Reiger’s counterattack came with such ferocity, such savagery, that it utterly shattered Lancelot, leaving him powerless to resist.

Many people witnessed this scene.

Among them was Pasival.

"————!"

For a moment, Pasival’s face changed dramatically, as if he was on the verge of abandoning the battlefield to rush to Lancelot’s side.

"Where are you looking?"

At this moment, on the contrary, Bagster, Lancelot’s colleague, struck out unhesitatingly with a heavy slash, sending Pasival flying as he panicly raised his lance to block.

"Daring to glance around on the battlefield, so the so-called Holy Knight is only this much."

Bagster seemed not the least bit concerned about Lancelot’s condition, only dissatisfied with Pasival’s distraction.

"Pasival!"

In the rear, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was responsible for support, called out worriedly.

"...Sorry, I’m fine, I won’t do it again."

Pasival’s hands gripping the lance were trembling, seemingly numbed, which showed just how heavy Bagster’s blow had been.

Now, Pasival dared not be distracted any longer, suppressing the turmoil in his heart to focus on the enemy before him.

Of course, even if he did not do this, Bagster had no time to care about him.

After all, Altoria had erupted, magic power was being squandered as if it were endless, bombarding Bagster frantically, making Bagster click his tongue involuntarily.

"Though still immature, is it a true Elf from the paradise after all?"

Nothing else needs to be said; just the scale of this magic power was not inferior to anyone Bagster had seen.

Even Morgan, in terms of raw magic power, not counting what was stored in the throne, probably could not guarantee being stronger than Altoria at this moment.

"What a pure Magic Power fool, really."

Bagster frankly expressed his thoughts.

"Who are you calling a Magic Power fool...?!"

Altoria immediately reacted as if a sore spot had been touched, viciously unleashing that excess magic power.

The ground battle continued.

Reiger also retracted the great serpent, looking down upon the pit in the ground, and after a moment, turned his back, heading towards Camelot.

"...Where do you think you’re going?"

From the pit in the ground, a voice arose at just the right moment to stop him.

"To put an end to things."

Reiger did not turn back, he simply stated this.

"I won’t let you go."

A voice, weak yet extraordinarily resolute, sounded, causing a figure to rise from the underground.

Covered in blood, full of wounds, Lancelot’s armor was completely shattered, his armguards were fragmented, leaving only remnants; his appearance was extremely tragic.

Yet despite such misery, such bedraggledness, the aura and magic power radiating from Lancelot did not decline but instead increased.

The aura began to become ancient, mysterious.

"You are right, I should not harbor any more illusions."

No longer referring to himself as "I," Lancelot, at this moment, erupted with a terrifying and formidable aura.

It was as if the oldest creature on this planet was about to awaken from slumber, and from Lancelot’s body, a filthy darkness spread wildly, like a swamp.

"Let me show you."

"The filthy me, the unsightly me, the true nature of who I am."

"Even if I cannot survive in this Britain anymore, I will protect her and offer her everything of mine."

Ascended again into the sky, the voice coming from Lancelot seemed still as if echoing from deep underground, ominous and terrifying.

Then, the darkness emanating from her enveloped her entire body, repairing her damaged form while coiling around her arms, thighs, back, and half of her cheek.

Before long, Lancelot, who reappeared in the world, underwent a complete transformation.

Her figure remained petite.

Her limbs stayed slender.

Her silver hair swayed in the air, appearing as pure and immaculate as ever.

However, her arms and feet seemed tainted by the world’s most impure darkness, with a pitch-black inorganic shell appearing on the surface, her hands becoming fierce, her feet turning into dragon claws, and half her face was darkened, sharply contrasting with the other fair half, resembling angels and demons in union.

A pair of pitch-black dragon wings appeared on her back, and she held a pair of black spears with tips on both ends, pointed top and bottom, wide in the middle with a circular ring in the center.

The oldest and most ferocious dragon in history, manifested here.

"What——?!"

Watching the ferocious figure and feeling the overwhelming pressure emanating from her, countless people on the ground were suffocated at that moment.

"That is..."

Pasival widened his eyes, staring blankly at the girl who revealed her true nature.

"Finally..."

Bagster displayed a complex expression.

"Detected abnormal spirit base values!"

Matthew shouted there.

"It’s the dragon kind!"

Indeed, it’s the dragon kind.

From this moment on, the evil dragon ravaging Britain fully manifested.

"My true name is Melusine."

A dark murky echo like a swamp resounded from the dragon girl at this moment, entering everyone’s ears.

Melusine, the fairy from the Panhuman History of France. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She is the protagonist in the folk fairy tale theme "Exotic Marriage", in the story she possesses a snake tail and dragon wings, a half-human half-fairy beauty.

She is a mixed-blood born of humans and fairies, a beautiful girl, yet cursed for imprisoning her father in a cave, turning her lower half into a snake every Saturday.

When her lover saw her lower half in snake form, her curse intensified, further transforming her into a terrifying serpent.

In this British Lostbelt, she is the descendant of Albion, the oldest pure-blood dragon, born from Albion’s left claw after its power was exhausted and it died.

Thus, she is both a dragon and a fairy, although unlike Melusine in Panhuman History, she lacks human lineage, yet to some extent, she remains a hybrid.

After Albion died, she existed upon the Dragon Corpse Swamp dragon remains for countless years, devoid of intellect or form, until discovered and embraced from the corrupt swamp by "her", transforming out of admiration for the beautiful being into a beautiful girl form.

Her name was given by the other person, whom she served and loved deeply, even exterminating the entire tribe of Mirror that resided near her body for the beloved.

She became an Elf Knight, accepted Morgan’s bestowed name, aiming to maintain this form rather than to pledge allegiance to Morgan.

Ultimately, there’s only one person she truly wants to serve.

That is the beautiful entity who embraced her from the corrupt swamp that day.

"Her Majesty’s bestowed name is merely a shackle to me."

"Human swordsmanship will only impede me."

"Although not without yearning for the supposedly flawless Round Table Knights, the name Lancelot is merely a restraint on me, her love is the foundation of my form and power."

"Therefore, for her, even if I must revert to this tainted form, I’ll willingly embrace it."

If Albion is the holy pure white dragon, then she born from dragon remains and swamp is the corrupted evil dragon.

"I won’t let you harm her."

She—Melusine declared darkly yet high-spiritedly, sending a menacing magic power surging across the sky.

Facing the magic power fierce as a tsunami, Reiger’s smile finally appeared more sincere.

"Then let’s try, evil dragon."