Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"We must obey Lady Murian's orders."

"Lady Murian is our savior!"

"There shouldn't be any problems at all."

Several fairies chimed in, and Murlian smiled as she turned to look at the other remaining group of fairies present.

The fairies nodded in agreement; after all, what else could they do besides nod?

The Fang Clan's plan to devour all the Winged Fairies, just as they had united against the Rain Clan, was completely beyond their comprehension. Therefore, they could only pin their hopes on Murian, who had a slim chance of success.

Murlian opened the white gate to the city center, where the Fang Fairies had gathered, seemingly preparing to rush in.

In the past, faced with the corpses of fairies thrown out after they had killed each other, the Fang Fairies would have fought over the meat, as that was basically how the Rain Clan did it in both the war of destruction and in peacetime.

However, now they are all incredibly well-behaved, extremely eager but completely afraid to move.

It was only because of the tall, white-haired, humanoid werewolf standing at the door, the new patriarch of the Fang Clan, Kurich.

Seeing the menacing Fang Fairies, the remaining Wing Fairies couldn't help but tremble. They even imagined being eaten. One Wing Fairy felt an unparalleled fear of the Fang Fairies in front of it.

It is now emotionally devastated and just wants to escape from here, escape from fear, and find a safe place to hide.

So it let out an uncontrollable scream and dragged its heavy steps back desperately from the crowd. Suddenly, it felt a dull thud on its back and its body lurched forward. The pain in its back burned like fire straight to its head.

Struggling to get up from the ground, the second wave of impact struck again.

It screamed in agony, but no one dared to lend a helping hand. It frantically waved its hands, but its knees slipped backward as if the ground were covered in oil.

Immediately, a powerful impact struck her neck, and her world vanished in an instant.

"I clearly stated that I would protect everyone at all costs, right? How can you be so disobedient now?"

Murian, having just killed an out-of-control fairy in public, spoke to the remaining fairies in as gentle a voice as possible.

"so,"

Murlian whispered.

"Please be sure to listen to me."

Then, under Kurich's watchful eye, Murlian and Foggin safely walked out of Gloucester, which was surrounded by enemies, and arrived at the location where Novia and Ash were. As soon as they entered, Murlian let out a big sigh.

"Alright, let me stay here for ten minutes or so, and then I'll go out. Those guys will then obey me without question and acknowledge me as their chief."

Murlian's plan was actually quite simple: when faced with the overwhelming force of the Fang Army, she would step forward to turn the tide. In this way, among the extremely panicked Winged Fairies, she, with her strong Winged Arin bloodline, would increase her dominance over them, thus making the Winged Clan look up to her as their leader.

Well, this plan is indeed enough to deal with the fairies of Fairy Britain, since they are all rather dim-witted. Novia's thought on this was, "If you want to do it this way, then do it this way." After all, he understood that Murian just wanted to prove that she was capable.

that's enough.

However, seeing the Winged Clan killing each other in such a situation also gave Ash a deeper understanding of fairies.

“Mrlian, the Winged Fairy is so kind-hearted, yet she still kills each other under these circumstances.”

Ash raised her head, "Even they are like this, utterly lacking in judgment and the will to resist, and without the slightest sense of remorse..."

"After all, you're a fairy from Paradise, different from us."

"Ah."

Ash paused, glanced at Novia, then looked at Murlian, "In that case, I'd like to know why you did this."

Murlian sighed.

"...because of simple thoughts."

"That answer is too general."

"...Yes. But that's my answer."

Murlian waved her hand. "From now on, as long as there are no rumors against me like they are now, the Winged Fairy and the Fang Fairy will be the 'Perfect Order' just like now. After all, I don't have the power of Kurich."

The Fang Fairies submitted to Kurich, who was both the strongest and a descendant of Arling, while the Wing Fairies submitted to Murian, who saved them at the brink of extinction. Faced with death, fear gradually accumulated, thus giving birth to the seed of being dominated by the high-ranking fairies.

Even so, you're still acting recklessly.

Novia got up and walked to Murlian's side, lifting her up with one hand as she spoke.

At the same time, the golden collar-shaped object that appeared around her neck transformed into magic and eventually became a ring on her finger.

