Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

“That’s right, it was originally intended for our child, but after thinking it over, I’ve decided to let you use it.”

Yinglin grabbed it; for someone who wasn't good at using weapons, any weapon was acceptable.

Even the magic sword that Morgan casually created.

"Okay, then let me use it for now. When the child grows up, I'll give it to him."

"You are my knight, and if you don't even have a decent weapon, it's rather..."

"It's okay, having you is enough."

Yinglin smiled and then hugged Morgan's delicate body tightly, making the most "wicked" witch in Britain smile with joy in an instant.

"Listen to you."

You did not contact Artoria before setting off.

Because you know that you, who are not yet fully grown up, are no match for the White Dragon.

However, with Morgan around, even if we don't expect to completely defeat it, we can at least remain undefeated.

While Shadowlin and Morgan were standing side by side, Artoria, who had already been hailed as a queen by the knights, suddenly looked up at Camelot.

Something very serious seems to have happened there.

Artoria couldn't help but think of something astonishing: Could it be that Shadow Lin would challenge him ahead of time?

Even after becoming a queen, the girl still couldn't suppress her anxiety and was stopped by her trusted teacher just as she was about to set off.

“There’s no need for him to go; he has Morgan’s help now.”

"elder sister?"

"Yes, she is an excellent magician after all. Vortigern can only defeat her by using despicable tactics."

This was good news, but Artoria couldn't be happy at all.

Doesn't that mean her value has become meaningless?

Even the White Dragon could be defeated.

The throne...

With the addition of the powerful Shadow Blizzard to Britain, Artoria's pressure has lessened considerably, and her personality has become more hesitant and melancholic.

Unless he is all alone, the Knight King will suppress all his emotions and "coldly" fight for the happiness of the Britons.

"Oh dear, don't overthink it. Even Yinglin himself isn't very confident of beating Vottigeng."

"Well, even now, I'm not entirely confident..." Artoria said dejectedly.

"Don't be sad, practice more, and you'll get the weapons you deserve tomorrow."

Meili patted her disciple on the shoulder, and under her skeptical gaze, finally took out that "divine weapon".

"Here you go. With her, you won't need to worry about the Holy Sword anymore."

Looking at the spear sealed by the silver holy bar, Artoria was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch it, and murmured as she grasped it.

"Lengominiad..."

“Yes,” Mary added.

"Remember, do not rely on it too much, or your personality will be ruthlessly sealed. Just keep it with you."

Despite her lack of conscience, Meryl still didn't want her disciple to lose her feelings.

"so serious?"

The thought of being like a robot, unable to taste the cakes made by Yinglin, terrified Artoria.

She will remember Meryl's words and never forget them for the rest of her life!

"Once we have the Holy Sword, everything will be alright."

"Ah."

With the Spear of Rungomminiad, Artoria is now qualified to participate in the battlefield.

Still unable to put her mind at ease, she said to Meryl, "Take me there."

"Tsk tsk, so worried about her little lover, and she's already married~"

Artoria pretended not to hear and urged him on.

"Hurry up, don't waste time."

"Good~"

The sisters reunited after 10 years.

What an interesting story!

With Artoria drawing Morgan's attention, Merry has even more opportunities to cause trouble.

……

Camelot

When Morgan returned to his hometown, a city built by humans and fairies, he reminisced about the happy times of his childhood.

Immediately afterwards, the tenderness in her beautiful blue eyes was gradually replaced by pure killing intent.

"These filthy outsiders have no right to live on this land!"

As a magician, Morgan could kill far more people than Shadowlin could if he went on a killing spree.

Countless icicles, fireballs, and storms ripped apart the bodies of every Saxon, taking away the lives she loathed.

"Strange, doesn't Camelot have a magical barrier protecting it?"

Yinglin observed and explained at the same time.

"The White Dragon is doing other things, seemingly aiming to destroy the entire Britain, and he has an excessive confidence in his own strength, not believing that anyone would dare to attack Britain now."

Camelot suffered countless casualties, and how could Vortigern, as the city's ruler, not sense it? The moment he smelled the blood, he rushed out of the castle, transformed into a giant white dragon, and stood above the entire city, looking down on the insignificant beings who challenged his authority.

Chapter 102 White Dragon: Beat the Chicken Feathers!

"It's you?"

When Bai Long saw that it was Morgan, he was clearly stunned for a moment, not expecting it to be this "delicate" niece.

As for the dead Saxons, he considered them mere expendable resources and paid them no heed, instead roaring in bewilderment.

"So it's you who came to challenge me, and with such a child. Let the Red Dragon do it!"

Faced with his uncle's disdain and sarcasm, and even his mention of Artoria, Morgan's beautiful face, hidden behind a black veil, was filled with gloom.

"It's no use talking more."

Yinglin was the first to break the deadlock, preventing Morgan from being affected by his emotions and losing his fighting ability. In an instant, he grabbed the Sun Wheel Sword and pounced on the white dragon, accurately striking its massive body. The force of the blow sent the incredible white dragon staggering back several steps.

