Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

A dragon!

A dragon with wings spanning hundreds of meters, blotting out the sky!

Its scales shimmered with a silver-white radiance, appearing incredibly cool and beautiful under the sun.

Yet this was a deadly beauty that brought destruction.

It was the master of the British Isles.

As the Age of Gods gradually faded, it became the enemy of all life in Britain, defending the last remnants of mystery.

Even just watching it, countless viewers outside the screen could feel a suffocating pressure—

-[OMG! A dragon! The world-ending white dragon!]

-[This special effects sequence is absolutely god-tier, how did they even achieve this?]

-[I suspect UP master Alaya actually caught a real dragon!]

-[So this is how powerful the Vile King Vortigern is, no wonder King Uther and Merlin couldn't defeat him even together, forced to hide in their nest laying eggs and desperately pushing King Arthur to work harder!]

...

No explanation or declaration was needed.

Simply by standing there, it perfectly embodied the posture of an apocalyptic calamity.

A true world-ending white dragon!

Artoria, holding Excalibur, stood before the giant dragon as small as an ant.

It seemed a mere breath could kill her instantly!

Yet.

This perfection-seeking King of Knights pointed her sword at the enemy: "Vile King, the times have changed! The last mystery you pursue has long been replaced by civilization!"

"No, the times have not changed. I am Britain's god!"

The white dragon roared with a voice that shook heaven and earth.

"Your efforts are futile. Mystery has already ended. Civilization will surely bring smiles to all humanity."

The holy sword in Artoria's hands erupted with dazzling radiance.

Within her chest, the heart of the Red Dragon beat wildly, releasing terrifying magical energy.

Vast amounts of mana surged into the holy sword, pushing this city-destroying anti-fortress Noble Phantasm to its limits.

"For the continuation of human civilization, please die!"

"Excalibur!"

As King Arthur loudly invoked the sword's true name, an extremely brilliant pillar of light rapidly formed and came crashing down upon the dragon!

This sword strike gathered the faith and hope of countless soldiers yearning for victory, the future of all Britain.

Only by defeating the Vile King Vortigern could Britain truly continue to exist.

Otherwise, humanity will be slaughtered by it!

Endless radiance erupted, completely engulfing the colossal dragon.

All eyes were fixed, everyone eager to know the outcome.

However, at the center of the light, a black hole seemed to appear.

All radiance was unable to escape, utterly devoured by it.

When the light finally dissipated, that towering figure still stood upon the earth!

Completely unscathed!

"Hahaha, useless, useless!"

The voice of the Vile King Vortigern resounded, filled with boundless mockery, "Your holy sword exists to protect the world, and I am the world itself!"

"I am the one true god upon the land of Britain!"

"A mere group of mortals dares to challenge a deity in my divine kingdom on earth—you shall be annihilated!"

Originally just an ordinary king of a foreign race, but after merging with the blood of the White Dragon, he became the very island of Britain.

King Arthur, born in Britain, even with the blood of Pendragon and the heart of the Red Dragon, could never oppose it.

By slaying King Arthur, humanity's last hope, it would ascend to become a true god.

Eternally ruling over this land!

-[Holy shit, how is it completely unharmed? That was like a nuclear bomb going off!]

-[Damn, no wonder Merlin was so strong yet could only turn into a second bird, tormenting King Arthur in dreams every day, desperately trying to make her stronger!]

-[We're doomed, who can stop it now?]

-[As expected of a dragon arrogant enough to call itself a god—it truly has the power!]

-[Nameless, it's your turn. Hurry and join King Arthur to slay it together!]

...

The unscathed White Dragon instantly shattered everyone's confidence.

Countless onlookers fell into extreme terror, as if witnessing the apocalypse.

Yet, a familiar red cloak appeared beside King Arthur, instantly calming everyone.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit had finally arrived!

Looking up at the dragon, he scoffed, "Oh, a mere oversized lizard dares to arrogantly call itself a god?"

"A mere insect dares to challenge a deity?"

The Vile King Vortigern unleashed a massive dragon's breath.

Boom!

A torrent of dragon's breath, like a river, surged toward him.

But the Nameless Heroic Spirit neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, layers of purple petals appeared before him—

"Rho Aias!"

Each delicate-looking petal possessed defensive power surpassing city walls.

The terrifying dragon's breath shattered six petals before stopping at the seventh.

Before the White Dragon could attack again,

The Nameless Heroic Spirit laughed, "Since you arrogantly wish to be a god, then stay right where you are!"

Golden chains surged from all directions behind him, coiling around the dragon like serpents.

"Enkidu!"

Possessing the "restraint of the divine."

The higher the divinity, the stronger the chains, making them harder to break.

One of the few Noble Phantasms effective against gods!

"Roar!"

The White Dragon let out a deafening roar.

The entire earth trembled, yet it could not break free.

Enkidu perfectly countered its condensed divinity.

The higher the divinity, the harder it was to escape.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit turned his head and called out, "Lily, it's your turn."

"Mm!"

A radiant spear appeared in Artoria's hand.

The young girl raised the holy spear, pointing it at the White Dragon—

"Rhongomyniad, the Shining Spear of the End!"

Hum~

The entire world seemed to respond as the mystery shrouding the White Dragon began to dissipate completely.

Its authority as the very incarnation of Britain was utterly stripped away!

The once-arrogant Vortigern, who sought to annihilate humanity, now let out a terrified roar: "No! I am the eternal ruler of Britain! The great me cannot vanish!"

Alas, it was futile.

The radiant brilliance of the holy spear pierced through it, stripping away every last vestige of its authority.

The colossal body of the White Dragon was pinned mercilessly to the earth, unable to move even an inch.

The nameless Heroic Spirit stepped forward, wielding a weapon that filled the beast with dread.

Its name was—[Gram]

The demonic sword of honor and destruction, once wielded by Sigurd, the greatest hero of Norse legend.

A sword originally embedded in the World Tree, reforged from fragments inherited from his father.

A Noble Phantasm forged with the power to slay dragons.

The very prototype of the sword King Arthur drew from the stone in myth!

Like a bolt of lightning, the nameless Heroic Spirit appeared before the dragon's head and swung the dragon-slaying demonic sword down with devastating force.

The blade erupted with boundless, sinister dark energy.

The White Dragon's immensely tough scales were torn apart as if they were mere paper.

A head as massive as a small mountain crashed to the ground with a thunderous impact!

Dragon Slaying!!!

Blood gushed violently from the White Dragon's severed neck, forming a towering fountain of crimson.

The earth was dyed red, transforming into a strange, dragon-slaying land saturated with immense magical energy.

From the dragon's blood, a single rose sprouted—blooming into a vivid, blood-red rose.

The nameless heroic spirit stepped forward, plucked the rose, and presented it to the maiden: "Lily, the age of gods has passed. Now is the era of humanity!"

"As the King of Britain, you should bear witness to the rise and fall of mankind!"

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