Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 119 - : I Will Keep Moving Forward

[The Dragon of the Boundary and the Mad Dragon clashed]

[To prevent the aftermath of their battle from affecting the outside world, the island could no longer endure further strain]

[You deployed a Holy Barrier]

[A square barrier spanning ten kilometers in diameter, like a canopy, covered the land shrouded in darkness]

[The undying army that defied the gods]

[The tide of countless magical beasts]

[They launched wave after wave of attacks against Vortigern, depleting magical energy at an alarming rate]

[The results were almost immediately apparent]

[Even with the entire island of Britain as his anchor, Vortigern was pushed back by your relentless assault]

[The Mad Dragon's wails echoed across the sky]

[Your advantage did not come easily]

[Magical beasts, divine beasts, and soldiers were continuously devoured by the darkness. While fighting Vortigern, who was now the island's flesh, you also bore the world's hostility, your body constantly screaming in pain]

[You were under attack from three fronts]

[No one could imagine the immense pressure you endured. The closer you came to victory, the more your soul shattered]

"Gah—ah—huff..."

Moran gasped heavily for breath.

He was draped in the radiant Golden Fleece.

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[Golden Fleece (EX)]

He could summon the fleece imbued with the miracles of the gods at any moment, capable of healing his wounds with just a glance.

Though he hadn't been injured by Vortigern,

his body was constantly pushed to its limits.

If it weren't for the Golden Fleece sustaining him,

he wouldn't have been able to recklessly expend his magical energy maintain his true form in battle for so long.

[A cold frost began to cover the land]

[You wouldn't have chos to use this skill lightly, but now you had no choice]

[You had to use everything at your disposal]

[To fight against the final madness of the Age of Gods' end]

[There could be no room for complacency]

[The frost of the Principle of Freezing spread outward, instantly turning the entire barrier into a wasteland where humans could not tread]

[The temperature dropped to minus one hundred degrees Celsius]

[Though you could use the Principle of Freezing to resist the world, you wouldn't survive by relying on it]

[Within this singularity formed by the Principle]

[You could avoid being targeted by the world's rules]

[The Principle of Freezing was an extreme principle that excluded the possibility of life. It was both power and a curse]

[If you relied on this Principle to survive]

[In the end, you would turn Britain into a frozen wasteland, a cold world where only the strongest dragon could survive]

[This Principle was extremely detrimental to Britain]

[Yet, it was highly effective against Vortigern, the will of the island]

"The poison that erodes the planet! Albion, how do you possess such power!?"

Vortigern's wings were frozen by the frost,

preventing it from taking flight.

Even breathing would steal away its warmth.

It felt its connection to the island of Britain fading as the Principle of Freezing covered the land,

even rivaling its own darkness.

In its memory, Albion had never wielded such power.

[You both used every means at your disposal]

[In the end, even the barrier began to collapse]

[To prevent the Principle of Freezing from eroding Britain, you had to relinquish your advantage and withdraw the Principle back into your body]

[On one side was an ancient dragon severely overextended]

[On the other was a battered and wounded mad dragon]

[Neither of you were in ideal condition, but the fighting spirit in your eyes remained undiminished]

"Albion, you've given up your advantage! If you had continued to use the poison of the world, you could have easily defeated me! Are you still fixated on the future of humanity!?"

"Of course. What I desire is not a frozen wasteland for one. If I were to do this just to defeat you, how would I be any different from you, who has succumbed to madness? Humanity is ugly and flawed, but I believe that even in this mire, there is still light that can dispel all darkness!"

Moran raised his dragon head, gasping for breath.

Though he bore no visible injuries,

the etheric magical energy emanating from his body was faint.

Even breathing was filled with pain.

"Naive! Humanity can even devour the light of the sun! They hypocritically sing praises of their evil as true light, even glorifying it as an ideal world, filled with pride! Such a species only disgusts me! No matter what, I will never accept it! Great Britain does not need to be tainted by the filth of human order!"

Vortigern roared as it lunged at Moran.

Now, it was a battle of sheer willpower.

It extended its dragon head, revealing a bottomless black maw.

Exceptionally powerful, it concentrated all its strength.

"So what!? I accept it all! I observe everything, I watch over everything! If it truly becomes as hopeless as you say, I will act! Not wallow in despair like you, sinking into madness!"

Moran also extended his dragon head.

The two dragons tore into each other's flesh.

The battle was far from over. In just a few seconds,

they both roared again, driven by instinct.

The roars and clashes echoed across the plains.

"Vortigern, I'm different from you, who has despaired over the evils of humanity! I won't run, and I won't yield! I will face it head-on! Even if I must fight against human order, I will not admit defeat!"

Moran and Vortigern were fundamentally different.

The latter sought to drag all known things into destruction, using death as a final act of resistance against human order.

Vortigern had accepted defeat from the start.

But Moran, faced with overwhelming despair and adversity, stubbornly clung to the faintest possibility.

Despair and defeat were never his choices.

"So, Albion! You don't just want to watch over everything! You want to judge it all!? Even Britain cannot resist the changes of human order! Yet you believe you can!? How arrogant! Why can you be so self-assured!?"

"Of course! Even if I fail this time, as long as I live, I will keep fighting! Vortigern, you were crushed by despair and fell into madness. From the start, you chose to give up! Wallowing in self-pity! To put it bluntly, you're a coward who gave up halfway! I'm different—I will keep moving forward."

[Your ideals clashed]

[In the end, dragon blood spilled into the air]

[You were both nearing exhaustion]

[You were certain you still held the advantage]

[Vortigern had no more cards to play, while you could still unleash your full strength. Victory was within your grasp].