We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

"No matter how many barbarians die, it doesn't matter to the lowly king."

The white-haired, purple-eyed half-dream demon's face no longer held the previous ease and playfulness, but rather a solemnity that seemed to foresee the future.

"Now, He will temporarily halt His invasion only because He has discovered that He can no longer continue the long-decayed 'Age of Gods' with His own power alone."

"So He had no choice but to rot away on that throne in disappointment and resentment."

"With your current strength, you are not capable of defeating this island avatar."

"Can I ask you a question?"

Akalion's giant sword-shaped dragon tail twitched slightly on the ground.

"can."

Morgan responded immediately, saying that if there was a way to deal with the dragon, that would be wonderful.

"Your Majesty, will you carry out a 'massacre'?"

"!"

In an instant, Ying and Artoria understood what Akalion wanted to do.

However, a hint of reluctance appeared on Ying's face, but she quickly buried it in her heart after considering Artoria's feelings.

Artoria, however, did not.

After all, for her, not supporting Akalion in eradicating all the barbarian tribes that had invaded her homeland across the sea was already an act of great mercy.

"No, not at all."

Morgan answered with utmost seriousness.

"The humble king's purpose is simply to perpetuate the age of gods. He still loves this land and everything on it."

"Then, I'll attack their positions and rear cities right now, and turn all those barbarians who came across the sea into dust, how about that?"

Akalion spoke these cruel words with an incredibly calm tone, as if discussing "the potato chips at the supermarket next door are 30% off today."

"The invasion of a lowly king with no troops isn't so terrible, is it?"

"...This method is very good."

Morgan nodded in agreement. Then, she cast the look of someone who had looked down on a fool at Akalion.

“But Akalion, have you forgotten, Your Majesty? This time, we’ve come to find you.”

Do you think I'm afraid of Him?

Akalion immediately retorted. But when he saw that both Luminous and Artoria were giving him disapproving looks, he quickly changed his mind:

"If I can't beat them, I can still use a tonic!"

"?"

Morgan's face was filled with confusion. Was this really a dragon?

Meanwhile, Merry found it amusing. Indeed, only by being right next to Akalion could one truly find something to enjoy.

"You really don't seem like a dragon."

"After all, I'm not a dragon from your world."

Akalion completely released his hold on Meryl. After all, she was just an illusion. If her real self were here, he would make this heartless creature taste the pain of being pierced by his spear!

Mary was unaware of Akalion's violent inner turmoil. She believed that she and Akalion didn't currently have many conflicts.

If it really comes to that, it's just an illusion.

"But what will Ying do if you go back?"

Artoria wanted to look at Ying.

"Do not worry about me."

Ying reached out, and the jet-black longsword forged from adamantite silently appeared in her hand. She had named it "Echo of Eldra" to commemorate receiving this sword from Akalion, a sword perfectly capable of bearing any power she possessed.

"When Akalion returns, I will return with him!"

As she said this, she cast a look of absolute trust into Akalion.

"And, Artoria, you've never 'ridden'—no, not that kind of thing."

Seeing Artoria's face turn red quickly, Ying immediately realized that she had definitely misunderstood, and she immediately corrected her:

“He truly ‘rode’ Akalion. His speed is faster than you can imagine. Even if the Lowly King could truly transform into the legendary white dragon, his speed would absolutely not surpass his!”

Upon hearing these words, Akalion's giant sword-shaped dragon tail twitched smugly. At its tip, a dark red light seemed to be slowly surging.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 53. The Lowly King (Part 2)

Akalion streaked across the desolate Britannia night sky like a silent gray comet.

His normal cruising speed was already approaching the sound barrier. If he wanted to go even faster, he would have to use the psychic energy originating from the core of his brain and the magical energy located at the core of his heart.

But there's no need for that.

Akalion doesn't need to chase anything.

The night was still long, very long. He had the most time in the world.

Although Akalion remained filled with curiosity about why the Lowly King was seeking him, at this moment, none of that mattered anymore.

Because he has already seen it.

That barbarian army camp, perched on the land, with its countless campfires, stood out starkly in the moonless, dark night, like ugly sores sprouting from the earth.

