Chapter 901
They are currently in a dominant position in the third wave, but the enemy shows no signs of exhaustion, so they should not let Artoria leave their side.
In fact, the safest place on this battlefield is behind Shirou.
Artoria certainly understood this, but a resolute light still shone in her eyes.
We must not let the calamity enter the city; I will stop them.
The girl conveyed her strong will to Shirou.
Sending Artoria to face the enemy alone is far too dangerous...
However, this also gives her an opportunity to grow.
Just as Shirou finally made up his mind.
"----I made it!"
A blue flash fell from the sky, passing through another group of Mos not far away, slicing them in a straight line.
The light arrow, tearing through the enemy ranks, sliced through the darkness and pierced the very foundation, finally coming to an abrupt stop with an elegant flourish.
Even though the sky was already pitch black, the girl's sword and armor still gleamed brightly.
The Britain Prince brushed his disheveled hair behind his back with one hand, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
"Shirou, I'm here to help!"
"Fae Knight Lancelot!"
Artoria made a surprised sound.
The unexpected reinforcements turned out to be Britain's strongest dragon fairy.
"You weren't just waiting in the distance, looking for a cool opportunity to make your grand entrance, were you?"
The Paradise Fae shouted at her.
Even if the sound was loud, it wasn't within audible range to begin with, but it did receive a response.
"I would never do such a thing. I rushed here for my lover, what you're saying is really going too far!"
"Lovers..."
Artoria twitched her lips as she looked at Shirou, who returned a helpless smile.
However, Lancelot was a great help.
"It seems your swordsmanship hasn't become rusty," Shirou thought with satisfaction.
The Faerie Knight's magnificent sword dance exploded amidst the enemy ranks.
"That's the strongest in Britain... Wow, that's amazing..."
Artoria stared at Lancelot in a daze.
As long as my journey continues, I will one day become her enemy.
Without Shirou, is it really possible for me to fight such a powerful enemy?
Just as the Paradise Fae was feeling confused, a hand covered her hat.
"Don't get distracted, Artoria," Shirou reminded her.
"Ah... um! Sorry! Lancelot's swordsmanship was so flashy, I accidentally..."
"I'm sorry, I'm devoted to Shirou and can't accept your confession," Lancelot said.
Who's planning to confess to you?!
Just as they were arguing and fighting off the fairies, Shirou noticed that the fourth wave was approaching them.
This should be the largest one to date.
Lancelot!
Shirou shouted.
That was the result of them once touching each other's souls.
The dragon fairy understood everything and responded simply by calling its name.
"--Real name, disguise unfolds."
Lancelot kicked Mors aside, then took a deep breath and channeled the magic power generated by the Dragon Core into his twin blades.
"The pristine lake reflects the moonlight!"
"Sink, Innocent Lake Light Not Yet Known!"
The dragon fairy's form transformed into an illusion that surpassed everything.
As she charged forward, she unleashed seemingly endless slashes, the strikes, interspersed with the dazzling light of the lake, simultaneously cleaving through countless Mors.
Before the fourth Mors could even reach the city, Lancelot's Noble Phantasm wiped out most of them in one fell swoop.
Although the port suffered some damage, the extent was still within acceptable limits.
Meanwhile, the main force of Mors that Shirou and Artoria were facing had also been almost completely wiped out.
The "Sword of Extermination" is virtually invincible against Mors, its only weakness being its inability to attack over a wide area, a weakness that Artoria's support Magecraft compensates for.
"Phew... finally I can rest for a bit."
Artoria leaned against Shirou's back, panting heavily.
Just then, Hope's telepathic message echoed in Shirou's mind.
"Master! Look at the sea...! Something suddenly... Waaah...!"
The Wind Clan girl's voice abruptly stopped, followed by the sound of vomiting.
Shirou frowned and turned towards the sea, and then he saw that—
A colossal, pitch-black entity, like a towering tree, connected the sky and the sea.
A monster hundreds of meters tall appeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye—a phenomenon that should have been absolutely impossible.
But if the monsters are the foundation of this Fae Kingdom of Britain, then there's nothing strange about it.
A great calamity, the Cursed Hand of ▇▇▇▇▇ emerging from the sea.
