Merlin was beaten.
This is an indisputable fact.
When Artoria confirmed that the bell of the Mirror Clan was transformed after the death of the girl Gareth, she immediately became extremely angry.
She picked up her staff and beat Merlin violently. Fujimaru Ritsuka also asked little Da Vinci and Sengo Muramasa to help. Merlin was beaten so hard that he jumped up and down with a look of grievance on his face.
"Castor, Ritsuka, what's wrong with you? Why did you hit me?"
"I'm helping you. The sixth bell has been found, the queen is dead, and Caster can continue his pilgrimage. Isn't the most important thing for Chaldea to do now to go to Camelot Palace and search for the remains of the Fantasy Tree and the Holy Lance Armor?"
Merlin was very confused. "I helped you solve your biggest problem. Why are you so angry?"
Everyone: “…”
Even though Oberon was holding his breath, he couldn't help but twitch his lips after hearing Merlin's question through the staff.
Is it true that Merlin has no clue at all?
In the end, Merlin escaped. Anyway, he found the sixth bell according to Caster's request. The rest depends on Artoria Caster's own choice.
Merlin ran back to the Autumn Forest.
The autumn forest filled with scorched earth and dead branches was silent, except for a large vine hut wrapped with wisteria in the center of the woods.
Merlin lifted up his hand and opened the wisteria bouquet with scattered dark purple petals, and walked into the hut. He complained, "I am hated by Custer and Lixiang again."
Inside the hut, Ize Shan and Queen Morgan sat at a small round table woven with vines. In front of them was a chessboard. Ize Shan casually moved the queen's position and said, "This isn't the first time. You often get beaten for doing this. I thought you were used to it."
Queen Morgan sneered, "We can't allow creatures like nightmares to appear before us!"
As she spoke, she swiftly used her car to block the queen's escape route.
When Ize Shan saw that the queen could not be saved, he shrugged and simply gave up. He admitted defeat quickly and then looked at Merlin.
Upon seeing this, Izawa Shan burst out laughing.
Queen Morgan looked at Merlin as if giving alms, with a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.
Merlin's beautiful long white hair seemed to have been randomly cut several times by a pair of scissors, turning it into a thorny shape, which made him look a little funny.
Merlin sighed: "I've made the wrong friends." He saw Bawan Xi sitting on the side cushion. "Huh? Is she in the illusion?"
Ize Shan said calmly: "Too stupid, let her learn some tricks to be more careful."
Queen Morgan remained silent.
Merlin asked casually and then let go. He was too lazy to pay attention to Bawan Xi.
"Your Majesty, would you like to go to the sword foundry and wait? According to the procedure, the Paradise Fairies still need to face the tests of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I think it is more appropriate for you to accept the tests separately."
Queen Morgan hesitated for a moment and looked at Ize Shan: "Can I entrust Bawan Xi to you?"
Ize Shan didn't care: "Leave it with me, she is also Custer's friend."
Queen Morgan looked at Merlin again: "If Custer hadn't rung the sixth bell and she had given up her mission, wouldn't I have to forge the sword alone?"
Merlin smiled, his handsome face looked like a stone statue carved out of crystal.
"Don't worry, Custer will definitely go." He glanced at Ize Shan and smiled, "After all, she was asked to do this. She is a girl who will never refuse others. Her fate was determined from the beginning."
Queen Morgan's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. She nodded, stood up, and held the staff tightly in her hand: "Let's go now."
Merlin bowed slightly and opened the illusion. "Then, Your Majesty, please go to the hero's resting place, where only the innocent can reach."
Ize Shan said nothing until Queen Morgan and Merlin disappeared, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He clapped his hands, and when he separated them, a black light in the palms turned into a winged insect, and the next second, the insect disappeared.
At the same time, in the Camelot Palace, Kirshtalia jumped up after receiving the news. He quickly said to Kennis: "The queen has left. Quickly, let's go find the remains of the Fantasy Tree that was sealed by the queen, and the body tissue of the witch who created humans!"
