Those time travelers that year

And what is born from that is fear.

I am the Great Cataclysm.

As the final incantation was chanted, Ciel, suspended in mid-air, sneered and clasped his five fingers together as he looked down.

Boom...

A massive fissure, spanning most of the city, tore the ground open with a deafening roar. From the ripped fissure spewed forth torrents of flame. Melting rock, shattering the earth, the rolling flames resembled the gates of hell being opened.

Then came the second, third, fourth, and fifth cracks, tearing apart the earth's birth. It was as if, in the air, Charles, with his five fingers closed, had forcefully ripped the entire ground apart.

Flames rolled and earthquakes raged.

In the real world, such a cataclysmic disaster would be enough to shake the very foundation of a nation, enough to flatten any city in the world like building blocks, and enough to destroy every ordinary person within its reach as easily as stepping on ants.

This is a natural disaster, this is mythology. Perhaps from the very beginning, what humanity feared was not the unknown, but rather the desire to pursue knowledge and unravel its mysteries. What truly terrifies people is natural disaster, something etched into the very bones and genes of humanity.

Whether the ancestral god was consumed by this cataclysmic disaster, the human magicians and knights did not know. On the other side, intentionally spared by Charles, Alice O'Louis f. Nafar, the former president of the Council of Sages in Greenwich, and the 'Red Copper'... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.)

469. Knight

“This power…” Watching the cataclysmic scene unfold before her, the earth forcibly torn apart, flames and lava mercilessly annihilating everything, Erica felt a profound and lingering fear… and awe. “Is this Campione—the Godslayer?” Before such a man-made catastrophe that destroyed an entire city, what was a great knight like her? Merely an ant struggling for a moment longer. Even the entire [Copper Black Cross] society—no, all the magicians and witches of Europe combined—would likely be mercilessly crushed by this calamity.

"...Without using rituals or ley lines, she directly created a barrier the size of a city, and it's even a reflection of that city in the Netherworld." Compared to Erica, it's clear that Alice O'Louis f. Nafar, the former president of the Council of Sages in Greenwich, saw things much more deeply. "Generally speaking, to create such a world reflection, you need a specific timeframe, a sufficiently large ley line covering a city, at least one divine artifact as the core, and hundreds of people working together to cast spells for a chance to create it over several decades."

Erica: "But it seems like it only lasted for a moment, didn't it?"

“Yes, in an instant.” Princess Alice took a deep breath, her voice filled with shock. “In just an instant, he accomplished what a large society would take at least a thousand years of accumulation and several decades to complete… This king is far more terrifying than the previous ones.”

"At least in terms of knowledge and magic, the other Campiones are no match for him. Even the reclusive martial arts master who is proficient in both martial arts and magic cannot do it."

"However..." Princess Alice's tone changed as she looked at the world outside that was heading towards destruction, her voice tinged with bitterness. "This reflection world, which all the magic societies in the world are fighting over for, is almost like a fairy realm, yet it was just something he used to trap that god-ancestor... and he casually planned to destroy it."

“This is utter chaos!” Erica sighed. “But that’s precisely what Campione is all about…”

“Yes, it’s the Campiones who act recklessly!” Princess Alice nodded in agreement. “If they didn’t act recklessly, they wouldn’t be those demon kings who dare to challenge divine authority.”

"Fortunately, that ancestral god 'voluntarily' jumped out as bait..." Princess Alice chuckled gleefully. "I got a general understanding of this new Demon King's powers... This powerful spellcasting ability, whether he possessed it himself or not, is definitely related to Odin. By the way..." Princess Alice turned to Erica and asked, "Are you sure that this new king took the legendary Gungnir from Odin back then?"

“I’m sure!” Erica nodded. “At the time, Lily and I were there when the King took Gungnir from Odin and stabbed him in the chest. When Odin returned to mythology, the King took Gungnir back.”

"That means he seized two powers from Odin, who refused to submit, and then there was Surtr's..." Princess Alice said, "That's outrageous! A demon king who gained three powers at once!"

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If these magicians and knights among humans could still stay in a safe place under the conscious protection of the Charles, watching this cataclysmic natural disaster devour everything in its path...

For Guinevere, the primary target of the Cataclysm spell, this would be fatal...

She was no longer a god; even the aftershocks of this calamity were enough to crush her like an insect. If she could understand the workings of this terrifying magic, even if she couldn't counter it, she could at least buy herself a chance to survive. Unfortunately, it was clearly completely different from the system she knew.

