[Although the army is beyond human demonic path]
[However, conceptually, there is still a gap compared to the Mad Dragon Vortigern, just like humans cannot fight against deities.]
[This is inherently a treacherous battle against the heavens.]
[Precisely for this reason, the demon army is so eager to defy common sense and seize this impossible victory.]
[The battle situation is not optimistic.]
[Screams echo, and blood splatters.]
[Although Melusine has the ability to evade attacks, the soldiers of the legion are not as agile as her; those ensnared by darkness can only be devoured, turning into its food.]
[The realm dragon in the sky continues to dodge.]
[The indestructible demon army repeatedly experiences death and resurrection, spilling blood and sweat as they charge into the endless dark kingdom.]
[One by one, the commanders are getting injured.]
[Although the assault continues, it is almost ineffective; if this repetition continues, it will only tire the army.]
"Anyone can see this downward trend. Moran, as the king, are you still not planning to take action? Hiding behind your subordinates is not the kind of dominance expected of a ruler, is it?
Or do you think you can defeat me, the embodiment of Britain, without lifting a finger, relying solely on this military might? Even arrogance has its limits."
Vortigern spread its wings and floated in mid-air.
It looked down at Moran from a high vantage point.
As if to avenge the defeat from the déjà vu, it spread its arms and intensified the release of darkness.
It was as if a hole had opened in the world.
It swallowed all the brilliance possessed by the demon army, and a chilling aura continuously flowed out.
A strange sensation was spreading.
The degree of influence varied for each person.
The flesh was indiscriminately decomposed by darkness.
The front line of the indestructible army was breaking apart one by one.
Hydras, synthetic chimeras, sea dragons, and others were ensnared by darkness, rotting away, falling into a sea as dark as ink.
It accelerated continuously on this battlefield.
The army seemed to be on the verge of collapse, about to reach a breaking point.
"Wow, you can actually achieve this level. Were you afraid of severely injuring Britain by not using it on the island before?"
Moran held the golden sword.
He maintained a calm demeanor, matching his tone.
Although it was quite vague, he could indeed feel that dark wave, which was pulling him in.
The brilliance attached to him was also dimming.
The edges of his cloak were gradually weathering and breaking apart.
"Merlin, are you ready?"
"Calculating the time, Morgan should be almost done.
Moran, how much longer do you need?
You and Melusine can withstand this darkness, but if the legion continues like this, they might go insane."
Merlin played the role of a strategist.
She explained the situation to Moran.
"…Are we going to be consumed by this darkness? I still need a little more time. However, no matter what, I can't let my lovely subordinates be bullied by this old bastard."
Moran said as he combed his pitch-black hair upward.
His briefly hidden face reappeared, and the brilliance and cloak attached to him returned to their original strong form.
As if he had never been affected by darkness from the start.
He still had the luxury of seizing victory.
"That said, what I want is a complete victory, to make this unyielding guy lose convincingly. Merlin, the show from the guest's perspective ends here; you should also add some glory to my victory."
Moran commanded in a kingly tone.
It was filled with trust in the dream demon before him.
"Oh dear, in the end, it's still you who has arranged for me to deal with troublesome matters. But, who told me I owe you my heart?
However, I expect a reward afterward, Your Majesty; I'm sure you won't be stingy, right?"
Before leaving, Merlin smiled at Moran.
She wore an eager smile, knowing that the reward this guy sought was definitely not something ordinary.
"…I won't hold it against you this time.
Two victories, whether in reason or in military might, I want to achieve complete victory from both sides—"
On the other side, Vortigern spoke again: "Moran, are you still not planning to move?"
"Vortigern, don't rush me; I trust my soldiers, and they trust me. They still haven't been subdued, see?"
[Vortigern was somewhat irritated.]
[Last time it lost to you, so merely defeating the soldiers below was not enough; what it truly wanted to crush was you.]
[However, when you nodded in acknowledgment,]
[A refreshing and charming fragrance flowed in, and upon closer inspection, a sea of flowers extended, covering the entire darkness.]
[The soldiers who had been tormented by darkness]
[Instantly regained their sense of self.]
[Moreover, they could feel the gifts of this sea of flowers, and their fighting spirit ignited once again.]
"…Damn dream demon! Hmph, useless… This is just a replay of the earlier farce."
Vortigern noticed that it was Merlin who cast the spell.
She replaced part of the darkness with a sea of flowers.
But, this was ultimately just a delaying tactic.
As long as the source, Vortigern, was not dealt with, the darkness would continue to breed.
"A farce? I can't agree with that.
Vortigern, do you really think this is the full strength of my army?
What I want to achieve is a realm where light and darkness can converge, a land that continues this divine era to the end. See our ideals clearly; the next part will be a splendid performance. Please, do understand the faith of my army."
Moran revealed a bright smile.
His pitch-black hair swayed again with the wind, radiating a fearless and confident light of victory.
This left Vortigern deeply confused.
Why, why is it still so dazzling at this point?
[As if to answer Vortigern's confusion,]
[The sky once again unfolded the water mirror magecraft.]
[A holy and magnificent castle wall gradually emerged, being projected onto the sea.]
[It appeared before them in an instant.]
[The purer the dragon species, the more pure their intuition; high-ranking dragon species can even see the future.]
[Although Vortigern is not a pure dragon species,]
[It cannot see the future either.]
[But, it used a certain intuition, and its instincts warned it to immediately stop that wall.]
[There was something dangerous there.]
[Engraved on the wall were twelve magical formulas, each line tightly connected, overflowing with an inviolable holy aura.]
[This was undoubtedly a nemesis against this darkness.]
[Surging, surging—great source magical power continuously surged forth, like the waves of the sea of stars being stirred up.]
[Not good, this is quite bad.]