The final BOSS Morgan descends!
The onlookers were utterly astonished, never expecting the Queen to make her move so early.
She was clearly preparing to personally eliminate the root of the problem, leaving no future troubles!
Artoria Caster stared nervously at her opponent: "Hmph, I-I'm not, not afraid of you!"
After ringing the six pilgrimage bells, she had gained unimaginable, terrifying power.
However.
Her pale little face, coupled with her instinctive move to hide behind Naless,
And her stamring words,
Made this declaration completely lack any conviction!
"Heh, is that all you've got? Do you know how many pilgrimages I've completed?"
Queen Morgan laughed with extre mockery, "No matter how many tis you try, the fairies will forget everything!"
"Your sorrow, pity, sympathy, anger, desperate efforts—everything will be forgotten by the fairies, who will instead betray you!"
"Do you really think you're the savior? Heh, then go ahead and drown in your dream of saving the world!"
By the end, her voice was filled with rage.
No longer as calm and detached as before, it sounded more like an angry scolding from soone frustrated with another's failure to et expectations.
Because,
In this new savior, she saw the shadow of her forr self!
"Hmph, it's precisely because you abandoned your mission that I was born."
Artoria Caster retorted bluntly, "I don't care about any clan's original sin, nor do I give it any thought. I just need to fulfill my mission."
"The future of Britain, the future of Pan-Human History, the fate of the fairies—I can't bear any of it!"
She was originally just an ordinary fairy girl.
Persecuted by fairies since childhood and nearly unable to survive, she naturally lacked any particularly steadfast protective beliefs.
Just then.
Before the enemy Queen could speak again.
Naless suddenly reached out and placed his hand on the girl's shoulder: "If you don't care, that's truly wonderful. In fact, you can even abandon this so-called savior mission."
"Eh?" Artoria Caster was dumbfounded.
Didn't he seek an alliance with her to use her as a combat asset?
Why would he suddenly say such things in front of the big boss? Did he want to surrender?
"I once wanted the you from another tiline to live as an ordinary girl, but unfortunately, the other you refused."
Naless sighed softly: "Now I'm telling you, the fairies aren't worth saving. Even I want to slaughter them all. What do you plan to do?"
"...Huh?"
Artoria Caster looked completely bewildered.
Then what was the point of all the previous pilgrimages and battles?
Then.
The girl grew even more stunned as she heard—
The Master of Chaldea looked at the enemy and said, "Morgan, would you like to join forces with ?"
Mad!
Utterly mad!
Everything, everything had left the "Child of Prophecy" completely bewildered and unable to comprehend.
"Unfortunately, I refuse! This is my world. If you wish to destroy it, you'll have to kill !"
Morgan unhesitatingly launched her attack.
Hum~
Countless spells erupted with dazzling brilliance.
Like a dense artillery formation, they began a frenzied bombardnt against Naless and the others.
Morgan herself, wielding the Holy Lance, engaged Naless in close-quarters combat.
The battle between the two sides instantly escalated to an intense climax.
This made Artoria Caster increasingly tense and uneasy.
But she was surprised to discover that the enhancents from ringing the six Pilgrim Bells seed to allow her to easily withstand the enemy's relentless assault.
The battle grew fiercer.
Nurous spells continued their mad bombardnt, shattering the surrounding houses as if they were tofu.
Just then.
Naless swung his sword at Morgan, who seed to deliberately position her heart in the path of the blade.
The entire scene appeared extrely "dangerous."
However.
Naless frowned slightly and deftly shifted the blade's trajectory, slicing across her abdon instead.
This caused her to stagger back several steps, and her heart was blasted apart by Artoria Caster's spell!
Morgan's gaze grew slightly vacant. She looked down at the gaping hole in her chest and sighed softly, "Ah... a fatal wound. In over two thousand years of ruling Britain, I've never sustained such a severe injury."
"Eh, I actually managed to hurt you?" Artoria Caster was stunned.
Even after ringing the six Pilgrim Bells, she had no confidence whatsoever in her ability to injure her opponent.
The gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm, not sothing that the power granted by re Pilgrim Bells could bridge.
"I did underestimate you. It's no surprise you possess such strength, having traversed one Lostbelt after another."
Queen Morgan suddenly revealed a faint smile, showing no fear or regret.
She sighed with emotion, "Like the other Lostbelt kings you've defeated, I too have t my fate of defeat."
"Master of Chaldea, and you fairy who, like , belongs to the paradise... do not stop. Continue moving forward..."
Hum~
Queen Morgan's body completely dissolved into particles of light and vanished.
This peerless queen who had ruled Britain for over two thousand years.
This savior who had once protected Britain for four thousand years.
This magus who seized the Fantasy Tree and thwarted the sches of the Alien God—was thus defeated.
Naless looked at the young girl beside him and asked, "Are you happy about defeating this senior?"
"Eh... It doesn't feel real at all. It's like a dream. How could she possibly be defeated?"
Artoria Caster's eyes were filled with confusion. "She didn't even use the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, her Water Mirror magecraft, or anything else. Why exactly?"
The onlookers watched with complex emotions—
[Good grief, Her Majesty the Queen was clearly seeking death! The more I watch, the more heartbreaking it gets. This is just too difficult.]
[Including the previous four thousand years, Her Majesty the Queen secured six thousand years of future for Britain... The fairies don't deserve Queen Morgan!]
[Morgan is very similar to Qin Shi Huang from the Third Lostbelt—both willingly let go of their worlds. My heart aches for the Queen.]
["Queen Morgan is gone, this Fairy Lostbelt has no reason to exist anymore. I'm tired, let it end!"]
["That's it? It feels so unreal—the curse of the Horned God in the great pit, Oberon... so many plot holes left unresolved!"]
["Don't worry, it can't possibly end like this. There's definitely more to co later!"]
...
In the hotel.
Mordred stared at the screen with disbelief. "How could Mother die just like that?"
It was too strange.
The Lostbelt King, who was overwhelmingly powerful to the point of despair, had t an end that could be called suicidal.
With Father's strength as shown in the video, it was impossible for her to defeat Mother Morgan.
Artoria Caster did indeed ring the six pilgrimage bells.
But Morgan of the Lostbelt had protected Britain as a savior for four thousand years before ruling as queen for another two thousand years.
This six-thousand-year-long journey had made her power absurdly unparalleled.
"She truly sought death willingly..."
Gawain's expression was particularly subtle.
In this Fairy Lostbelt, all fairies were required to periodically pay an [existence tax] equivalent to half their souls.
Over two thousand years of rule, Queen Morgan had accumulated an unimaginably vast amount of energy.
This energy was clearly stored in her throne.
It was why she had never left her throne for even a mont during those two millennia of reign.
Evidently.
The stored energy was never ant to be used against the fairies or Naless and the others—it was purely for suppressing the Horned God in the great pit.
Even when facing certain death, Morgan would not tap into this power.
This made Gawain ache even more for the Mother of this Lostbelt.
Betrayed countless tis by the fairies, yet she repeatedly sacrificed everything to secure Britain's future.
A savior even more lonely and despairing than Naless!
After a mont's thought, Gawain said, "She probably isn't dead. She couldn't leave her throne—what appeared was likely a doppelgänger."
"Ah, true. Disappearing into points of light is clearly the sign of a magical clone."
Mordred nodded, her eyes fixed intently on the screen. "So, what exactly is Mother Morgan trying to do?"
Even if she hadn't died, it was clear to see.
Morgan, the Lostbelt King, had no intention of killing Naless and the others from start to finish.
If she had truly wanted to eliminate them, those twelve Holy Lances could have easily wiped out Naless.
Such a terrifying boss could effortlessly overpower the kings of the first and second Lostbelts.
She might even stand toe-to-toe with God King Zeus!
Let's not forget, Morgan forcibly took the Fantasy Tree and used it to resurrect all life in the Lostbelt.
Even the true master of the Fantasy Tree, the Alien God, was unable to descend under her intimidation!
Even the mighty Demon King Goetia praised Morgan for accomplishing a feat he himself could not achieve.
