Shinji whispered a name, a name with special meaning.
To the average person, it's just Glastonbury's top-notch cemetery. But in the world of Britain's oldest and most traditional mystical world, it has another meaning.
King Arthur's Tomb.
It is not a memorial site outside of London or elsewhere, but a real cemetery built by King Arthur's descendants. From that day on, King Arthur's descendants lived and guarded here, and Grey was King Arthur's contemporary gravekeeper, and the most outstanding gravekeeper - although this gravekeeper had an ironic flaw.
"What? Afraid of ghosts?"
The apple muscles on Luvia's face kept twitching. Even when she was knocked down by the singing, she didn't show such an expression, which shows how shocked she was.
"But, but didn't you say she was the gravekeeper of that cemetery?"
"Because she is too good, too close to the essence of the spirit. There is a barrier between the living, let alone the spirits between life and death?"
Shinji casually dispersed the undead around the sword-wielding angel statue, helped Luvia and Clown up and leaned them against the pedestal of the angel statue, and finally sat on the ground. He said he would not interfere if Gray left it to him.
"So you're still leaving her alone?"
"Don't worry, even if you are afraid of ghosts, experts are still experts. A few low-level spirits are just ants no matter how many there are."
...
Shinji and Gray were not far away from each other, and he was talking loudly, but Gray didn't hear a word of what he said.
Because she was so scared, her teeth were chattering and her body was paralyzed. Her legs lost strength and even her fingertips could not move freely. It was as if her internal organs were turned inside out and cold sweat could not stop flowing.
Fear grew from the deepest part of her heart and spread through every nerve in her body.
Just feeling the aura of the spirits made me become like this. A large part of the suffocation I felt when I first stepped into the castle was also due to the psychological shadow caused by the occasional aura of the spirits that escaped.
horrible.
Horribly unbearable.
It's so terrible. I can't stop wanting to vomit.
"Haha, what a 'defective product'! A gravekeeper who is afraid of the dead! This is exactly like us!"
The voice seemed to have changed again, with both Guranid and Qingxuan elements, but Gray didn't even have the energy to think about it now.
There was only one voice echoing in her head.
"Defective stuff. I am defective. A defective thing that is neither clear nor dark, a hopeless waste."
Then, the spirits released from the Stripping Castle came like an avalanche, drowning the girl's body.
The spirit climbs onto the epidermis and enters the body through the seven orifices.
The spirits gathered into the shape of an angel, and grabbed the girl's hair, baring their fangs as if they were going to chew on it.
"Aa ...
Gray couldn't help but scream.
Horrible, abominable, hateful, appalling, dirty, hungry, sharp, massive, crazy, pathetic, vomiting, screaming, not buried, sunken, cruel, should be buried, exposed, tortured, should be destroyed—
"Hey, you still don't care about it?"
"Don't be impatient, the fun is just about to begin."
"Kuchi."
A strange sound was heard.
It sounded like iron rubbing against each other, a noise that would make anyone want to cover their ears.
That was the sound of soul devouring that very few people knew. The souls gathered around were completely devoured by the mouth carved on the scythe of death.
If your hearing is good enough, you can hear the intermittent laughter flowing from that mouth.
"Hehehe! Delicious! So delicious! It's been a long time since I've had such a great meal! This trip was not in vain, I made a lot of money."
However, these voices sounded so distant and unreal to Gray.
What appeared in her eyes, or in her soul, was a collection of countless spirits.
Because of the overly powerful spiritual medium, the presence of spirits is stronger than anything else.
More like the dead than the dead, more like the living than the living.
It was a scene that the girl had seen countless times, a scene that was extremely familiar but she could never accept it.
It is irrational, unnatural, unscientific, neither alive nor dead.
There is also a sentence accompanying the scene.
—"It is that, that, that, and only that that you should destroy."
"Exactly."
The lips declared.
My own will. Not my own will. I was created that way, and now that function has revived. Even the Death Scythe that devours evil spirits is just a stepping stone for this.
"—So, there is no other way but to destroy it."
The girl bent her knees.
The view disappeared.
It was pure explosive power, even more terrifying than the explosive power he showed during his previous escape. Even Shinji's dynamic vision could hardly keep up.
0.1 seconds? 0.01 seconds
I don’t know, I just know that the girl is dancing.
With the leaping "Scythe of Death" in his hand, he cut through the sound and shredded the angel.
Everything standing before the girl was shattered like glass.
She approached the monster, the scythe cutting deep into its body.
In the face of her speed, the weight difference between them lost its meaning.
