The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The disaster began.

　The dark storm began to approach from the sky, and the air gradually began to make the goblins feel extremely suffocated.

　The curses spreading in the air were like invisible hands strangling the goblins' throats.

　Screams rang out one after another, and the goblins hiding in the house fled and rushed to the shelter without hesitation.

　The girl stood on the roof of the bell hall, staring mercilessly at Moss who was gnawing on the fairy at her feet.

　With the sound of metal rubbing against metal, the mask covered the girl's eyes.

　"let's start."

　As the girl spoke, Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at each other, then rushed out waving their shields, knocking down Moss along the way and "saving" the fairy that was attacked.

　Due to the special nature of the disaster that strengthened Moss, the girl only agreed to let Mashu fight alone. Galahad's power still remained in her body. Therefore, Mashu was able to gain the upper hand against Moss.

　But others can't do that.

　so...

　A flash of golden lightning flashed by, and the flames and explosions instantly cleared out the Morse in the port.

　The air was filled with a burning smell at all times, and crackling sounds continued to echo in the surrounding air.

　It was as if he felt the girl.

　The sea level began to shake, and just like what had been seen before, the true body of Disaster slowly emerged.

　The scarlet lines looked straight at the girl like two eyes.

　The ominous aura emanating from his entire body was so strong that any ordinary goblin would completely lose consciousness at the mere sight of him.

　"—"

　A hoarse roar accompanied by curses resounded through the sky, like the music from hell.

　Then--

　As always, it was split down the middle.

　The huge body split into two from the top of the head, and dense arms stretched out from it.

　For example, if there is a tree whose branches and leaves are arms, what would your reaction be?

　Reason is trampled upon and sanity is easily torn apart.

　Whether out of curiosity or subconsciousness, any fairy who saw this posture was under the huge illusion barrier.

　My brain exploded.

　Literally an explosion.

　I endured what I shouldn't have endured and witnessed what I shouldn't have witnessed.

　The excessive amount of curses all poured into the brain in an instant and burst it.

　Then, a strange and ominous purple color crawled onto the skin.

　The arms and legs that should have been lifeless and unable to move anymore began to move slowly again.

　The arm protruded from the broken part.

　Something even more terrifying than Morse appeared.

　Remember the story we told before?

　Every thousand years, the Fairy Kingdom is doomed to perish.

　Because it has been destroyed, some things cannot be known to future generations.

　For example——

　Morse-ized zombies.

　It spread like a plague through the streets and alleys of Norwich.

　"Although we were told that these things would cause great damage to our sanity and were given amulets, this is really the case!"

　The well-made long sword was swung with force, cutting the zombies in front of him in half, but the price was the complete destruction of the long sword.

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　Even so, even though it had been cut into two pieces, the piece of meat was still moving thanks to those two hands that shouldn't exist.

　No need to update, no need to even touch.

　As long as the test is close enough, it's fine.

　Emotions spread at a speed that nothing else can match.

　As long as fear begins, as long as despair begins, as long as there is a hint of giving up, the fairies will be infected and begin to become Morse.

　Fear spread throughout Norwich in an instant.

　Morse began to emerge continuously from inside the defense line, the vortex of the storm howled, and some cracked houses began to disintegrate and flew into the sky under the influence of gravity.

　The storm is approaching, and destruction is inevitable.

　Unless it's as predicted.

　I wonder who among the fairies in the shelter said such words.

　The call for the Son of Prophecy was given.

　Along with devout prayers, comes death and spreads curses.

　Pain, expectation, despair...

　The heart is like a palette, emotions are the fuel, and will is the brush.

　Keep stirring...

　Various colors are mixed together, various emotions are mixed together.

　Save us...

　Shouting like this.

　We want a new tomorrow...

　Such a narrative.

　The Child of Prophecy will appear.

　The goblin stopped running and was devoured by Morse with a twisted smile on his face.

　A world closer to hell than the nameless village appeared before Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group.

　But there was no ripple in my heart.

　Isn't it understandable that a world that is not worth saving should be destroyed?

　Maybe it’s not a positive emotion, but disgust is real.

　For example, they killed their own kind in order to survive, and deliberately threw their own kind to Morse in order to delay time.

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　General, please take this path during the Great Silence.

　Fairyland: Thirty-Six: Rainbow of Hope

　Sweat dripped down his cheeks along with the sound of retching.

　Gareth's body was shaking continuously, and strange patterns appeared in his eyes.

　With just a casual glance, Gareth completely lost the ability to fight, and even moving became extremely difficult.

　Even with the amulet specially adjusted by the girl to defend and mitigate the impact, Gareth's condition was still not optimistic.

　At the same time, this has also proved something from the side.

　The crimes committed by goblins are countless.

　Even after the passage of time, the gods' anger towards them has not subsided at all, and has even become more intense.

　"It's troublesome. Even if that thing isn't a goblin, I still feel something is wrong after just one look at it."

　"No matter what happens to this kind of thing, it's fine! Take Gareth and let's retreat immediately! This is beyond the scope of our level to deal with!"

　As Oberon spoke, he suddenly jumped back to create distance between himself and Morse and the walkers.

　"Ritsuka! Over here!"

　"Understood! Simple summon, activate!"

　While responding to Oberon's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed his outstretched arm with his left hand, his eyes fixed on Mossho in front of him.

　Curse is also a kind of hatred. If they want to move forward, they must cross the other side of gratitude and hatred.

　and so--

　The output of magic power increased suddenly, and the shadow under his feet began to sway like flames.

　What they need is time. They want to buy time for Mashu and Sieg.

　It doesn't matter what happens to Norwich, it doesn't matter what happens to this lossbelt.

　Its destruction is inevitable, so there is no need to feel any psychological burden.

　Some things are born with the sole value of burning quietly in hell.

　"bring it on!"

　A dark figure was summoned out like a ghost, with flames of hatred flashing in its red eyes, and the burning poisonous flames attached to its hands turned into huge claws.

　"Noble Phantasm released! Tiger, blaze with brilliance (enfer chateau d'if)!"

　The pitch-black flames accompanied by strange flashes completely covered the surrounding Morse in an instant.

　Accompanied by a series of "crackling" sounds like dry firewood burning, the flames began to shrink rapidly.

　The flames of revenge began to die.

　This is natural, after all, the essence of Moss is a curse, a conceptual existence.

　"Successful!"

　The long sword roared, and the crisp sound of swords filled the entire street.

　The fire suddenly lit up again, and the morning star that rose with the cry of Artoria Cast suddenly lit up.

　"This is a star that foreshadows what is to come.

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　A place of hope, a remnant of paradise."

　Altria Kaster closed her eyes tightly, various words kept echoing in her ears, and the hand holding the Staff of Choice kept shaking.

　"Many words, a faint light—"

　The familiar yet unfamiliar sound of blacksmithing accompanied by chanting echoed in the ears of Artoria Caster.

　"To reach this point is the result of countless studies, piling up countless tombs of knives, and using karma to sever past karma..."

　Countless swords turned into fragments and flew into the hands of Sengo Muramasa along with flying sparks.

　Just as things that are anticipated are highly anticipated.

　——After all, it’s fate.

　"No matter how far away, no matter how tarnished, I will seek my star."

　Even if the stars are out of reach, even if the stars exist far away and out of reach.

　Even if——

　"That was the star of the end we once saw, and this is the star of omen that has already arrived..."

　I will still...remember you forever.

　In that night, it came to me.

　Like a shooting star, like reincarnation.