A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

The fairies were tormented by tyranny for 2000 years.

She is the highest-ranking fairy, who has mastered the "Spear of the End - Rungomminiad" as a magic technique, and is a genius magician who has reached the realm of the gods.

Morgan's fate in Lostbelt is completely different from that in Pan-Human History.

In the pan-human history, she was born in Tintage, the fairy child residing in Igraine... a child of Britain, who later became a sister to Artoria in name only.

Artoria is ultimately a "King of Man" created by humans.

Morgan knew that she was the "true king" who inherited the mystery of Britain, so she hated her father Uther, her sister Artoria, and all humans who did not obey her. She eventually became the main cause of the destruction of Britain and was regarded by the pan-human history as a wicked woman who was hostile to King Arthur.

Morgan from the Lostbelt is a cold-blooded queen who only believes in her own power.

It's not that I don't trust others, it's just that I don't know how to rely on them.

The first priority is to "manage the British Isles in an orderly manner".

I hate humans, I hate fairies.

I hate the weak, I hate ugly people.

I hate equality, I hate peace.

From the public's perspective, his character is the embodiment of evil.

However, although she "hates" those things, they are not "useless," they are just "incompatible" with her.

For Morgan, "the state of domination" is justice, and "someone disrupting the state of domination" is evil.

Therefore, Morgan's personal "likes and dislikes" have no relation to his "good and evil" as a ruler.

Even things she dislikes, if essential for control, she will fairly acknowledge and allow their existence. This extreme and absolute standard is like that of a mindless machine.

That being said, Morgan also had feelings.

She will feel joy and sorrow, be affected by hatred and anger, and be attracted by love and romance.

I just haven't experienced it intensely.

Throughout the long years, they have single-mindedly protected Britain.

Morgan's heart gradually froze.

Only one kind of passion ignited her heart—

That was a wish I had always longed for in the past.

The sole purpose of "dominating Britain" continues to motivate her.

This is not a dream that humans have in their childhood, but simply something that one is born with.

Although she had already become aware of this fact during the long journey.

After a long journey through Lostbelts, Morgan has eradicated all the cruel, human, and typically wicked female traits from pan-human history, becoming a queen who embodies both beauty and virtuous rule.

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boom----!

A dazzling burst of magical light abruptly ended the battle between the two top-tier heroic spirits.

They all turned their gazes toward Shirou and Saber, who had stormed into the battlefield.

Both Loreleia and Weber, standing at a distance, showed surprised expressions and spoke in unison.

"It's actually him!?"

Loreleia met Shirou ten years ago. Although it was only a brief encounter, she had a deep impression of him because of the Jewel. Although Shirou is now taller than before, his red hair and face have not changed much, making him easy to recognize.

Waver's impression of Shirou was even deeper, after all, he was the one who defeated him and Rider together with Saber. In the past ten years, he dared not slack off in the slightest and did his best to strengthen his own source.

Lorelei was the first to speak.

The young magic marshal pursed his lips and looked at Shirou and the blonde girl beside him with a stern gaze.

"Shirou Orihara... It seems you've also gotten involved in this Holy Grail War. But I advise you to give up as soon as possible. Life is more precious than the elusive Holy Grail."

"You're so arrogant."

Upon hearing this, Shirou showed no anger whatsoever; in fact, he laughed with a hint of pleasure.

If Morgan had said those words, Shirou would have replied seriously, but for the monarch of the "Clock Tower" to say them in front of him only made him laugh.

"You high-ranking magicians who come from the Clock Tower, occupying the best resources and the most authoritative positions, are always like this—arrogant and looking down on everyone."

Shirou chuckled and shook his head.

“Hephaestus, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades… even the gods of all human history wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant in front of me.”

"what?"

Before Loreleia could even react, Morgan couldn't help but make a sound.

"You magician over there, do you know what you're saying?"

In the Age of Gods, casually mentioning these names could truly attract the attention of the gods.

However, Morgan was unaware that Shirow dared to speak so boldly because he was confident in his ability to confront these gods throughout human history.

“Of course I know what I’m talking about, and I don’t mind sending you back right now, Morgan le Fay, Queen of Lostbelt Britain.”

Shirou's casual remark caused Morgan's eyes to narrow slightly, and his killing intent transformed into a chilling aura that covered the surrounding buildings with a thick layer of frost.

For Morgan, having his identity revealed by a boy he had never met before was nothing short of a disgrace.

"Then let's try it."

Give it a try!

Shirou naturally intended to retaliate against Morgan's boast.