Although Ash had anticipated this, she was still somewhat surprised by the way her teacher and Murlian were playing. It was so red that she even felt that if it were a little darker, Murlian could put her head on the table, and someone unaware of the situation might mistake it for…

In fact, given Novia and Murlian's abilities, such physical damage could have been completely eliminated, but Murlian was unwilling to remove it, so it remained.

With the obstruction gone, the chaotic magic that had been pressing down on Murlian's body choked her. She felt a strange warmth in the suffocating sensation and nodded seriously.

"Maybe, but it's better than nothing at all."

Upon hearing this, Ash turned her head and said softly, "Teacher, the love and care between you and Murlian is truly selfless and unconditional."

"I know."

"However, perhaps we should still restrain ourselves from this kind of thing a little?"

"maybe."

"I sincerely hope that you, teacher, can listen to my advice, and so can you, Murlian."

Ash sighed and adjusted his glasses.

Although Novia had told her that her purpose in this world was initially only for her, the addition of Murian made her feel a little disappointed. In addition, the two seemed to be closer to each other than to her. It wasn't jealousy, but simply a little envy and distress.

If the person I like could like me back right away.

While reviewing the fairy tale "The Happy Prince," the fairy in the park had this thought.

If it could come true, I wonder how happy I would be; my heart would surely feel like I'd discovered a shining star in my chest.

I just don't know what to do.

After all, over the years, she still quite enjoyed being with everyone, especially at night. She loved everything about the time when Fokin and Wuni bickered, Murlian was teased from time to time, and Novia would laugh out loud while telling fairy tales.

In the end, just as Murian had predicted, the Winged Clan recognized her, who had saved them, as their leader, and followed her every command.

Then, with the help of the wind fairy who delivered the information, the whole of Fairy Britain quickly learned that the two great fairies, Fang and Wing, had submitted to a single fairy.

The most indifferent of them all was the Mirror Clan. Compared to the Winged Fairies who fought amongst themselves, the Mirror Fairies were generally not afraid of death. However, Eincel, as the clan leader, was afraid because she could no longer predict the future during this period, and she found it hard to accept this.

As for the wind fairies, under the leadership of their chieftain Aurora, they have behaved relatively well, at least there haven't been any cases of them immediately killing each other.

The earth fairies were fighting amongst themselves in order to seize their respective workshops.

Since they each harbored their own ulterior motives and were no match for the Fang Fairy, the remaining fairy chieftains soon rushed to hand over their surrender documents.

Finally, at Novia's suggestion, the five fairies began building a new city, Rendynew, in southern Britain.

……

On the edge of the moon, in front of that 'door', a white dove stood motionless.

The final radiance is released.

However, at that very moment—

It tore through the gaps in the universe, came here, inserted itself between the 'door' and the dove, stood up to receive the released radiance and tore it apart.

To spread, to disappear.

The attack that was supposed to force the 'gate' to leave had no effect and disappeared into the void.

It was a dark shadow, like the universe itself, whose mere appearance was enough to throw all living beings, including concepts themselves, back into chaos, as if expecting destruction, engaging in absurd behavior, everything acting as it pleased, everything dancing wildly.

If the pigeons in front of us didn't exist, just a glance at the planet would strip it of all its existence.

It's not about killing and destruction, but about directly losing one's self as the subject of cognition. Even the feeling of being alive will never exist again. For both the planet itself and the creatures on it, it would be as if the whole world disappeared. It would be a world that transcends nothingness and approaches zero.

All living things will naturally move toward this goal, toward the destruction of losing themselves and the whole world.

The white dove seemed to be smiling at this, because the moon was behind it, so from all angles it looked as if its lips were curved into a crescent moon, silently... as if it were raising a smile.

"...Yahweh... lied to me... what was I thinking back then..."

The emotion in this voice comes from a deeper place; it is not the function of governing knowledge, logic, cognition, and language, but an emotion that can only be barely interpreted as "dissatisfaction" in the human sense.

"It's alright, it's alright, hate all you want. But do you really feel this way? As a long-awaited reunion, I understand this feeling quite well. In fact, it makes me feel nostalgic and at ease."

The white dove smiled happily as it looked up at the dark figure that was much taller than itself.

In the distant beyond, on the other side of the dazzling universe, light sweeps in like a tide, bursting forth in an instant no matter how far away it may be.

