My mother's love song

Why on earth should I try to be tough in front of Morgan?

Although Artoria had just volunteered to use twelve holy spears to burn the Beast God, she was not completely sure.

Rungomyniad is Morgan's technique.

The skills of the genius witch were simply incomparable to his own. Even without trying, he knew that he could not unleash the true power of the Holy Spear.

At that time, Altria should have stayed behind to buy time, while Morgan went to raise the anchor of the Holy Lance.

But she didn't do it.

While thinking, Altria arrived at her destination.

She stood before the throne, behind which was a terrace overlooking the great void.

There, stands a deity that "just exists here", and is also rotten flesh that has existed for 1 years.

"what"

Her breathing began to become difficult. She was terrified by the ominous figure and the meaning contained in the "silence".

God's anger is right, and God's curse is also right.

He was killed by the goblins, and offered a helping hand with good intentions, but was deceived.

The witch he loved had her life and dignity taken away.

Yet during these 1 years, sinners prospered.

"We can't leave these creatures alone"

Even after death, gods cannot let go of their responsibilities, and their corpses sigh and form curses.

Altria felt God's wrath and God's sorrow, and connected her consciousness to the Amyrlin Throne.

The girl is integrated with the twelve sacred spears set in front of her.

Outflow, outflow continuously.

It gushed out from the ground at lightning speed.

Feel the end of the curse.

The deaths of the fairies that had been accumulating 1 years ago turned into a torrent.

"…Too amazing, he is indeed a genius."

The girl was not feeling anxious at the moment, but was filled with praise for Morgan.

It's not just the ability as a fairy, but also the praise for the idea of ​​turning Camelot as a whole into a ceremonial garment.

Such a huge ritual, but the connection of its magic circuits and the circulation of magic power never stagnate.

As expected of a genius from the Divine Realm, he is also the highest-ranking existence among all the fairies in Paradise.

However, the more he understood the gap between himself and Morgan, the more he knew that he could not control Rongominiard.

“Ugh… Ugh, ah!”

Excessive magic power flows through the body.

The circuit was not enough to use the twelve-base gun port. The magic power flowing in from the throne spread like fireworks from her blood vessels, nerves, bones and flesh.

The consciousness popped out, the eyeballs exploded, the respiratory organs were burned, and the knees were on the verge of collapse.

"But, this is..."

There's no getting away this time.

I can do it, the girl was so sure.

"Spiritual Vein Blocking Weaponry [Rongomyniad], reload."

At the same time, the cursed hand stretched out countless fingers and rushed towards the terrace of the Jade Throne, about to devour the Paradise Fairy and the Jade Throne together.

However, Artoria hesitated at this moment and did not pull the trigger of the Holy Lance.

The shells that should be loaded are not the Holy Lance!

This thought came into the girl's mind.

But what else besides Rhongomyniad can destroy the gods?

"…transfer the loop from the Amyrlin to this heart.

Switch the source of magic power from Camelot to Avalon Le Fay."

The girl widened her blind eyes.

What she was looking at was not the enemy in front of her, but the story of another king in a distant world that she dreamed of every time the bell rang.

Not only that, there are even earlier ones

A beam of stars from 14000 years ago.

"The original holy swordsman... Rod... please lend me your light."

"Not only for me, but also for your favorite ash..."

"Because I am standing here on behalf of the savior."

Artoria endured the severe pain of her heart burning and declared word by word.

"From [Spirit Vein Blocking Armament: Rungomyniad], change to [Dragon Vein Burning Armament: Sword of Promised Victory]."

then.

After 14000 years, the newest and final Holy Sword Master was born.

She inherited power from the boy she admired, and received a mission from her respected sister.

The Holy Sword Knight raised his head to face the towering evil.

Altria used up her last bit of strength as a fairy of paradise.

She used all the magic power stored to maintain her own form to fill the twelve-base Storm Tower whose concept had been distorted.

"Holy Sword, draw your sword!"

"God, please forgive our sins!"

A bright and brilliant stream of light exploded above the giant body of Cernunnos.

No matter how deep the curse is, it seems vulnerable in the face of such noble brilliance.

