Otherwise, you can find another savior.

Ash’s every word struck Morgan’s emotional triggers precisely, and his restrained anger was slowly spiraling out of control.

This is precisely the essence of Ash's tactics.

While keeping an eye on the magical changes in the environment, Ash focused his attention on Morgan.

Anger is the right thing to do.

After all, I'm even angrier than you are right now.

In other situations, it wouldn't be a bad idea to sit down and have a good chat about our love for Britain.

But since you've chosen this path, the only outcome left is to become enemies.

The air became thick and heavy, and the magnetic field of the First Underworld changed according to Morgan's will, turning the intangible space into a tangible entity.

The restless magic gradually converged and gathered towards Ash's location.

Undoubtedly, they intended to surround her like this and tear her apart bit by bit.

Snap—

A cracking sound came from behind.

But it wasn't Ash's bones or body that shattered; it was the umbrella projected onto her hand.

She gently released her grip, letting the fragments of the umbrella fall, dissipating into magic before hitting the water and returning to the Great Source.

The world changed color.

The events in the First Underworld are shifting towards tools targeting Ash.

Once completed, it will become her nemesis.

Just like the Flower Magician who stepped into the claustrophobic tower, there was no possibility of escape.

“It felt the same way when I locked up that man named Merlin.” Morgan looked at Ash, his smile turning sinister and twisted. “You’re even harder to deal with than that man. Let this Tratrauki become your suffocating tower!”

"The Court of the Innocent".

For the innocent fairies of Paradise, this was a very suitable method.

The scale of the "Court of the Innocent," which was created by incorporating the "severe" aspect of Shiomi's powers and utilizing the existing environment, can be described as unprecedented.

Morgan's intentions went far beyond simply confining Ash here.

Confinement is only the first step.

As Ash's figure was gradually engulfed by the giant waves of Tratrauki, Morgan was about to mock Ash for being so arrogant, hesitating to make a move and only focusing on defense.

Just one step away from closing, the "Court of the Innocent" was suddenly struck by a violent explosion from within, tearing apart the nearly completed structure.

The enormous vortex surged and swirled uncontrollably, forcing her to deploy a defense amidst the swirling waves and maintain her footing.

"It's slightly different from my 'Court,' but in terms of spell construction, it ultimately leads to the same goal." Ash closed her eyes, surrounded by a vast amount of magic power emanating outwards. "Magic battles have run their course, so—!"

The counterattack magic instantly materialized and headed towards Morgan's location.

It's not large in scale, so we can hold them off.

Morgan realized that the skill gap between the two teams was not significant, and that as long as they could utilize their home-court advantage and drag the game into a war of attrition...

As she was thinking this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a silvery gleam slicing through the mist, heading straight for her throat.

Morgan was taken aback when the hastily erected barrier managed to stop him.

That is precisely the most direct difference between the "parallel existence" of Pan-Human History and Lostbelt.

"It's a gun?!"

Morgan realized just how skilled Ash was with a single strike, and exclaimed in surprise as he watched the barrier about to be cut open.

Chapter Thirty-One: Stubbornness

Not only that, Morgan also recognized the gun's real name.

Percival, the second-ranking Knight of the Round Table, wielded another sacred lance—Longinus.

As Morgan realized the true name of the Noble Phantasm, Ash's silver holy spear sliced ​​through the magic barrier.

Morgan grunted as he barely withstood the blow with his wand. The impact sent him flying towards the wide area in the middle of the water. He then managed to stabilize himself by constricting the space with his magic.

“You even have this gun? What are you doing—” Morgan further realized the lack of information.

It wasn't that they were the hidden agents of the South American Lostbelt, or that the priest with the forced smile who actually withheld some of the information they shared; rather, it was that they themselves couldn't grasp all of Ash's information.

In Chaldea's battles, the man whose power was taken away always charged to the front.

Therefore, their intelligence was most severely leaked.

Conversely, it also became a protective shield for others.

"Don't misunderstand, this is not the holy lance wielded by the Knights of the Round Table." Ash held the lance with practiced ease. "This is the sacrificial artifact that drifted with me from the Inner Sea of ​​Stars to Britain; it is the 'Spear of the Chosen.'"

“I see.” Morgan stood up and wiped the water off his face.

Terrataugi's environment once again shifted according to her will, attempting to hinder Ash's actions.

Clutching his chosen spear, Ash seized the moment when undercurrents surged, stepped across the turbulent waters of the underworld, and launched a high-speed attack on Morgan.

Both are top magicians, and even if they use mirror magic to try to get close, the other will detect it first.

When Morgan sensed the watery mirror surface emerging behind him, he discerned its true nature from the flow of magic.

She quickly turned around and disrupted the magic trick, preventing the mirror-combining technique from being completed.

Unsurprisingly.

While running around, he saw this result and silently made a judgment.

and so--

The mirror images kept appearing one after another, forcing Morgan to quickly decipher each one.

Whether it's true or false, no single mirror can complete the task.

A key feature of this magic trick is that it allows you to create an exit before setting up an entrance within the area of ​​your field of vision.

This is a really tricky tactic.

Morgan wanted to follow suit and launch a counterattack, but Ash's mobility was so outrageous that her eyes could barely keep up with its movements.

"Don't just look in the mirror!"

Finally, as Morgan unscrewed the mirror on the left, the silver gun blade emerged from behind the mirror.

