Chapter 48: The Demonic Dragon of Britain
The Dragon of Albion.
A super-organism born at the same time as the Earth, possessing nearly 4.6 billion years of life information.
"It is the oldest and most primitive super-existence on this planet!"
Merlin continued to introduce this ancient true dragon.
And to prove that what he said was true, he even took Bailong and Artoria to the remains of Albion—it was a super-large canyon located deep in a lake, its massive volume allowing even Bailong, a giant dragon whose size was comparable to a mountain, to pass through easily.
In this lake-bottom canyon of unknown depth, Bailong appeared as small as Artoria.
"So big—"
Not only Artoria, but even Bailong, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon who was originally not very "impressed" by Albion, now had to adopt the most solemn attitude to face this behemoth that had once lived on Earth for 4.6 billion years.
They shuttled through the canyon.
According to Merlin, this huge canyon itself was formed from the remains of Albion. After the passage to the inner side of the world closed, this giant dragon, "stranded" on the surface of the world, once tried to return to the Root by digging through the earth's core. But it failed, and its body was eventually left here, turning into a huge canyon labyrinth.
"The mystery contained here... is already comparable to a secret realm!"
This was the power of a true dragon.
Even a dead true dragon, the mystery contained within its body was enough to support a "sanctuary." Bailong discovered traces of many rare phantasmal species living in this canyon—they all showed some signs of draconic features.
"Lost dragonkin?"
Bailong looked at these dragon species guarding the dragon's tomb—he once had the idea of occupying this place, but eventually gave up the thought.
Since they are things of the past, let them stay here quietly.
At the same time, Bailong had a deeper understanding of Scáthach's words, "An old hag like me, who has already fulfilled her mission but refuses to die quietly, has to find a place to belong."
By the way, if Scáthach hadn't prepared a final resting place for herself, would her body also become a secret realm-like existence like this Dragon of Albion?
—Bailong soon knew the answer to this question.
Because a moment later, a living example appeared before him.
...
Britain, the White Fortress.
This was once the royal city of the Kingdom of Camelot.
After Vortigern conquered it, he occupied it, and it became the lair of the White Dragon King.
—A "dragon's lair" in the truest sense.
"That's... a dragon."
In the sky filled with dark clouds, Artoria, sitting on Bailong's back, looked at the scene in the city and subconsciously opened her mouth wide.
She saw a pale giant dragon, lying in the city that was now empty of people. Its eyes were half-closed, as if it were resting.
But Bailong was sure that the dragon was not resting at all, but recuperating.
"He has already discovered us."
"It's just that because his body is weak, he has maintained the utmost restraint, unwilling to conflict with us."
Bailong saw the fatigue of the pale dragon at a glance.
And in the next instant, a torrent of light filled with destructive power had already spewed from his mouth, heading straight for the White Dragon King entrenched in the city without any mercy.
"Strike him while he's down."
This was a combat technique Bailong had learned from Scáthach—since it was confirmed that he was an enemy, there was nothing more to say. The war between dragons must end with one of them completely falling.
"Wait!"
"The attack has already started?"
"Hmm? Why isn't the White Dragon King even dodging? Did the attack hit?"
"Was the attack successful?"
Looking at the Dragon King lying on the ground, the expression on Artoria's face went through a series of changes: "worry," "doubt," "confusion," "anticipation."
—Finally, all these emotions turned into "astonishment."
"The attack... hit."
Artoria saw with her own eyes that Bailong's breath attack hit the back of the giant dragon on the ground, opening a huge hole in it.
But what flowed out of the hole was not the Dragon King's blood.
But patches of pitch-black, disgusting-looking mud.
They gushed out from the White Dragon King's body, spreading across the land, igniting raging fires, and burning the fortress city that had long been a ruin.
A curse!
The highest level of curse, from this very island!
At this moment, even Artoria, who had not inherited the identity of the "Lord of the Island," could clearly feel the terrifying malice contained in this black mud:
[Why resist. Why deny. Why claim to be human?]
[If Britain must be destroyed, if we must be exterminated, if this island will be defiled by humans.]
[Then I shall return it to its primordial state with my own hands]
[———Turning the great Britain into a hell!!!]
[—Let it become a dark paradise where humans can never live in the future!!!]
...
The demonic dragon roared.
It was a roar of anger, and also a roar of pain.
In the raging flames, it struggled desperately, spewing black breath at the enemy in the sky.
It was the filthiest thing in the world, capable of making all holiness lose its proper light—Bailong didn't want to be touched by this disgusting stuff, so he quickly dodged and launched another attack on the demonic dragon on the ground.
BOOM—
This time, the blast of wind, shining with a dazzling white light, hit the demonic dragon's left wing.
But, it was meaningless.
A large amount of black mud still gushed out from its wound—this black mud polluted the land and also repaired the wounds on its body. In just a moment, the demonic dragon's appearance showed no trace of injury.
"Let's go."
Looking at the demonic dragon still roaring below, Artoria sighed and gave the order to retreat.
—She finally understood Vortigern's true situation.
This White Dragon King, who was once so spirited, had now merged with this island.
He was no longer himself, but a manifestation of the island's will, a clone of the island.
He had turned the entire Britain into his body, and any attack on him would be considered an attack on this island.
"We have no way to kill him."
"We can only go back and plan for the long term."
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