Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

However, Melyuchina didn't have much time to think.

Because there was another figure standing under the tree.

He stood beneath the towering trees, his figure appearing aged yet full of energy.

"Are you finally here?"

"I thought that kind of aura would frighten you."

"But now it seems—"

"It seems that's not the case at all."

"never mind."

"That's good. If we wipe you all out in one go, then we won't have any worries about the future, right?"

"So--"

"Welcome to my dragon kingdom."

"Come out, the strongest evolved Saxons, and let them see your true form!"

The voice just fell.

Countless giant dragons appeared above the tree shadows.

And they—

There are three songs!

138. The Twisted Soul Dragon-Making Project

Vortigern seemed to possess the power to command.

Behind him appeared a three-headed white dragon.

but--

Although it is called a dragon, even an ordinary person can sense its twisted nature.

If Ian is a true dragon, then these things before us can only be called "fakes".

But even so.

When these three-headed white dragons flapped their wings, creating gusts of wind, it was already a terrifying attack for an ordinary knight.

"What a strong wind."

Bagst covered his face with his hand.

Even with her strong physique, she could hardly withstand this onslaught.

"Tremble, surrender."

"This is how Britain should evolve."

"Artoria, you're too slow."

"I can't stand how slow it is anymore!"

Voodoo raised his hands high.

At this moment, he appeared somewhat mad and unrestrained.

"Even our natural enemies, the Saxons, have become like this, yet your men are still like this. Don't you feel ashamed?!"

As Vortigern's voice grew louder, the three-headed white dragons seemed to be summoned and began to launch a fierce attack.

White light converged in their sharp teeth and fangs, forming a dazzling white sphere.

"Be careful--!"

Melyuchina reacted quickly enough, but she still couldn't save the knights.

The ball of light rushed toward the place where the knights had gathered at an extremely fast speed.

When the white light flashed, only charred marks remained on the ground.

That was an absolute crushing power, so much so that there wasn't even time to react.

"Votigeng!"

Seeing the knights who were wiped out almost instantly, Artoria became unusually agitated.

In an instant, a long spear radiating powerful magic appeared in her hand.

"Ian!"

The black dragon circled without the slightest hesitation.

With a single stride, she was directly mounted on his back.

"Avenge the knights!"

Artoria gave the order directly.

"Roar——!"

The dragon's roar echoed across the sky.

Its fully extended wings resembled dark clouds that blotted out the sky, creating a huge shadow.

Boom.

Crimson flames began to burn the white dragon and the earth.

Melyuchina and Bagst exchanged a glance and nodded.

"We can't just stand by and watch like we did last time."

"Yes."

The petite swordsman and the enormous black dog formed an incredibly peculiar combination.

"Ugh!"

The black dragon attacked its enemies in the most savage way.

Its strong, powerful hands grasped two of the three heads of the white dragon, one on each side, while the remaining head was used as a weapon with its sharpest teeth.

Muscles tore apart, and dragon blood splattered everywhere.

The white dragon's screams soon echoed across the sky.

This appears to be a harbinger of victory.

however--

But in fact, it's not.

Morgan, who had not yet made a move, quickly realized that something was wrong.

Each white dragon has three different heads.

But at this moment, the only sound coming from the head that Ian was biting was the one that made a sound.

The other two, though firmly under Ian's control, were...

It didn't react in the same way as the head in the middle at all!

A bad thought echoed in Morgan's mind.

"Votigeng!"

"How exactly did you 'create' them?!"

"As expected of a magician who can see the earth's veins."

Hearing Morgan's angry words, Vortigern did not try to hide his anger.

He quickly spoke:

Everything in this world is a matter of equivalent exchange.

"There is no such thing as gaining something without any cost."

Vortigern clenched his fist.

Blue flames ignited in his palm, emanating traces of magic.

"For ordinary people to become dragons, they naturally need to pay a higher price."

"And I was just giving those like-minded people a few small opportunities."

"them?"

Morgan's eyes widened slightly.

She now understood why she reacted differently to each of the three white dragon heads.

"Vortigern, could this be a white dragon created by several Saxons coming together?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, Morgan."

Vottigeng burst into laughter.

"Yes."

"Since it takes such a high price for someone to become a dragon, wouldn't it be better to find a way to get enough people to share the risk?"

Two is too few, four is too many.

"Three, just right, mixed together in an alchemical way."

“Oh, no need to blame me.” Vortigern looked at the three-headed white dragons still fighting Ian in front of him. “If you have to blame someone, blame the guy you summoned for being too strong.”

"If we don't do this, there's absolutely no chance of matching them."

"Besides -"

As soon as Vortigern clenched his fist, the three-headed white dragons that had appeared beside the "tree" spoke one after another.

These seem to be two completely unrelated things.

However, in Morgan's eyes, it was a completely different matter.

"shackles".

Vortigern, like a slave to humanity, imposed an invisible shackle on each of the three-headed white dragons.

Moreover, because the concentration of magic is so high, it cannot be identified in a normal way.

Without someone with Morgan's level of magic, it's unlikely this would ever have been discovered.

"Besides -"

"This is not a Briton in the true sense of the word."

"What's wrong with me using these bastards who want to destroy this land?"

“These guys are really saying they want to take over all of Britain. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

"..."

“But you are blaspheming the dragon, blaspheming life.”

Morgan said calmly.

"You're not protecting Britain at all; you're just trying to prove yourself."

"It's fine no matter how you say it."

Vottigan smiled slightly.

His hand gently stroked the thick, almost suffocating "tree trunk" behind him.

“I already possess enough power.”

"Everything I say is absolutely correct."

"If you want to persuade them, you should at least make all these Saxons fall down."

"..."

Do you really think he can't do it?