The Greece Antagonist
Chapter 1256 - 31: Sneaking an affair into my house, huh? (2 - s, total 9k)_3

Chapter 1256: Chapter 31: Sneaking an affair into my house, huh? (2 Chapters, total 9k)_3

The survivors of the cataclysm crawled out of the ruins, looking at the monster with terror.

On the grey-white scale armor, a black aura of death now emanated, clearly noontime yet covered in shadows, transforming into a magical creature ravaging everything.

The chilling sensation, as if plunging into an ice cave, made the Purification Knight and the Round Table Knights tremble inside, reluctantly uttering an answer.

Vortigern—the ignoble king!

The embodiment of Britain’s calamity!

Facing the formidable foe that had appeared, Gao Wen’s heart surged with battle intent.

Come on, let me see what you’re capable of, you bastard!

With the Holy Sword Cavendish raised high above his head, he unleashed the Sun’s divine authority and brilliance to the fullest.

"Roar!"

The giant dragon roared, the black mist around it violently churning, red and black sinister patterns lit up on the scales, and a massive magic light pattern in the air formed an inverted ring array.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to be corroded into a pitch-black hole.

The magic factors across all of Britain coalesced like a tangible black tide, frantically converging toward that dark vortex.

Wherever the black tide passed, plants withered, land turned to sand, animals became restless and anxious, and the vitality and liveliness of all things were devoured by what seemed like a giant maw opening from the abyss.

...It was a hole on the world’s surface.

At its core was Vortigern, the ignoble king.

Drinking the scorched molten iron down the throat — evoking such a chilling sensation, it was some inhuman entity.

And the brighter the Sun, the deeper the darkness of the sky.

Simply invincible!

Like a shadow, the body swooped down, with chilling yellow vertical pupils filled with eerie malice, a claw shrouded in black mist aimed to crush the last ember on the ground.

Gao Wen wanted to resist, but it was as if he was in an endless abyss, unable to move a single muscle, only able to kneel wretchedly.

Was the king fighting such a monster?

How did she manage to defeat it time and again, securing victory?

It’s simply unbelievable!

In Gao Wen’s mind, countless thoughts surged, eventually turning into deep shame.

How foolish I must be to arrogantly think I could clear obstacles for such a presence!

Perhaps, dying with this arrogance would be the punishment I deserve.

Just as Gao Wen prepared to close his eyes and accept his fate, a cold solemn whisper echoed in his ear like a divine proclamation.

"The radiance, to this place!"

At this moment, the pitch-black curtain hanging from Barton Mountain’s sky was pierced by a spiraling band of light, exuding brilliance akin to the stars.

Outside the city, the King of Knights arrived at the crucial moment, wielding the Sword of Victory that radiated golden light, propelling the silver-armored steed ’East Staline’ forward.

Like a lighthouse in a deep-sea journey, it completely dissolved the surrounding dark and sinister aura, creating a citadel of light that isolated the darkness, sheltering the Purification Knight and the Round Table Knights within that brightness.

Although the crisis was averted, Gao Wen, being involved, felt both moved and ashamed:

"My king, I am at fault."

Altria did not hold Gao Wen accountable for his independent assertion but instead smiled gently:

"Worthy of being the Sun Knight, even such darkness couldn’t completely swallow your light. You’ve done your part, leave the rest to me."

"But..."

Gao Wen was about to remind, but seeing Altria’s resolute gaze, he chose to trust, leading the survivors to hurriedly withdraw from the battlefield.

"Roar!"

Perceiving someone hinder its feeding, the demon dragon in the sky let out an enraged roar, attempting to once again spread darkness and engulf the light on the ground.

The dark rolled back, yet the golden light, though feeble, refused to disappear, shining like a beacon amidst the storm.

It even grew more concentrated and sharp with compression.

"Pathetically, all you have done is futile. Be it this world or its people, they will surpass this calamity of yours and head toward a glorious tomorrow."

Facing the calamity dragon over a hundred meters long, radiating terrifying power, the silhouette bathed in the spiral light band spoke calmly, eyes still icy and serene without a ripple of fear.

...The king must have known already.

Vortigern is truly the incarnation of calamity.

At the foot of the mountain, Gao Wen, basking in light, looked up excitedly, his eyes shining with fervor.

Indeed!

This is my limit.

But for my king, such predicaments are her everyday norm.

No! For the one before my eyes, it doesn’t even constitute a predicament!

No matter how vast this monster’s magic, my king and her holy sword can turn the earth into scorched land, even if the enemy is the entire island of Britain embodied!

The Sun Knight’s eyes, reflecting golden starlight, filled with waves of admiration.

And at this moment, the spiral band of golden light in the city had been compressed to its utmost in Altria’s palm.

Light gradually spread outward, sprinkling stardust along the way, illuminating the darkened sky, restoring order and warmth to the chaotic world.

"In thy name, beckon victory—Caliburn!"

With the cold solemn declaration, the spiral band of light connecting the heavens and earth tilted forward.

Bang!

In an instant, a sharp deluge of light severed, tore apart Vortigern’s summoned dark realm, directly blasting into the silhouette hidden in the black mist.

"Howl..."

In the blink of an eye, the darkness boiled violently, and amidst the tragic screech, the thousand-meter-long pale giant dragon plummeted from the sky, a horrifying penetrating wound on its chest.

The pink pulp of its dragon heart, shattered dragon scale remnants, and small white bone fragments splattered around.

A lot of dragon blood turned into crimson raindrops, scattered from the gruesome wound onto the charred earth.

The darkness dissolved, and the Sun’s grace returned from the gaps in the thick clouds.

The King of Knights ascended the hill, announcing the end of the Battle of Barton Mountain to the waiting Round Table and Purification Knights, her figure more radiant than ever, even more brilliant than the Sun in the sky.

This battle was so sacred.

Though Britain still hasn’t fully calmed its chaos, as long as this king exists, there is nothing to fear.

The knights roared thunderous cheers, celebrating their wise monarch, the mighty deity.

~~

Three months later, the shadow of calamity was completely dispelled, and Britain embraced long-lost peace.

To thank the human knights and that King of Knights, the six great fairy clans mobilized collectively, erecting a Holy City in the Southern Realm, named Camelot, for the Round Table Knights and the king to reside and use.

Entering this magnificent citadel makes one feel as if stepping into the deities’ hall.

This is the thousand-year ideal kingdom and the sacred white realm.

Like the deity’s temple, the gates of heaven open to the mortal world.

Buzz!

From the towering white watchtower, a brilliant golden light beam shot into the sky.

The Knight King pushed open the wooden doors, standing atop the high tower, waving to tens of thousands of Purification Knights and twelve Round Table Knights, officially announcing the establishment of the Holy Round Table Domain—the United Kingdom of Britain.

—How supreme, this body is the radiance of destruction!

—How pure white, this city is the ideal kingdom!

—Its form and shadow are our sole faith and redemption!

The knights in the square gazed up at that tall, cold figure, letting out fervent cheers, like believers worshiping their deity.

However, Altria wasn’t fond of such bustling scenes, her gaze sweeping around with a trace of curiosity:

"Where is the teacher?"

"Entertaining the three fairy clan emissaries."

"Emissaries from the fairy clan? What are their names?"

"Morgos, Morgan, Elaine... something like the Three Lake Fairies?"

"Where are they?"

"In the backyard!"

Upon hearing Bedivere’s answer, Altria sharply sensed a hint of a fishy smell in the air. After her gaze flickered, she turned and walked out of the high tower.

Bringing trouble right into the house, are we?