Chapter 940

On the land that vanished due to his own fault, he killed the gods and created islands.

Not content with that, they even used corpses to fill in the ocean and create the land.

This shamelessness, this willingness to do anything to survive, is truly disgusting... isn't it, Shirou?"

Shirou nodded, Oberon continued.

"From the perspective of the original Island of Britain, which have vanished into nothingness, it is even more disgusting and unbearable."

They are so disgusting that they are willing to spread calamities in order to completely eradicate them.

However, Cernunnos is a different story.

You can't judge a book by its cover; he's actually a supporter of fairies.

As long as that guy doesn't disappear, I will never be able to manifest on the surface.

Morgan's premise for the existence of the Fae Kingdom was not defeating Cernunnos, but sealing him away.

In fact, it's a real headache. Because I don't have the means to defeat Morgan.

So you chose to wait?

"That's right, I chose to wait, to wait for the right people to overthrow Morgan."

I'm waiting to uncover the lid on Cernunnos and defeat the guy who can do it.

The prophecy of the Child of Prophecy seemed to follow the flow of events, even making the situation seem rather amusing.

So, I helped out a little.

In order for the Child of Prophecy to embark on the journey, and in order for the Journey of Pilgrimage to be successful.

And like this, in order to bring Britain to its end.

"Oberon! Who exactly are you?!" Artoria demanded.

"I am an existence created by your Pan-Human History, and I obtained this appearance through the form of the Fae King Oberon."

It is the manifestation of the will of the Island of Britain, yearning for its own destruction, with the end of the mystical age.

His name was Vortigern, Oberon Vortigern.

"It was the Abyssal Wyrm, together with you, brought an end to the Fae Kingdom of Britain."

A calamity manifesting from emptiness lingers over the Fae Kingdom.

Wherever it goes, everything gradually collapses.

Buildings modeled after human civilization, corpses piled up from the distant past, and bodies now dead due to calamity.

Every single second, all of this was floating up and being gradually swallowed by a worm.

The northern lands vanished like snow, while the southern lands flowed away like ash.

Even those who barely escaped fell hand in hand.

It was as if everything, from beginning to end, was nothing more than a dream.

Artoria's mouth dropped open at the unexpected turn of events.

"Vortigern... murdered Uther the Vile King who was the father of King Arthur Uther..."

"No? The story of Pan-Human History is completely irrelevant, isn't it?"

You need to broaden your horizons, Artoria. I was merely using Vortigern's name.

In the Pan-Human History, Vortigern was the very fate of the Island of Britain, and I am much the same.

Because I find the humans and fairies living on the island disgusting, and because I find Morgan's Fae Kingdom disgusting.

Therefore, I was born; I am the island of malice itself, created to destroy this world.

I'm sorry, Artoria, although I don't know what you and Shirou are planning to do... I won't let you continue like this.

Neither this country nor its inhabitants deserve salvation; they should be sent to hell... Return to Naraku!

"Waaaaaaah!"

Shirou heard Artoria's strange cry coming from the phone call.

The Abyssal Wyrm, which had been devouring the land in the north, changed direction and flew towards Camelot.

Oberon's purpose is self-evident; the destruction of the island can wait, the immediate priority is to eliminate the Child of Prophecy.

Shirou is a monster that cannot be defeated head-on, but if Artoria is gone, he will be powerless to reverse the situation, and all his efforts so far will be in vain.

"Artoria, how much longer until the Holy Lance is reloaded?" Shirou asked. "Will it last until I get there?"

Artoria: "No, it was damaged due to overload during the battle with Cernunnos, and it's probably unusable now... It needs to be repaired."

Shirou: "Huh? Why don't you use it more sparingly?"

Artoria: "Since I figured Cernunnos would be the final boss, I was thinking of pulling off something big... like setting off a spectacular fireworks display..."

Shirou sighed, rubbing his forehead. "You hopeless idiot..."

Oberon: "Looks like you guys are in trouble? I don't accept halftime, you know?"

"Hey! Oberon! What are you still doing here! Don't just wander into other people's paint! Get out, get out!"

Artoria quickly kicked Oberon out of the conversation.

"The Abyssal Wyrm is less than 500 meters away... It's about to be swallowed!"