Such an ultimate existence could never be easily defeated by outsiders—she could only be defeated by herself.
"She is tired," Artoria replied softly.
Ever since she pulled the sword from the stone at fifteen and was crowned King of Britain.
In the eyes of others, the glorious, majestic, wise, and powerful King Arthur forced herself to sever all emotions and desires, forcing herself to beco a perfect sage.
In other words, the mont she chose to wear the crown, the innocent young girl she once was had died.
Only the perfect king remained, sitting alone on the throne.
Artoria understood her sister, who was similarly forced to beco a king.
Given a choice, she wouldn't want to wear the crown either, bearing the imnse burden of countless subjects and the entire kingdom.
She too wished to be an ordinary girl, to have an ordinary romance with Naless, and live an ordinary life until old age.
Unfortunately,
Whether in Pan-Human History or the Lostbelt version of herself, she could never escape the cycle of fate, destined to walk the path of saving Britain.
I'm tired. Just let the world end!
"Indeed, it looks exhausting just watching. Being a king really isn't for ."
Mordred glanced at the King of Knights beside her and said without hesitation, "Let make this clear—I will never beco king!"
"Oh? But haven't you always wanted my acknowledgnt?" Artoria asked calmly.
"Hmph, that's only because you insisted on being king, so I wanted to steal the throne from you."
Mordred declared righteously, "Now that you don't want it anymore, I have no interest in the throne either!"
"...You just need a good beating!" Gawain rolled his eyes.
This brat clearly needs a dose of tough love!
...
The video continued.
The scene shifted to Oberon's location.
The mysterious Fairy Prince was launching an attack alongside fairies from various clans.
They sought to breach the Holy City of Calot directly with their massive fairy army.
However.
A powerful enemy descended—none other than Queen Morgan, who had previously been defeated by Artoria Caster!
No,
Not just one Morgan.
But a dozen Queen Morgans appearing simultaneously!
Each Morgan possessed terrifying combat prowess rivaling top-tier Servants, effortlessly crushing the fairy army!
"These are clones identical to Morgan! She never even left her throne, yet she can produce so many powerful duplicates!"
Oberon's expression grew increasingly anxious. "We can't mobilize armies against such a terrifying being—she alone is equivalent to an entire legion, surpassing the combined might of all Britain's fairy forces!"
Through his explanation,
The spectators finally understood that the Morgan slain earlier by Artoria Caster was rely one of countless clones.
Now Queen Morgan had beco a one-woman army, easily suppressing all fairy resistance.
Her power was utterly despair-inducing!
A single Morgan required multiple Servants to confront—who could possibly gauge the collective might of this swarm of Morgans?
And this was without Morgan even employing the twelve Holy Lances, plus the terrifying magical energy stored in her throne!
Now everyone clearly understood.
If Queen Morgan wished, she could effortlessly annihilate all six fairy clans, along with the entire Chaldea organization!
"Dammit, that woman is absurdly powerful. She might interfere with the Child of Prophecy!"
Oberon hastily abandoned both the fairy army and the human Round Table forces.
The mont he spotted the Child of Prophecy, he sensed imminent danger.
A brilliant golden light suddenly shot toward the unprepared Artoria Caster's back.
It contained an utterly terrifying magical power, enough to kill the opponent!
Oberon lunged forward without hesitation: "Look out, Artoria!"
Boom!
The terrifying strike slamd into him, sending him flying violently and crashing heavily to the ground.
Artoria Caster stared in shock: "O—be—ron!!!"
This mysterious, deceitful man was actually willing to die to save her.
Why would he do such a thing?
"Hah, did you think defeating one of would be the end?"
Queen Morgan hovered in the sky, wearing a faint smile.
Then.
With a casual wave of her hand, magical ripples exploded across the firmant.
Countless figures erged one after another—each one a Queen Morgan!
An absurd number of Queen Morgans gathered into a truly despair-inducing army.
Impossible to resist!
Impossible to escape!
All that remained was utter, crushing destruction!
Under the simultaneous attacks of countless Queen Morgans, the fairy army and human Round Table Army were instantly routed.
