George VII: Isn’t This the Right Pair??

Within the Secret Realm.

A dazzling golden light pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the earth.

The sudden change sent a chill through the five dragons present.

As the primary target of the Shining Spear of the End, the Seven-Colored Dragon could naturally sense the terror of this attack before it had even fully revealed itself.

It had two choices now.

Run, or withstand it head-on.

Without much hesitation, the Seven-Colored Dragon chose to flee. With a beat of its wings, it vanished from Altria’s sight in the blink of an eye.

Yet the Lion King merely watched the direction in which it had fled, making no unnecessary movements.

After all, if it could simply escape, then Rhongomyniad—the farthest lance that shone in praise of starlight—would be far too useless.

The spear tip wrapped in spiraling golden magic power pierced through the clouds and slowly pressed down toward the Seven-Colored Dragon, wherever it had fled.

But the Seven-Colored Dragon, which had already left the battlefield, suddenly halted.

It was not that it did not want to run, but that it had been "nailed" in place.

"What kind of ability is this?!"

The dragon was utterly shocked. It had never expected that the golden lance in the sky, which appeared to move so slowly, could actually restrict another’s movements.

As the sky-covering spear enlarged in its vision, a vicious glint flashed through the Seven-Colored Dragon’s enormous eyes.

"Do you really think I’m such an easy target?!"

With a trace of fury, it took a deep breath and puffed out its chest. Then, seven-colored streams of light converged into its mouth from all directions.

The next moment, a seven-colored torrent scattered with Stardust burst from the dragon’s mouth and shot toward the Holy Spear descending slowly from the sky.

The dragons and cards on the battlefield saw only a breathtakingly brilliant breath attack shoot straight up from the ground, colliding with the golden Holy Spear falling from the heavens in an instant.

The seven-colored radiance washed over the spear tip, then scattered in all directions like raindrops.

Even the tiniest fragments of light that landed on the ground triggered terrifying explosions akin to miniature nuclear blasts.

Boom—!

Blinding flashes lit up across the earth one after another, making every creature present narrow their eyes slightly.

Yet even in the face of such a terrifying attack, Rhongomyniad continued pressing toward the Seven-Colored Dragon at an incredibly slow pace, as though nothing had happened.

At that sight, panic first flashed through the Seven-Colored Dragon’s eyes before being replaced by ferocity.

"Do you really think I have no other options?!"

The powerful Demon that had devoured its own kind, as Lu Su had sensed, naturally possessed more than just these methods.

As it hardened its resolve, the seven-colored rainbow light pouring from its mouth intensified further, even faintly beginning to transform into a multicolored black radiance.

At that moment, every living being in the Secret Realm felt a chill run down their spines, as though something ominous had occurred silently and unnoticed.

Only Lu Su knew what had happened. The Seven-Colored Dragon’s breath contained the power of the world.

But in his eyes, its use of that power was simply too crude. "What a waste."

Lu Su could understand it, though. Unlike Adele, the Seven-Colored Dragon had not become the World Consciousness of this Secret Realm. Right now, it was merely spitting back out the power it had swallowed.

Unfortunately, it had used it against the wrong target.

Rhongomyniad’s true form was the tower that tethered the skin of the world. In other words, it possessed a special advantage against the world itself.

Under the Seven-Colored Dragon’s stunned gaze, the golden Holy Spear slowly broke through the breath attack containing all its power and descended above its head.

—!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a golden pillar of light slowly piercing into the ground.

At this moment, no matter how slow-witted the Demons and cards present were, they realized that this was no Holy Spear at all.

Hadn’t the one who unleashed the attack said it herself? It was the "Anchor of Storms that tears apart the sky and connects the earth."

Staring at the pillar of light that stretched from heaven to earth in the distance, the four dragons on the battlefield could not help swallowing, a trace of relief rising in their hearts. "Good thing that attack was aimed at our king."

They knew their own strength well. If they had faced that attack themselves, they would have died countless times over.

Meanwhile, George VII and Apache outside the Secret Realm had already gone somewhat blank. The battle was racing in a direction they had never anticipated.

