Everything happened far too quickly—so quickly that no one even had time to react.
Da Vinci was the first to recover. Her face was pale as she shouted, "...Run! Everyone, run!"
"...Shion, activate the Plane of the Moon and get us out of this Lostbelt! This monster... this monster is simply not someone we can defeat!"
But the instant Da Vinci finished speaking, Othinus's gaze turned toward them. The Demon God did nothing at all, merely letting out a faint "Ha."
As members of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostle, Shion and Da Vinci had bodies condensed from Osiris Sand. Yet, under their terrified, stunned gazes, fountains of blood burst from their bodies, and their beautiful forms collapsed to the ground.
The Chaldea armored vehicle carrying the Plane of the Moon was also torn to pieces without a sound.
The Chaldea Master and Servants had nowhere left to run.
And while no one noticed, Merlin's figure had already vanished.
The Court Mage of King Arthur wore a panic-stricken expression. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in a sea of flowers.
This was Avalon, the homeland of fairies—a mystery so inaccessible that even the Five Magics could scarcely reach it. This was Elysium, eternally isolated from the world.
There was a tower here. It was the prison where Merlin had willingly confined himself, and at the same time, the Tower of the End of the End.
He hurriedly clutched his staff and rapidly recited a spell. He did not dare stop even after biting his tongue, trying to use Great Magic to summon the surviving members of Chaldea here.
This was the only way Merlin could think of to stay alive.
"Is that really Odin? How could this be? How could this..."
The wise mage had also fallen