On the other side, Oberon looked at the insect flapping its wings in the palm of his hand and clicked his tongue.
He was standing in front of the Salisbury dungeon, where Woodworth lay.
Woodworth looked miserable. He was deceived by Oberon's dream and Aurora's words, and mistakenly thought that he had killed Queen Morgan. At that moment, Woodworth, as the purpose of the fairy's survival, was killed by himself, and he almost turned into a disaster.
But Oberon released the dream illusion at the critical moment and temporarily controlled the process of Morsification.
Aurora was disgusted by Woodworth's filthiness, and Oberon took the opportunity to take Woodworth away.
At this moment, Oberon stepped forward and opened the door of the dungeon. Then he half-knelt down and reached out to touch the ground.
The black worms turned into mud and water that flowed out from his fingertips. The mud and water quickly formed a formation. Then, the mud and water seemed to have life, making sounds similar to chewing and swallowing, and completely devoured Woodworth.
The next second, the formation flashed by, and Woodworth and the black muddy water disappeared.
In the deep pit of the gods' corpses in front of the Camelot Palace, Woodworth appeared at the bottom of the pit.
His body was devoured by the corpse, his dream was broken by Oberon, and the moment Woodworth regained consciousness, he went mad.
The queen he loved was killed by him, the fairies he protected betrayed the queen, and the fairy kingdom he fought for was no longer in existence and was full of traitors. It would be better to destroy it.
Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!
All the fairies who betrayed the queen shall die!
Strong murderous intent and hatred filled Woodworth's heart. He took the initiative to welcome the catastrophic power of the god's corpse and became the carrier of the calamity brought by the god Cornunnos.
In an instant, the power of disaster in the entire fairy country increased significantly, and the entire country was filled with the breath of death and destruction.
The sky suddenly turned gloomy, and countless black antlers, human hands, and branches burst out from the cracks in the earth, as if to imprison everything.
The people who were still resting in Londinium looked at the sky in astonishment. Little Da Vinci said anxiously to Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Oh no! The concentration of ether in the air has increased significantly. The disaster is about to come!"
Mashu, who woke up in Orkney, remembered something: "It's the sacrifice! The sacrifice god in front of the Camelot Palace has awakened! Miss Ash has been worried that the sacrifice god has woken up...Ah, Her Majesty the Queen!"
The former savior was Her Majesty the Queen. Now that Her Majesty the Queen has died, the suppressed deity has awakened!
Artoria stared blankly at the calamity power rising in all directions, at the goblins that suddenly transformed into Moses, at the wailing and crying sounds that continued to ring out. At this moment, she actually had a strange sense of disconnection and unreality.
Regardless of whether they are repentant fairies or unrepentant, willful and selfish fairies, they have all been tortured by this sin for 14,000 years, and this torment will continue until their souls dissipate through the generations.
"…I am the Son of prophecy and the Savior."
Artoria Custer suddenly realized that she, as the savior, was not going to bring a satisfactory solution to the fairies.
She came simply to cut off this sin and repentance, and send the tortured gods and goblins to the land of soul peace, so that they can all be redeemed.
“I am the savior.”
Artoria Custer had a gorgeous and sad smile on her face. She once hated her mission very much. She once thought that fairies did not need to be saved by herself. She even thought that the mission imposed on her was too difficult and heavy...
However, as she counted the people and things she encountered along the way, Artoria couldn't help but feel a sense of pity and compassion in her heart in addition to her joy.
The fairy kingdom that is so beautiful and like a fairy tale picture scroll is actually a country of sin and torture, pain and redemption that lasts for 14,000 years. Only she, Artoria Custer, has the qualifications and ability to put an end to the picture scroll and cut off the fateful sin.
"Merlin is right. Everything is the choice of fate. It's my choice."
Artoria stepped forward and rang the last bell.
