Chapter 188: The Tooth Clan's Defeat

"I wanted to fight you with ordinary weapons. But now it looks like that's not working, so I have to showdown. Let's see how that Baobhan Sith lost," Lott declared, pulling out Vasilis from his waist while his Japanese round armour materialized around him.

"I won't pretend; I did use an unconventional weapon, but I don't care!" Lott said with a touch of bravado.

With a fierce swing of his long sword, he charged toward the patriarch of the tooth clan. His attacks became more powerful, yet he felt only a fraction of the damage in return.

Meanwhile, in the background, there were echoes of requests for leave, comic exhibitions, and personal anecdotes that distracted from the battlefield. Lott's focus, however, remained clear as he prepared to face his foe.

The soldiers from Camelot rushed forward with their unconventional weapons, creating confusion among the tooth clan fairies. They realized the Camelot forces were mimicking Lott's previous tactics against their leader.

Leading the charge was Bedivere, who noted how the Tooth clan soldiers were positioned. He quickly signalled to his men to coordinate their efforts, instructing them to engage the fairies in a strategic siege.

"Let's surround them!" Bedivere commanded, launching into action. With precise coordination, they threw fishing lines to ensnare the fairies, quickly overpowering them. After securing their captures, Bedivere ordered the net throwers to replace the spear wielders, leading to swift victories over the enemy.

As the battle raged on, Lott's confrontation with the Tooth clan patriarch became more intense. He donned his sun wheel armour, brandishing Vasilis and striking with formidable precision. The patriarch, despite his initial bravado, found himself at a disadvantage.

The Tooth clan leader was powerful, but Lott had the advantage of superior weaponry and strategy. The patriarch had anticipated a fair fight, but Lott's prowess made it clear that the odds were stacked against him.

As the battle continued, the patriarch felt the weight of his impending defeat. "This person… doesn't he have a good background?" he pondered, jealousy creeping into his thoughts. Realizing he couldn't overcome Lott's strength, he considered retreating.

"You wait until I find a weapon that can fight you! We'll battle again," he shouted defiantly.

Suddenly, he turned to flee, only to encounter Gawain, Lott and Morgan's daughter, who stood her ground. "Get out of here!" he bellowed, swinging his claw at her.

Lott watched in disbelief, thinking, You have guts! Swinging at Gawain?

"Oh? You're approaching me!?" Gawain challenged, unsheathing her long sword and parrying his attack. Their clash was a raw test of strength, devoid of finesse.

The result was inevitable; Gawain's prowess was undeniable. The patriarch stumbled back, hitting the ground hard. Seeing him in such a vulnerable position, Lott couldn't help but smirk.

"So, you are captured," he remarked, stepping on the patriarch's chest, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Though sympathetic, Lott's compassion was as genuine as a crocodile's tears.

Meanwhile, with the patriarch's defeat, the remaining fairies of the tooth clan scattered, leading to Camelot's triumph once again.

"You don't speak martial ethics! Give me another chance if you have the ability!" the patriarch of the tooth clan shouted defiantly, spitting blood as he faced Lott and Gawain.

Hearing this, Gawain smirked and replied, "Come on, stand up again, and I will have another fight with you."

The patriarch assessed her, recognizing the vast disparity in their strengths. How could this girl challenge him? He knew of Gawain's reputation as Lott and Morgan's daughter, having heard tales of her role in defeating Vortigern, but he had dismissed those stories as exaggerations.

However, standing before her, he realized her power was far beyond what he had anticipated. Perhaps she is not just a supplementary fighter, he admitted to himself, acknowledging that Gawain was formidable.

His thoughts were interrupted by his resolve; he knew he needed to endure and strategize. "If I can survive three hours against her, perhaps I'll find a way to resist," he thought.

In the heart of battle, the tide had turned, and Camelot emerged victorious once more, marking another chapter in their ongoing saga against the Tooth clan.