If she were not a particularly famous witch, that would naturally be for the best. If she were a famous witch, with their reserves of knowledge accumulated over so many years, they should still be able to find a way to deal with her.
Even if they did not watch over this world at every moment, and did not fully grasp the identities of all famous figures—after all, they had not entered this body for long and mainly inherited the memories of the body itself—he currently possessed the equivalent of 72 brains. There is an Eastern saying: "Three cobblers equal a Zhuge Liang." Could it be that their 72 brains could not think of a countermeasure?
Of course, Morgan was not so foolish as to be unaware of these fellows' intentions. But so what? What if these fellows knew her name and identity? As the famous Witch of Britain, as a candidate for the Lord of the Island, and as an existence who had lived through these long ages, Morgan still possessed a fair amount of confidence.
Moreover, the opponent had already announced his name. The etiquette of the British royal family prevented this witch from choosing to start the war directly without reciprocation. Thus, with a smile on her face, she prepared to announce her name crisply and neatly.
Holding her staff, she lightly rested her other hand on her cloak. Then, she slowly removed it and tossed it aside. Black-blue flames instantly devoured the cloak completely. Subsequently, the witch slowly lifted her veil, revealing that exquisite face. However, if one ignored the difference in temperament, one would discover that this face was extremely similar to King Arthur's countenance.
"You ask who I am? Hehehe... Then, out of courtesy, I shall tell you. I am Morgan! The Witch of Britain! The one who watches over Britain from the distant shore. Demon God Pillars, have you considered the price for raising your hand against me?"
Morgan's face wore a cold yet peculiar smile. She felt absolutely no fear just because the opponent was born 1,500 years earlier than her. On the contrary, nothing made her more excited than this. What was so exciting about competing in magecraft with human magi? If one must compete, one should compete with these Demon God Pillars before her!!
Morgan suddenly felt incredibly excited. That's right, this excitement that only comes when fighting an evenly matched opponent; she hadn't properly experienced it for far too long.
Look up, your Omen of Death Star is twinkling!Pfft!No, wrong channel. Morgan raised the staff in her hand. Magical energy surged directly into the sky, beginning to gather above. Then, starting from a spiral shape, it slowly condensed and wove together. The path of that weaving looked like ancient patterns; every stroke seemed to hold special meaning.
"Try to withstand this strike I have researched for a thousand years!"
This was a Grand Magecraft researched based on the attack of the Lance of the Far End (Rhongomyniad). Placed in this era, calling it a forbidden spell would be absolutely no problem. If not for the surroundings being pulled into an illusion, the sudden change in the sky would definitely have attracted the attention of the entire city's population. It looked as if the sky were twisting together, preparing to fall.
If ordinary people saw it, it was possible they would think the end of the world had arrived. It had to be said that this illusion lightened the workload of the Church personnel. Otherwise, the people from the Church really wouldn't know how to explain an attack falling from the sky. They couldn't possibly explain it away as a tornado rolling up dark clouds.
Tell others they were developing space-based weapons? Did they have a death wish? Don't forget there is an American 'daddy' above them. The Church personnel could just leave directly, but the Far East would definitely not welcome Church personnel to take up posts in the future. They weren't stupid enough to give up the entire pasture for a lame excuse when there were better options.
What a joke. If the higher-ups knew they made such a low-level mistake, how could they survive in the Church in the future? "Crawl beneath my feet, and then wail in agony!!"
The black Holy Lance fell from the sky. Judging purely from its appearance, no one would think this was composed of magical energy. Flauros looked at the scene in the sky. As a Demon God Pillar, he had to sigh with emotion at the power of the witch before him. To dissect it from scratch and finally complete this great feat was not something that could be accomplished with empty theoretical knowledge of magecraft.
It was just like Aslan teaching all the theoretical knowledge he knew, yet currently, only the 'him' from another world could complete the artificial Machine God.
Seeing such an attack, Flauros quickly raised his hands towards the surroundings. One Demon God Pillar after another twisted together, transforming into a conical shape. At a glance, it looked like an ice cream sundae hodgepodge. Those eyes looked like pieces of dried fruit; inexplicably, it made one feel a bit of appetite.
As the black Lance of Magical Energy fell from the sky and collided with the mass of Demon Gods, a turbulence of magical energy ensued, followed by a loud explosion. A mushroom cloud formed by rising magical energy appeared in this area covered by the illusion.
Morgan raised her chin slightly, watching all this with cold eyes. Within the dispersing magical energy, she did not sense the core magical energy belonging to the Demon God Pillars. This meant that the attack simulating the fall of the Lance of the Far End had not harmed the guy calling himself Flauros.
But it didn't matter. She still had plenty of magical energy.
Morgan raised the staff in her hand once again. The staff rotated quickly in her hand. The end resembling a spear tip aimed at the magical energy. Before the position had completely cleared, she thrust forward. Above the sky, the attack resembling the Holy Lance condensed once again.
Riding the white horse, Artoria, who was using magical energy to pave a road in the low sky and moving forward rapidly, naturally sensed this simulated Holy Lance attack. Should I go in the direction of Berserker's magical energy outbreak, or go help my royal sister? Artoria did not hesitate for too long. Because soon, she sensed a familiar yet strange magical energy. Familiar, of course, because she knew the owner of this magical energy. Strange, naturally, because the dragon blood within this magical energy's owner was becoming increasingly thick. I'm afraid it won't be too long before the owner of this magical energy can inherit the position of the White Dragon. However, inheriting the position of the White Dragon did not mean that person would become [Vortigern]. But after that person became the White Dragon, the future [Vortigern] should no longer hold the identity of the White Dragon.
As long as Britain was not destroyed, the existence known as Vortigern would naturally be born again to bring the crisis of destruction to Britain. However, when that time comes, there will naturally be people to stop him. Artoria was not very worried; each generation has its own mission. She was already a person of the past.