Chapter 937
Cernunnos took the girl, slowly and carefully pulling her to his chest, then gently embraced her with his other hand.
12,000 years later, they are not even living beings—the remains of a god and the remains of a girl are tightly embraced.
"..."
After a while, Cernunnos let out another emotional cry and knelt on one knee.
Then, the Beast God's magic and life force quickly disappeared, taking with them the last trace of resentment.
This is what it means to become a Buddha, isn't it?
Cernunnos no longer had any obsessions.
"I feel a little sad..."
Having recovered from her exhaustion, Artoria spoke in a calm tone via telepathy.
Although they were enemies, the Child of Prophecy also sympathized with the plight of Cernunnos and the Beast Miko.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that Cernunnos was simply too kind.
Artoria thought to herself, if it were me, I would never punish the fairies in such a "gentle" way as with a curse.
"Anyway, that's it for now—phew."
Artoria let out a long sigh of relief.
"Leave the rest of the work to Hope and me, Shirou can take a break too."
That said... wouldn't your method be very strenuous?
Although he looks very handsome, it's probably better not to maintain that look forever.
"No, it doesn't seem like it's time to rest yet."
Shirou said quietly.
Oxford.
The sky and streets burned as red as blood.
The curse that surged from the great cave spread throughout Britain in the blink of an eye.
Among the warriors of the Fang Clan, the weak were corrupted one after another into Mors.
Huge Mors poured in from outside the town, and crowds of people who had been driven from their territories and sought refuge in the nearby forests also flocked to Oxford in droves.
Woodwose closed the city gates, lowered the bolts, and ordered all the scrap metal to be piled up in front of the gates to form a roadblock.
Britain's once-famous restaurant street has been completely transformed, with death, fire, and poison spreading everywhere.
The Fang Clan originally had a high resistance to Mors, so the damage caused by the calamity was relatively less compared to other territories.
However, the soldiers who had transformed into Mors from within did not stop, and the collapse of the town was indeed only a matter of time.
Amidst this chaos, Woodwose's order sent shivers down the spines of the Fang Warriors.
--Open the door.
"Should we... accept the refugees?"
"But this would also cause Mors to flood into the city..."
The soldiers were completely bewildered.
"No, we will not stay in the city."
Woodwose roared, "Get ready! We're going to fight!"
Anyone still able to move, gather around me!
We are warriors! We are the swords that protect Britain! We are the swords of His Majesty Morgan!
Fight to the very last moment, in the name of the Fang Clan!
The boldness of Grand Duke of Heat Discharge cannot be refused.
His awareness was crystal clear; the land of Britain itself had been regarded as a dead zone.
Woodwose carefully folded the dress he had taken off and placed it on the ground.
"I... I understand! Hey! Gather all the remaining soldiers!!"
"The Earth Clan Wind Clan will handle logistics; human soldiers will prepare to receive the refugees!"
"The entire Fang Clan is willing to follow Lord Woodwose to the very end!"
The warriors who squeezed in front of Woodwose were all covered in wounds.
They knew they were beyond saving.
However, they suppressed their trembling bodies with their burning, trembling souls.
Look!
The fairies in the queue whispered, "Look at Lord Woodwose!"
The hero who defeated King of Mors a thousand years ago has returned! Lord Woodwose is about to take to the front lines!!
"That's right! We have Lord Woodwose! Let's fight alongside him!!"
"I don't want to die a pathetic, crying death!! I don't want to die in vain at Oxford!!"
"Follow Lord Woodwose!! I will fight to the very end!!"
"Lord Woodwose's sword is mine!!"
No, it's me!
Seeing his men's excited expressions, Woodwose felt nothing but gratitude.
It seems I've found some really good subordinates.
Although they are a bunch of hopeless idiots.
But it's precisely because they're a bunch of hopeless idiots that they can keep up with my reckless and chaotic actions...
He glanced in Camelot's direction.
Her Queen is entrusted to your protection, but eliminating Mors is not your responsibility!
... I won't lose to you, you foreigner!
"The door's about to open!"
The soldiers pushed open the city gates.
When the door was opened to about 30%, Mors of all sizes burst forth, spraying miasma as they surged toward the street.
It was a scene from hell.
The soldiers couldn't help but gasp.
"Let's go!"
Woodwose extended his claws, roared, and charged forward as the first to charge.
The Fang Clan followed suit, bravely launching a joint attack on the group of Mos.
Looking at the hellish scene, the girl sighed softly.
"I see..."
"Muryan said in a low voice."
What she saw were images of the battlefield taking place in Oxford.
At the same time, Muryan also saw the fairies who were protecting the streets in place of her, who had no fighting ability.
Hours earlier, Mors poured into Gloucester.
Unlike Oxford and Manchester, the pop and entertainment capital didn't have unsightly walls, so it was easily breached by disaster.
On the other hand, Muryan's Fae Domain can control all the fairies that enter the city, it is completely helpless against Mors.
Although she still has a trump card that could easily eliminate Mors...
Forget it, let's just destroy it.
This city was originally a product of my own whim.
Ignoring the Mors flooding into the town and the chaotic streets, Muryan locked herself in the lord's manor.
She took an ornate cylindrical telescope from the cabinet.
"Use your fading Fae Eyes to witness the end of this sinful kingdom."
After becoming allies with the man who claimed to Ancestral King of Britain, Muryan received a Magic Crest from him for observing distant places.
As Shirou handed it to her, he said that as a descendant of the Winged Ones, Muryan was qualified to be the recorder of the Fae Kingdom's ending.
The girl picked up the binoculars.
Although Shirou was also somewhat concerned, what he was most looking forward to was the performance of the Fang Clan.
What shameless and ugly things will those bloodthirsty, selfish, and simple-minded beasts reveal when disaster strikes...?
Just thinking about it makes me incredibly excited.
Muryan eagerly peered closer, only to be met with an unexpected sight.
"Charge!"
"Charge!"
"Don't fall behind! Charge!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"
The beasts that destroyed their homeland and slaughtered their own people have transformed into the guardians of Britain.
The army of the Fang Clan stood guard outside the city, fighting against the Mors that swarmed across the mountains and plains.
They welcomed the refugees into the safe city, while they themselves bravely ventured into the wilderness.
The battlefield situation was extremely dire; in just a few moments, the Fang Clan had lost nearly half its members.
He probably won't even have a chance to take revenge; his entire clan will likely perish in a Mors horde that outnumbers them a hundredfold.
Are you kidding me!
What about my revenge? Don't die before I can carry it out!
Muryan gritted her teeth.
Why did it turn out this way?
Without a doubt, Woodwose and his fairies have changed since their defeat to Shirou.
Wait, the fairy... has changed?
Unlike humans and Paradise Fae, fairies are beings that cannot grow or change.
Fairies are given a "purpose" at birth, and even through reincarnation, they cannot escape their "purpose."
"Yeah..."
The girl murmured again.
She did indeed see the Fang Clan sacrificing their lives to protect the weak.
The reason they changed was because they became aware of their sin.
The Fang Clan understood the meaning of redemption even before we did.
"..."
Muryan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
A variety of emotions came and went in my heart, awakening many memories.