The overwhelming curse it emitted was so powerful that even a great fairy of Hope's caliber was mentally corrupted simply by looking at it.
Fortunately, Shirou, Artoria, and Lancelot, who were on the front lines, were not true Britannian Britain, so they only felt physical discomfort.
"That is... calamity?"
Artoria's mouth dropped open; this was the first time since birth that Paradise Fae had witnessed a true calamity.
Compared to its majesty, the previous Mors caravan was utterly insignificant.
This guy is the real enemy tonight.
A curse the size of a city—just by landing, it could crush an entire city with its own weight.
In fact, it is indeed moving towards land.
Artoria felt a chill run down her spine.
"..."
After a moment of silence Shirou gave the order.
"I've taken care of all the small fry in this area; I'll handle that big guy."
You two go and deal with the stragglers and any guys who might show up on the street.
"Understood. Leave it to me. Shirou, please Duojia careful."
Lancelot glanced at Shirou, then gracefully floated into the air.
"Wait a minute!? Even for Shirou, dealing with that kind of monster by himself is way too much of a stretch!"
Unlike the dragon fairy who nodded slightly, Artoria expressed strong opposition.
Lancelot didn't believe his beloved could lose to anyone, while the Paradise Fae was genuinely worried about her companion's safety.
"Artoria..."
Just as Shirou was about to say something, his "Instinct" activated.
Looking back, the great calamity had already approached the coastline in an instant.
The enormous Shadow swallowed everything.
Instead of launching tentacles as expected, the Great Calamity was more direct—it tilted its body, intending to crush everything around it with its mass.
"Shirou...?"
Amidst the astonished cry of the Child of Prophecy, Shirou stomped the ground, creating massive, radiating cracks beneath his feet.
Then, he approached the Great Calamity with the speed of a cannonball and kicked it hard at its head.
"------!!"
Mors, who was hundreds of meters away, was kicked backward by the blow.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Artoria's expression; she looked utterly dumbfounded.
But soon, the girl's face showed fear.
This is because--
Shirou directly touched the right leg, which was afflicted by the highest density of curses. The leg shattered due to the recoil from the previous attack and was subsequently burned by the curse.
"Shirou...!!"
The Paradise Fae shouted anxiously.
Even Lancelot looked surprised.
It's alright, this level of injury was already within Shirou's expectations.
Rather, Shirou deliberately refrained from using magic to enhance his physical defenses precisely to ensure he could avoid injury.
"..."
Even after losing a quarter of his limbs, the white-haired youth's expression remained unwavering.
At the same time, what happened was--
"Clang".
Above the sky, shrouded in the silence of death and despair, a heavy, cold, inorganic "gear-turning sound" echoed.
That's not a physical sound wave.
It's not that kind of petty thing that vibrates the eardrum with air.
That was a declaration that the laws governing the world were being shaken.
The ancient curse, accumulated over twelve thousand years, and the very great being that constitutes the Fae Kingdom of Britain, produced a cracking sound.
The golden wheel hovering above Shirou's head spun clockwise once after emitting a heavy metallic sound.
------Through the adaptation system of the Mahoraga, Shirou began to analyze ▇▇▇▇▇.
Volume 11: Chapter 528 Mahoraga: Shirou and I are just too strong!
"... call."
Shirou creates a magical foothold high in the sky, stands on it, and begins to heal his right leg, which he had voluntarily abandoned to adapt to the curse.
Although it wouldn't matter if I left it alone, Artoria's expression looked like she was about to cry at any moment, so I really couldn't just leave her alone.
The second reason Shirou liberated "Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga" in this battle --
The goal is to utilize the ability of the Mahoraga to "adapt to all phenomena" in order to cope with this great calamity.
There are reasons for doing this.
Unlike the Mors that ravaged the Britain plains, the Cursed Hand that appeared on the sea was a more abyssal and Root existence.
Mors is merely Spirit Avatar of the island's curse, and even the Great Calamity King of Mors, who was defeated by Woodwose a thousand years ago, is the same.
But the Cursed Hand before us is different. Although its strength is far inferior to the Great Calamity of a thousand years... it is a genuine part of ▇▇▇▇▇'s body.