Chapter 567 You two should get married right here! (8k votes requested)
Just as Lorne was sorting out his thoughts, Morgan, who had checked the scene, also gave a consistent guess:
"Like Gwyn, Albion could no longer hold on. However, the impact of his death is probably much more serious than the Wild Hunt brought by Gwyn."
This is a fantasy beast condensed from the will of the earth of the British Isles by the Warner natives using Said witchcraft and thousands of years of faith.
If even it has become like this during repeated turmoil, it can only prove that the entire Celtic Age of Gods is already rushing towards accelerated destruction.
Just as Morgan was feeling melancholy, an extremely dangerous aura came like thunder in an instant.
“Get out of the way!”
With a loud shout in her ears, she was dragged backwards by the more alert Lorne.
At the same time, a hideous, pale bone claw slammed into the lakeside with a sharp whistling sound, stirring up dust several feet high.
Morgan's face changed slightly as he watched the huge creature, which was two-thirds bones and one-third rotten flesh, rush out of the water and head straight for him.
This thing isn't dead yet?!
"roar!"
The giant dragon covered with rotten flesh activated its magic factor and roared.
The white skeleton was stained with a thick ink-like color, and the halo around it was swallowed by the shadow. As far as the eyes could see, everyone seemed to see a huge hole that had been bored through the world.
It was extremely dark inside, as if filled with countless corpses and undead souls, representing the will of death accumulated in this land.
It vows to devour the light and drag everything on the British island into hell.
After just a moment's gaze, everyone suddenly felt that the malice was so extreme and so pure.
Now, it can no longer be called the White Dragon, or Albion, it should be:
The evil dragon - Vortigern!
"boom!"
The tranquil lake surface shook violently, and the fallen and lost sacred dragon, engulfed in a red and black ether tide, roared and swept over.
Its wings are like knives and its claws are like spears.
"It ends here, it ends here, the ideal land, the place where nothing can cross the line, life and death will follow their own order - Avalon!"
Morgan urgently waved his wand, while his lips and teeth opened and closed at an extremely fast speed, chanting high-speed divine words.
In an instant, accompanied by the stirring of divine words and laws, the surrounding space suddenly distorted, and an eternal island transformed by will rose from the ground behind her, forcibly dispersing and suppressing the ten-thousand-foot tide of magic stirred up by the dragon.
The Irish goddess of death and the British witch of the lake stand before the will of the old earth, declaring her power and rule over this country.
"Holy Lance, pull up the anchor!"
And the moment Morgan raised his wand and shouted, the sky broke apart like a broken mirror. Twelve blue-black ether spears woven by magic power pierced through the huge magic array, shaped like inverted spires that destroyed the world, and crushed the ground inch by inch.
At the same time, the magic dragon that tried to vibrate its bone wings to take off was sluggish, and layers of blue-black frost condensed on its wings, and the surrounding space continued to squeeze towards the center.
The whole world seemed to have become a living coffin.
These twelve light spears were like long spikes embedded in the cover, completely burying the island's former will of death.
This is the most powerful spell created by Morgan by combining his knowledge of the four great magics of "Mirror", "Tower", "Courtyard" and "Coffin".
In Britain, its power is close to legal principle.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
Twelve light spears fell one after another, and the dragon, which was hit hard, was smashed to the ground with a roar, like a large specimen nailed to death by long nails.
A large amount of black gas like thick ink gushed out from the wound, splashing all around and corroding the surroundings with a sizzling sound.
Is it over?
Morgan almost fainted as he used all his strength to launch this attack and also had to use his energy to suppress other disasters sealed in his own divine domain.
However, seeing that the dragon in front of him had been nailed to the ground and motionless, Morgan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.
But in an instant, a ball of red and black fire ignited in the dragon's empty eye sockets, and its pale bone wings vibrated violently, shaking off the magic spears that were inserted into its body joints. Its huge and ferocious body, wrapped in a surging wave of ether, charged forward again.
Oh no! Divine Protection of the Earth!
Morgan's pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly understood the crux of the problem.
Dragons are born with extraordinary resistance to magic, which is the so-called magic resistance.
As a pure-blooded dragon with strength comparable to that of a god, Albion's magic resistance is almost at the ceiling level.