"No... there's no other way. I'll leave the throne to Hope in charge, and I'll deal with the Abyssal Wyrm!"

Shirou stopped him, saying, "Wait, don't do anything foolish... I'll be there right away, hold on a bit until then..."

Artoria? What happened? What's wrong?

"Uh... how could this be... how is this possible..."

A voice of disbelief and astonishment came from the other end of the Paradise Fae.

As Shirou flew towards Camelot, he enhanced his vision and then saw the scenery around Camelot.

"..."

Shirou was dumbfounded.

The Abyssal Wyrm, charging towards Camelot with all its might, was blocked.

The thing that stopped it was the remains of Cernunnos.

Although it had lost most of its body, the remaining remains were still enormous, blocking the way between the Abyssal Wyrm and Camelot.

"Cernunnos... protected us..."

Artoria let out a sound of disbelief.

Is he doing this to return the Miko's gift?

No one knows what the corpse is thinking, but Shirou and Artoria both sensed a certain will in his actions.

Under the relentless devouring of the Abyssal Wyrm, Cernunnos ultimately couldn't hold out for long.

However, the few seconds that the Beast God gained were valuable.

New reinforcements have arrived.

Standing between the giant Abyssal Wyrm and Camelot was a jet-black dragon.

The Fae Knight Lancelot —no, she should now be called Melusine.

She relinquished the Queen's bestowed name and protection, and abandoned her beautiful fairy form.

The strongest dragon in Britain is there.

And it wasn't just her; the imposing figure standing atop the dragon's back, braving the fierce wind, was—

Morgan!?

Artoria cried out in surprise.

The Fae Queen, standing on the dragon's back, frowned unhappily. "Stop making such a racket, Artoria, my ears hurt."

"No, but... why are you here...?"

"Why... does that even need asking?"

Britain is my country, and of course I must protect my own country.

"..."

Shirou heard Artoria let out a silent sigh.

Then, after a sigh, Artoria spoke resolutely.

"Although I don't have much magic left, I'll still support you! I won't be a burden..."

"No need."

As he said this, Morgan slowly raised his hand.

The next instant, a bolt of lightning struck Morgan and the dragon fairy she was standing on.

However, unlike in the past, "Water Mirror" did not take them away, but instead brought someone—

"Do you have time later, my husband?"

Morgan smiled as he looked at Shirou he had teleported over.

No, no, no... You've already dragged me here by force, and you're asking me if I'm free?

"Hmm? Any objections?" The Fae Queen raised an eyebrow.

Shirou quickly shook his head. "No! Not at all! Let's fight together again after so long, Morgan!"

At that moment, someone at his feet began to stir.

Don't forget I'm here too!

Melusine seemed to be saying, "I won't let you two enjoy your time alone!"

"What a troublesome guy..."

Morgan rolled her eyes, then extended her hand to Shirou.

Shirou understood immediately and grasped her hand tightly.

Then, Melusine's dragon furnace accelerated its combustion, and the two of them, along with a horse, rapidly approached the Abyssal Wyrm.

Sensing the impending danger, the Abyssal Wyrm launched a counterattack.

From the mouth of that abyss spewed forth countless strangely shaped black creatures.

"That is...?"

Morgan looked displeased because of its insect-like appearance.

"It must be the new power that the Abyssal Wyrm gained after devouring Cernunnos."

Shirou explained, "A new species of Mors created using the Authority of the God of Curses."

"That guy... he can even do something like this?"

"Is it because their natures are similar? They were both originally two people with the attributes of Terminal Device, which is why Oberon was able to absorb Cernunnos's power."

Shirou said, "Like Surtr absorbed Fenrir's power, sometimes monsters like that can be born."

As they spoke, a large number of Mors surrounded them.

Shirou patted Melusine's back. "These small fry are yours to handle. Take Morgan and me to the Abyssal Wyrm."

Melusine nodded and began attacking the flying Mors.

"You two shouldn't push yourselves too hard," Artoria said.

"I never thought I'd be the one Artoria was worried about," Morgan teased.

"But, is it really okay?" Shirou asked worriedly.

What are you referring to, my husband?

Shirou said, "No, that... don't you hate bugs? You can't accept them physiologically, can you?"

Morgan tilted his head. "If that's the case, then yes..."