Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 161 - : Gather, Guardians of the Round Table

"Is that so? So, this time the opponent is Albion, the most noble embodiment of miracles on the island of Britain."

Artoria nodded in understanding.

She had already swung her cloak and raised her face to look directly at Albion, her beautiful face showing no trace of fear.

This fearless posture reflected in the eyes of the knights.

They could not help but tremble with excitement.

"However, it is merely the lingering souls of the past. Today, we are the living of the present. Let the last dragon witness our awareness for the continuation of survival! Let it understand the will with which we have come here; this is the starting point of our journey!

Gather, guardians of the Round Table!"

Artoria raised her sword with both hands.

The thirteen Knights of the Round Table stood behind her, each responding to her call with loyalty and reverence.

[This is a battle belonging to humanity]

[As the last dragon's existing embodiment, what you must do now is to remember this future and record it]

[However, you need not worry]

[The brilliance displayed by the gathering of the Round Table at this moment is more dazzling than anything else]

[It is merely the remnants of the ancient dragon]

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[It will never be an obstacle to their progress]

First, Gawain and Lancelot took the lead.

The two raised their holy swords as if competing, the sun's rays and the lake's light bursting forth in dazzling brilliance.

Even the holy sword struggled to cut through dragon scales.

But that does not mean there are no weaknesses.

As long as they repeatedly attacked and focused on one point, the holy swords in their hands could still be effective.

As for the dragon's fiery breath.

Galahad raised the shield of the Round Table, manifesting the chalky castle walls, blocking it all with his noble and unyielding will.

Percival healed everyone with the holy spear.

Tristan predicted attacks by capturing the wind direction with his ears and played the harp to strategically harass the dragon.

Mordred fully displayed the rebellious knight's essence.

He faced the dragon's breath head-on, swinging his sword.

With a crimson thunder, he slashed at the dragon's wings, preventing it from soaring in the sky and gaining air superiority.

[Even if the Knights of the Round Table cooperate seamlessly]

[The last dragon's fierce fire has not extinguished; instead, it has become even more vigorous, showing no signs of defeat]

[They still lack a fatal blow]

[After fighting for hundreds of rounds]

[The Knights of the Round Table felt physically and mentally exhausted, yet their attacking momentum showed no signs of weakening]

[It was as if they were saying they could never be defeated by the dragon]

[This is their proud Round Table, where the king they support stands, and the future lies ahead]

[How could they have any reason to retreat?]

The light of the holy sword was covered by the light of the realm.

The faint light could only be swallowed by a stronger light; only Artoria's dazzling figure could be relied upon.

The light was weak but would never disappear, guiding everyone like a lighthouse even in the storm.

Even though it was merely the lingering soul of the last dragon.

It was also one of the oldest mysteries of this planet.

Humans wanted to challenge such a dragon.

The difficulty was no less than that of an ant shaking a tree.

"Gawain, Lancelot, you two are the strongest knights in the Round Table. I need your help. The last dragon is just throwing a tantrum; we cannot let it go unchecked."

Artoria revealed a spirited smile.

In an instant, the two men who were cast in her gaze were filled with fighting spirit, once again facing the dragon alongside their king.

Gawain and Lancelot seized the opportunity.

Their repeated attacks began to take effect, pinning the dragon's claws to the ground with their two holy swords.

Human weapons could not deal with the dragon.

The two holy swords present were used to restrain it, while the last holy sword was naturally meant to deliver the finishing blow.

"This brilliance is the hope of the stars, the proof of life illuminating the earth! Witness it, the sword of victory of the oath—!"

At that moment, Artoria seized the chance for victory.

A radiant light overflowing with hope burst forth.

The breath of the planet was unleashed by the holy sword, striking out alongside her resilient will.

The dragon's eyes deeply gazed at this magnificent light.

It seemed to carve it into its pupils.

How much time had passed?

Even if they tried to hold on, the knights began to feel fatigue.

Even bathed in the planet's heat.

The last dragon's form still stood strong.

"Can you withstand Gawain's revolving sword of victory, Lancelot's Arondight, and my sword of victory! Can you still stand upon this earth!?"

Artoria held her sword with a troubled expression...

They personally experienced why Albion was hailed as the strongest dragon.

Just as the Knights of the Round Table were about to initiate a second round of battle.

The dragon's soul showed an unusual reaction.

The brilliance that had been attached to it was fading, as if announcing the end of the battle.

This left Artoria and the others puzzled.

Moran, however, revealed a joyful smile and said, "Albion... How about it? My choice wasn't bad, right?"

"I bear witness, I give my approval.

To witness such brilliance again after a thousand years, I had long forgotten this feeling... for too long..."

The dragon soul of Albion flickered continuously.

It seemed as if it would dissipate at any moment.

Hearing this, Artoria and the others lowered their guard, feeling no trace of battle intent from Albion.

"It's over... is it?"

Artoria was still in shock.

She had thought they needed to defeat Albion.

From the very beginning, Albion had never said such a thing; it simply wanted to see if the successor was worthy.

The Knights of the Round Table had completely misunderstood.

In fact, Albion had more than just that thought.

It was like seeing its own son bring home a wife; as a parent, it naturally wanted to witness it.

Now, having seen Artoria and the others.

It granted them its approval.

"...Ah, I can hear the bell—though my heartbeat has ceased, my beloved child, my avatar, your heartbeat is still active..."

The dragon soul of Albion was very vague.

It had devolved into a misty form that could only be vaguely seen.

From its words, one could feel tenderness and love, as well as pride in its returning beloved child.

[Albion knows, and understands]

[It is clear how arduous and painful your journey has been, and it is moved that you can have your own record]

[Now, it wishes to offer its blessing]

[This is not only born from love for its offspring and progeny, but also because it believes you and humanity can complete that unfinished business].