I, Guinevere, am going to crush you, you curry stick, today!

Then there's the issue of the cover. In the past few days, in order to find a new cover, Qingbai has been forcing himself to read almost every Gundam doujinshi in eGentleman magazine, but he found that the proportion of futa in them was surprisingly high...

"After witnessing the clash of bayonets between Black Gunner and Little Mo, I was deeply moved and request a day off. This leave request is written as a record of that."... If I use this reason to request leave, I believe everyone will understand.

Chapter 127 The Weaver of Destiny

Light shines in the darkness. Centered on the sky above the town, the sky over nearly half of Britain suddenly clears up. Clouds come and go, and sunlight shines everywhere. The night sky just now seems like an illusion, without a trace. Only by looking into the distance can one find the sparse starry sky in the distance.

Those who witnessed this scene were immediately in an uproar. All sorts of speculations and rumors spread like wildfire. At the same time, countless eyes from all directions, with different thoughts and calculations, looked in this direction.

It's not just reality that's affected.

The Void Sea, a world existing in the gap between the two sides, where all the strange phenomena that had appeared before—ancient castles, red moons, dragon-bird monsters, and so on—were now covered by a warm light. In the boundless silver-white radiance, only three people and a sword remained.

The woman named Elaine was half-lying, half-sitting in that specially made chair, her eyes covered with a white cloth stained with blood. She sat there in a posture that seemed to be in a dream from which she would never wake up, so quiet that it was unsettling.

In front of Elaine, in mid-air, several fragments, bound by an invisible force, recombine into a complete sword. However, cracks remain on the blade, their light shimmering like molten iron flowing silently within the crater.

Guinevere had seen this sword before. Not long ago, she had tried to pull it out in a small town in the Southern Reach. At that time, the sword was firmly stuck in a square boulder, and even a strong man with immense strength who could lift hundreds of kilograms with one arm could not loosen the sword in the stone.

She drew her sword without any expectation, and the longsword flew out in response. At that moment, a strange feeling welled up in the girl's heart—when her fingers touched the hilt, the sword seemed like an extension of her arm, as if she could cut through any obstacle in front of her with just a slight thought.

Even the Star Sword, which had been with her for nearly ten years, had never felt this way. Guinevere suddenly became somewhat lost in thought. She pressed her forehead, her gaze unfocused for a moment before sharpening again.

Floating in the air was no longer the sword in the stone that had shattered once, but the holy sword known as Excalibur—the sword she was most familiar with in her entire life.

What she had just seen seemed like an unreal illusion. The girl gazed at the holy sword before her, a sudden sense of loss washing over her. This loss seemed to stem from some emotion she herself couldn't understand, but Guinevere quickly shook her head, drawing her attention back to the reality around her.

"Little girl..."

She looked to her side and gazed at the old man, who was hunched over, disheveled, and looked like a down-on-his-luck beggar. Her gaze darkened slightly.

The old man had just stood up unsteadily, but before he could say two words, he stumbled and almost fell again. She quickly went over to help him sit down, and then sat down next to him, knees up, head resting on them.

Then he could be heard struggling to squeeze out a hoarse voice, saying intermittently, "Listen to me... time, time is running out..."

Guinevere shook her head: "Don't worry, you don't need to worry about this sword being damaged, because it has an extraordinary origin and is more than suitable as a vessel for purifying power. I can guarantee that until the curse on us is completely gone, there won't be even the slightest crack on this sword."

As they spoke, the holy sword in the air trembled, like a clear cry, and a visible ripple spread outwards. As it swept past, wisps of black smoke rose from the two of them. The girl's dragon horns, wings, and other non-human features faded again, becoming hazy and indistinct, and it wouldn't be surprising if they disappeared at any moment.

She raised her hands, which were now almost back to normal, the girl's slender fingers outstretched, with only a few small black scales, about the size of a fingernail, remaining between her wrists and elbows. These last few scales were almost gone.

The old man seemed to be in a better situation. His appearance hadn't changed much to begin with, except for those strange eyes. He was perfectly fine, his hands were still hands, and his feet were still feet. Considering Elaine's description, the "nightmare monster" residing in his body was probably more of a mental than a physical influence.

