Such amazing magic power made people mistakenly think that a dragon factor appeared in this sea area. The violent and brilliant light, the accelerating magic power turned into destructive particles, destroying everything it touched -
"Roar!"
Fafnir, awakened by the unexpected attack, roared, followed by a roar of earth sounds, and pounced on the two at an extremely fast speed, its sharp jaws trying to devour and swallow them.
The eighty-meter-long body was so huge that Avia had to look up to see it. The roar it made shook his eardrums and lungs violently, but its huge size made it an easy target.
Dragons have a strong resistance to magic. All magic cast on them will be ineffective. It is said that they can even ignore the magic of the Age of Gods. Although it can actually cause physical damage to the body, the body will regenerate almost instantly.
Avia stood alone in front of Fafnir, barely blocking the frenzied attack of the powerful Phantasma with just her arms.
This top-level fantasy species, whose core part of the magic furnace is running at full power and roaring, has extraordinary strength. The conflict between humans and dragons is simply a clash of forces.
After all, in his opinion, Fafnir's strength was still far inferior to Attila's who was in a state of 'unhappiness' and rage.
Seeing that his attack was blocked, Fafnir roared again angrily.
Avia took the gun and the sword and shot through its thick skin. It was clearly covered in sturdy heavy armor that could resist both physical and imaginary forces. Even an arrow that could cut through iron could not penetrate it, but it was still cut into by the arrow, and even caused it to bleed.
However, it still regenerated in an instant──but this was already expected by Avia.
Taking Avia's gunshot as a signal, Siegfried attacked at the same time, running along the head of the evil dragon with the tail, repeatedly slashing at Fafnir with Balmung.
The dragon immediately switched its target to Siegfried on his body and began to prepare for the attack.
In an instant, Avia adjusted his stride, kicked Fafnir in the stomach, and jumped high.
Thereby shortening the distance between the two sides and reaching above Fafnir's head, the sense of oppression on his body doubled, and he threw out the long sword that burst out with dense magic power. It was as powerful as a sword that cut through space and finally pierced one of Fafnir's eyes.
Even though it could recover instantly, its huge body still made it caught in a dilemma. However, the severe pain still made the evil dragon unable to help but go crazy. It wanted to bite the human in front of it to death, so it roared and raged wildly, continuously shooting hot rays of huge magic power towards its location.
Avia ran around it to avoid being swept by magic, but in just a few seconds, the edge of his clothes was hit by heat rays several times.
But it didn't matter as long as their bodies were fine. The two of them repeatedly attacked the evil dragon from the front and back.
So next, the dragon species with powerful defense enjoyed a seemingly endless wave of swords and spears sweeping over its body.
After the two strikes, he stabbed at the head, stomach and back at the same time. Three impact sounds were heard, and before the sound completely disappeared, four more slashes were made to kill Fafnir, six thrusts, ten slashes...
The speed of destruction even surpassed its recovery at one point. The dragon's ribs were shattered, its internal organs were damaged in several places, its posture was deformed, and its body was shaking. Fafnir, whose brain was filled with only greed and madness, had the thought "I'm going to die".
It did not go crazy again, nor did it tremble at the intense death before it. Its eyes had lost their former fierceness, replaced by a deep sadness and helplessness.
The dwarf who killed his father, fell to the dragon, and drove away his brothers because of greed finally got the ending he deserved.
Moreover, the two people who came to kill him were destined to become as unhappy as he was.
"This treasure is cursed, and so will you be."
The dragon, who was already on the verge of death, said this with great interest.
In the gap when it said this, Avia and Siegfried stood side by side, the young man holding up a shining golden magic sword and the young man holding out an ordinary spear.
"I understand, Fafnir."
“This is the right thing to do.”
Following the words of killing, golden and silver lights flashed, and then passed through the flickering deep blue magic light on the evil dragon's chest.
The entire bottom of the Rhine River fell into a brief silence. The huge body of the dragon was trembling on the ground, and every tremor seemed to move the Rhine River.
The moment the evil dragon was killed, its body began to emit a strong light. In the light, one could see the scales on its body trembling slightly.
At the moment of the dragon's death, the dragon's blood released from its chest overshadowed the brilliance of the surrounding Rhine gold.
The sticky and hot dragon blood gushed out, seemingly dyeing the surrounding seabed red, but because no one could withstand it, it quickly dissipated.