They possessed not even the slightest ability to resist!
Destruction!
Despair!
Blood dyed all of Calot red, with terrifying warfare and slaughter everywhere.
The glorious holy capital was transford in an instant by Queen Morgan into a bloody hell!
Just as all spectators thought Naless and the others were dood to annihilation—
A sudden change occurred.
The overwhelmingly powerful Queen Morgan mobilized countless clones to suppress Chaldea and the fairy clans.
It should have proceeded smoothly, crushing all opposition.
Yet in this mont of apparent success, the fairies standing beside Queen Morgan in the palace actually launched a betrayal.
A dagger imbued with terrifying poison stabbed deeply into Morgan's body.
This poison was none other than the curse of the Horned God, instantly inflicting severe wounds upon her.
Once again!
The savior of Britain had been betrayed yet again by Britain's fairies!
This ti, there was no miracle.
Countless Morgan clones all dissipated.
Queen Morgan calmly gazed at her pierced body and whispered: "You... truly are unworthy of salvation. What ugly, disgusting creatures you are."
Not a single fairy dared et her gaze, all of them avoiding eye contact, sinking into panic and fear.
They appeared terrified she might go berserk and attack them.
However.
Queen Morgan instead smiled: "How wonderful... finally freed. You... await destruction..."
She sat upon the magnificent throne and closed her eyes as if falling asleep.
Hum~
The body of the overwhelmingly powerful Lostbelt King transford into countless points of light, all rging into the throne beneath her.
The twelve Holy Lances standing around also gradually crumbled and vanished.
From beginning to end, she never used these forbidden god-slaying weapons.
The fairies waited in fear, but the expected destructive blow never ca.
One by one, they fell into ecstatic celebration—
"She's dead! That tyrant is finally dead!"
"Haha, good riddance! Let's break out the champagne to celebrate!"
"This terrifying woman oppressed us for over two thousand years—she's finally dead!"
...
All the fairies cheered with unrestrained joy.
The tyrant who had ruled Britain for over two thousand years was dead—they had finally gained their freedom!
The audience grew increasingly furious as they watched—
[Dammit, the more I watch the more my blood pressure spikes! These bastard fairies, I really want to kill them myself!]
[NB! Betraying their savior yet again—even the demons of hell aren't as terrifying as these fairies!]
[Laughing in bitter rage! I thought Morgan would die honorably at Naless' hands, but instead she was betrayed and killed once more!]
[Alas, Morgan went through three cycles, rewriting the history of the Fairy Tale Belt, yet still couldn't change the fairies' ugliness and repulsiveness!]
[Rivers and mountains are easier to change than one's nature! The fairies are truly beyond redemption—they all deserve to die!]
[Ahhh, you're all idiots! You're all idiots!]
...
This betrayal was no different from the countless ones Morgan endured while protecting Britain for four thousand years.
It was these endless betrayals that ultimately forced Morgan to fully embrace her dark side as the Tyrant Queen, establishing an absolute, high-pressure reign.
The more the fairies laughed in delight, the more furious the audience grew.
After Queen Morgan's death,
Artoria Caster, the Child of Prophecy, voluntarily relinquished her claim to the throne.
Thus, Knocknarea, as the appointed successor queen, was invited by the fairies to ascend the throne.
In a particularly foul mood, she snorted coldly: "Hmph, I have no intention of fostering good relations with Pan-Human History—my only goal is to conquer and expand our territory!"
"Is that so? Are you certain?" Naless inquired, looking at her.
"Of course I'm certain! Once we've conquered Pan-Human History, I will beco a queen who surpasses even Morgan!"
A faint blush appeared on Knocknarea's cheeks. "By then, you'll kneel at my feet and willingly beco my man!"
"...Do you know why Morgan never left her throne for over two thousand years?"
Naless deftly changed the subject.
"Simple—it's the foundation of the Fairy Kingdom. Britain was already destroyed once, and all fairies perished."
Knocknarea saw right through the throne's true nature. "Morgan defied her mission by resurrecting all the fairies—that's the real reason the Clan of Kings followed her."