The holy sword, gleaming in the sunlight, seemed to receive the sun's full support, igniting a raging fire. Waves of heat blasted out with each swing of the sword by the young man, all striking the unbelievable Vortigern, causing cracks to appear.

"Pfft! This, how is this possible!"

Vortigern was dumbfounded. Who was this guy? How could he beat him up like this in such a short time?

What's even more incredible is that not only did Ying Lin not engage in a direct confrontation, but he also launched a sneak attack on me, an old comrade.

Yinglin didn't reply, but focused on killing the white dragon and staining Camelot with his blood, which improved Morgan and Artoria's mood.

After all, their father had died at the hands of this "uncle".

Unable to bear it any longer, Vortigern finally stopped hiding and immediately drew upon the magic stored in Camelot, causing his aura to surge dramatically! It surged wildly! It surged powerfully!

Mouth teeth!

Such a terrifying white dragon, who in the world could possibly stop it!

But this had little effect on Yinglin. He simply swung his sword calmly and charged forward bravely against the dragon's breath that annihilated all metal.

With pure physical strength and the martial arts I have cultivated, I will slay the dragon.

Even though it seems difficult to accomplish this task now, Yinglin is determined to try!

The more valiant Yinglin appeared, the more ashamed Morgan felt. After regaining his senses, he gazed affectionately at Yinglin's retreating figure and quickly provided magical support, causing the balance of power on the battlefield to tilt completely in their favor.

Vortigern, who had been confident, had lost his earlier self-assurance and was now carefully protecting himself to prevent his radiant figure from inflicting more wounds as he moved through the battlefield.

By doing this, Vortigern would only be able to activate Dragon's Breath to dispel the various spells falling from the sky.

Unable to find an opportunity, Vortigern took a step back, stood in Camelot, stared at the two, and threatened.

"I admit your strength is indeed formidable; even I am no match for you combined. But are you sure you want to continue playing this game?"

Having spent so much time in Camelot, Vortigern knew the city intimately.

Over the years, he has set up numerous magic tricks in this city, deepening his control over it, so that he can freely wield the magic here.

Without Morgan fully taking over and truly seizing control.

Vortigern can use Camelot's magic whenever he wants!

Similarly, destruction is just as simple.

"I never expected that the arrogant White Dragon would also learn to threaten."

Yinglin stopped attacking and sheathed the Sun Wheel Sword, a move that delighted Vortigern.

Camelot is the city Morgan cares about most, as it can perfectly unleash her power as the ruler of the British Isles. As long as she stands there, ensuring good weather and abundant harvests throughout the land is a piece of cake.

Letting the White Dragon go for now is both for Morgan's sake and for the sake of Britain's future weather, so that it will no longer become unpredictable.

Although Yinglin has a way to know in advance, it doesn't mean he can forcibly change things.

Morgan, however, could do it.

"That ugly white dragon is getting more and more depraved with age," Morgan mocked mercilessly.

"But that makes sense. Someone like you, who attracts foreign tribes, kills his own brothers, and tries to destroy Britain, has long since degenerated into a beast. Where would he find any so-called morality?"

Vortigern was completely unfazed by his niece's mockery and laughed heartily.

"The winner takes all, the loser is condemned. I'm not like you guys who think so much."

Having said that, the white dragon raised its arm and roared, soaring high in the sky, triumphantly returning to Camelot, which was covered in blood.

He didn't even have the heart to collect the bodies of those Saxons.

Brutal, cold-blooded...

This is the White Dragon, the embodiment of Britain's destructive will.

"Let's go, sis."

Yinglin woke up Morgan, who was gritting his teeth.

Upon hearing her husband's voice, the witch's mood immediately improved, and she took the initiative to hug his arm.

"Okay, let's go back and wait for the right time."

[Your and Morgan's victory over the White Dragon at Camelot has become known to countless people. People are cheering and jumping for joy, as if they see victory coming and an opportunity to rebuild the dignity of the Kingdom of Britain.]

Those nobles who had aligned themselves with Orkney were now showing great respect and had decided to join you in supporting the brightest sun in Britain—Morgan.

This is a world where individual power trumps everything. You gladly accept the loyalty of these nobles and, based on your memories, tentatively attempt reforms.

The most obvious example is the elimination of all shady and questionable industries.

Even if someone resists, it's like child's play in the face of your power; there's no situation where the status quo is beyond your control.

It's normal for nobles to harbor resentment.

[For Morgan's reputation, you deliberately stopped them, but you also did something else: you gave them the White Dragon's blood.]

The Dragonblood Warrior represents an identity and power revered by countless knights.

[When it comes to the continuation of family power, money is nothing but a mundane thing. Even if Morgan cursed this blood, the nobles would willingly endure the pain and become your puppets.]

From then on, Morgan's reputation was no longer limited to his strength, but came from genuine admiration, and he even took on the dirty and hard work.

Whenever Yinglin recalls what happened this week, she can't help but feel a little tense, no matter how calm she is.