Guranid finally realized that something was wrong, and while fleeing with the beasts, he concentrated all his spirits, hoping to stop the god of death from starting the harvest.
But it was of no use. The girl at this moment was like an emotionless harvesting machine. Amid the shrill explosions in the air and the destructive magical glow, she swung the sickle representing death again and again.
Harvest! Harvest! Harvest!
Keep harvesting!
The endless spirits become sparse in this endless harvest.
And the monster that terrified all the magicians was also being harvested continuously, its limbs being chopped off, its claws being cut off.
The monster roared.
In the tiny gap created by the roar, flames suddenly appeared as if inserted, preventing the girl from further harvesting.
"Apira hum khasubha!"
Shugendo.
It is the art of Qingxuan or Guranid.
The monsters are just familiars, the real enemy is Guranid.
The girl realized this and swung her sickle, switching targets.
But, it didn't work.
Each monk from Shugendo has a strong physique and superb skills. Although they are not as strong as humanoid Tyrannosaurus like Gray and Shinji, they are not easy to defeat. Especially here is Peel Castle, which is Ashburn's workshop. If Gray cannot end the battle in a short time, the advantage she has now will fall to the opponent.
so.
The girl whispered.
Speak the predetermined words.
"Gray... Rave... Crave... Deprave."
Suddenly there was a change.
No, it should be said that it flies away.
All the magic power around them, the source of all that was consumed, was being devoured just like the spirit just now. As if being dragged into the space that had become a vacuum in magic, the monsters of Ashburn let out a shrill and terrifying cry.
"Grave... me..."
The girl lowered her head and continued to hum.
Her consciousness was dying.
It died out long ago.
So, this is not her voice. It is a different voice - another self lurking deep inside her.
Another monster her homeland had created.
"Grave... for you..."
Ancient mystery, extinct.
Make that sweet mystery disappear.
"Personality simulation stopped. Mana collection rate exceeded the specified value. Started to lift the second stage restrictions."
The emotionless voice, which didn't seem to belong to Yad at all, echoed in the night.
Just like saying the right spell to open a door, the mystery in the girl's hands was unveiled.
The Death Scythe that can devour souls and magic power and change the user's physical abilities is not actually the true form of Yad. No, even Yad's simulated personality is just a temporary seal set up to prevent the mystery from being lost in vain in modern times.
A seal for this... "gun".
Perhaps even one of the seals of the girl herself.
"Ahhhhh!"
The monster roared.
I can’t count how many times this has happened.
However, in the face of the extremely compressed magic power surrounding the girl, its roar could only end in self-destruction.
Mysteries will be eliminated by stronger mysteries. According to this natural law, even the monsters of Ashburn, who have reached the pinnacle of magic, cannot defeat this "gun".
"You..." "Miss Grey," "That weapon," "Your weapon,"
I don’t know if it was Qingxuan or Guranid’s voice, it sounded so far away.
"Holy Lance, weigh anchor."
The Grim Reaper's scythe unfolded.
Its angle and volume changed into a form that could not exist in three dimensions, forming a new "gun".
It's a gun.
It's a gun.
No, this object overflowing with majestic magic power has exceeded the specifications of a "gun". Like a tower standing at the end of the world, it is a mysterious crystal that proves that many legends are true.
That was the end of the legend.
It is the cursed spear that puts an end to the legend of King Arthur.
The girl simply chanted his real name calmly.
"Shining in the distance—"
The time has come.
The magic gun is moving.
The vortex of the uncontrollable magic power made the Stripping City tremble as if it was afraid. The Stripping City, which should only respond to the set fluctuations, was forced to activate due to the large amount of overflowing magic power. The manifestation that was completed by devouring the surrounding great source was a disaster in itself.
Without removing the "Thirteen Constraints" set at the beginning, its original power was only the tip of the iceberg. But even so, it was the condensation of the violent power that could perform god-level magic.
High concentrations of magicka feel similar to heat.
And now, it's like holding a volcano in your hands.
Unstoppable.
What appeared in the girl's hand was another treasure second only to the "Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)" that could be called the synonym of the legendary king. It was a divine weapon that could stab the rebellious knight to death.
"Rhongomyniad!"
It was clearly late at night, but it was as if the sun suddenly appeared - the beautiful red lotus spiral was like a piece of the sun that suddenly fell. The flash of the Age of Gods boiled the magic power and moisture in the air, and it just rushed violently.
Both Guranid and the monster disappeared before the light.
The light cut through the spires of the Stripped City, penetrated from the canopy to the city wall, and gradually disappeared as the slope of the mountain collapsed.