Magic is a trick to deceive the world, steal the world's power, distort the world and change the world's laws.

The longer the spell-chanting session, the stronger your ability to penetrate the world and steal the authority of the law.

However, the human body is too fragile and can only withstand spells of less than ten bars. If one wants to extend the chanting period, one must arrange the ceremony venue in advance and construct a special magic force field.

Kirshtalia used the Atlantic Novel Belt to construct a special force field that could bring the entire galactic body into the scope of great magic.

But in the fairy kingdom, without the special environment and with the barrier blocking her, Kirshtalia could only use her own small source to launch celestial magic. Fortunately, the fairy kingdom was filled with a high ether concentration, and the spellcasting environment was comparable to that of the Age of Gods, which enabled her to achieve the magic effect and scale of Londinion before.

Kirshtalia never thought that with the help of King Uther of Panhuman History, he could release such a terrifying and powerful attack, just like what he had done in the Atlantic Abnormal Zone. No, the power of magic is even stronger than before!

The blazing flames were like fire dragons, constantly burning and dancing on the huge body of the deity.

The rotten flesh of the god made a crackling sound as it was roasting. Thick smoke rushed up to the sky, forming a thick fog. The world seemed to dim, with only the flickering flames on the god's body remaining.

It is like the only sun emitting hot light in the dark and cold universe.

"Although the darkness before dawn is thick, it cannot hide the brilliance of the rising sun."

Ize Shan's voice rang in Kirshtalia's ears, with a hint of smile, "I knew you could do it."

"Stop daydreaming and keep shooting!"

Izawa Sugi's tone suddenly became serious, and he increased his power transmission again.

Kirshtalia groaned, and the magic circuits in his body howled as if they were being squeezed, but he did not slow down. Instead, he followed Izawa Sugi's request and once again injected all his strength into the puppet.

Yes, humans are indeed unable to endure chanting of magic spells longer than ten bars, but King Uther found another way and created artificial puppets. Artificial puppets do not have any restrictions and can perform great magic to their heart's content!

All he had to do was...

"Ritsuka told me about your plan to destroy gods. At that time, I thought that if you can defeat gods with the faith of the old humans, then you must be able to use this kind of fire to kill ghosts and gods."

This is because it is a special technique that has been passed down by humans through thousands of years of hard work and perseverance, using human bodies to kill ghosts and gods.

Ize Shan's eyes turned pure gold, with countless waves and tides rolling and surging in his eyes. They were leaping insects and breaths of light that exuded a rich life.

This power continuously supported Kirshtalia to cast magic, one shot, another, the third shot, the fourth shot...'

Kirshtalia forgot the pain of his magic circuits being torn apart, and the sorrow of his internal organs and life force being squeezed out. He attacked relentlessly, vowing to bring the god down on the spot.

Under his high-intensity attack, the sacrificial corpse in front of him, which was emitting a strong force of disaster, almost became a giant fireball burning with flames.

The flames looked like vines climbing up rocks, soft and slender. No matter how hard the black muddy water transformed by the power of disaster struggled, it could not escape the cage formed by the thin flames.

"roar--"

The corpse of the god let out a deafening roar, and that roar was like a sound wave. The wild air waves instantly blew away the dome of the Camelot Palace, exposing the throne to the range of the curse.

Oberon disappeared without a trace, and there were hurried footsteps in the distance.

"Hey! Are you still alive?"

That was Kennis's voice.

Ize Shan blocked the disaster outbreak caused by the sacrifice for Kirshtalia. He looked at the sacrificial corpse not far away with a complicated expression, a little dazed.

He heard it, and at that moment, Izawa Sugi heard the sound of the sacrifice.

This god is actually saying, please don't leave.

Somehow, Ize Shan seemed to hear the voice of another god.

Don't leave me

Izawa Sugi opened his mouth but ultimately did not answer.

At this moment, Kirshtalia coughed softly.

Ize Shan smelled blood, he came back to his senses, looked down at Kirshtalia, and sighed: "...Is it too much?"

Kirshtalia's Seventh Truth was bleeding, and it looked terrible.

Ize Shan frowned, and he took another look at the god's rotten flesh shell that was constantly regenerating. "Can we do it again? I can see the god's core now. I just need to smash it and it will be over."

Seeing Kirshtalia's pale face and swaying figure, Kennis could not help but roar, "Idiot! You will die if you continue like this!"