Of course, this divine ancestor did not die in this sea of ​​lava and fire.

As the molten lava and inferno created by the Cataclysm completely collapsed and engulfed the surface, a blinding light flashed, followed by a thunderous roar. A bolt of lightning shot into the sky from the ground, rapidly heading in the opposite direction from the Shire towards the edge of this reflected city.

"Trying to run?!" Raising an eyebrow, Charles reached out and pulled, a golden bolt of lightning appearing in his hand. Then, in a prolonged moment, he was the first to throw the lightning bolt. The lightning bolt shot higher into the sky, then began to split. The next moment, hundreds of golden bolts of lightning tore through the sky and fell towards the figure that had sped away like lightning.

Ultimately, the figure was unable to completely dodge the dense thunderbolts and had to stop, shattering the incoming lightning strikes.

But at that moment, accompanied by billowing black smoke, Charles stepped out from the darkness and shadows and stood in front of him.

Two people and a horse appeared before Charles.

It was a beautiful white horse, though not as magnificent as Odin's previous steed, Sleipnir, but clearly a mythical beast. And atop the white horse, a little girl of about twelve or thirteen years old nestled against the chest of a knight.

Ciel only glanced at the little girl casually...

A powerful, reincarnated soul is trapped in a weak body.

Ciel didn't want to bother with these small fry unless she released her true form, but even if she did, it would just be a little more trouble for Ciel.

"...With a weak body, you think you can wrest control of darkness and shadow from me?!" Charles mocked, causing anger to flare on the little girl's face. "Truly—you're courting death..."

This guy, who wasn't much of a fighter and was actually a hindrance, was someone Ciel didn't want to deal with at all. On the contrary, the knight riding the white horse was a slight surprise to Ciel.

"It feels...familiar..." Charles observed, noting the knight clad in white armor, not a single part of his body exposed. His face was completely hidden by the helmet. "An interesting helmet...is it to conceal his identity?!"

"...I am merely a protective shadow," the white-horse knight said. "No matter what glorious and honorable status I once held, I am now not even a worthy opponent, but merely a shadow of a god." It seemed that even this fully armed knight, wielding a thorn-like lance, was equally apprehensive in the face of Charles.

He hadn't realized it before, but when Charles appeared before him in person at extremely close range, the white-horse knight truly understood that what stood before him was not a human being at all, but some indescribable darkness, a pitch-black and despairing black sun.

470. The ship-slaying sword is the true romance.

“A shadow?” Charles chuckled, looking at the knight on the white horse with a mocking expression. “If you’re just a shadow, why bother concealing your identity? Although I can’t yet see how you do it… but is it really that interesting to wear someone else’s shell?!”

"...But this body does not belong to anyone else," the knight replied solemnly, "but rather to me, as a representative before a king..."

"What a load of rubbish!" Charles looked at the knight's earnest ramblings with disdain. Did he really think he was one of those ignorant natives? This guy was jumping around with a forged ID, actually covering up his true self. If there was nothing wrong with that, it would be better to pray that Nyaruko suddenly stopped scamming people and instead became a model student with impeccable character.

It's obvious that this is impossible.

"Fine! I don't want to deal with your fake ID..." Charles looked at the little girl being held in the arms of the knight on the white horse. "You were secretly monitoring and eavesdropping successfully, weren't you?!" Without waiting for the little girl to explain, Charles said maliciously, "...A 'snake' transforms into a person. Do you want to be a white one? Or a blue one? Fine! I'm not being mean... Just tell me straight, do you want to have your neck snapped by me in a mortal body, or be freed from your restraints and turned into snake soup?"

"Choose one of two..."

However, it seemed the knight had already made the choice for Charles. Just as Charles finished speaking, with a neigh of "Yu!", the knight's white horse suddenly charged directly towards Charles's location. Like a silver lightning bolt, it arrived in the blink of an eye, and at that moment, the knight had already raised his lance, using the momentum of his mount to thrust it forward.

However, it did not hit Charles.

As the spear approached, Charles was no longer present. But this was not the end. The knight's hand trembled slightly, and the spear in his hand became as flexible as if it had a life of its own. The tip of the spear seemed to extend and twist at a strange angle, thrusting in another direction and shattering a golden bolt of lightning.

"You actually kept up?" Charles's slightly surprised voice rang out. Facing the knight's charge, he had activated his Time Sense, stretching out time. He had thought that with such a convenient ability, a single bolt of lightning would be enough to kill the little girl. But unexpectedly, just as the lightning was about to strike, the knight moved his lance in front of the lightning, shattering it.