Solemn bells rang, warm firelight shone, golden dawn broke, the scent of rain fell, and the fragrance of grasslands wafted from the earth. Creatures from all universes and planets gave thanks for the divine light that bestowed upon them a day of peace.

"Alright, what's the plan now? Those under your command who don't have suitable carriers will be suppressed to the point that they can hardly survive, let alone you who have been staying 'outside' all this time."

Regardless of the past, Azathoth is now the source of all Outer Gods outside the universe. This blind and foolish Supreme God is destined to live in the dark order, never able to escape it, and will remain in a world beyond the reach of divine radiance, both now and in the future.

The falling snowflakes of light shone exceptionally brightly against the dark backdrop.

Nyarlathotep, who could only watch longingly from behind the door, saw that radiance and thought:

Or should we send Yog out to ease the tension?

"Shub, it's a success."

In that instant—Nya felt her sense of self-existence shrink sharply.

That... golden cup...

In that quaint, cramped library, endless rainbow-colored bubbles miraculously appeared behind it, resembling blue hair. At this moment, the One Who Unifies All Things touched the cheek of Abigail, who was sleeping soundly between his knees, and looked calmly through a 'door' at the previously arrogant and wicked god. The black cat beside him also showed the same calm expression.

"Nyarlathotep, if you ever try anything behind my back again, you'd better come to my library and have some fun, okay?"

Although her voice and lips were smiling, her blue eyes held no smile at all.

Naya closed his eyes for a moment, trying to express his actions in words.

This was also to sort out his emotions—listening to the will of Azathoth, and then the brown man had the answer.

"The ancient karma and curses are still endless, deeply and thickly intertwined, spreading into the abyss. Obey your call, the Lord of 'Procreation' has prepared a grand welcoming ceremony for you."

After speaking to Azathoth, Nyarlathotep raised one eye, glanced at a doorway, and said in an extremely provocative tone:

"Little Yug, your vessel... you don't really think it's your daughter, do you? Hehe, if that's the case, that would be really interesting."

Bubbles appeared directly around Naya. Not long after, the brown figure rolled its eyes and kicked its legs, lying motionless on the chaos. Then it jumped up again and continued shouting incoherently.

"That being said, little Yug must still be secretly shedding tears, hahaha..."

At the edge of the universe, beside the moon, warm light and pure darkness still confront each other. The dark figure is unknowingly covered by a thin layer of light, gradually fading into nothingness.

Finally, a gentle breeze flowed silently through the darkness, forming a small vortex where the dark figure stood, before disappearing without a trace.

At that moment, the white dove turned to look at the sea planet being burned by human reason, and simply shook its head silently.

Since they entered through a reasonable procedure, they should also be expelled through reasonable means.

……

The sixth singularity is Jerusalem, the holy city.

In the city stained with green grime, Jacques de Morai skipped and hopped to the center of the holy city. Looking at the people bound to crosses and covered in transparent green sacs, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He reached out and touched one of them, then pulled out a golden cup.

"Is this the true Holy Grail? If so, I wish for revenge against the French monarchy, for the fall of humanity, and for the return of Our Lady of the Abyss..."

At this point, the silver-haired girl seemed to belatedly realize something and touched her stomach.

"You've forgotten that Your Holiness the Abyss is already here with me. I have already attained endless liberation and boundless joy, which is why I let everyone release their hearts and lead them toward ultimate depravity. My God must think so too."

The devout faith that once resided in my eyes has vanished completely.

Instead, it is inhabited by a completely opposite will.

"Not here, not here, oh dear?"

Beneath the true Holy Grail of the Savior is an Arabic inscription that no one can fully and accurately translate. Over the years, many people have offered different translations, such as "To the one who brings glory," "Praise be to Mary," and "Merciful Lord."

However, previously in this holy city, he was translated as 'Lord of Prosperity,' but now he is translated as 'Lord of Fertility.'

Chapter 443 Scaring Yourself~

There have probably been few such cases since the creation of the fairy kingdom of Britain thousands of years ago.

Apart from the Rain Fairy, who was wiped out by the five great fairies for harboring the 'Paradise Fairy', the five great fairies actually submitted to a fairy and worked together to build the new southern city of Rendinium.