Siegfried and Avia, who had obtained the power of dragon blood, were the only ones who pierced the evil dragon together. The dragon blood gushing out of their bodies looked even more vivid and dazzling, just like lava.
According to legend, the blood of the evil dragon Fafnir would make Siegfried invulnerable, but there was a bodhi leaf attached to his back, which resulted in a spot on his back not being bathed in dragon blood, thus becoming his only weakness.
But now, Siegfried had no Bodhi leaves on his body, only the leaves that Avia gave him. However, due to the rapid movement during the battle, the dragon blood floated out and attached to his back. But the difference was that the dragon blood passed through the leaves, bathing his whole body, without any shortcomings.
Avia on the side felt a little strange, because it seemed that... the dragon blood used to strengthen Fafnir's body didn't seem to have any effect on him...
However, after killing Fafnir, the only thing left to deal with is the 'cursed' Rhinegold.
Siegfried had learned about this "curse" from the dwarf Regin who commissioned him to come, and he had just heard Fafnir's last words.
And now, Rheingold, which just lost its host Fafner, is continuing to radiate light in order to attract the next host...
Siegfried felt that it would be better to abandon her, both emotionally and logically, but he knew very well that he had the responsibility to protect others.
So, at that moment, he had decided to take the curse upon himself to ensure that no one else, including his friend Avia, would be harmed.
"Avia, give this to me—"
"Siegfried, leave the Rhinegold to me."
But Avia also holds this idea.
095: Go to Britain and pick up the strongest sword
The so-called Rhine Gold,
Theoretically, it is a treasure that cannot be divided even if it is evenly distributed among people all over the world, and it is a huge gold nugget that attracts the host to obtain it and continuously increase its own brilliance.
In reality, although it is an entity that needs to be carried, it is also a conceptual thing. This concept will entangle the host like a curse, allowing him to make money using methods similar to the Golden Rule.
In short, it is something like a super energy crystal, and has some characteristics of inorganic intelligent life forms.
But the most troublesome thing is the conceptual nature of the curse. In the legend, although Siegfried's unfortunate ending was partly due to his own personality, these were not fatal problems.
Even though he possesses overwhelming power, he will not act as he pleases. He will only act when he accepts people's wishes. Siegfried is such a person.
He is undoubtedly a man who deserves the title of hero.
Because of this, Avia does not want such a person to live like a wish-making machine, but rather hopes that Siegfried can use his own will to decide the justice of cognition.
Like Attila, Hope does not live for the sole purpose of fighting.
"No, Avia, please give this to me."
Siegfried looked at Avia with an unprecedented intensity.
Under this gaze, Avia recalled how he responded to Lucius's gaze when he was about to arrive in Rome in the first century AD. Now he felt the same as Lucius at that time, hoping that this person could enjoy life to the fullest and not suffer in meaningless misfortune.
"Siegfried, let me ask you, who contributed the most in defeating Fafnir?"
Here, the light should have been swallowed up by the endless darkness, leaving only faint bioluminescence dotted in between. The surrounding water flows slowly, bringing bursts of cool and salty sea breeze, like the breath of the sea.
However, the boy's hair shone like a golden torch under the shining Rhine gold.
"It's you, Avia."
Without the assistance of Avia, he would not have been able to attack the evil dragon's back so easily and win.
Siegfried was clearly aware of this.
"Then the problem is simple."
Avia's tone was extremely calm, yet unquestionable.
"The person who contributed the most has the right to make his own choice. I took the most valuable gold. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Faced with these words that were difficult to refute, Siegfried nodded uncomfortably.
"But, the curse—"
“Is this something that needs to be taken seriously?”
Avia patted Siegfried on the shoulder, with a smile in her voice.
"It's just a legend. Who knows if it's true? Maybe it's just a lie made up by someone who is jealous of the treasure. Yes, it's insignificant. This thing is insignificant. Anyway, if I get the treasure, I will squander it at will and enjoy it. Even if it's unfortunate, it won't be a loss."
As Avia spoke, he struck the Rhinegold with his gun, causing red sparks to fly, drawing a parabola that went out at the bottom of the river.
"What's more, I am a Hun born with evil intentions. Even if I kill the dragon, my essence will not change in the eyes of the world."
In this deep sea, the huge water pressure makes everything extremely quiet. Only the occasional low calls of marine creatures break the tranquility. And now, it is Avia's voice that is slowly echoing.