What’s even more terrible is that this monster is the product of the former will of the entire British island and possesses the highest level of world protection.
In other words, her authority as an outsider in the world may not be higher than that of Albion, a native of the country. The legal forbidden spells she created based on this will be severely weakened when used on Albion.
But in such a hurry, Morgan, whose breath was locked by the dragon, had no time to dodge, and her weak body also made it difficult for her to construct new magic for counterattack and defense.
"The dead weep blood - the music of painful phantom weeping!"
"My sword, burn - Kaventine!"
At the critical moment, the two fairy knights, Bawanshi and Bagst, rushed forward from the left and right, and the silver hammers and fairy swords that had been freed from their true names frantically gathered magic power in their hands and blasted towards the roaring dragon.
“Boom!”
The dragon's body shook, and the black death energy on its surface began to boil like ink, slowing down its attack momentum.
However, before Bawanxi and Bagst could be happy, the dragon let out an angry roar, and the magic factors within hundreds of miles converged towards the dragon body floating in the air like thousands of rivers flowing into the sea.
“Buzz!”
The next moment, the space trembled, and a beam of red and black light that eclipsed the sun shot out from the dragon's mouth towards the ground.
That is the doomsday dragon flame transformed from the will of death!
It is also the cursed fire that annihilates the life of all things!
Before the flames faded, the soul-freezing dragon power came towards him.
Bavanshi and Bagster, who had not yet become [Big Mother], froze in place.
"boom!"
The dragon flames of Doom swept across the ground, and the three figures that were hit first instantly melted away, turning into flying pink and white petals.
A hundred meters away, two fairy knights who survived the disaster held on to a tree trunk with one hand, lowered their heads and gasped for air.
Yes, I am saved...
"It's not the same difficulty to pull one and pull three. My two little friends, don't be so impulsive next time. Otherwise, I will be in trouble."
A lazy voice came from the opposite side. Vivian, another lake fairy, who had slipped away from the battlefield and onto a tree branch to fish and swim, was jokingly scolding the two younger goblins.
Morgan raised his head and snorted at his sister who always seemed to be out of tune:
"If you have time to talk nonsense here, you might as well take action as soon as possible and get rid of that thing!"
"I'm fighting Albion, is that true or not?"
Weiwei pretended to be frightened, then rolled her eyes and said,
"Come on, if you can't even handle that thing, what can I do? Hit me with the head?"
Among the lake fairies, the eldest sister Morgause is in charge of creation and life, the second sister Morgan is in charge of war and death, and she is responsible for change and development.
In a head-on confrontation, Morgan is undoubtedly the strongest one.
Right now, even her forbidden spells and powers couldn't break the tough bone of Albion. What could she, a little sister who was used to slacking off, do?
Vivian thought about it and decided to play a role in order to avoid being reported by teammates in the future:
"How about I take you guys and run away?"
Everyone rolled their eyes when they heard this.
"A dead holy dragon is not enough for us to turn around and run away. Besides, it is not without weaknesses. Look at its chest!"
Hearing Loen's reminder, everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
With continuous consumption, the black death energy on the dragon's body faded a lot, revealing a bright red ball of flesh beating regularly inside its white bone chest.
That was exactly where the dragon's heart was originally.
And every time it beats, the black death energy outside the dragon bone will expand or contract regularly in a cycle.
So here lies the weakness!
Everyone was delighted and excited.
At the same time, the evil dragon seemed to sense the threat. It turned its head and opened its mouth again, spraying the terrible doomsday dragon fire towards the people a hundred meters away.
“Puff, puff, puff!!”
As the raging cursed fire swept across the ground, five figures transformed into harmless flying pink petals, adding a touch of dreamy beauty to this desolate death zone.
Vivian, holding a magic wand and leading everyone, appeared behind the bushes on the other side and waved to the dragon in the sky with a smile.
"Teacher, it's up to you now!"
A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose from behind him. Even though the dragon was dead, he could still sense the terrible threat through instinct.
However, it didn't have time to turn around as a beam of golden light that reflected the galaxy passed through its body with the power of thunder.
"boom!"
The giant dragon fell and the earth shook.