"In other words, whoever sits on this throne becos linked to the lives of all fairies. Only Artoria and I are qualified to succeed her."
That was the truth.
The throne represented the very origin of the fairies, the essence of Britain itself.
Leaving the throne would an allowing everything to return to destruction.
That's why Queen Morgan never truly left her throne throughout her long reign!
Naless sighed. "Well then... do your best..."
He didn't say anything more, simply leaving the magnificent palace with Artoria and the others.
Naless stood at the edge of the great void, looking down below.
He paid no mind to the new queen's coronation ceremony.
Queen Morgan was dead. The fairy Tristan was dead too.
Everything was heading toward its end!
Then,
during Knocknarea's coronation ceremony, yet another anomaly occurred.
She,
was also betrayed by the fairies!
The fairies raised their glasses in celebration of her coronation.
But the wine was poisoned—so potent that even soone as powerful as the new queen Knocknarea couldn't resist it, suffering fatal injuries instantly!
The fairies began wantonly accusing her, heaping countless cris upon her head.
Knocknarea looked toward Naless in the distance, a bitter smile appearing on her pale, beautiful face: "Haha... I see now. No wonder you had that expression."
She finally understood.
Understood why Naless didn't care about her declaration of war against Pan-Human History.
Understood why Queen Morgan hated the fairies so deeply, ruling over them with such oppressive tyranny.
Because,
The fairies would never give her a chance.
The fairies were utterly unworthy of salvation!
These creatures were the most disgusting scoundrels, even more monstrous and terrifying than human evil!
Truly beyond redemption!
Nocnarea calmly welcod her own demise.
In her gradually dimming eyes, the distant figure of Naless was reflected.
And,
The horrifying giant beast slowly crawling out from the enormous void.
The true ancient god of Britain, the Horned God who protected and saved the fairies, had resurrected!
He, with endless rage, crawled out from hell, wanting to completely destroy this world!
"Perish, this world is beyond salvation!"
Nocnarea completely fell into eternal slumber.
The curse of destruction wantonly swept across the entire world.
One by one, the fairies who were celebrating her defeat fell into the most terrible panic.
Yet the viewers grew increasingly excited—
[It's here! It's here! You damn fairies brought this upon yourselves, all of you deserve to die!]
[Looking across all six Lostbelts, Britain is the most unworthy of salvation, the ugliest and most disgusting Lostbelt!]
[Hahaha, they're finally going to die! Kill! Kill! Kill! Slaughter all the fairies!]
[Damn it, these disgusting creatures are finally going to die. Don't even think about saving them—they must be eliminated!]
[The Horned God has crawled out from hell for revenge. None of these fairies will escape!]
...
Tohsaka Residence.
During the ntal conference.
Rin Tohsaka stared blankly at the screen: "Good grief, could these fairies be any more disgusting?"
This is utterly absurd!
If you thought Koyanskaya, who calls herself the King of Scum, made countless people want to eliminate her,
then the fairies are countless tis more repulsive than Koyanskaya.
Because.
The fairies, in their playful and lazy ways, failed to forge the Holy Sword of the Stars, leading to the Star-Spangled Titan destroying Britain.
As a result, the fairies showed no remorse and even killed the Horned God's priestess.
They slaughtered the Horned God, who had protected them, and used its corpse to create Britain.
But this was only the beginning.
The fairies then betrayed two generations of saviors, forcing Queen Morgan to transform from a savior into a cold-hearted ruler.
At the coronation ceremony, they poisoned Nocnarea, who sought to protect the fairies in Morgan's stead.
Even Artoria Caster, who ca from the paradise to save the fairies, suffered bullying and abuse from them since childhood.
She was imprisoned and enslaved like a slave, barely surviving to adulthood.
Just reading about the fairies' deeds is enough to plunge anyone into boundless rage.
Truly beyond redemption!
...
PS: The Fairy Lostbelt arc has concluded. There's still a 10,000-word finale chapter to wrap things up. I'll definitely finish the explosive updates today! By the way, here's a book recomndation—
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