Since the old man can speak and clearly express his thoughts, it is clear that the influence of the Nightmare Monster on him has indeed been significantly reduced. However, for a moment, Guinevere did not know whether these words were the will of the Fisherman King himself, or whether the Nightmare Monster was manipulating him, trying to dispel this crisis with words.

Being cautious is always a good thing. While observing the other party, she also quietly waited for time to pass. Every second, the curse was continuously purified and disappeared in the holy light of the holy sword.

“Everything will be alright,” she comforted him again. The Fisherman King suddenly coughed twice, remaining silent for a long time. He seemed to have forgotten how to speak, each word he uttered sounding incredibly difficult: “I know… I know the origin of this sword, so…”

He felt a tickle in his throat, took a deep breath, and waved his hand to stop Guinevere from speaking: "Over the years, because of the Trident of Poseidon... the price of that wish, I have been staying in... another place. So, I have also learned some... some secrets."

“The Trident of Poseidon, it can’t be saved.” The old man’s voice was hoarse. “Your plan was good, but there’s someone… someone outside the plan, who will make a move. The Trident of Poseidon will be taken away, and the Tower of Radiance… hope will vanish. If things continue like this, it will be too late, and none of us will be able to be saved…”

"Who?"

“I’ve been trapped in this nightmare for too long… there’s nothing more I can do. But you can. Gather your power and use it on yourself… There’s still time. You alone can be saved. Don’t end up like me…”

"What do you know? Can you tell me?" Guinevere pressed again, but the Fisherman King seemed not to hear her at all, staring blankly at the holy sword in the air. After a moment, he glanced at his daughter on the chair.

"I overestimated myself too much. That's why things turned out this way, and my children are going through the same thing... Ha, ha..." He laughed like this a few times, but tears welled up in his eyes. His vision, which had been clear for a long time, was distorted and blurred by the tears, just like that ambitious young man who was destined for a tragic end the moment he realized the truth...

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a hand struck his shoulder hard, so hard that he felt a sharp pain and seemed to hear his shoulder bone screaming.

The next moment, his body was almost forcibly turned around, and he saw the kind blonde girl staring wide-eyed, asking, word by word, "What exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

"It's too late to know now. Quickly, do as I say. Any later and you won't be saved either..."

He was interrupted abruptly halfway through his sentence by the girl, Guinevere glaring at him: "Just answer my question. Whether it's meaningful or not is for me to decide!"

"what……"

For a moment, he was stunned. He didn't know how long it had been since anyone had dared to speak to him in such a tone. Then the old man chuckled, a look of relief suddenly appearing on his face. His shoulders relaxed, as if the tension he had been holding in until now had also eased.

“Since you want to know…” he smiled, “the person who exists deep within the nightmare, aiming at the Trident of Poseidon, is named… Talisin.”

……

"You—have no ability to say no."

"Mananan said in a deep voice. But Dreem, or rather the being that was currently controlling this man, suddenly grinned and let out a strange chuckle: "That's not necessarily true."

"Ok?"

Mananan paused slightly, but then caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye. He remained wary of the person before him, not turning around to confirm, but he knew it wasn't his imagination—a third color had appeared in a world that should only have black and white.

It was a hazy gray.

The gray fog spread from somewhere, carrying a chill that seeped into your bones, and you could almost hear a "crackling" sound like bones colliding and striking each other.

The voice sounded like human speech: "Fate is woven in this way—" The moment he recognized the words, Mananan's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to turn around, Dreem suddenly disappeared from his sight.

"Although the plan to make the Tower of Radiance appear through the resonance of the artifact was successful, Fisher's dull talent greatly reduced the effectiveness of the divine intervention. Even the mighty Poseidon could not unleash its full power."

As those few words drifted through the gray mist, the trident in his hand and the armor on his body suddenly felt heavier. Mananan frowned, raised his hand, and a dark shadow suddenly pounced in front of him.

Dreem's left hand, fingers bent, aimed a claw at his chest, but it was blocked by his armor. But the cracking sound from the mist returned: "This is how fate is woven—"

Mananan flipped his left hand and grabbed the pale, slender left arm, as if to break it. At the same time, he flicked his trident upwards with his right hand, the wind whistling as it struck Drem's jaw.