Even without these firelights, Akalion's vision was sufficient to take in all those humble lives.

He opened his mouth.

The surrounding air, distorted and boiling from the unstoppable, overwhelming heat that was about to erupt, emitted a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

next moment.

A crimson torrent of destruction, seemingly capable of igniting the entire night sky, suddenly erupted forth.

That's [Flame Breath].

In this situation, this is the most suitable and efficient cleaning method.

A scorching wave, hundreds of meters long and ten meters wide, transformed the orderly military camp into a living hell in just a few seconds.

The stench of burning flesh and the wails of the living formed the only music on this battlefield at that moment.

At that moment, a riot broke out.

Akalion was getting annoyed. So, just as he was about to unleash another breath of dragonfire to silence the cacophony of "music"—

A pure white figure rose from the ground amidst the burning, hellish military camp.

"—"

That figure, so beautiful it seemed otherworldly, silently watched him.

His existence was like a magnified hybrid of the fairy knight Melyuchina and Artoria in her Lion King form wielding the Holy Lance.

Her long, pure white hair was like moonlight; her emerald eyes seemed to contain an entire forest; and her imposing [large front armor] was enough to make any hero bow down.

That absolute aura emanating from Him—

Akalion immediately realized that this was an enemy he was currently unable to defeat.

"Wait a minute, distinguished guest from another world."

Just as Akalion was about to twist its body, unleash the full power of the light on its tail, and then unleash its full potential at top speed, the pure white, beautiful figure spoke.

"You, Britain, what do you think?"

"Is she pretty?"

This attitude… For some reason, the image of Meryl's wickedly smiling face suddenly appeared in Akalion's mind. He forcibly suppressed his urge to seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and transform into "Spiked Hagi Dragon".

"beauty?"

Nature is beautiful.

In particular, compared to the endless, lifeless snowfields of eternal winter, this vibrant Britain is undoubtedly the most beautiful place.

"So, do you plan to settle down here?"

The lowly king stepped forward, ignoring the vast distance between them, and in an instant, he was standing in front of Akalion.

“If you wish, I can make all of Camelot—no, all of Britain, the whole of it—your territory, your dragon's lair, your paradise.”

?

No, this isn't right!

You came to me just to give me something for free?

There must be a conspiracy involved!

"—"

Just as Akalion's tail erupted with a powerful, supernova-like orange-red energy stream.

"There is no cost involved, and you don't need to give anything in return."

The lowly king drew a strangely shaped greatsword, seemingly crafted from the spine of some divine creature. He simply swung it lightly.

"As long as you link your 'blood' with this island, with me—"

Nest!

A pure white beam of light, almost filling the entire sky, blasted directly towards Akalion!

He quickly turned his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the range of the beam of light.

But his scales were still brushed against.

The scale touched by the light cannon instantly turned bright red, and then that crimson color quickly spread throughout his body. Soon, the scale returned to its original state.

If I were hit directly... would I be able to defend myself?

"Come!"

The lowly king smiled and pointed the tip of the bone greatsword at Akalion.

"Fight me, make love with me, and come with me to the underworld!"

"……Neuropathy!"

Akalion cursed, then instead of retreating, he charged forward!

He felt he could fight.

If we can fight, then there's no need to run away!

If all else fails, it's not too late to choose to "go back"!

Akalion's figure instantly approached the Lowly King.

Just when He thought that the dragon was about to engage in close combat, He opened His mouth.

A 'Necrotic Breath' suddenly erupted, and a large amount of negative energy gathered into a dark purple energy wave that swept towards Him!

"Buzz!"

However, the peculiar bone greatsword, after only a slight glimmer, unleashed a powerful energy reaction far exceeding Akalion's current total energy.

That force neutralized most of the negative energy in the breath.

The lingering shockwaves that could not be neutralized fell to the ground, and the once vibrant plants immediately became dry, withered, and eventually turned to ashes.

The leaves of those plants that managed to survive turned scorched or grayish-yellow, as if all their life energy had been drained in an instant.

A thin layer of black mist remained on the ground, giving the surroundings a nauseating stench of death and decay.

However, Akalion's attacks were not limited to this one.

[Radiant Breath]!