The topic was about the cursed treasure, but the silver-haired boy spoke as if it was a trivial matter and didn't care at all.
In the end, Siegfried could only nod silently. He found that although his expression and words were the same as usual, he always felt like he was enduring something.
"In that case, let's say goodbye now, Siegfried."
"...Well, see you next time, Avia."
Siegfried silently watched Avia's back as he took away the Rhine Gold, until he completely disappeared from his sight.
The two men had an adventure worth recording in history, but also something extremely regrettable.
So, what else is there to do besides going back?
Siegfried thought desperately in the midst of his budding confusion.
If he had any so-called hope, it would be nothing more than keeping the unfortunate curse of the Rhine Gold only for himself and not for others.
Although I can’t figure it out for a while, but——
The dragon-slaying hero had a rather gentle look on his face as he saw off his 'friend', with whom he had only been together for fifteen days.
...........
For Avia, although killing Fafnir did not bring him any great gain except for taking the cursed Rhinegold.
But no matter what, his next step is to go to Britain.
After all, over the years, Avia has gained some understanding of the current intelligence.
Although the Templar Church is becoming increasingly corrupt, it was established in advance and served as the state religion of Rome for hundreds of years. Its strength is truly terrifying. Not only did it almost wipe out the Dead Apostles, but in the original history, the Clock Tower in this era at least had its own magic cities established and distributed all over the place to fight against it, but the current situation is that it has reached a deal and is huddled on the island of Britain under protection.
Or maybe it was because he sent the body of the Albion Dragon back in the first century AD, but the Clock Tower was now in a miserable state.
But in order to bring the church back on track, Avia had to do so.
After all, he already knew that even Koback, who had worked diligently in the church since its establishment, was ruthlessly hunted down by the church because of his status as a dead apostle...
Avia thought to himself that he had never done such a thing as abandoning the donkey after it had done its work, but how come the church had become more and more corrupt since they joined forces to kill Zhu Yue in 300 AD?
But after all, it was he who caused the changes, so he has to be responsible for it, and he is aware of this.
So, what else is there in the mysterious remnants of Britain besides the remains of the planet's most powerful dragon?
That was, of course, the strongest fantasy that emerged 13,000 years ago when the planet forged the people's sorrowful wishes in the face of the world-destroying giant god Cefalu.
It was during the time of King Arthur that the Sword of the Star was given to the Knight King by the Lady of the Lake.
The lake fairy Vivian in the Type-Moon world is both Morgan and Morgause, a trinity. In any case, she had not been born in the year 418 AD.
In this regard, Avia has a bold idea, that is -
Is the Sword of the Stars currently located under the Fairy Lake, which is the Lake of Avalon, the isotope of the Star Inner Sea?
In any case, this alone is worth his going to Britain.
096: This is my father!
On the island of Britain, which has a mysterious remnant, in the southwest, there is a misty forest isolated by a river.
In later times, this place was described as the final resting place of King Arthur - Glastonbury, which is the Island of Avalon on the surface of the world.
At this moment, as the morning mist was slowly dissipating, the sunlight poured through the sparse shadows between the treetops onto the shoulders of Avia, who was lying on the ground as if asleep, just like a natural pattern jumping there.
The branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound as gentle as the whisper of an owl. The forest breath was fresh and moist, allowing Avia to smell the scent of soil and grass. He silently listened to the birdsong in the woods, and actually felt a sense of relaxation. He could not help but slowly throw his whole body into the embrace of the sun.
Of course, Avia was not really asleep, but was waiting to see if there was a fairy who would see him like this and suddenly become interested and take him into the door to the other side of the world.
Although most fairies left the earth and chose to go to the Fairyland after the end of the Age of Gods, the only ones left here were the giants and monsters who disliked and hated humans.
They cannot break free from their physical shackles and cannot become spirits like fairies, so they cannot move to the other side of the world and can only stay on the ground in fear.
However, we can learn from the Garden of Avalon that there is still a door that can travel between the inner and outer layers of the world at will. Although theoretically it cannot last long, it at least lasted until the time of King Arthur a hundred years later.
After all, the chalk city of Camelot was built by half goblins pretending to be humans, and half human craftsmen who knew they were goblins but pretended not to know and continued to work.
Moreover, the goblins in Britain were creatures that were still seen by the Wandering King Richard the Lionheart in the twelfth century.