The cursed defense wall covering Cernunnos was completely wiped out, and a huge and terrifying hole was blasted in his body by the Holy Sword of the Stars.

Seeing this scene, Altria smiled with satisfaction.

Great! I finally completed my mission.

No, that's not right!

This is not for the mission, but to protect something more important than the mission.

In a trance, Artoria heard the sound of waves coming from her hometown Tintagel.

In the hazy state, my memory went back to the beginning of my journey.

Artoria recalled the day when Rhodes forcibly took her to pan-human history.

The appearance of a world that is more advanced, more prosperous, and more peaceful than the Fairy Kingdom.

This time, the world was protected by the girl's hands.

Although the Fairy Kingdom has perished, pan-human history will continue to move forward.

Although the journey of the Son of Prophecy has ended, Rhodes and the fairies he protected will continue to live in another world.

Thinking of this, Altria felt sincerely relieved.

But what

"Haha, compared to the pan-human history, my fairy country is indeed more beautiful..."

"The chocolate is even more delicious..."

Then, Altria's body turned into golden stardust and disappeared in the wind.

Only one thing remained.

The Staff of Parasite, which had been transformed into a mythical ceremonial garment, remained quietly on the Throne of Winter.

Chapter 921 Which side is the final boss...!?!?

Twelve golden flashes shone from the front of Camelot, each of which was as bright as the birth of a star.

The strongest fantasy condensed by this planet, the holy sword of oath that brings victory.

Brightness, radiance, and blazing heat filled the huge void.

The fairies who had retained their sanity in the midst of the catastrophe all raised their heads and watched the miraculous scene here patiently.

The starlight shot by the Son of Prophecy is the judgment on the sins committed by their ancestors.

With a deafening roar, the body of the Beast God Cernunnos was hit by twelve holy swords, and then exploded magnificently.

The dense curse of fourteen thousand years evaporated in an instant, and when the blinding light faded, something was exposed for the first time to the British dusk.

It is the divine core of Cernunnos.

Inside the body of the beast god, whose body was forcibly torn open by the holy sword, there is a pitch-black furnace core hidden.

Even though he was already dead, the Beast God's divine core was still surging with powerful spiritual energy, as if he were still alive.

What maintains all this is the obsession left by the gods before their death.

The obsession that Britain must be destroyed and the fairies must be punished.

Meanwhile, despair returns.

The flesh near the divine core stirred violently, impatiently beginning to regenerate.

It is worthy of being called a cursed disaster, and it truly lingers.

Even though the Son of Prophecy had already sacrificed his life, he still couldn't kill Cernunnos?

Cernunnos has an infinite regeneration ability, and he will not stop until he completely burns through the planet.

The only way to kill Cernunnos is to destroy his divine core.

On the other hand, as long as the Beast God's core is completely covered by the curse layer again, Altria's sacrifice will become useless.

“For a child of prophecy, it’s not bad… but that’s all.

Whether it's magic or swordsmanship, you're always a novice, that's why you can't beat me."

Morgan looked coldly at Cernunnos as he began to regenerate.

The girl's sacrifice did not move her sister in the slightest.

"I told you to connect me to the throne, but you insisted on showing off. As expected,

I am so disappointed. If I had launched the attack just now, that blow would have killed Cernunnos."

The Queen of Winter mercilessly criticized her successor's incompetence and had no intention of taking advantage of Cernunnos's dying moment to attack.

then

The golden opportunity that Altria had created with her life was wasted.

During the time when Morgan was negligent, the Beast God quickly completed his regeneration.

The exposed divine core was rewrapped with cursed flesh and covered with thick fur.

Cornunus returned to normal, and his huge body that continued to emit curses was filled with the majesty of God.

It was as if the flash of the holy sword just now had never happened, and the Cursed Disaster returned to its invincible body without any harm.

"Oh my, what a pity! I was so close to defeating Cernunnos~"

On the battlefield on the other side of the Great Void, Oberon, who was standing opposite Rhodes, saw the resurrected Beast God, and his once tense expression finally relaxed.

"Altoria is really pitiful, having such a bad sister.

Because of some boring reason like the queen's modesty? She was unwilling to take advantage of the opportunity created by the Child of Prophecy, and as a result, Cornunnos was fully resurrected.