Kirshtalia closed his eyes, and a very gentle smile appeared on his pale face.

“It’s okay, because this is something only I can do.”

He is the only human here, and he happens to have the ability to analyze weapons and cast great magic. Of course, who else can do it but me!

Ize Shan looked deeply at Kirshtalia and promised Kennis, "It's okay, leave it to me. I will protect him."

Kenis snorted and glared at Ize Shan: "You can't even protect yourself, right?"

In Kennis's view, Ize Sugi's body has become translucent.

As the divine core of the sacrificed god was continuously attacked by weapons, its power declined drastically, and Izawa Sugi, who relied on the summoning of the sacrificed god to survive in the fairy country, was about to lose the anchor of the contract.

Izawa Sugi smiled and said, "My anchor point is not just the worship of gods."

Then he said in a serious tone, "Please believe me, this is a promise from King Uther."

The promise he made in the name of the King will be fulfilled with all his might.

Kenis choked, gritted her teeth and threw a small box to Izeshan.

"Here, this is the body tissue of the witch that the queen hid, which he asked me to find. According to his account, there should be nothing you want in the Camelot Palace."

Kenis stared at Izeshan with hatred: "If you dare to break the contract, I will kill you!"

Ize Shan took the box, and in front of Kennis's dull gaze, he took out a golden holy grail.

Kenis: “……?”

"Can you understand the feeling of having power but being blocked and unable to use it?"

Ize Shan complained and casually slapped the Holy Grail on Kirshtalia, "Maybe Oberon will understand a little bit. Anyway, it will end soon."

With the blessing of the Holy Grail, Kirshtalia only felt that her soul and consciousness were floating, as if she was drunk, or as if she was drowned by magic. The world was spinning, and the magic was so thick and sticky that it was even about to turn into crystals, making Kirshtalia feel as if her soul was being eroded.

"Okay, let's continue."

Ize Shan encouraged Kirshtalia, "You are not the same person you were before. You ate the cup and got strengthened. Come on!"

Kenis: “…”

She couldn't help but say, "Will it burst?"

Izawa Sugi said nonchalantly, "How can you die if you don't blow him up?"

With a loud bang, the strongest and most dazzling light burst out from the sharp blade.

Like a roar that cuts through the ages, or like the ambitions that rise when humans look up at the sky, this blow pierced straight through the rotten flesh of the god that was constantly recovering itself, and penetrated the core of the god hidden within.

Countless disastrous forces were like exploding fireworks, flying in all directions. Cracks appeared in the thick clouds, and fine black rain fell from the sky. A strong wind blew up, and the rubble around the earth was constantly blown back into the air.

The deity let out an unwilling roar, and on its huge, hairy body, the red slits that looked like eyes locked onto Izawa Sugi.

To be more precise, it was the box containing the body tissue of the miko that was locked in Izawa Sugi's hand.

Izawa Sugi seemed to understand the meaning of the offering. He said seriously: "She will definitely come back to you."

Following Ize Sugi's promise, the huge corpse of the god turned into countless black particles, which looked like debris of the earth, mixed in the wind and rain, and scattered all over the land of the fairy kingdom.

Crack! Cracks appeared on the artificial doll, and it also shattered.

Kirshtalia could no longer hold on, groaned, and passed out. Kenis subconsciously helped his lord.

Ize Shan reached into Kirshtalia's heart and slowly pulled out the Holy Grail.

Kenis subconsciously wanted to stop him: "What are you doing?"

Ize Shan said frankly: "I will use the Holy Grail to take away his soul, otherwise he will always be controlled by the alien god."

Kennis paused, thinking of Ize Shan's promise and the contract with the alien god, and finally sighed: "Forget it, saying goodbye is not suitable for him and me, so let it be."

Ize Shan took away Kirshtalia's soul and a small piece of her hair.

"As a companion in slaying demons and gods, I will help the next generation to reincarnate."

Kenis silently picked up Kirshtalia's body, then turned and left.

Izawa Sugi held the Holy Grail and did not retract it into his body.

After waiting for a few seconds, tiny insects on the ground gathered together and turned into human shapes.

That's Oberon.

Oberon said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "I didn't expect you to carry such a terrifying source of magic power with you."

