt on one knee, and only after the Spider Cutter stabbed into the ground could he barely stabilize his body.

That can't be the White King.

Because everyone saw that the remains of the White King were collected by the Dragon God from another world - and it didn't look like this.

But at the same time, Yuan Zhisheng could clearly make a judgment that this was the real White King.

The suppression that came from the bloodline could not be wrong—and the rebellious spirit that boiled up along with the bloodline could not be wrong either.

So, who is that guy...

"Fake."

This is the only answer.

The Black Emperor created the White King, so He can create a counterfeit.

Although this fake does not have the life and soul of the White King and is simply a puppet that can move on its own - its physical attack power even exceeds that of the real thing.

After all, this fake counterfeit doesn't feel pain and won't retreat.

"boom--"

The skeleton dragon's tailbone swept across the Rainbow Bridge.

The steel bridge shattered like a biscuit, hundreds of tons of debris slamming into the harbor, triggering a tsunami that instantly engulfed the coastal buildings. Mashu's shield deployed in time, but the shockwave from the explosion still caused Tokyo Tower to tilt violently.

"Everyone, deal with the miscellaneous soldiers first."

As a battle-hardened savior, Fujimaru Ritsuka made his judgment almost immediately.

Compared to the emperor in the sky, who was still watching with eager eyes but hadn't taken any action, the most troublesome thing was the so-called "miscellaneous soldiers"—they were rapidly spreading in all directions. If they were not stopped, they would probably cause a horrific catastrophe in this country, or even the entire world, in a very short time.

But, can it be done?

Faced with so many dragon species, even Gawain's Holy Sword of the Sun was unable to destroy them all - they were born from the darkness, not only fighting to the death, but their numbers were almost increasing.

Just like the darkness in the sky, no matter how hard you struggle, no light can penetrate it.

"Let me do it."

Standing on the collapsed Tokyo Tower, Gen Chisei took a deep breath.

The next moment, a powerful sense of oppression was released from him - that was his Word Spirit [Royal Power].

This was the king's imposing might, an attack that transformed his own spiritual power into physical form. It could completely crush the bones of enemies within its domain, even pressing their bodies into the ground—before the king, mortals should kneel.

But it doesn't work.

Of course it is invalid.

Yuan Zhisheng's words only blocked the dragon species for a few seconds before they were completely torn apart by an even more angry roar - they were the emperor's soldiers, how could they possibly kneel down to worship the fake king?

“Brother, be careful!”

Eri let out a cry of surprise.

Those "miscellaneous soldiers" who had escaped their comfort zone almost immediately set their sights on Yuan Zhisheng—without the emperor's reminder, they had already made the most correct judgment. They wanted to cut off the head of this false king and present it to the emperor as a gift.

——But in the next moment, their bodies suddenly froze again.

Or perhaps it was not just their bodies that were frozen - even the darkness in the sky seemed to be frozen for a moment.

"—!"

The clear dragon chanting suddenly pierced the silence.

Eri's skirt fluttered without a breeze, and the imperial coin in her hand ignited into a crimson ribbon, weaving a vast alchemical matrix in the void. When the collapsing darkness touched this barrier, it trembled violently, as if encountering a natural enemy!

【Judgement of Words and Spirits】

The Word Spirit with serial number 111 is also the most powerful Word Spirit besides the "World-Destroying Word Spirit" possessed by the four great monarchs.

In fact, if we only talk about attack power, its power is even greater than the so-called "World-Destroying Spirit".

"Wow--"

There's obviously no knife.

But the effect was like countless sharp blades slashing through the enemy's body.

Blood mixed with minced meat flew everywhere, and in just three seconds, the city, which had already become a ruin, was transformed into a terrible and terrifying blood prison.

"Enemy, clear out."

A very effective trick.

But facing the empty battlefield, Eiry, who had obviously achieved great results, couldn't smile at all.

because--

"Did you manage it?"

"What about the next wave?"

Chapter 285: Mordred: Rebellion in the absence of my father

The emperor's soldiers are endless.

"See you then."

The emperor's voice rang out again, and darkness surged like a tide.

Atop the ruins of Tokyo Tower, Gen Chisei gripped his Spider-Sword, the blade gleaming in a dim light. Beside him, Eri breathed softly, the lingering power of Judgment still trembling in the air. Mordred grinned, his Radiant King sword swirling with crimson lightning. Gawain raised his holy sword, its blazing white light dispelling a small patch of darkness. Mashu stood with her shield, and behind her stood Fujimaru Ritsuka, her gaze fixed solemnly upon the sky.

"Tsk, this never ends." Mordred crushed a skeletal Deadpool that crawled out of the shadows. Red lightning exploded, sending all the surrounding monsters flying. But the next second, more shadows emerged from the darkness, twisted and deformed, yet filled with pure killing intent.

Gawain's Sun Sword swept across, and the flames swept like waves, burning the monsters in droves. However, in the depths of darkness, more monsters were regrouping.

"They are not living things, but the embodiment of concepts." Mashu gritted her teeth and said, "As long as the Black Emperor's domain remains, they will not truly disappear."

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and clenched his Spider Cutter. He knew they couldn't completely eliminate these monsters, but they had to buy time—they had to find the key to breaking the deadlock.

Everyone knows the key to breaking the deadlock.

Minamoto no Chisei and Fujimaru Ritsuka, half-bloods and knights... these men fighting on the front lines instinctively raised their heads, gazing up at the massive black dragon tumbling in the darkness above. They knew who was behind this, and they knew that defeating it would solve all their problems—but the problem now was that they simply didn't have the power to defeat it.

It can even be said that they don't even have the strength to touch each other.

At this moment, they were like wild beasts caught in a trap. Japan, which was supposed to be their home turf, had become the emperor's incubator and training ground—they could neither win nor escape. They could only fend off wave after wave of attacks in vain.

And this is not the scariest thing.

What’s even more terrifying is that in the sky, the terrifying skeleton dragon with the power of the White King is rushing towards the ground at full speed - given its size, if it is allowed to fall to the ground, the entire Tokyo Bay will probably collapse under the impact!