But before he could make a move, Saber was already standing in front of him.

"Shirou, please let me be her opponent."

"Saber..."

Shirou paused, realizing why Saber wanted to be Morgan's rival.

Although Morgan comes from Lostbelt and her fate is very different from that of Morgan le Fay in Pan-Human History, they both share the same feelings for Artoria Pendragon.

Their encounter was like that of sworn enemies; even a single glance could ignite fierce sparks.

One is King Arthur from the pan-human history, and the other is the Queen who rules Britain in the Lostbelt.

Morgan also knew about his own secret past with Saber in the pan-human history, so there was a subtle lily fragrance brewing between them.

Watching women fight is so interesting.

Shirou, who was watching from the sidelines, was already quite interested and planned to watch the battle.

However, Arjuna inappropriately interrupted Shirou's pleasant mood.

"It's not right for you to interrupt my duel with Berserker without permission."

Arjuna looked at Shirou with a cold expression.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Shadow Hand of the God of Destruction

"So, you want to fight me?"

Shirou looked at this divinely ordained hero.

Shirou, who once fought alongside Karna, naturally knew something about Indra's son, the thunder god who had a karmic entanglement with Karna.

The ancient Indian epic Mahabharata is a magnificent and splendid story in which heroes gather together, but it is no exaggeration to say that Arjuna is the central figure.

The divine bow "Gandhiba" in Arjuna's hand was a divine artifact forged by Brahma.

Brahma possessed this divine bow for a thousand years. After that, the Lord of Life possessed it for five hundred and three years, and Indra, the King of Gods, possessed it for eighty-five years. King Soma possessed it for five hundred years, and Varuna, the sea god, possessed it for one hundred years. Before the burning of the Amrita Forest, Agni, the fire god, obtained this divine bow from the sea god and gave it to Arjuna as a weapon.

The epic describes Gandibadao as having a hundred concave dots and a thousand golden bends. It is larger than any weapon and can destroy enemy armies. It can be used as a thousand bows and can expand a country. It is painted in various colors, beautiful and undamaged. It is often worshipped by the gods, tanvas, and gandharvas. Along with it, Arjuna was given two inexhaustible quivers.

After the Battle of Kuru, the five Pandavas decided to renounce their thrones and embark on a pilgrimage.

On the way, the god of fire appeared, and at his request, Arjuna returned the divine bow Gandiba to the sea and gave it back to its original owner, Varuna.

Besides the divine bow "Gandibah," Arjuna possesses many other magical artifacts in the epics, but as an Archer in the present world, he only carries this divine bow.

Even so, the strength he displayed was at the level of a top-tier Heroic Spirit.

After all, it is a Heroic Spirit who exists as Karna's nemesis, so its strength is naturally not weak.

"I am a person of the past buried by history. There is no need to lament anything. All I need to do is risk my life to pursue that omnipotent cup."

Arjuna's face broke into a battle-ready smile, and the azure flames of his bow, "Gandibah," ignited in his hand, as arrows of light appeared as he nocked them to the bowstring.

Seeing this, Shirou's hands also surged with magical light: "When it comes to archery skills, I don't think I'm inferior to you."

The same azure magic bloomed, and with the appearance of a Noble Phantasm, Arjuna's confident smile froze.

"Gandibald... How did you end up with one too!?"

Indeed, what appeared in Shirou's hands was the divine bow "Gandibah" used by Arjuna.

Arjuna didn't think he was mistaken; it was definitely a Noble Phantasm of the same quality as the divine bow in his hand.

Shirou slightly raised the divine bow "Gandibah" in his hand, and slightly pulled the bowstring. The azure magical light condensed into an arrow of light, ready to be released.

"If Brahma can create 'Gandhiba,' why can't I?"

Arjuna's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

"Do you mean to say that you are not below Brahma?"

Arjuna himself found it somewhat laughable after saying this, because in his understanding it was simply impossible.

"To be more precise, Brahma might not necessarily be able to defeat me."

As Shirou finished speaking nonchalantly, an arrow of light, burning with fiery red flames, shot out and hurtled straight toward Arjuna.

Although he doesn't have the flames of the Flame God, Shirou has the flames of Hephaestus, the 'God of Fire and Craftsmen,' so he's naturally no less powerful.

Arjuna also sensed the power of that force and its difference from his own, and without any hesitation, he drew the bowstring of Blue Flame to its full extent.

The azure arrow shot out like a meteor, then collided with the arrow of light burning with fiery red flames.

boom-