As the smoke and dust cleared, the previously ferocious dragon collapsed to the ground, its ribs shattered, a big hole in its chest, and the flesh that served as its heart had long since disappeared.
"roar……"
With a final roar filled with resentment and anger, the dragon, which was eroded and dominated by the will of death, disintegrated bit by bit like a popped soap bubble.
The thick fog that had lingered in the forest for a long time gradually dissipated.
"Why did you bring this thing? It's disgusting. I won't eat it at night!"
Vivian looked at the still squirming piece of flesh in Lorne's arms, or rather the dragon's heart, and protested by pinching her nose.
"Eat, eat, eat. That's all you know how to do!"
Luo En rolled his eyes at Vivian and snorted coldly.
"Have you forgotten what we are looking for this time?"
Morgan, who was standing by, was suddenly startled when he heard this. He walked forward quickly and reached out to touch the flesh in Loen's arms.
Sure enough, bursts of beating like a heart beat came from inside.
That is the new life born from death!
“Puff!”
Two pink and white little hands tore through the outer afterbirth. A little girl, covered in mucus, with the same long silver-white hair as Morgan and Lorne, and snake-like golden vertical pupils, looked at everyone curiously.
After a moment, she sniffed and reached out to hug Lorne:
"Dad~~"
Morgan felt a little jealous when he heard this:
"You're my goblin knight!"
The little girl turned around and looked Morgan up and down. Then she seemed to have thought of something and spoke in a baby voice:
"Mom~~"
“Puff~”
Vivian on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud and said jokingly,
"You even have a child, why don't you two get married right here?"
"I agree! I still have all the wedding supplies I bought in Orkney. When do we start, meow?"
Habertlot also jumped out from the bushes, urging excitedly.
However, the two spears of light that flew past their heads made Vivian and Habertlot shrink their necks in fear and shut up decisively.
Morgan snorted coldly, retracted his gloomy gaze and the blush on his face, took the silver-haired girl from Loen's arms, and after examining her carefully, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
As expected of a life born from the remains of the Dragon of the End, Albion, the concentration of magic power in its body exceeded that of Bavanshi and Bagster as soon as it was born.
If she takes him back and trains him well, it won't be long before this child becomes the strongest fairy knight under her command.
but……
Morgan raised his head, looked at Lorne, and coughed lightly:
"Since you were the first person she saw when she was born, and you were the one who brought her out of the dragon skeleton, why don't you give her a name?"
Luo En thought about it and said in deep thought:
"Let's call her 'Mei Lu Xin'."
The queen and the knight in her arms looked at each other and showed satisfied expressions, obviously they liked the name very much.
And there was a hint of profound meaning in Luo En's eyes.
Melusin is a half-human, half-demon beauty with the lower body of a snake and the wings of a dragon (dragon bloodline). She is a fairy born from a human father (Laoluo) and a fairy mother (Morgan), and is petite and beautiful.
However, her story originated not in Britain, but in France.
This is a fairy in French legend.
In fact, among the many Knights of the Round Table under the future King Arthur, there was also a hero nurtured by French culture.
——Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake.
And he was also the culprit who caused the destruction of the Knights of the Round Table and the collapse of King Arthur's ideal kingdom!
——His name is betrayal, his body is original sin.
Morgan, my student, I have told you everything I should tell you.
Although my original name is not "Merlin", I did not lie to you about many things.
As for whether or not the meaning of these words can be understood, let the Celtic and Nordic destinies decide.
So next, the travel game is coming to an end.
Loen glanced at the lake behind him, and his eyes gradually became cold.
"puff!"
Suddenly, Morgan, who was teasing Meilushin, changed his expression and vomited a pool of golden blood.
Luo En was stunned and a little surprised.
He just had some thoughts on it and hadn't taken any action yet, so why did the other party start vomiting blood?
"Second sister, what's wrong with you?" Vivian hurried forward and asked.
Morgan grabbed Vivian's arm, raised his pale cheeks, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Something happened in Orkney. Someone broke the ban I left behind. Go back quickly!"
Orkney? Prohibited?
The image of a small animal that looked like both a cat and a dog suddenly appeared in front of Loen's eyes, and his heart suddenly sank.
The Third Plague of Wales - Casey Palugh!
(End of this chapter)
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