The Moon King Descends Here

Although the Sea of Stars is the core of Earth and the manifestation of the origin of this terrestrial planet's existence, just like the roots of a tree, each Earth that has developed differently is an extension of its trunk and branches. However, this does not mean that the things in the Sea of Stars are also the source.

In fact, the Sea of Stars of every planet are interconnected. Within the Sea of Stars, things that are close to each planet are different and have their own specific characteristics.

The fairy paradise, though it exists in the Sea of Stars, is still a paradise belonging to 'this world'.

Fairies are Phantasmal Species formed from the condensation of life's fantasies, and so is Paradise.

People's fantasies and human dreams are the foundation for building a paradise.

Ultimately, the spirits cannot ascend to a more expansive and majestic throne like the gods who enter the Sea of Stars, so they still need imagination as their foundation.

If such a fantasy were to deviate from its intended course, then Paradise itself would also be thrown into turmoil.

This is exactly the situation that is happening in the paradise Present Moment.

In the present world, Rovi inexplicably became the ' Fey King '.

People transferred some of their fantasies onto him.

Thus, in order to save itself, Paradise began to develop "Paradise Fairies" that carried "duties," unlike the original "nothingness" fairies formed from other fantasies.

... Morgana Lefebvre, or rather, Vivian.

Morgan le Fay is the name the Paradise prepared for him to take on his journey to the mortal world.

Vivian is the name of a fairy.

"What you need to do is go to the mortal world and end the traces left by that King of Fey."

"What you need to do is to end the activities of the fairies in the present world and to end the mystery."

"To bring fantasy back into paradise from the outside."

Amidst the blowing wind across the open fields and the boundless glow of the sunset, a young and beautiful figure slowly opened her azure eyes.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"It's not Phantasmal Species like monsters or fairies, nor is it some mysterious creature left over from an ancient era..."

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

"Don't panic—"

"..."

The sound echoed across the wilderness as Roman soldiers, gripping spears, javelins, swords, and shields, struggled to maintain their formation, advancing step by step.

Faced with the overwhelming tide of enemies, many people wore inexplicable solemnity on their faces.

Soldiers from Rome and young warriors gathered from various barbarian tribes traversed this land of West Asia from the continent of Europa, sweeping across the land like longswords. They had slain gods and fought against ancient mythical beast subspecies summoned by barbarian sorcerers.

They were invincible, so they could maintain their high morale in any situation.

That does not include the current situation.

Sand dunes, deserts, and the sound of wind in the wilderness—one after another, staggering figures emerge from the earth, and one after another, withered hands crawl out from beneath, gripping the ground, revealing corpses, broken flesh, and bones gleaming with a cold, eerie light...

The enemy they faced was not a powerful foe, yet it seemed strangely elusive.

That's a 'person'.

The corpses of the dead, those buried on this land, the bodies of the warriors' kin.

The people who had been dead for a long time were drawn out of the ground by an inexplicable force, and they launched an attack.

Layer upon layer, rising and falling, endlessly.

"You who desecrate the dead and toy with death, your sins are unforgivable!"

Boudica appeared particularly angry.

Barghest manifested as a colossal, awe-inspiring Machine God, its imposing presence awe-inspiring under the sunlight. Driving its hounds and warning of death, each strike, propelled by engines burning and surging between its ankles, unleashed immense power, shattering the ground and creating massive craters.

There is no trace of it, not even a trace of it.

The dead kept emerging from the ground.

How many people have died on this land throughout history?

Uncountable.

The number of roots cannot be calculated.

Just by looking at them, one can see the figures of corpses from various eras.

Primitive humans, Stone Age humans, people who still ate raw meat and drank blood...

Unless this land can be completely destroyed.

Erase its existing 'record'.

Otherwise, such impacts will be difficult to completely stop.

In that very moment of intense struggle, the roar of a colossal dragon came from the sky, and the radiant blue dragon slowly lowered its massive claws.

They seized the endless corpses on the ground, and at the same time, they utterly shattered the earth beneath their feet.

Dust billowed up, gradually thinned and dissipated, finally revealing a vast, abyss-like fissure.