If this attack had hit, half of his head would have been instantly shattered, but Dreem neither dodged nor evaded, nor did he retract his outstretched left hand. His voice echoed in his ears: "Because of our past friendship, the Sea God does not intend to kill the other party."

The force on his arm suddenly eased, allowing Drem's left hand to slip away like a fish. The halberd that had been hurled with a whoosh also abruptly stopped in mid-air. Mananan gritted his teeth: "Damn it!"

"It's a pity that—"

"This undue soft-heartedness caused him to miss out on victory."

laugh!

With a forceful tug of his left hand, Drem tore the entire breastplate off and tossed it aside. Then, under Mananan's watchful gaze, he reached half his arm into Mananan's chest and grasped the still-beating heart!

"Fate is woven in this way—"

With a savage grin, Drem ripped out his heart, blood gushing out and splattering all over his body and face. In the next instant, the blood suddenly burst into flames, turning his entire body into a ball of crimson fire, leaving only his left hand exposed. A few scattered sparks landed on it, but left no trace.

"What a pity, ah, what a pity. Poseidon's final counterattack is doomed to failure. He will lose that renowned weapon as a result, and Merlin's long-planned scheme will fail completely because of this missing link."

Crackling sounds, crackling sounds—the sound of bones being struck came and went. Mananan stared fixedly at the heart in Dreem's hand, his eyes slowly unfocusing, the light gradually fading.

It was as if everything was fading away, and in a daze, I heard the woman's laughter again: "Do you see? This is... the fate of a traitor."

"Thus thought the lingering soul of the goddess Macha remained in the world, but she did not know that true destiny was actually something else entirely—"

Before the words had even finished, this prophetic statement suddenly rang out for the fourth time. This time, it seemed even the woman hadn't expected it; her voice rose abruptly: "Talisin, what are you going to do!"

"That's how fate is woven."

"The real sea god is long dead. The divine summoning performed by using the trident of the sea god is merely invoking a being in the name of a fake Jemananan. That is why he still retains the last bit of power to fight back."

A cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, which had lost their light!

Drem arched his body and leaped backward without hesitation, but just as his body left the ground, the Poseidon's Halberd swept across and sent him flying!

"But between taking and saving, that being chose the latter. The goddess Macha was thus fortunate enough to survive, and even received one last chance—"

Mananan did not pursue. Instead, he thrust the Poseidon's Trident into the ground and said, "'Prophet' Talisin, I will remember this."

He said in a deep voice, and the gray mist spread out from behind him. In the hazy mist, a skull started to laugh, cracking and clacking.

But he didn't continue speaking. Instead, he reached out, grabbed the gem on the halberd, and pulled it out with a sudden force.

A flash of bright light appeared, and the gem in Mananan's hand suddenly transformed into a dark golden ring. The Poseidon's Trident split in two, becoming a scepter standing on the ground and a hazy pearl floating in mid-air.

Suddenly, a faint, pale flame flickered in the skull's two empty eye sockets, and its mouth opened and closed: "This is how fate is woven..."

"close--"

"Well!?"

"--Mouth!"

A hand suddenly reached out from the gray fog and pressed the skull down hard. The entire arm then exploded with a bang, turning into a shower of water droplets that gathered in the center in the next moment, forming a transparent bubble about two feet square, trapping the skull inside. Although its mouth kept opening and closing, not a sound came out, making it look incredibly comical.

Then a figure emerged from the mist. Judging from her silhouette and curves, she should be a woman in her prime, but she was shrouded in a pale blue halo from head to toe, making it difficult to see clearly.

Without uttering a word, the figure reached out towards the Ring of Solomon in Mananan's hand as soon as it appeared.

"You are……"

Mananan dodged the attack, leaving a large hole in his chest from which blood gushed. He showed no intention of stopping the bleeding, instead frowning as he looked at her.

The figure turned to look at them: "Vivian, Merlin sent me."

"evidence?"

"She has a red mole on the inside of her thigh."

"Forehead……"

Without a second thought, a single sentence cast a strange shadow over the already tense atmosphere. As if finally snapping out of her daze, the woman named Vivian—even though her face behind the halo was obscured—snorted, “Give me the treasure now, or are you planning to give it to the goddess on the other side?”

