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Chapter 110 The Lonely King Atop the Tower

In Britain, on this land where spiritual energy is depleted and mysteriously out of control, normal ecology can no longer be maintained.

Land degradation and crop failure;

Water sources have dried up, and forests have withered.

Storms raged, and life vanished.

The raging etheric turbulence whipped up sand and dust, revealing piles of white bones. Looking across the land, the gloomy sky and cracked earth created a shocking apocalyptic scene.

This is a dying world, an isolated island of civilization destined to have no future.

However, if one is fortunate enough to break through this gray background, one can discover a magnificent chalk city standing proudly on the horizon. The invisible, transparent wind walls around it, along with the cascading, glittering golden stardust, keep thunderstorms and sandstorms at bay, maintaining the pristine beauty of this perfect land.

The buildings, bathed in light, stand side by side, exquisite and ethereal, magnificent and splendid.

The undulating city walls, like a giant beast lurking in the wilderness sharpening its claws, exude awe-inspiring power.

On a small plot of land sheltered by the outer city walls, ripe, glistening grains were abundant.

The vegetation in the inner city streets and alleys is lush and verdant.

The fountains in the square, with their Roman-style extravagance, sprinkled sparkling water, and even the marble paving stones were as smooth as mirrors, as if they were products of superhuman craftsmen.

Stepping into this magnificent fortress feels like entering the palace of the gods.

This is an ideal kingdom that has existed for millennia, a sacred realm of pure white.

If the temple of God, the gates of heaven, are open to the mortal world.

But the area outside the transparent wind wall remained gray and desolate, devoid of life, like the evil land where the gods exiled the original sinners.

A simple barrier divides this land into completely different worlds.

hum!

At this moment, heaven and earth resounded. In front of the towering watchtower, a golden beam of light piercing through the abyss slowly converged, revealing a tall, aloof figure at the center of the light source, like a deity descending to earth.

—How supreme! This body is the radiant light of destruction!

—How pure white! This city is an ideal kingdom!

—Its form and shadow are also a manifestation of the only salvation, directed towards the dying world or towards the endless night of eternal damnation.

The outstretched fingers and palm gradually fell, and the piercing light that once seemed to pierce the sky dimmed and faded away.

Something incomprehensible, something intolerable.

To destroy it, to decay it, judgment is now.

All crimes and evil consequences should be swept away with lightning speed!

On that exquisitely beautiful face, sculpted like jade, yet devoid of warmth, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes, pulsating with golden-green flames, gazed intently at the chaotic storm that concealed filth.

God's gaze pierces through the hazy dust, silently overlooking the farce of the world's final act.

That land, flowing with the sins of the old era, is satiated with blood, and the sky is scorched by flames.

Humans were like walking corpses, and animals were like tigers and wolves; all living things perished.

Murdering men, slaughtering women, killing wives, and torturing children.

They insulted and killed dogs, killed cattle and horses with blades, slaughtered fine horses, and killed lambs with knives.

Countless corpses stare blankly at the sky beneath the dark iron curtain.

Existence is not allowed, life is not allowed, and joyful songs are not allowed.

Only death and slaughter are the only things permitted to exist.

"The Holy Grail is imminent, and the world will be reshaped..."

With a detached declaration, the deity atop the pure white fortress slightly raised his right hand, and unparalleled majesty descended like a curtain from the sky, forcefully carving a path through the turbulent currents surrounding the wind wall.

The tightly closed gates of the ideal city slowly opened with a heavy scraping sound.

Squads of knights, clad in full armor and wielding swords, shields, bows, and spears, rode crimson-eyed warhorses out from within the city walls, standing silently beneath the walls like cold, impersonal machines awaiting orders.

"Bring her to see me..."

Once the order was given, the gaze beneath the mask blazed like a lit torch, burning with fervor and intensity.

Boom!

The torrent, surging like thunder, broke through the storm zone, carving out a path, and then split into several streams, surging in different directions and pouring into that filthy, polluted land.