In their eyes, it would have been good enough if Lu Su’s newly summoned cards could hold back the Seven-Colored Dragon. Once they dealt with the other four Demons present, they could surround it together. They might even have been able to suppress this Secret Realm today.

But everything happening now had completely exceeded their expectations.

It seemed they did not need to help at all. Lu Su alone could suppress this Secret Realm.

Apache felt that his mind was a mess. From beginning to end, Lu Su had done nothing but shatter his worldview.

If the Indo-American Federation and Great Ming had not had bad blood between them, Apache would not have been so shaken.

But the problem was that there truly was conflict between the two sides!

The younger brother of the Skin Peeler did not believe that Lu Su would not want to kill his sister!

"Fortunately, there’s still Lord Adley. As long as he is willing to act, things have not yet reached the point of no return."

Apache barely gave it any thought before placing all his hopes on his own Hall of Fame Card Master.

In his eyes, as long as Adley was willing to kill Lu Su, there would still be room to salvage the situation.

Just as Apache was considering how to report this to Adley, Lu Su glanced at him without betraying any emotion.

Seeing the constantly shifting expressions on the brown-skinned man’s face, Lu Su did not even need to guess what he was thinking. "Tsk."

"This is troublesome. Should I find an opportunity to kill him so he can’t report anything?"

Thinking of that Hall of Fame Card Master with his ambiguous attitude, Lu Su’s gaze flickered uncertainly.

Then he suddenly recalled the information Charlotte had given him.

Adley was committed to uniting the two parties, and the obstacle to that was—

Card Masters like the Skin Peeler, whose heads were filled with racial hatred.

After thinking for a moment, a possibility emerged in Lu Su’s mind. "Perhaps…"

"If I kill Apache, Adley won’t interfere."

"Maybe he’ll even thank me."

It was a bold thought, but Lu Su had no intention of putting it into practice immediately. He still needed to test the waters.

At this moment, George VII had no idea that the two powerhouses beside him were plotting against each other.

Because he was repeatedly reciting the information transmitted back by his card in his heart.

"Rhongomyniad… Rhongomyniad?"

The words spoken by that knightly card when she unleashed the attack caught the king’s attention.

Because he felt that the word "Rhongomyniad" sounded familiar.

Soon, George VII remembered where he had heard it.

"The legend of King Arthur?!"

Unlike the Sword of Promised Victory, which was rather famous within the same series of legends, Rhongomyniad had appeared extremely rarely.

Furthermore, since the legends of King Arthur also contained Holy Grail elements, Rhongomyniad was sometimes mistakenly passed off as the Spear of Longinus that had wounded a saint.

That was why George VII had not initially connected it to the legends of King Arthur.

Which brought up a problem.

"King Arthur can reach Master Grade??"

Even with George VII’s knowledge as a Master Grade Card Master, he had never seen anything like this.

After all, if one was already using myths and legends as a Card Master’s story, why bother altering them? There were countless gods stronger than King Arthur.

Though judging by the current situation, the Great Ming man beside him had altered the story very successfully—so successfully that King Arthur had risen to Master Grade.

She was even stronger than all of George VII’s cards.

For a moment, he did not know whether he was the Great Britain native, or Lu Su was. Although the people now living in Great Britain were Anglo-Saxons, while the orthodox Celts were nearly extinct.

In other words, in the legends, George VII and his people were the foreign race driven out by King Arthur.

At that thought, George VII let out a light breath and decided not to dwell on it. Card Masters had their own business—wait!

"Why is King Arthur a woman?!"

The king of Great Britain suddenly realized something terrifying: the King Arthur currently inside the Secret Realm was female.

"Ah??"

George VII opened his mouth, desperately wanting to ask Lu Su whether this was the right version.

But then he remembered that card stories generally involved the secrets of a card, so he forcibly swallowed the words that had reached his throat.

Thus, amid the differing thoughts of the three Master Grade Card Masters, the atmosphere at the Secret Realm Entrance gradually became strange.

Inside the Secret Realm.