"The wounds of this body require the Ring of Solomon to heal. Even the Pearl of the Illusionary Sea cannot give you—"

"The scepter is enough."

With just a few words, Mananan raised the hand that wasn't holding the ring, and the scepter suddenly flew off the ground towards Vivian: "Take it!"

Vivian reached out to take it, but at that moment, a soft cracking sound suddenly rang out beside her, followed by that unsettling clicking noise: "This is how fate is woven—"

"shut up!"

Vivian caught the flying scepter with her left hand, and with her right hand, she clenched her fist, causing the countless water droplets that had shattered and splashed to coalesce again, attempting to seal the skull within. However, the latter spoke rapidly, and before the water prison could even take shape, the next words were already uttered: "The Sea Mystic Treasure has split into three, and the scepter has been taken..."

"you!"

"Warcraft is back!"

……

Dreem rushed over, his head twisted grotesquely as if his neck bones had been broken, with only a thin layer of skin holding his shaky head together. His clothes had been burned by the flames, revealing charred skin and a pockmarked face, making him look horribly terrifying, like a ferocious monster.

Only the left hand remains intact.

Vivian summoned the water prison with one hand and caught the scepter with the other. Perhaps the force of the flying object was too great, because her body was also spun halfway around.

Before she could stop, the ferocious-looking Drem charged forward, raising his fist to throw a punch. Vivian flipped her hand, and her scepter whistled out, striking him hard across the face before his fist could hit.

The head, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse, suddenly flew off completely, along with a bloody section of the spine. Blood spurted straight into the sky, but the headless body continued to move, delivering a powerful punch that slammed into the steam in front of Vivian, splashing water everywhere.

"Dream" arched his body, blood gushing from his chest. The immense impact sent Vivian staggering back several steps, brushing past Mananan. Mananan watched the sudden battle unfold without intervening, but instead shoved the Ring of Solomon into the hole in his chest and quickly drew a few words on it with his finger dipped in blood.

A flash of light, and the wound healed instantly. The chest, which had lost its heart, began to rise and fall again, thump, thump, thump! The sound, indistinguishable from a heartbeat, was initially stiff, but within a few breaths, it became indistinguishable from a normal person's.

He frowned slightly, then relaxed his brow. He reached out and grasped the Pearl of the Illusionary Sea in front of him, while glancing indifferently to the side. He saw Vivian raise her hand to block a heavy punch from the headless corpse, but the scepter was snatched away by the other party. The corpse then turned and fled.

"Stop right there!"

Vivian had only taken a few steps when she saw the surrounding gray mist recede like a tide, revealing not the black and white, empty world, but its original, colorful appearance. The monster that had been rushing away, which could not even be called human, also suddenly disappeared, carrying a scepter.

"hateful!"

Vivian stomped her foot hard. Even though her face couldn't be seen, one could easily imagine her feelings at that moment. Mananan exhaled and looked at the Blood Raven and the Water-Seeking Beast, which had been frozen in place a few steps away, finally regaining consciousness. The Great Axe maintained the momentum and power it had before stopping and cleaved the ground, sending grass flying and dust billowing everywhere.

"This is……"

The person wielding the great axe looked bewildered, glancing back and forth between the man and woman, seemingly hesitant about whether to ask.

"The Scepter of Poseidon... In the situation just now, if the target had been the Ring of King Solomon or the Pearl of the Illusion, it might not have been impossible to succeed. But he chose to confront you head-on and forcibly seize the scepter. So it seems that the target over there was indeed..."

Mananan's gaze darkened: "...the sea beast that was sealed away thirty years ago."

P.S.: 5,500 words! Diligent! So diligent, even Qingbai himself was shocked by this unparalleled diligence! Speechless!

...I'll use this as an excuse to skip tomorrow; I think everyone can accept that, right?

Chapter 128 The Evil Dragon Spreads Its Wings (Part 1)

“...Talisin?”

Hearing that name at this moment, Guinevere was taken aback. The Fisherman King looked at her, somewhat realizing, "You...have dealt with each other before?"

"I've seen him once before," the girl answered honestly.