"It's as if... my attack deliberately met your spear?"

He chuckled, and the twilight-colored flames began to burn in his pupils.

"Prediction? Foresight? Knowing the enemy beforehand? No... It's more like intuition and clairvoyance. You didn't keep up, but you still subconsciously countered... What is this? A 100% parry!?"

Therefore, facing a 'Genji' who can parry 100% of flying attacks is really unfriendly! You shoot an arrow, they parry; you shoot magic, they still parry.

It's like the mages in D&D, using protective arrows to bully archers, maze magic to deal with lowly warriors, and rainbow beams to wipe out mindless barbarians. Okay! Getting off topic, the 'childhood version' of the D&D mages has absolutely nothing to do with them, since the former is just a more energetic monkey in the eyes of those mages.

But what do spellcasters do when faced with such a low-parry warrior (probably) and they find that ranged single-target attacks have no effect on him? Some newbies might think of using area-of-effect spells to cover him, or opening a portal to run away and kill him with a curse. However, true veterans would never do something so shameful.

Unfortunately, Sharl is now considered a veteran spellcaster.

In many worlds, there was a 'spellcaster (presumably)' who educated countless successors with his own words! What should you do when you find that spells (like Flash) have no effect on your enemy?! If your staff is heavy and hard enough, it can be used to smash an ogre's skull. Of course, if you also have a fine sword at that moment, the strongest warrior in this world is actually the spellcaster himself.

Charles now understands this all too well.

The white-horse knight opposite him was highly skilled in martial arts, possessing abilities similar to intuition and the mind's eye. Ranged attacks would almost certainly be ineffective, but close combat was also unreliable. This guy clearly didn't intend to stay and have a good fight; he would likely find an opportunity to escape, even if it meant taking a knife himself.

“? ? (Projection begins)…”

In this situation, to capture him (?), some special means would be needed, such as a weapon with a sufficiently large attack range and power. Just like this—a ship-slaying sword that is 150 meters long.

This was an incredibly exaggerated scene. Ciel had practically never used projection magic before, nor did he need to. Yet now, a 150-meter-long anti-ship sword had been created and was being wielded by Ciel. Compared to this 150-meter-long sword, Ciel was like an ant. Everyone—whether it was the white-horse rider before them, the little girl, or even the lowly spectators watching from a safe distance, who wouldn't be shouting "666"—all wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Unfortunately, Charles didn't intend to pay attention to their stunned expressions. Dragging the 150-meter-long anti-ship sword, he activated his Time Sense, and with the acceleration of Time Sense, the 150-meter-long anti-ship sword was swung out at an unbelievably terrifying speed.

A simple cleaving slash, such a simple move, appearing on a 150-meter-long ship-slaying sword, and what would happen if this 150-meter-long ship-slaying sword were also buffed with a time-acceleration effect? ​​A tremendous tearing sound resounded through the sky, and an extremely terrifying gust of air violently ripped everything apart. The knight on the white horse, along with the little girl, was engulfed in it and vanished in an instant; whether they died or not, no one knew.

I reckon he didn't die from the first hit.

After unleashing a 150-meter ship-slaying cleave, Charles completely disregarded the eyeballs scattered on the ground and ignored the turbulent currents around him that were powerful enough to tear steel apart. He then unleashed an upgraded version of the cleave, a whirlwind slash, wielding the 150-meter ship-slaying sword.

Through a simple, deliberate slash, a vortex powerful enough to shred aircraft carriers and warships into scrap metal was created. And that wasn't all; in the end, the Whirlwind Slash evolved into a Blade Storm, unleashing a frenzied barrage of blades from the 150-meter-long ship-slaying blade…

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471. Ciel in his spare time

As it turns out, the skills of the "loser warrior" weren't ineffective; rather, they were used by incompetent individuals. In D&D, the "loser warrior" was constantly bullied by the "magician," but their skills, in the hands of the Char, combined with his 150-meter-long anti-ship sword, became a template for unstoppable power. But unfortunately, it still fell just short of perfection.

In the end, the white-horse knight escaped with the little girl. However, thanks to the accelerated speed from the combined effects of the 150-meter-long ship-slaying blades, and the fact that the knight was essentially a 'Shadow of God,' he managed to escape in a way that defied logic. Of course, this means he (?) will probably need a long time to recover.

