Chapter 102: As Long As I Can Get The White Dragon And King Arthur To Fight, I...
Noah rejected Morgan's proposal to bring some manpower mainly because everyone in Britain who could currently accompany him to the Rhongomyniad magical realm already had their hands full with other matters.
With Noah away, Morgan would need to stay behind in Camelot during this period as a precaution.
Scáthach still had matters to attend to in Pictavia; she had left for Pictavia two days ago and was not in Camelot at all.
White's true self had gone to Rome to investigate Noah's origins.
Artoria had taken leave.
After Artoria went on leave, Kay, aside from patrol duties, also had to handle some tasks that should have been handled by the royal guard. Sir Ector was helping Kay share the workload.
King Rience had to deal with the already complicated affairs and commercial matters in the south.
King Lot was handling the aftermath of the Saxon barbarians' suppression, which had been carried out under the pretext of northern affairs.
King Rivalen was responsible for coordinating with Scáthach's work.
As for King Pellinore, during this period when Camelot had just signed an agreement with the north, he was tasked with stabilizing the entire northern situation.
As for Merlin... he seemed to have realized that Noah did not want him to meet with Morgan, so a few days ago, he left Camelot under the pretext of the task Noah had assigned him—searching for the Holy Sword.
Under such circumstances, with everyone occupied, Noah felt that eliminating these fairies was not worth interrupting their current work.
Thus, Noah did not bring them along.
But he was not the type of person who would insist on handling enemies alone when he could find idle helpers.
So, although he appeared to go alone, he actually had two helpers.
One was Mary.
And the other...
"It's Vortigern!"
"Quick, defend! Why is this White Dragon in the magical realm!?"
A massive White Dragon soared in the sky above the Rhongomyniad magical realm, its dark flames spreading across the newly born Fairy Forest.
Above the forest, countless green magic circles opened toward the sky, but as the enormous White Dragon opened its maw, all these radiant manifestations of magecraft and miracles were swallowed whole by the dragon.
It was the embodiment of despair.
It was the embodiment of darkness.
Before it, there was no glory, nor any miracles!
The fairies had just sealed the entrance to the Rhongomyniad and were about to hold a celebration feast when Vortigern appeared in the Fairy Forest.
Moreover, he showed no intention of communicating with them, launching an attack without a word.
—This, of course, could not be Vortigern herself.
Her true self was currently in Rome, and the one in the sky was merely a White Dragon avatar she was remotely controlling.
The strength of the White Dragon avatar was far inferior to Vortigern's own.
Even with her personally controlling it, the power it could exert was still limited—at best, one-tenth of her own—and it could not enter a second state.
A White Dragon avatar of this level could be slain by the Britain from Noah's Alchemy King simulation at a minimal cost.
Yet, the fairies, who followed the same path of mystery as that simulated Britain and even possessed higher-level mystical knowledge, could only think of defense when faced with such a White Dragon avatar.
They simply dared not strike against Vortigern!
At this moment, their first thought was defense, and after setting up their defenses, it was only natural that they thought of escape!
Thus, unable to stop Vortigern's destructive actions or halt the spread of the black flames, these fairies, led by the Fairy Elder, proactively reopened the door they had just sealed shut not long ago.
"Hurry, we're no match for Vortigern—let's escape from the magical realm and seek help from King Arthur in Camelot!"
"That noble King of Knights is our only hope now. He fears not Vortigern and will not stand idly by while we perish. Let's flee! Escape means survival!"
Just moments ago, they were ready to kick Noah aside, yet now, after encountering Vortigern, their first thought was still to seek Noah's help.
Perhaps they thought that since they had just sealed the door, Noah wouldn't be aware of the situation yet.
Perhaps they believed that sealing the door and quickly reopening it could be easily explained away with some excuse, or even blamed on Vortigern.
Or perhaps... they might have even thought it was only natural for humans to help them!
But when they lifted the door's seal, they were met with despair—the door was gone!