Under overwhelming violence, under the torrent of steel, under the march of soldiers.

Everything will be engulfed in flames, whether armed or unarmed, destitute or grieving for lost children, or once living beings, whether the ground is covered in rubble, dust, or sparks that ignite the end.

All of this vanished into nothingness along with the radiance, thus ending its meaning.

Armored soldiers filled the heavens and earth, while stars and moon were hidden in ruins.

Everything, everything, is just as our Queen—the savior's fervent desire.

Everything, everything, in the end, whose hands will destiny fall into? It is up to you to decide—

For that ideal city that is no longer so far away!

Meanwhile, in Cornwall, at the border of the Nameless Forest.

"Cough cough..."

Accompanied by a suppressed cough, the sweltering air twisted and writhed, space was slicing apart, and orderly golden-blue fragments embedded in the surroundings, forming a dome, re-emerged and converged in the rhythm of the fairy script, transforming into an ancient scabbard, and returning to the outside of the holy sword inserted into the rocky ground.

"so close……"

The man stepped forward, drew his sheathed holy sword, pulled down his hood, and glanced at the unrecognizable scene. He murmured to himself, still shaken.

At that moment, the girl, who had been hastily pulled into the man's arms and was pressed beneath him, poked out her disheveled blonde head. Her dirty little face looked around, her pupils contracted sharply, and her expression became blank.

The land that had been struck by this sudden attack from the heavens sank into a large area, revealing bottomless ravines. The soil, melted by the intense heat, turned into scorched magma, which flowed towards the low-lying areas. Amidst a reddish glow, eerie bubbles rose.

Under the powerful shockwave, the nearby mountains collapsed, the forests burned fiercely, and thick smoke with the smell of sulfur and pale ash from the burning materials scattered in the wind.

The earth after the flames, with its withered, blackened, and tangled roots of plants, and the curled-up bones and outstretched limbs in the ashes, twisted into all sorts of bizarre shapes, together weave a picture of hell.

The remains resembled both humans and fairies.

Even the nameless forest, shrouded in mist for years, could not escape this attack.

A full third of the area was instantly destroyed, leaving only devastation in sight.

The scorching wind whipped against her tender cheeks, and the heat made her skin burn. The girl, who was almost suffocating, suddenly came to her senses. Her tightly clenched teeth bit her cherry lips, leaving a bloody mark. Her eyes were red and filled with tears.

Even fairies with extraordinary powers met such an end, so one can only imagine the fate of the refugees along the way.

How could this happen? Why did this happen?

The girl was bewildered and helpless, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, and buried herself in her teacher's arms, asking questions in a muffled, sorrowful voice.

"Teacher, what is going on?"

"She's spotted us!"

Samael raised his hand to stroke the back of Artoria's head, sighing in comfort while speaking with a serious tone.

"she?"

The girl was confused.

"The queen who controls this dying world is the root cause of all the disasters, and your existence is an obstacle to her domination of this land."

Samael sighed, glanced at Artoria in his arms, and sighed helplessly.

So fast!

A moment later, with a slight tremor in the ground, the ancient snake's eyebrows furrowed, gazing intently at the storm-ravaged wilderness.

"Let's go, they're coming. It's not safe here anymore. We'll talk about the details on the way."

"Where?"

"The beginning and end of this destiny, a place we should have gone to long ago..."

The ancient serpent murmured softly, then immediately picked up Artoria, transforming into a ball of light and shadow, and leaped forward across the desolate land.

Chapter 111 The Blood of the Lamb

Whoosh!Whoosh!

On the scorched earth ravaged by wind and sand, ether surged, and two figures, one in front and one behind, enveloped in arcs of light, rapidly advanced under the cover of the celestial phenomena.

"Teacher, wait!"

However, after passing through a patch of dry, crooked, dead tree remains, the blue-white halo dissipated, the girl's nostrils flared, she suddenly stopped, and called out to the traveler ahead.

The familiar smell of burning flesh brought a strong sense of unease. Artoria suppressed her anxiety, parted the withered vines near a fence, and carefully stepped inside.