After completing its mission, Rhongomyniad, which had connected heaven and earth, gradually dimmed before dispersing into the air not long after.

Seeing this, the hearts of the three remaining dragons leaped into their throats, afraid that the Seven-Colored Dragon struck head-on had died just like that.

"My king."

"Our king should be all right, right?"

An uneasy atmosphere gradually spread among them.

As for why there were only three dragons, it was because the Crimson Dragon had already been beaten half to death by Naruto and Sasuke.

Others might have stopped out of fear of Altria’s might, but as her companions, they would not.

Just as several dragons began to despair, a roar that echoed through the skies restored their spirits.

Roar!

It was the Seven-Colored Dragon. Even after taking a Shining Spear of the End head-on, it had not died.

Although all its scales had lost their luster, and parts of its body had suffered wounds deep enough to expose bone, it still had not died.

Moreover, as time passed, the Seven-Colored Dragon’s injuries were gradually healing.

It stared at Altria and roared fiercely, "Do! You! Think! You! Can! Kill! Me?"

Before the Seven-Colored Dragon could finish, its voice grew quieter and quieter, until it could no longer speak, like a duck with its throat clutched shut.

Not only it, but the other dragons also stared at Altria like frightened birds.

Under their stunned gazes, the blonde knight extended her right hand once more, and a golden radiance sank into the ground.

"Shining Spear of the End."

At the same time, her cold voice rang out across the battlefield once more, like a death knell tolling beside the Demons’ ears.

Seeing this, the Seven-Colored Dragon roared in disbelief, "Impossible!"

"How can you unleash an attack of that level consecutively?!"

It desperately wanted Altria to be bluffing, but the terrifying sense of danger descending from the heavens in the next instant made it realize that everything was real.

Too lazy to heed the defeated creature’s barking, Altria turned her gaze toward the other four Demons present.

After being strengthened by both the Holy Sword and the Holy Spear, it would have been stranger if she could not fire Noble Phantasms consecutively.

Moreover, Shining Spear of the End was merely a straightforward release of Rhongomyniad’s power. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it.

At least, that was what Altria believed.

But the Seven-Colored Dragon, facing the golden Holy Spear once again, did not think so.

Perhaps it could withstand this one through its own strength, but what about the next? And the one after that?

Eventually, there would be one it could not endure.

And a Demon capable of consuming the World Consciousness was clearly no harmless creature. As the spear tip drew closer and closer, the Seven-Colored Dragon’s expression twisted viciously. "If I die, none of you will live either!"

As its words fell, red-black energy erupted from within and completely swallowed it.

The next instant, a suffocating aura swept across the entire Secret Realm in the blink of an eye, even passing through the Secret Realm and spreading toward Great Britain outside.

The instant he came into contact with that aura, Lu Su realized something.

The normally composed youth’s expression instantly turned incomparably grim.

Lu Su nearly growled the words through gritted teeth. "How is this possible?!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately said to George VII, "Evacuate the civilians at once. Inside is—"

Just as Lu Su was about to reveal the other party’s name, he felt something and looked toward the Secret Realm Entrance.

Seeing him like this, George VII did not ask why. He immediately ordered Charlotte, Lyon, and the others behind him to evacuate the people.

Inside the Secret Realm.

All the cards stopped fighting and looked toward where the Seven-Colored Dragon had been. Even Altria, whose expression had remained indifferent, frowned slightly.

Under their watchful gazes, the golden Holy Spear in the sky quickly descended upon the Seven-Colored Dragon, which was now entirely wrapped in red-black energy.

However, the attack that had severely wounded it before could not break through the protection of the red-black energy at all this time.

Until the Shining Spear of the End dispersed into the air, the Seven-Colored Dragon did not move in the slightest.

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly suffocating, the enormous Seven-Colored Dragon instantly transformed into a black-red humanoid figure.

The figure stretched its body, then tilted its head, releasing a hazy voice that sounded almost like a sigh.

"Finally."

"I’m in."

As Its words fell, the Secret Realm shattered with a thunderous crash.