Chapter 51: Unleash the Whip of Total Defeat!
Camelot Kingdom, on the streets.
It was an ordinary day.
As usual, no matter how busy the king of this country was with official duties, she would always take some time to walk around the residential area and chat with the most ordinary subjects about recent events.
People also eagerly answered the king's various questions.
But at the same time, their gazes couldn't help but fall on the small boy who followed the king, silent from beginning to end.
—What's so interesting about the king? You can see her every day if you come here!
But this white-haired boy, they had never seen him before!
Although in the knight-filled Camelot, there was no lack of one-in-a-million star-level figures—for example, Bedivere, the [Perfect Knight Template]; Tristan, who was [so handsome even fairies would be shy]; the [heroic] Kay; the [beautiful] Guinevere... these people were all very good, each with their own unique charm, attracting droves of followers.
But in front of this white-haired boy, they seemed to instantly lose their luster, their halos disappearing.
"Mom, that big brother is glowing—"
"Did he eat something that makes him glow?"
An innocent little girl spoke the truth with her naive words—which earned her a scolding from her mother, the boy looking up at the sky, and the golden-haired girl's lips, which she could no longer suppress, starting to curve upwards.
"Go ahead and laugh if you want."
After a long time, when the diligent king had finally finished inspecting her territory and had come to an empty grassy area, the boy finally spoke his true thoughts.
"It's only for this one time, anyway."
"So you might as well laugh your heart out."
...
The girl finally laughed.
In this deserted countryside, she let out a heartfelt smile.
—But this smile was definitely not to mock the boy's small stature, or his "bling-bling" effect that was out of place with everyone else.
"So, so it was because of this little thing that you never transformed into a human form!"
"Do you care about it? Your current appearance?"
Artoria reached out and patted the boy's shoulder as if to comfort him—she enjoyed this feeling, because with her height of only a little over one and a half meters, there weren't many people whose shoulders she could touch without raising her hand.
Bailong's face darkened, and he said nothing.
But at a time like this, silence was the answer.
He could have transformed into a human long ago, and into various forms of humans, whether young or old, male or female—as a true god, he had this ability.
But if we were to talk about the human form that truly matched his current state, it would probably be this one:
A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, on the verge of puberty but not yet fully developed; he had just begun to show the appearance of a teenager, but still had a hint of childishness—that was because he had not evolved naturally, but had suddenly evolved by absorbing the mystery in those holy swords.
As for the "bling-bling" white light that emanated from his body... that was, of course, the high-end special effect that came with being a god! A symbol of being "extraordinary"!
—Just like Illya in Magical Girl Illya, or Doma Umaru at school in Himouto! Umaru-chan.
No introduction was needed, and people didn't need to know who he was. But as long as he stood in a crowd, people would know who the real "protagonist" was.
But was this state really good?
No matter what others thought, Bailong didn't like this kind of attention-grabbing appearance... so he had always maintained his dragon form, and spent most of his time in his sanctuary, rarely attracting the world's attention.
"Then why did you suddenly decide to change into this form today?" Artoria asked curiously again.
But faced with such a simple question, Bailong was silent for a long time.
"Little dragon?"
It wasn't until Artoria made a puzzled sound, and the ahoge on her head bent into a "?" shape, that the boy gently shook his head, showing a nonchalant expression.
"It's nothing."
"I just wanted you to see it."
...
Bailong continued to chat with Artoria.
Although they always had many topics to talk about, the most crucial topic at the moment was undoubtedly related to the White Dragon King who had merged with Britain.
"Merlin said..."
"Mm, I've already found a solution!"
Before Artoria could ask the question, Bailong answered with great confidence.
—Not Merlin's answer, but an answer he had come up with himself.
"Ah? What solution?"
Artoria was a little curious—but rarely, this little dragon, who had always been open with her, was now being uncharacteristically secretive.
"You'll know in a moment."
Bailong said confidently.
At the same time, a gust of wind suddenly rose from his body.
The wind swept up the boy's body, kicking up a cloud of dust, and also swept Artoria into it.
And when Artoria opened her eyes again, she found that she was already flying in the sky. Below her was a white giant dragon, flying towards the demonic dragon's location with a belief in certain victory.
"Watch!"
"No matter what the outcome—but the victory of this battle, I am determined to have it!"
...
The White Fortress.
When Bailong and Artoria once again arrived above this fortress city that had become a demonic dragon's lair, it was raining.
It was a continuous drizzle, constantly beating down on the demonic dragon entrenched in the city.
Compared to a few days ago, this demonic dragon's condition seemed to be much better.
—Of course, it could also be said to be much worse.
The reason the demonic dragon had appeared so weak before was because Vortigern's "humanity" and the will of the island of Britain were constantly fighting.
And now, perhaps having completed the true assimilation, the demonic dragon that had merged with the island of Britain was no longer in that dying state.
He could already raise his head and look at the figure standing in the sky with an arrogant expression—
"My younger brother, son of Uther!"
"Don't you understand yet? This island has no future!"
"Even you cannot save this island... no, it should be said that it is precisely because of the existence of beings like you and me that this island will be destroyed."
"Because the power that resides in our bodies cannot coexist with humanity!"
"As long as you are alive, Britain has no future—curse it, the Britain of the past has long since perished!"
The demonic dragon laughed maniacally, questioning the king in the sky from his very soul.
The king remained silent, unable to answer this question.
But, she didn't need to answer this question anymore.
"So, are you done with your last words?"
The white dragon in the sky let out a roar that shook the heavens.
The sound wave dispersed the dark clouds and stopped the rain.
In the azure sky, only the giant dragon symbolizing [Certain Victory] was shining with a dazzling azure light.
"Oh, giant dragon born from holiness, fly into the chaotic mire and unleash the whip of total defeat upon my enemy!"
"Ritual Summon—"
"Descend, Dragon of Certain Victory, Blue-Eyes Chaos MAX Dragon!!!"
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