Chapter 850
Inside the museum, a young man, nearly 190cm tall, walks through a magnificent, golden corridor.
He has a physique that evokes both a tall and muscular appearance, and he walks with a very capable and imposing gait.
He had gentle yet handsome East Asian features, with eyes that were the color of twilight gold, perfectly complementing his white hair mixed with a few reddish strands.
As the young man read the museum's visitor guide, he stopped in front of an exhibit and gazed thoughtfully at the portrait on the wall.
According to the visitor guide, this is a recently unearthed copy of King Arthur's painting.
Anything related to King Arthur is popular in this country, and naturally, this display case was surrounded by people.
Beside the engrossed young man stood a mother and son who had come to visit. The seven-year-old boy noticed the young man and looked up at him as if gazing at the sky.
The boy first looked at the young man, then at the portrait of King Arthur, and after a long silence, he asked.
Big brother, are you Arthur?
"..."
The young man paused for a moment, then squatted down and said to the boy, "Oh, you actually figured it out."
He smiled happily and reached out to gently stroke the boy's head.
"I'm so sorry! My child said something strange, please don't mind it... uh."
The young mother was about to apologize for her child's rude remarks when she held her breath and blushed the moment she saw the young man's smile.
That was a smile that could capture the heart of any woman.
It wasn't just because this young man had impeccably handsome features, but more importantly, because of his exceptional affability.
The young mother gazed shyly at the white-haired youth, and as if not wanting to miss the opportunity, she struck up a conversation.
"Excuse me... are you an actor? Or a model?"
"Hahaha... didn't your child say that?"
The young man, Shirou Amamiya, propped himself up on his knees, pointed to the portrait of the King on the wall, and answered in a serious tone.
"I'm Arthur."
Volume 11: Chapter 503 So beautiful, Shirou!
By the time I left the British Museum, it was already getting dark.
Shirou walked through the overcast streets of London, heading towards the hotel where he and his wives were staying.
Just as he was about to turn the corner, he suddenly stopped.
"..."
I sensed magic.
Although this city is home to many Magecraft, they all adhere to the principle of secrecy and do not reveal their magic indiscriminately.
To so shamelessly expose one's murderous aura like that, the other party is probably a person lacking common sense, or perhaps...
Shirou thought he might be going home late today, so he turned around and walked through an empty alley.
Compared to the hustle and bustle of the streets, this place was exceptionally quiet, and the dazzling sunset created a magical atmosphere.
Shirou narrowed his eyes and looked toward the source of the magic he sensed.
A taxi had just driven past when that entity suddenly appeared across the alley.
It was a humanoid monster woven from miasma, with black, unidentified substances flowing down from its cloak.
The strange creature, over three meters tall, stood in the alley, its imposing size making Shirou appear small.
Upon noticing Shirou, the monster unleashed a powerful magical wind as a threat, with a fierce gust of air attacking like cannonballs.
However, this was not enough to shake Shirou's resolve, so he didn't care.
The corrupted god... and that ambiguous monster?
It doesn't seem to be a Western variety, and it even seems to have been blessed by a deity.
Modern Magecraft simply cannot handle such a thing; if it were allowed to roam the streets, the consequences would be unimaginable...
Shirou walked towards the monster.
He neither Projection any weapons, nor struck any pose, nor even activated any Magic Circuit; he simply walked toward the monster.
The reason is simple: there's no need to do that.
In other words,
"▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇----!!!"
The monster let out a piercing scream, as if it had been enraged by Shirou's disregard for it.
It roared and charged toward the white-haired youth at a speed of more than three times the speed of sound, completely shattering the ground in its wake.
The monster's movement trajectory is not a straight line but a completely random path, making it practically a highly sophisticated killing weapon.
Sharp claws scraped against the wall, making a piercing sound.
These ultra-fast claws, invisible to the naked eye, can easily tear the earth apart.
The magic swirling around the monster's body was a shield protecting it; ordinary attacks could not penetrate this cursed wind.
If it were a normal attack...
However, Shirou is clearly not ordinary.
In the instant the monster lunged at him, he casually raised his arm—his right palm transforming into a piercing strike, plunging into the giant's body.
If it had a mouth, the monster might have made an "eh" sound, but in this situation, it can only lower its head deeply and let out a strange cry.
Unable to move.
Despite having an overwhelming advantage in strength, magic, and speed, and now even receiving divine protection, it was still restrained by a mere human, its body completely unable to move.
