[Feeling the intense pain in its body,]
[the only obsession that allows it to endure is that it does not want to lose to you, this arrogant fellow.]
[Clearly in a similar position,]
[yet acknowledging the existence of humanity.]
[It feels displeasure towards an existence like yours, purely out of its own discomfort, unrelated to righteousness.]
[Enduring the baptism of the twelve Holy Lance spells,]
[Vortigern trembles all over but has not yet breathed its last; its darkness still exists in this sea.]
[Even Morgan can't help but click her tongue.]
[However, there is no panic in her eyes, only regret for not being able to sweep it away in one blow.]
[—How nice it would be to handle my husband's work .]
[Despite having such thoughts, Morgan knows that Vortigern is not so easily defeated.]
[The demon army present is astonished by the dragon's tenacity; at this moment, they find themselves in a helpless situation.]
[Just as the darkness is about to continue expanding—]
[Brilliant magical power bursts forth, shaking the atmosphere.]
[Like the aurora rippling in the holy cauldron, the boiling sea of magical power spreads indifferently, sweeping out at an incredible speed.]
[This is the breath poured out by the planet.]
"Everyone, well done. Your efforts will be taken over by me—next, let me draw down this final curtain."
A massive amount of stellar breath is condensed onto the sword.
Moran, he wields this overwhelming power.
[As if condensing the world into a singularity, only Vortigern knows what is happening.]
[It has completely lost its connection to Britain.]
[It was calculated from the very beginning.]
[The true goal of the Principle Idea Blood is not to enhance military might, but to seize control of Britain.]
[The national protector dragon and the Principle Idea Blood,]
[the two complement each other to seize the authority of Britain, ultimately turning the entire land and sea into its own lungs.]
[Earlier, you had not acted, and that was also the case.]
[To fully mobilize Britain's magical power,]
[you needed a certain amount of time.]
[If it were a one-on-one decisive battle, you wouldn't have that much time. Thus, the demon army was needed to prepare for this strike.]
[Just this alone is not enough; to ensure Vortigern's complete defeat, you also specially had Morgan prepare the Holy Lance.]
[The preparations for victory were indeed thorough.]
[Now, you have completely taken control of Britain, and the tip of your sword points towards the enemy that is about to face defeat.]
"With this strike, I declare the eternal existence of the divine age."
Terrifying giant waves rise around Moran.
The power of all of Britain is concentrated in this sword. This is his world, and there is no reason for defeat.
What he speaks is the supreme truth.
That is the undeniable manifestation of a king's authority.
Morgan used the Holy Lance to leverage Vortigern's will based on the last simulation, defeating it in theory.
Then, Moran aims to completely crush this dragon from a purely martial perspective.
The overlord and the way of the king, both are unshakable. To drive it back from both aspects, this is—
"Complete victory. I have struck; Vortigern, you may receive it."
Moran swings the blade towards the direction of Vortigern.
The torrent of magical power that overturns light and dark erupts.
The night brought by Vortigern is shattered head-on.
That is the light that sweeps away all old orders and opens up a new world.
"Ohhhhhhh—ohhhhhhh—!!"
The breath of the planet flows like a waterfall.
Washing away all darkness before it.
Vortigern's screams gradually thin out, as if even its dragon form is dissipating in this brilliance.
The mystery that sustained it has been evaporated by a single blow.
Everyone can feel it clearly.
The only thing left is the purest darkness, devoid of human form, an unchanging nature.
The madness that enveloped Britain is about to come to an end.
However, it continues to struggle.
In the light, one can still see hands reaching outwards, so frantic that it evokes admiration.
But the result of defeat will not change.
"It really is hard to look away. No, it should be called the so-called way of the king. Defeated in reason, defeated in power, even the meaning of its own existence has been taken away. Yet it still struggles ; is this what they call a man's pride?
This clash and duel born from the soul indeed stirs my heart no matter when."
Merlin sits on the castle wall, looking down below.
She acts like a spectator, her face full of a joyful smile, taking the situation as if it has nothing to do with her.
If Moran hadn't spoken to direct her,
she would probably have just watched the whole thing unfold.
It is precisely this bad character that
Morgan has never given her a good look.
"Hey, Morgan, can you stop looking at me like that this time? I've helped out; I've put in such a big effort."
"Don't call me that; we're not close enough for that."
"Alright, alright, next, are you planning to go to Moran's side? To help him with the final wrap-up work?"
"No need. I'm going back to Tintagel."
Morgan waved her staff and cast the water mirror magecraft.
For the dream demon, who was only thinking about having fun, she said this one sentence and intended to leave.
She looked at Moran, who was surrounded by golden light, and a charming blush appeared on her cheeks.
Ending the battle with that unparalleled and powerful posture.
This was undoubtedly her beloved husband.
Morgan knew that Moran would not completely kill Vortigern; the next step would surely be a conversation between men.
"Hey, you really do look like a virtuous wife and good mother."
"Of course, I am the woman who matches him; my responsibility has been fulfilled. Those men can cheer for themselves; I, as a woman, have no intention of indulging in that atmosphere."
Morgan's gaze briefly lingered on Merlin.
[However, when she mentioned you, the deep love in her eyes could never be hidden.]
[This winter queen, no matter how aloof,]
[is now wrapped in the love and happiness given by her husband.]
[Warmth and heat overflow from her heart.]
[Even if she says she doesn't want to get involved in the men's conversation, in reality, she is too deeply fascinated by her husband.]
[I wonder what kind of expression she will show when she sees him.]
[That's why she chooses to avoid him.]