The magical realm door that should have been there had vanished!
Then, in their utter despair, the space where the door should have been began to distort.
Amidst this large-scale distortion, like a thin mist reflected in the air, a knight emerged—wielding a sword in his left hand and a lance in his right, with white fur resembling that of a silver lion trailing behind his helmet.
The fairies did not recognize the Holy Lance, but they knew Caliburn.
They had never seen Noah wearing a helmet, but they recognized his armor.
Thus, as the roar of the dragon drew nearer, the fairies rushed toward Noah, filled with agitation.
"Hurry, King Arthur! The magical realm has been invaded by the White Dragon. Protect us!"
The fairies shouted as if Noah's help were something to be taken for granted.
And then...
The fairy at the forefront, upon reaching Noah, was instantly beheaded by his sword.
Blood splattered across the faces of the fairies behind it, bringing the charging group to an abrupt halt.
The head of the fallen fairy rolled on the ground, eventually coming to rest facing its kin—the fairy died with a smile, a joyful expression, its lifeless eyes still faintly holding a glimmer of hope.
Its head acted like a dividing line, sharply separating Noah and the fairies into two sides.
The fairies dared not advance, but Noah kicked the fairy's head aside, effortlessly crossing the boundary. His pace quickened as he charged directly toward the group of fairies!
"Quick, stop him!"
The fairies cried out, and those not completely stunned by the event unleashed Magecraft against Noah.
But it was futile!
There was no need for Mary's assistance, nor even the use of Observation Haki to evade.
Under Noah's overwhelmingly powerful Divinity, the mystical forces these Fairies could control were utterly insignificant!
Noah was completely immune to these offensive and restraining spells.
Then, after the Fairies constructed their defensive spells, Noah's eyes, hidden within the gaps of his helmet, began to glow.
————Conqueror's Haki, erupt!
His terrifying divine might radiated outward from him as the core.
The trees around him toppled backward under this divine pressure, as if fleeing from Noah's presence or bowing in worship!
The ground around him cracked, and the earth beneath his feet, as if bearing something immensely grand, sank downward!
Within a considerable radius, Noah was the core of this depression, which moved with him as its center.
Then, the Fairies on the sloping ground began sliding toward Noah as they ran!
The defensive spells they had constructed twisted, blurred, and ultimately vanished completely under Noah's divine might!
The fleeing Fairies felt as if the air had solidified and frozen!
Weaker individuals couldn't even muster their magical power. Some were directly knocked unconscious, while others, though conscious, could do nothing but helplessly plummet toward Noah, only to be slain by his sword or pierced by his spear.
In short, no survivors would be left.
The stronger ones barely managed to channel unstable magical power to fly out of this depression, which resembled a deathly grinding wheel.
They thought this was the path to hope.
But...
After they took flight, what blocked their path was the enormous White Dragon!
Noah waited for them on the ground, while the colossal White Dragon in the sky had long since opened its maw.
They... had nowhere left to flee!
Despair began to set in among the Fairies, but the Fairy Elder, who had also flown out of the depression, now spoke directly to the White Dragon.
"Great Vortigern, your mortal enemy, King Arthur, is on the ground below—we are mere ants you could crush at any moment, but the one below is your great foe. He lured us into the sky to drain your strength!"
"We are indeed insignificant, but wasting even the slightest bit of your power on insignificant beings like us would be falling right into your mortal enemy's scheme!"
"As you can see, we cannot escape from here either. So, compared to ants and vermin like us, shouldn't you focus on the enemy who truly threatens you?"
Compared to the other Fairies, the Fairy Elder believed there might still be a sliver of hope.
If they could make the White Dragon and King Arthur fight, they still had a chance!
If the White Dragon and King Arthur wounded each other severely, they might even have an opportunity to turn the tables!
When the Fairy Elder first spoke, it felt it had grasped the only hope.
After finishing its words, it even felt it could see a future where the Fairies emerged victorious!
They still had a chance!