"Wow... that's amazing!" Barghest glanced at the sky. The dragon's figure had disappeared, but the remaining glow still shimmered like the aurora borealis.

The fairy from Paradise had seen Rovi's tentacles.

At this moment, she recognized the dragon's claws falling from the sky as the absolute strongest.

The Dragon of Albion.

Merlin—

"Having shaken off the confusion in your heart, it seems you are gradually able to unleash your original power." At the rear of the legion, Rovi, sitting on a chariot, glanced across the entire battlefield, then turned his gaze to look at the girl falling from the sky behind him.

Merlin stood firmly on the ground, a smile appearing on her face as she regained her human form from her dragon form, "Yes, this is the posture I should have always been in..."

"Indeed, that's impressive!" Ainsworth remarked from the side. "It must have power approaching that of the Primal One, right?"

Even Ainsworth Athena, as a goddess, was only the queen of one pantheon and had not truly reached the primordial realm of planetary scale, which could extend her influence to the entire surface of the planet.

but...

"As long as I can completely complete the Third Magic, I can also reach that height, reach the scenery you long for."

The Third Magic is completed in human form, and then the power of the Soul Manifestation is used to feed back the existence of the gods, materializing the Spirit Core and returning that enormous energy to the human body.

In this way, Ainsworth will be able to obtain a continuous source of power.

She will become the 'snake' that masters the 'principle of cycles'.

—Athena in ancient times was the goddess who controlled 'serpents', and the Gorgon Sisters, the most famous serpent goddesses in the West, were her subordinates.

"Don't worry, that day won't be too far away," Rovi said with a smile, encouraging Ainsworth.

He looked at what was in front of him again.

Even if the dead were to rise from the earth, it would be difficult to climb out from beneath the shattered, solidified soil.

Rovi brandished his sword and ordered the army to continue advancing, but he was clear on one point. "This is just a harbinger."

The Roman army has crossed the Ural Mountains.

After sweeping through North Asia,

They set off for West Asia.

Next, it might venture into Southwest Asia, or into North Africa, or perhaps even reach more distant borders, venturing into lands that even Alexander II failed to conquer.

Before that, they will face their biggest challenge.

—The Crimson Moon.

— Brunestud has entered the ground.

The countless deaths were merely a harbinger.

It was only to welcome the massive procession of the dead who appeared in preparation for the arrival of the ' Moon King ' of Tsukigamihara.

The Roman army crossed countless mountains and seas, reaching the borders of West Asia.

The battle-hardened army had defeated the then-powerful Parthian and Kushan Parthian Empire, but just as it was about to move south, it faced a crisis.

The legend records that the calamity was a natural disaster.

A blood-red moon fell from the sky, a pitch-black night enveloped the world, and death revived from the earth, bringing with it the threat of eternal slumber.

That night.

The army was stationed on the plains, with scattered firelight dotting the landscape, which, from a distance, resembled Star River in the sky.

The moon appeared exceptionally bright that night.

Yet, he cast a crimson glow that was impossible to suppress, a heavy weight in one's heart.

The patrolling soldiers were on high alert; having fought the dead during the day, they were all on edge.

"I have a vague feeling of unease."

From the top of the high watchtower, the forward commander Boudica arrived in person.

Barghest grinned. "Uneasy? Of course!"

"I also feel uneasy, I have a feeling... something big is coming."

"Bufan Xi, is there anything Your Majesty may request?"

When asked about the red fairy girl, she tilted her head. "No, before nightfall, Lord Rovi only gave one order."

"Before sunrise, everyone is forbidden to go out."

Barghest frowned slightly, then exhaled. She looked towards the central command tent, where a small, silver-haired figure sat cross-legged above the tent. A strange expression appeared on the face of the battle-type fairy. "With her here... there shouldn't be any problems."

Having witnessed the terrifying power displayed by the dragon that fell during the day, Barghest believed this to be true.

Bagster, who is a fusion of combat-type mechas, has confidence in his own power. As a fairy, he is now confident that he can even fight against the gods of the divine system.

The creature met that claw attack...

She felt she didn't even have a chance to struggle.

It is...