Ancient mysteries that transcend human intelligence can only be defeated by mysteries of a higher order—this is the most basic common sense in the world of Magecraft.
The monster before them was no ordinary creature; it was undoubtedly a powerful being that had possessed spirituality since the Mythological Era.
There's only one reason it will lose to Shirou —simply because Shirou is stronger.
The next instant, a shockwave erupted from the monster's back.
Centered on Shirou's right hand, which had pierced his body, a Great Cavern was formed in his more than three-meter-long body.
"Wow, that's really strong..."
Shirou flicked the filth off his fingers and watched as the monster crumbled and disintegrated little by little.
If the familiar is already this powerful, then how terrifying must its master be?
The white-haired youth muttered to himself as he continued forward, following the trail of magic.
Twelve years have passed since Grey came from the Wales countryside to London, but time seems to have left no trace on Gray.
She was wearing a black cloak, yet for some reason, she always gave those around her a gray impression, a strong gray tone like the sky over a foggy city.
Beneath the hood that covered most of her face was a youthful beauty that hadn't changed since she was fifteen.
If one had to find something different from the past, it would be that the girl's hair color had changed from pure gray to a small amount of gold.
However, this was the result of physical resonance with the king, and cannot be considered the girl's growth.
What truly reflects Gray's growth is the unwavering determination hidden in her emerald green eyes.
"... That's terrible."
Upon receiving the report, Gray rushed to the accident scene as quickly as possible, only to be shocked by what she saw.
The one who escaped from the Inner Sea of the Planet... there's only one enemy.
No... it should be said that it was one person.
Although he was alone, he exuded a powerful magic that Gray had never experienced before.
Are you... a witch?
A dozen meters away from Gray, a dark-skinned, white-haired girl was walking barefoot in a pool of blood.
She dragged the bodies of three victims with her hands behind her back, as casually as if she were dragging a burlap sack.
This person... is very strong!
Is he Magecraft from the Age of Gods or...?
"I'm neither a witch nor Magecraft, but a sorcerer. Oh well, call me whatever you like."
The girl's figure and voice were as delicate and pitiful as a little girl's, yet her every move was slow and seemingly filled with mucus.
She wore a brightly colored cloak, beneath which lay a nearly naked, alluring chocolate-colored body, adorned with numerous metal ornaments on her lower body.
The girl held a strangely shaped sword against the corpse's arm and then chopped the arm off.
"Not bad, not bad, finally someone decent has arrived."
The girl quickly completed the amputation, picking up the arm that had fallen to the ground as she looked at Gray with her bloodshot eyes.
--She's removing the Magecraft's Magecraft Crest!
Gray immediately realized what was happening.
The girl's body was covered with marks she had stolen from other Magecraft.
There were severed wrists and ankles, as well as removed collarbones, and even a dried human head with its mouth sewn back together.
"Humans, but with the blood of heroes mixed in... thus creating artificial weapons..."
Wow, Magecraft these days are really crazy... Not bad, I'll take it.
The moment she finished speaking, the corpses behind the girl, whose wrists had been severed, all stood up.
Gray then realized that there were even more corpses lying around.
These are the corpses of Magecraft hunted by the black-clad girl.
"Add!!"
Gray's anger reached its limit, and her magical reaction surged.
If it were Magical Beast that escaped from the Inner Sea of the Planet, that would be one thing... but this person actually kills humans and plays with their corpses without a care!
The dress hanging around Gray's waist transformed into a giant scythe, and Gray charged towards the girl.
However, the corpses blocked her way.
Sorry...
While apologizing inwardly, Gray destroyed the body of the already dead Magecraft.
Watching the battle unfold, the girl wore a bored expression.
"Despite wielding such outrageous weapons, why are you hesitant to reap lives?"
"Gurgle...!"
"Your only flaw is your fighting ability; in that case, I'll call some more children to play with you."
Just as the girl had said, several giant dogs emerged from the depths of the alley.
Their bodies were splattered with a horrifying amount of blood; just how many innocent civilians had they murdered?
"How delightful... Magecraft of this era also enjoy keeping familiars, so I'll take them in on their behalf."
Animal familiars and human zombies launched a simultaneous attack on Gray from all directions.
If it were me in the past, I probably would have been helpless.
But--
Over the past decade, Gray has experienced countless trials and tribulations, and is no longer the same person she once was.
With a flash of the scythe, all the attacking enemies were cut down.
That's how it works...