It wasn't that the ash passed through the mirror, but rather that it arrived close at that moment.

The chaotic environment did not stop her.

Morgan, who had no time to undo the remaining mirrors, tiptoed across the water and retreated swiftly.

Unfortunately, Ash was relentless in its pursuit, preventing her from unleashing her full power in her counterattacks.

"A magician who prefers melee combat, just as wicked as a certain nightmare." Morgan was caught up again, and she used her magic to construct a weapon to block the holy spear's downward strike.

"Nonsense, this is a spear technique personally taught by my husband." Ash didn't care at all. "But you, relying on the terrain of the First Underworld and the power you seized, can you only gain an advantage through sneak attacks?"

"The guy who attacked with the Holy Sword has the nerve to say such a thing." Morgan used his wand to maintain his counterattack with his right hand, while his free left hand quickly manipulated another spell to attack Ash from behind.

Ash revealed a smug smile: "This is retaliation for your sneak attack last night—!"

"Ha..." Morgan scoffed.

The magic of the pincer attack is complete; now it's time to turn the tables.

Just as she raised her hand, about to clench her fist and change the flow of magic to attack, two sharp red beams flashed past, grazing her body and leaving wounds on her arms and waist.

Bright red blood flowed out from there.

She turned around in astonishment and saw the two red spears spin and stop, then turn their heads and aim at her position again.

Morgan then remembered that the man whose powers had been taken away by the three parties was skilled with the Crimson Spear and was a disciple of Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

These two vermilion spears are the symbol of Scáthach's disciple status.

A Noble Phantasm bearing a curse.

Even if the true name is not revealed, merely leaving a wound will cause the curse to spread from the injured area, preventing the wound from healing.

Breaking the curse is not difficult.

"You... haven't used your own tactics since just now?" Morgan asked.

“No, this is also my strategy,” Ash said. “The gun belongs to both my husband and me as his wife. It is the common property of husband and wife.”

As they spoke, Ash pressed forward again, giving Morgan no time to prepare a grand magic trick, forcing him to respond with a short and quick one.

"Seize my husband's power and occupy the Lostbelt's underworld, what exactly do you want to accomplish?" Ash finally asked.

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking. I will create my own Britain on this bleached planet!" Morgan raised her hand and slapped away Ash's pursuit, panting as she roared, "I will transform this planet into a land teeming with mysterious fairies!"

"Fairyland? How superficial!" Ash frowned deeply and questioned sharply, "Do you really think that you can rest easy by replacing your subjects with fairies?"

She raised her hand, aimed at the vermilion spears, and after they split, hundreds and thousands of vermilion spears flashed with an ominous red light in the sky, like a sky full of death stars.

"Whether it's Pan-Human History or Lostbelts, fairies are not an option as subjects. Even if you don't want to govern, they will still lead your ideal country to meaningless destruction on their own."

Accompanied by scathing rebukes, the cursed crimson spears rained down like a storm.

They spread out their defenses to withstand the attack, but could not eliminate the dense impact.

Having retreated outside the attack range, Fan frowned and stared as the attack from the crimson spear gradually saturated, eventually triggering a new round of explosions.

It can achieve an attack style close to "Sword that Pierces Death" without needing to reveal one's true name.

“It sounds like you already know all about it, but that’s none of my business.” Morgan, leaning on her wand and covered in blood, grinned, her eyes filled with a mad obsession. “My decisions are final.”

"You have no chance of winning, don't you understand?"

After seeing it with his own eyes, Ash was still amazed by the depth of his obsession with pan-human history.

If it weren't for him, I probably would have gone down the same path...

"Winning chances? You call it winning chances if you only have a slight advantage?"

Morgan knelt on the lake, stretching out his hands.

The "Severe Power" temporarily acquired a form that existed between reality and illusion, appearing in her arms.

Ash sensed something was wrong and quickly reached out, trying to resonate with that part of the power and call it back.

"Power and authority fusion!"

With a frenzied roar, Morgan swallowed the power he had not yet fully grasped and forcibly merged it with himself.

Chapter Thirty-Two was retrieved, but not completely.

What would happen if we forcibly merged with divine power?

It's hard to say for sure.

However, she believes that, generally speaking, it depends on the divine nature of the original owner of the power.

Shiomi's power is extremely close to that of the main god.

Even if he offers no resistance and allows Ash to seize and devour him, Ash cannot easily gain control and avoid any possible side effects or even go berserk.

The unified divine form is Shiomi's solution.

Such acts of arbitrarily devouring power, forcibly merging with it, and acquiring the power of deification.

There can only be one answer.

Ash retrieved the vermilion spear, using it as a testament to resist the rampaging magical wind.

That made her realize the anomaly she had encountered at that tiny singularity.

The only difference is the physical sensation.

Rampage.

"The obsession runs so deep..." Ash couldn't help but sigh, "But if it's gone this far, isn't it putting the cart before the horse?"

Morgan, who forcibly merged with the powers, became the core himself. The waters of the First Underworld converged on him, spontaneously constructing a special divine body and transforming him into an absolutely ruthless god.

As its name suggests, "severe" is the most demanding aspect of Shiomi Tenkei's character, a one-sided manifestation of his authority.

They have the power of life and death over all living beings within their sight, subjecting them to trials that no one can withstand.