"Your Majesty, do you mean that the goddess Guinevere escaped thanks to the desperate rescue of her 'Guardian Angel'?" Back in the hotel in the Reflection World, after briefly recounting what had just happened, Alice eagerly pressed for an answer. The Council of Sages of Greenwich, who had long been at odds with Guinevere, were already locked in a life-or-death struggle with her. Given the chance, Alice truly wanted to completely destroy Guinevere.

But that's clearly not very realistic. Anyway, after working with the Black Prince to cause her trouble for so long, they've never seen them completely eliminate this unruly bitch. There was even one time when Guinevia's 'Guardian Angel,' with its terrifying ability of seeing through the Black Prince's speed, almost stabbed him to death.

However, it now seems that this troublesome god-ancestor and 'guardian god' combination is being thoroughly humiliated by Xia Er. Although they did not die from two city-destroying magic spells, they almost died in front of that astonishing 150-meter ship-slaying sword.

How could this not tempt this noble European 'princess'? While constantly unleashing various spells to shield her thoughts, she was also considering whether to persuade Charles to join the hunt for the God Ancestor.

"I didn't expect them to get away in the end..." Even Charles was a little surprised by this unexpected situation. But thinking about it, it was quite normal! The previously disobedient Odin and the disobedient Surt had come out with their henchmen to cause trouble; if they escaped, wouldn't they lose face big time? Moreover, their existence in this world was largely due to Charles's information interference. This prevented the two from leaving, forcing them to fight Charles to the death, ultimately leading to Odin's defeat and Charles's second killing of Surt.

However, it is clear that the ancestral god was not among them; he ran away without a second thought, completely disregarding his status as a former 'Earth Mother Goddess'.

Indeed, in any world, a stubborn berserker isn't scary; a headshot is all it takes. But the real trouble comes from those who are utterly shameless and possess considerable strength!

Of course, it's just troublesome...

If they dare to show their faces near Xiaer again, they won't even need to run away next time. The darkness of the abyss isn't incapable of devouring gods. Even if it's just an avatar, not to mention these two aren't even at the level of the Primordial Heavenly Demons. They can simply infect and devour them; there's no need to expend power to bring their true forms down.

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Thus, the incident of the disobedient god's descent in Finnmark County, Norway, came to a satisfactory conclusion. Apart from Finnmark County being reduced to ruins and needing reconstruction, the only other event was that the ancestor god Gnevia appeared, was thoroughly defeated by the new king, and fled.

It is said that upon receiving the notification, the Black Prince rushed back from abroad and began a massive search in Norway, causing considerable trouble for the local Norwegian magic societies. Then, this Black Prince inadvertently encountered the Sword King, who had traveled across half of Europe on foot. Salvatore Tony, who had only intended to pick a fight for fun, naturally and gleefully engaged the Black Prince in battle.

Anyway, fighting with anyone is still fighting, isn't it?

Then the Black Prince, enraged, vomited blood. He had found traces of the god Gnevia in Norway and was about to pursue him when a husky suddenly appeared and attacked him. His speed ability, clearly relying on his husky-like intuition, allowed Salvatore Tony to manage to strike the Black Prince in his speed-enhanced state.

In short, the battle between the two turned a city into ruins, and neither side gained any advantage. The Norwegian Magic Society and the Council of Wise Men in Greenwich suffered the consequences of the cleanup work.

……

Now that he finally had some free time, Ciel took the opportunity to study the conceptual rules he had obtained from Odin and Surtr in this world. After waving goodbye to the [Copper Black Cross] and [Bronze Black Cross] who came to 'bid farewell' to him, Ciel vanished without a trace, leaving no trace despite the Greenwich Council of Sages' search.

This is normal. After Princess Alice reported what she had seen and heard, this organization, which is dedicated to cleaning up the messes of the biggest chuunibyou and lunatic among the natives, naturally knew about Charles's spellcasting ability that could crush all the members of the entire council.

Even Guinevere, the progenitor of gods, was utterly overwhelmed in spellcasting and subjected to a brutal, earth-shattering ordeal. If it weren't for her powerful 'guardian deity,' she would have been finished long ago. Not to mention the ordinary human magicians and knights…

He can casually create a mirror world the size of a modern city, and effortlessly unleash two types of large-scale, city-destroying magic spells. Such magical abilities are probably only matched by a descending, unruly god. These mortals are better off just being useless bystanders who shout "666!"

……

With his free time, Ciel completely ignored the outside world.