"Speaking of which, tonight's moon is a bit strange, isn't it?"

"Really..."

Crimson hues, like a blood-red haze.

It possesses an eerie, almost otherworldly beauty, and this beauty seems to be constantly amplified...

Wait, zoom in!?

"Has the moon set?!"

The moon is getting bigger.

The moon and the moon fall!

In the military camp, countless soldiers subconsciously raised their heads, looking up at the ever-expanding full moon above.

A colossal hum resounded in everyone's ears as the terrifying weight accumulated and rubbed against the atmosphere, piercing through the boundless, thick protective barrier of the planet.

The air was distorted, and the plains were tilted and turbulent.

Despite the stinging in their eardrums and the vibrations in their bones, the soldiers strained to keep their eyes wide open, staring at the sky.

The moon, suspended high in the sky, has fallen.

In the darkness, countless people yearn for the light of home; every night, someone looks up to the light of hope...

That figure that once drove the Roman emperor mad.

—The moon sets.

The shadow of reality obscured the entire sky, and the heaviness in everyone's hearts made it hard to breathe.

Boudica gripped her sword tightly, but suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Even Barghest couldn't help but feel a little bewildered.

The fairy will not die.

But they will feel unhappy about being powerless.

"I..."

"Your Majesty—" Bufan Xi called out to Rovi's in his heart.

The moon sets, unleashing a terrifying gale.

near.

Then...

stop.

"Wow, that's heavy!" Before the shadow had faded, everyone's eyes widened as they stared at the figure that had appeared in the air.

The steel-forged body slowly unfolded its iron wings, and its feet spewed forth flames. Engines that pulled out terrifying power, forcefully lifting the falling moon up with its bare hands.

The figure that appeared was undoubtedly Rovi.

It is Rovi, the Machine God.

He had been waiting for a long time...

"Although it's not a real moon, with this weight, it's practically the closest we can get, isn't it?"

Supporting himself with both hands as he fell to the ground, Rovi's continued to speak.

He was facing upwards.

The figure of the moon being thrown from the sky... A sound rang out, and the hands exerted force, causing the chaotic bell to toll to a magnificent and resounding tone. Behind the machine Machine God, a vast chaotic mist appeared, slowly extending tentacles, each tightly gripping a powerful magical Noble Phantasm. With each strike and vibration, the falling moon was enveloped from all directions.

Then, smash it with force.

When everyone looked up, they saw the shadow collapse, leaving not even fragments, but turning directly into large swathes of dust that floated and dispersed in the air.

Even after the moon shatters, at a higher vantage point, the moon still shines.

Under the crimson moonlight, a figure could be seen standing in the center of the shattered moon.

"Is it you...?"

"A threat to the lunar humans!"

The golden-haired figure slowly raised her hand, her crimson eyes gleaming with endless rainbow light under the moon.

"My name is Brunestud."

"I am the real one..."

"Moon King!"

The figure suspended high in the air possesses an extremely beautiful form, with long, flowing golden hair that scatters like radiant light, outlining an exquisite and stunning face.

She was tall and graceful. Although she was genderless in essence, she appeared to be a woman. Her long, flowing gold and red woven dress swayed and rippled, and her full legs extended out from beneath it.

Her slightly exposed, full and rounded chest was revealed as she slowly opened her arms, showcasing her side curves.

Behind her, crimson moonlight coalesced into magnificent wings.

A radiant glow descended and covered half of the world.

The moon shines on all that is her territory.

Because compared to the Moon Eye, who stole the location of the moon's position with its immense computing power, she might be the true Moon Queen— the Vermilion Moon, Brunestud.

Regarding the progenitor of the Dead Apostle, Brunestud the Moon King, the earliest records indicate he appeared in the second century AD, manifesting in what is now the vast snow-covered plains of northern Russia.

'There are even earlier rumors that Brunestud actually descended to Earth at the beginning of the 1st century AD and clashed with King Rovi, who led an army to conquer it.'

'The vast expanse of ravaged land remaining in West Asia today is a testament to that conflict.'

That was a battle between the "King of Man" and the "King of the Moon."

' The Clock Tower Gazette: Magecraft Archaeology'