Izawa Shan smiled bitterly: "So you can understand how miserable and depressed I am, relying only on the power of the gods and you, to stay in the fairy kingdom?"

At this moment, Oberon still looked like a handsome prince. He wore a white robe and a furry cloak. He walked on the polluted ground of the black land of disaster, like a holy light falling into the darkness.

In other words, he didn't want the people in front of him to see his other side.

The fairy prince smiled and asked Ize Shan: "Isn't it time for you to leave too?"

Ize Shan nodded. As long as he took back the Holy Grail, his own power would overflow, and he would be squeezed out of the fairy kingdom immediately after losing his anchor for offering sacrifices to the gods.

Now he can still stay in the form of a faint phantom, purely because the power of disaster in the air around him is too sticky, and because of the support of the power left for him by Oberon.

"Most of the corpses used for the sacrifice have dissipated. You should no longer be oppressed and can be free."

Izawa Sugi felt extremely relaxed. He teased, "Don't be soft-hearted. Promise me that you will destroy this country and every trace of the witch left on this continent."

This was what he had originally promised to do during the sacrifice to the gods.

Oberon's expression became extremely complicated at one moment, and then he became a little angry, as if he was looked down upon.

"Of course, this has always been my wish."

After a pause, Oberon looked at Ize Shan who was disappearing from his calves. He moved his lips and asked again: "You helped Merlin complete his mission, fulfilled the commission of the sacrifice to the gods, and even helped me destroy Britain. What about you?"

"Uther, did you gain anything from this trip?"

Ize Shan's eyes widened slightly, as if he had heard something incredible and funny.

"I got a lot. I met Arthur and Morgan's counterparts, the beautiful yet dark fairy tale kingdom, the poor prince who was fair and black, and I also met new descendants. I learned celestial magic and the Holy Lance Arms. I got so much."

Izawa Sugi pretended to reminisce and he slowed down his tone.

"Merlin once said that I am a collection device similar to Caster, a light worm that walks on the timeline and worldline with Izawa Sugi as the main personality. This is an objective fact, and I don't refute him."

When Oberon heard this, his face turned a little unhappy. He seemed to want to say something, but he held back.

Izawa Sugi continued, "But from my own subjective point of view, it is because I know you and many other people that I am who I am, not just a collection device."

He smiled happily.

"Besides, the collection device is just a metaphor. I am actually a human being with small ambitions. I want to meet more people, see more wonderful scenery, go to places that no one else can go, see the world and see all living things."

"Everything I see will become my most precious possession, the strongest force to support me in my fight against gods and demons and to move forward firmly."

Oberon looked a little strange: "Like killing the priest?"

Ize Shan nodded heavily and said confidently: "Even if it's a dragon of destruction like you, I'm not afraid."

Oberon watched as the light and shadow gradually dissipated to Ize Shan's upper body. He looked away, not wanting to look at that spirited face.

"You don't stand a chance fighting me."

Ize Shan smiled: "I am your helper this time, you have to help me too."

Oberon smiled unconsciously: "Is this considered a younger brother helping his older brother?"

"King Uther is only one side of me."

"Vortigern is just one side of me."

Izeshan raised his eyes to look at Oberon, as if he could see through what the young man was thinking.

"But you are not just Oberon. You are so unlucky. Influenced by the special environment of the fairy kingdom, two legends were collaged into the unique you. You are not you, but you are the only you."

Izawa Sugi took out a small bag, inside of which was the small piccolo that Jigoku Iwakatsu had given him.

"I'll give it to you."

Oberon was stunned: "What?"

"Not for Oberon, nor for Vortigern, but simply as a farewell gift to someone who has fulfilled a wish of mine and one whom I have fulfilled."

Ize Shan put away the Holy Grail. The moment the Holy Grail returned to his body, the golden light dissipated faster.

"After being busy for 14,000 years, it must be a rare pastime for you to take a break by playing the flute for a while."

"Goodbye. By the way, my name is Izawa Sugi."

"But I think you already know it. I hope you can tell me the name you admit next time we meet."

Ize Shan's voice still echoed a little, but the person in front of the jade throne had completely disappeared and left the fairy kingdom.

Oberon tightly grasped the small bag containing the flute and stared at the empty space ahead. It took him a long time to let go of the anger in his chest.

"Is it the sound of the flute echoing in the abyss of Naraku? It sounds quite romantic."