The bells ring all over Britain, from the end of the land in the north, to the wasteland of hope in the south, to the coal capital of Norwich, and to the unknown village of Cornwall in the west, where it all began.
The fairy traveled all over Britain, and she finally collected enough sword-making materials. She decided to step into the sword-making land and forge a star-made holy sword to save the planet.
Merlin, who had been waiting for a long time, opened the Avalon illusion again.
"Ah, welcome, welcome, have you made a decision? Caster, that's great, and Ritsuka and the rest of you can come and watch. After all, it's the holy sword that will save the world, and when it comes out of the furnace, it will certainly be the focus of everyone's attention. That's only natural."
Everyone: “…”
Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a sad face: "Although Artoria has decided to forge a sword, we should still fulfill her wish before she starts."
Artoria said with a wry smile: "Hey, thank you, Ritsuka. I'll be counting on your support then."
She raised her staff and said, "Take my stick, you bastard!"
Merlin panicked: "Huh? What? Why are you beating me again? I'm just a janitor!"
When Merlin led a group of people to the Inland Sea of Stars to forge the holy sword, Izawa Sugi separated a shadow to guard the stupid Bawan Xi, and the main body began to act.
Oberon had been waiting in the wilderness outside Salisbury. When Izesan and Thunder God came over, Oberon was whispering something to Blanca.
Blanca, a furry hawkmoth, is cursed and appears to be dying.
Ize Shan was stunned: "What's wrong with her?"
Oberon said casually, "She was by my side when Woodworth was contaminated. She got infected when she was protecting me from the curse."
Ize Shan was silent for a moment and said, "I'll send her back to Autumn Forest."
Oberon said nothing. Ize Shan flashed by and came back a minute later.
"Let's go to Camelot Palace and worship the place where the gods descended."
Ize Shan grabbed Oberon's arm and brought him to the pit of gods' corpses.
The concentration of the curse here is so high that any life that gets close will be turned into disaster, but Ize Shan himself is a priest, and with his obstruction, Oberon was not affected at all.
Oberon looked at the calamity force that almost filled the entire pit, and curled his lips: "Woodworth is the core, and the power he brings is greater than yours. You are such a bad priest."
Izawa Shan said unhappily: "I have consciousness and can control the size and output mode of the power of disaster. Woodworth is just a pure core. He is spreading power so recklessly. Once the priest is defeated, he will be finished."
Izawa Sugi never lost control when using the power of the ritual curse, which is why he successfully escaped several times in a row.
The two of them casually bickered with each other and stepped into the Camelot Palace.
The hall where the throne is located is littered with corpses of fairies, and it seems that when the curse broke out, the senior fairies and guards here seemed to be arguing fiercely about something.
In the face of the disaster, all the fairies were no longer differentiated by origin or strength. None of them were a match for the disaster and were directly crushed into meat pies.
Ize Shan raised his hand and cleared a relatively clean space in front of the throne.
He took out a scroll and took out an artificial doll, which was somewhat similar to Artoria. Ize Shan reached out and activated the control magic circle behind the doll, and the doll came to the throne.
As the magic power was input, the puppet successfully activated the spell that Kirshtalia had previously attached around the throne.
The puppets made by Izawa Sugi certainly do not have the extraordinary magic control and huge magic power of Morgan himself, so the puppets can only open doors and activate weapons.
Izawa Sugi himself is a priest who uses the power of disaster. It is impossible for him to use the power given by the priest to fight the priest.
Oberon is the Vortigern who destroyed Britain, using the same power of curses and destruction, not to mention that he is only a novice in magic and cannot use weapons.
At this moment, someone walked quickly into the hall, but after seeing the scene inside the hall, he stopped subconsciously.
It's Kirshtalia.
Kennis was not with him, he came alone.
Ize Shan chuckled, "You're here? That's great. You control the weapon and I'll help you control it. Go ahead and attack the deity in front of you."
Oberon looked Kirshtalia up and down without saying a word.
