Chapter 934
Shirou leaped into the air, creating a significant distance between himself and the ground in one breath.
The next instant, a bright flash of light came from the direction of Camelot.
Those were the thirteen Holy Lance that stood at the main gate of Camelot, which, through Artoria's alteration, transformed into the light of the holy sword.
The golden light pierced through the black sphere that Cernunnos had unfolded, causing an explosion.
Cernunnos thus lost its balance, and the other unfolded spheres also began to wobble and become unstable.
Shirou did not miss this opportunity, and approached Cernunnos from above with thousands of swords in one go.
The volley of swords shattered the swaying black sphere, and the "Enma-Blade" severed the Cursed Hand that shot out from Cernunnos.
However, no matter how many times he is destroyed, the curse will always resurface from Cernunnos.
Soon after, not only that, but Cursed Hand also began to emerge from the ground.
To assess the situation, Shirou broke away from the battle and fled into the sky.
Unlike Tiamat, Cernunnos couldn't fly and could only watch helplessly as she escaped.
Shirou surveyed the entire Fae Kingdom from above.
Now, Mors must have appeared in large numbers all over the Fae Kingdom.
There have likely been quite a few victims as well.
However, this is something that must be done regardless.
This Fae Kingdom has been burdened with sin and injustice from the very beginning.
The fairies living in the Fae Kingdom are also inextricably linked to sin.
Therefore, at this moment, they must personally cleanse themselves of their sins in the Fae Kingdom, which has become an altar.
Only then can the fairies become innocent, and only then can they escape the cycle of curses and go to paradise.
This is the final act that Shirou has arranged for Britain and the fairies.
Reflect on this.
Reflect on your actions.
Struggle.
Then, fight for forgiveness.
Prayer cannot atone for sins.
Only through action can salvation be achieved.
Those who fight the curse, those who save the world, should never be merely Child of Prophecy or foreigners.
All creatures living in this sinful land should fight for their own destiny.
On stage, sing praises to your life and fight for it.
This ending is for all the fairies living in this world.
Sing, dance, fairies!
In battle, learn what you should know and learn what you should learn.
Then, when the night ends—grow into a fairytale creature.
Volume 11: Chapter 544 The Last Crescent Moon... Excalibur
"Damn it... this guy is really troublesome!"
The Fang Clan of the Nameless Forest, Duojia, pulled a claw from Mors's body.
Looking around, the field of vision was almost entirely filled with Mors.
Behind them lay the last human stronghold of the Fae Kingdom, Lundinium.
Furthermore, there are also fellow Theater Company members who are fighting alongside Percival, the Round Table Army, who are also protecting the city.
However, even so, the numerical disparity between the enemy and ourselves was overwhelming.
Although there have been no casualties yet, it's only a matter of time.
No matter how you defeat Mors, he will keep coming back; this battle has no end in sight.
If it were Duojia a short time ago, he would have run away without even thinking.
Even if the Fang Clan has resistance to Mors's poison, there are limits to it.
What reason could possibly justify persisting in such an obvious dead end?
Not long ago, Duojia must have thought the same thing.
But now, there's no way he can escape.
Ever since he heard that Shirou had failed to return from the Inner Sea of the Planet, he had felt uneasy.
"Ugh, seriously, this is never going to end!"
The men of the Fang Clan grumbled, but their hands didn't stop annihilating Mors.
The surrounding fairies were the same; despite their desperate situation, none of them wanted to escape.
Thanks to this, they managed to barely withstand Mors's attack.
However, there are limits no matter what.
Duojia's body was covered in wounds; the curse had seeped through his fur and into his body.
It's too late, he's going to die.
We must escape.
But for some reason, his body wouldn't allow him to escape.
The Fang Clan, their bodies riddled with wounds, continued their advance towards the enemy.
Waving its claws, it knocked down another Mors.
Originally, he was just a straggler from the Fang Clan.
Unable to keep up with the army's pace, he deserted and ended up in Nameless Village in Cornwall.
A former deserter, now fighting to protect humanity... How ironic.
"Really... it's all your fault, Commander!"
Duojia was well aware of why he couldn't escape.
Ever since that foreigner brought me out of the forest, every day has been a dreamlike, blissful, and dazzling experience.
And those days are about to end.
No matter how enjoyable the journey, there will eventually be a day when you reach your destination.
This was the last thing Shirou taught them.
Therefore, my destination is undoubtedly here.
The curse continued to erode within the Fang Clan.
If I were to be consumed by the curse like this, I would surely turn into Mors.
There had been a similar experience before, when Shirou punched Duojia hard, which brought him back to his senses.
However, that kind of commander is no longer around.
Even for his own sake and for the sake of everyone in the Theater Company, he didn't want to become a monster that hurts others.
Only this one.
This is the only thing I absolutely don't want to experience, otherwise—I'd be too ashamed to face the commander after I die.
Since that's the case, at least until the very end, we must follow our own will.
Duojia grabbed several Mors that were attacking their companion, pulled them apart, and then charged directly into the area where the Mors were most concentrated.
He concentrated the magic power within him and released it all at once.
"Ugh, damn it, I don't want to die! Even though I don't want to die! But—! But!!"
Magic exploded, calamity exploded, and even Duojia's own body exploded.
The consciousness of the Fang Clan was swallowed by a pure white flash.
"..."
The soldiers of the Round Table Army stared wide-eyed at the sight before them.
These were once the Heavenly Crown creatures they regarded as their mortal enemies.
Evil creatures who once treated them as livestock and toyed with them.
The fairy actually sacrificed herself to protect Lundinium.
The soldiers of the Round Table Army were willing to fight alongside the fairies of the traveling Theater Company entirely because of the Son of Child of Prophecy.
Humans and fairies can never coexist.
There is no peace; one side must be completely eradicated.
Until recently, many of them still thought so.
Maybe... that's not the case.
Among the fairies of Britain, there might be some good ones.
Just then, Percival's voice came from ahead.
"Don't back down! Follow that man who showed courage! Fight! Fight to the last moment!"
Percival issued the cruel order out of his own will and sense of responsibility.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"
The Round Table Army, their fighting spirit soaring, roared and charged toward Mors.
The soldiers were like berserkers.
But it was a frantic run to escape fear.
It is the cry of the soul uttered by humans as warriors, as living beings.
The army methodically eliminated Mors, while Percival wielded his chosen spear to sweep away the enemy.
Occasionally, he would see a fairy charging into the enemy ranks with the same fearlessness as the fairy from before, and whenever this happened, he would shout.
Fight on! Keep up with them! Don't lose to the fairies!
Don't be afraid, even if it means death, protect Lundinium!
The soldiers responded to Percival's voice, shouting, fighting, and then dying.
"I'm sorry," he only whispered to himself.
At this point, I have no choice but to order you to die.
However, this was by no means a meaningless battle.
May your noble sacrifice truly find meaning.
"Ugh...!"
On the battlefield, Gareth stood with his back to the outer wall of Lundinium, wielding his lance with abandon.
After all the Bell of Pilgrimage rang, she regained all her memories.
A descendant of the Mirror Clan, and its clan chief, Ainsel.
This is the girl's real name, the one she calls Gareth, as she recalls.
Originally, Ainsel was supposed to die in order to become the final Bell of Pilgrimage.
Even the prophecy of the Mirror Clan, which is absolutely irrefutable, says so, and judging from the situation, there seems to be no other way to go.
However, Shirou overturned the prophecy.
He used the assassination knight Qiong'en as material to create the Bell of Pilgrimage in place of Gareth.