A desperate hope

Perched atop the mountain, Morgan looked at Indra with a disdainful expression.

"Is this the India god-king? He actually signed a treaty like this, basically throwing away all his power, right? What conditions could this person possibly offer to make these gods so humble?"

Forget it, the fall of these gods has nothing to do with me. I'll just watch for a while longer and then go back. I was worried about fighting that black god, so I brought a full twenty-eight Holy Lance with me.

This solution is not bad either.

Morgan had no objection to the outcome; her primary goal was to eliminate Arjuna, and now that Arjuna was gone, it was naturally a good thing.

If it weren't for the fact that she needed to see the whole thing and not miss any information, she would have gone back long ago. Although she had set up a clone on the throne, it was still best not to leave for more than a day.

Then, she saw Bai Mo reach out and touch the magnificent Fantasy Tree.

What is he doing? Morgan wondered. She didn't sense any magic, only a huge Magnetic Field Power surging around her, and all the gods around her were watching her, as if witnessing something solemn and majestic.

Just then, a figure arrived atop the mountain—it was Brahma, the creator god. Brahma's eyes seemed to pierce through the veil of disguise as he looked at Morgan.

"O ascetic, what is your wish?"

"You..."

Just as Morgan was about to speak, Brahma said with a smile, "You'd better hurry up and tell me your wish. According to the rules we just signed, once you're over there, I won't be able to grant you blessings so easily."

Faced with Brahma's blessing, Morgan was filled with a thousand vigilances; with the slightest twitch of her finger, the Holy Lance would fall like a shooting star.

But at that moment, the world seemed to Stillness. In the entire world, there was only that one figure and that scorching energy that seemed to ignite the Daichi.

Morgan's eyes widened in disbelief. What was this man doing? Was he manipulating the Fantasy Tree to cover the entire world, only to then draw it back to himself? Was he committing suicide?

But reason told Morgan that this was impossible.

The sky was distorted, the Daichi was shrinking, and even if Morgan didn't believe it, what was happening before her eyes at this moment forced her to believe the impossible fact.

The Lostbelt is being transferred.

Soon, the entire world here will be frozen due to the transfer, and as someone who came from the Britain Lostbelt, she should leave.

But that's impossible. To move Lostbelt —what a crazy idea! It's utter suicide. Even the body of the god beneath the throne couldn't possibly act as a wire to move an entire Lostbelt.

But the disappearance of the three Lostbelt, coupled with the attitude of the India gods, made Morgan increasingly convinced of the fact before him. At this moment, Morgan's heart was racing even faster than that of the India gods, and even more so than anyone else except Bai Mo, and he hoped that the man before him would succeed.

The fully formed Fantasy Tree possesses immense energy; its branches and leaves unfurl, revealing a dazzling galaxy within. The vast energy burns fiercely, like a star that has fallen to earth.

"Come on, let's see how much I've improved."

Bai Mo's voice was hoarse, because his throat had turned to ashes and was burning fiercely, more intensely than ever before.

Morgan was secretly worried for him, and even cheered for this man whose name she didn't even know.

Keep going! You have to succeed!

At that moment, the world froze, gradually shrinking as if flowing into a whirlpool.

She didn't know how much time had passed, or when, but Morgan slowly opened her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, and as she looked at the scene before her, a hot tear slid down her cheek.

This was something she hadn't seen in thousands of years, something incredibly precious—hope.

Turning around, Brahma waved to her and laughed, "Finally achieved! I have to join the children's celebration later."

"You ascetic, is there anything you desire?"

What... exactly is going on here?

Morgan's voice trembled with disbelief; she hadn't been able to control herself in a long time, and had even done something pointless. The facts were right before her eyes; the information could have been gathered so easily.

But now, she desperately needs someone to tell her that it's real, not an illusion.

"Isn't it obvious? This Lostbelt has been preserved thanks to Mr. Bai Mo's efforts. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."

Brahma stretched out his hand towards the distance, where three other Fantasy Tree stood.

Morgan's figure vanished instantly. She rushed towards the sky and saw the other three Lostbelt in the heavens.

"Ah..."

A smile appeared on the Queen's face, along with hot tears.

"No, we have to act quickly. I must find that person, and I have to be fast!"

Without any hesitation, Morgan immediately headed towards Chaldea's location. Information about Bai Mo was kept secret outside of the non-divine groups and the Greece gods, and in Morgan's view, Bai Mo was naturally a member of Chaldea.

Therefore, he would naturally be in Chaldea.

Meanwhile, Bai Mo had already been transferred to the space where Shiki was. Chaldea would be preparing two banquets, and Bai Mo would not attend the first one, but unfortunately, Morgan was unaware of this.

Although her actions were not advisable, infiltrating them was not the time for a formal visit and going through a bunch of procedures; she had to get in touch with Bai Mo as soon as possible.

In response, Morgan acquired a top-tier counter-surveillance Magecraft, which, in theory, should have made him undetectable.

Logically, that should be the case...

Morgan walked down the street, and around the next corner, Morgan felt a little suffocated. A blond King of Knights looked at him with a puzzled expression, while Artoria frowned, her words filled with extreme vigilance.

"Strange, I smell a familiar scent."