Kirshtalia was silent for a moment. The surroundings were filled with a strong force of disaster. The situation was urgent. He did not ask stupid questions such as why or what happened. He simply asked: "Although you have explained the principles of weapon construction in the dream class, to be honest, this weapon is not very compatible with me. The strength of my attack may not be enough."
Ize Shan smiled and called to Kirshtalia, "It's okay, I can increase your strength."
The blond young man took a step forward and put his hand on the back of the puppet being controlled.
"Morgan's uniform is not immutable."
Ize Shan also stretched out his hand and covered the back of Kirshtalia's hand.
"Her weapon is based on the Holy Lance Longomeniad. I know a little about the Holy Lance, and I have also taught you the analytical structure."
“…I thought it was extracurricular knowledge gained in class.”
Izawa Sugi smiled: "With your talent, you should be able to reconstruct the structure of the weapon immediately, right?"
Kirshtalia took a deep breath and activated the magic mark in his body, twisting his nerves. The magic circuits began to boil like flames, and his body made of flesh and blood seemed to have turned into some kind of living object.
The consciousness is withdrawn, the mind is highly concentrated, and one's own organs naturally resonate with the celestial bodies. The breath is like the gravity and repulsion of the planet, unconsciously pulling everything around.
Izawa Sugi's voice rang in my ears.
"After losing the blessing of the Atlantic Abnormal Belt, the power of your celestial magic has indeed decreased, but in my opinion, the galaxy that fills the starry sky and the rushing river of light are the same."
"Planets with different rotation speeds, different rules, different living environments and different degrees of life are just like light worms with different shapes and distorted life rules."
After Ize Shan came into contact with Kirshtalia and learned about celestial magic, he began to wonder if he could transform the light worms in his body into light pulse magic?
Due to the peculiarities of the fairy kingdom of Britain, Ize Shan cannot use his own strength and can only rely on the power of the gods and Oberon to fight.
But if he uses Kirshtalia as a medium and celestial magic as the conditions and restrictions for performing the spell, can he use the power of light pulses?
The answer should be yes.
“Humans need to keep their heads down to get food from the land and survive, but when humans start to look up at the stars, life begins to transform.”
"The light pulse is the original birthplace and place of return of life, the reincarnation and alternation of life and death. Each insect is like a special planet, spinning and breathing alone in the deep and silent universe."
The voice of the person beside her seemed to come from far away, and Kirshtalia felt a surge of vitality coming from her folded hands.
This terrifying power spun and accelerated along the abundant magic circuits in his body, like a rushing river, or like a galaxy overlooking all living things from high in the sky.
Then something lit up.
It was not the celestial bodies that he was familiar with in the past, but the thoughts and memories in his heart.
The little beggar he first met in the slums, the grandfather who took him home, the former director of Chaldea, the other members and partners of Team A, and Kenis...
"If it were you, you should be able to do it, Kirshtalia Wadham."
"Come, take my power and ignite the will and fire of human victory in your heart."
“Even though the universe is cold and silent, there is still a planet that is constantly burning, emitting brilliance and flames. Human beings’ yearning for the sun will never disappear.”
Everyone Kirshtalia knew and everything she encountered seemed to have turned into leaping flames.
The flames gathered together and turned into burning stars, and then many flaming stars gathered into a long river, a sword that cut through the entire sky.
Something was about to come out, and Kirshtalia couldn't help but whisper a spell.
"The body of man. The thoughts of man. The love of man. The faith of man."
"We gather the faith to destroy God in human form. Although we are ordinary people, we can also kill God!"
The weapons in front of the throne glowed with brilliant light, first pure white, then turning into a flaming red.
That is the first ray of light that welcomes the rising sun after the long night.
Bathed in the first rays of light, the hope and perseverance rising from the bottom of the heart are the most tenacious and powerful treasures that even God cannot defeat.
Boom——
The red holy sword in the form of twelve blades transformed into the blade that would ensure victory for mankind and rushed forward.