Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

There is nothing to hesitate about.

If there's anything more I can do for Camelot, I won't hesitate.

that moment.

Rhongomyniad, shining with the light of the end, resonated strongly with Artoria.

A golden halo blooms in the sky.

Visibly, magic was sizzling up from the earth.

That was a transcendent law that should not have existed in this era, but was awakened by the light of the Rhongomyniad spear.

All crops will grow at an alarming rate under such "irrigation".

The same applies to "trees".

This is not "planting," but an infusion of magic.

That's right.

Just as Morgan cut down the tree of fantasy and then planted it again, what Artoria accomplished was the process of "making it bloom".

"Roar—"

The dragon sensed all of this and roared in response.

Morgan knew what he was doing.

As Tiamat's son and her absolute "inheritor," Ian can also create something similar to the "Sea of ​​Life."

This is not the first time he has demonstrated this ability.

It was used once back when Bavanshi was around.

However, this time they are clearly going to go all out.

"Do you want to help too?"

"Have you already made this place your home?"

Morgan listened to the dragon's words and then joined in assisting with the "blooming" process.

Her magic was almost completely exhausted the moment she replanted the "tree".

But even so——

Morgan still wanted to witness all of this.

Gulu.

Gulu.

A sound like a heartbeat.

The tree is absorbing the magic that attracts attention.

At this moment, the jewel-like tip was completely liberated and blossomed into a beautiful flower.

Something gushed out.

That is--

The "seed" of a "flower"?

No.

It just looks like a seed.

There was actually no physical entity—Morgan made this judgment almost instantly.

But she could sense that it contained a great deal of magic.

As the seeds hit the ground, screams of agony filled the air.

"Sister, this—"

"..."

Morgan didn't dare to respond to Artoria's words.

After all, those people kneeling on the ground, howling in pain, had already painted a picture of hell.

Failed?

Morgan's pupils dilated considerably.

She never imagined it would turn out like this.

however--

"Roar—"

Ian's roar shattered this hellish scene once again.

The next moment, Morgan and Artoria were completely stunned.

Humans are "evolving".

More and more dragon roars echoed in the sky!

182. Fly to the sky, Britons!

This marks the arrival of a new era.

As the "tree" re-emerged from the ground, the residents of Camelot experienced unexpected changes.

"Sister, this..."

"This is exactly what we wanted!"

Morgan looked at everything before him with an excited expression.

"Artoria, we did it!"

"But--"

Artoria frowned slightly.

"They look like they're in a lot of pain, but even so, it doesn't matter?"

"No, Artoria, this is not pain."

Morgan covered his proud chest and said as calmly as possible.

"This is simply a manifestation of not accepting one's own power."

"..."

Although she felt there was something wrong with what her sister Morgan said, Artoria didn't say anything more.

Morgan didn't care about that.

She stroked the black dragon beneath her and whispered:

“Come on, Ian.”

"My proudest dragon—"

"Let them know that this force is not scary at all."

After saying this, Morgan lowered his head and kissed the black dragon on the back.

"Roar—"

Clearly, this behavior provoked Ian, or rather... it just happened to align with what the dragon was thinking at that moment.

flutter--

flutter--

The enormous wings flapped, creating a fierce wind.

Like a leader, the black dragon soared into the sky above Camelot, casting a huge shadow on the ground.

"Roaraaaaaaahh ...

Another roar erupted.

Ian seemed to have infused his roar with a special language.

Soon, as the black dragon ascended, those who had been howling in pain gradually stopped struggling.

"What's going on here?"

Meryuchina, who was underground, had no idea what was happening.

From her perspective, it was as if a gigantic thing burst forth from the ground, growing towards the sky, and then spewing out a mass of things that enveloped the original Camelot people.

Again—

That's how it roars now.

but……

I think I understand what's going on now.

I want to fly to the sky, I really want to fly to the sky.

It's a call!

Ian was calling out to all his fellow dragons!

Without any hesitation, Melyuchina, realizing Ian's intentions, was the first to respond.

Then she spread her incredibly beautiful wings.

"Everyone, let's fly into the sky!"

"We belong to the sky!"

With these encouraging words spoken, Meliuchina was the first to flap her wings.

As she flew towards the sky, she left behind a beautiful path strewn with crystals.

"What is she doing..."

Bagst watched as Melyuchina flew into the sky, somewhat puzzled.

Although he is indeed Ian's child, Bagst only "inherited" Ian's physical strength, but not the "dragon" part.

but--

She quickly understood.

"Sha——"

"Sha——"

"I want to fly into the sky!"

Bagst spoke restlessly, wishing he could conjure up something like wings and soar into the sky right now.

This was an unprecedented "collective ascension".

The dragon's roar is a guiding word.

And Meiliuqina's flying is the most simple and unpretentious form of teaching.

Soon, as the beautiful dragon left its mark, the first follower appeared.

"Fly into the sky."

"I want to fly into the sky!"

Shouting so loudly, the person, who had completely transformed into a dragon, began to grow wings.

It was somewhat similar to Ian's, but not exactly the same, with some white dragon-like wings.

Although it is not perfect or powerful, it is the best thing available at this moment when flight is needed!

Bang!

The first dragon to follow Meiliuqina into the sky appeared.

The trajectory may not be beautiful, but it is breathtaking.