In an instant, as those pure eyes took in the entire scene before her, the girl froze on the spot.

The empty shells of houses, still glowing with embers, crackled and popped, and the air still reeked of burnt protein. Beneath the charred bricks and rubble lay twisted and curled corpses.

Those outstretched fingers and palms were like the claws of a demon emerging from hell, a hideous face before death, making one seem to vaguely hear the wails and curses originating from the soul.

Among them were elderly people, young children, rebellious men, helpless women, and even livestock such as dogs and cattle caught up in the chaos...

Under the butcher's knife, all lives are treated equally.

the seventh……

The seventh village to be massacred...

Even though she had experienced this scene more than once on her escape, a chill still crept over her entire body. Artoria shivered and instinctively hugged the magic wand in her arms, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

"Most of the corpses have marks from being pierced by a sharp weapon, indicating they were mostly burned after death. There are no signs of torture before they died, which might make you feel a little better..."

A tall figure slowly approached, his lowered voice carrying a sense of helpless contemplation.

"Teacher, why...why did she do that?"

Suddenly, like a lost ship finding a harbor, the pure and kind-hearted girl nestled into Samael's arms, a surge of inexplicable grief and indignation welling up within her. With her head bowed low, she murmured in suppressed sobs, seeking comfort and answers.

"For the sake of purifying the world, and for the sake of maintaining the operation of that ideal country, in short, it has nothing to do with you..."

Samael gently patted Artoria's pink back, his tone soft and comforting, before replying thoughtfully.

"Maintain the kingdom? Aren't these all her subjects?!"

Artoria raised her head, biting her cherry lips until they bled, her fists clenched, and anger surged across her pretty face.

"Yes, and no..."

Samael looked up at the center of the storm, at the dark golden spiral of light that stretched across the sky, his eyes gleaming.

"This world is dying, its resources are nearing depletion, and it can no longer support the vast number of lives. In the eyes of that lonely king in the tower, not everyone is worthy of being saved. Therefore, the sacred Round Table Realm, the pure white ideal city, will only accept innocent souls to become precious samples collected within the tower, used as components to build a nation..."

Then, the ancient serpent paused briefly, then spoke in a low, slow tone, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"The pure white city is the land, and the immaculate soul is the people. With these two iconic elements, perhaps in the eyes of God, the 'nation' is already complete enough. As for the rest, they are all impure and flawed, and should be discarded..."

"So be it! If that's what she calls 'salvation,' we'd rather die with this world in our arms than accept her condescending charity! But why does she have to be so ruthless, even taking away these people's right to struggle for survival? It's too much!"

Upon hearing this, Artoria felt her blood boil and was filled with inexplicable grief and indignation. Even so, the words that could be used to describe such atrocity were so inadequate and gentle in her mind.

"Don't you understand? Abandoning means more than just exiling them outside the city and letting them fend for themselves."

Samael shook his head slightly and pointed to the golden spiral of light that stretched across the sky and earth.

"Do you see that glowing thing? The Tower of the End—Rungomminiad, this is the essence of the Kingdom of God."

Artoria turned and looked up, a strange rhythm stirring within her, bringing an indescribable attraction, as if something was waiting for her.

"The Holy Bashes are imminent, and it will soon complete its consolidation. Therefore, every resource on Earth is extremely precious. In order to supply the tower for an even longer period of operation, before that happens, that king will drain the last bit of life force from this world..."

"What does this have to do with her massacre of civilians? Let her go, we don't need her salvation! Unforgivable!"

Artoria shook her head to expel the resonance in her mind, and stubbornly raised her head to refute it.

"Because human flesh and soul are also a kind of resource..."

Samael glanced at the flushed face, sighed, and spat out a blood-stained answer.

"Humans are the closest beings to the gods, possessing extraordinary intellect and the richest emotions. Destroying their physical forms allows us to collect the spiritual particles contained within them, which can then be used as fuel to power the Tower of the End, Rengominiad. Do you understand?"