"Against an opponent like the Cursed God, rewinding ti by an hour or two is the limit. But for Woodwose and Gareth, rewinding ten days or even half a month isn't a problem at all."
Eiji carried his sword over his shoulder, a malicious grin spreading across his face.
"And they've been hiding in the place you're most familiar with all along!"
"The place I'm most familiar with..."
Oberon's eyes widened slightly.
Until now, he hadn't detected even a trace of those individuals on the surface.
Even when deliberately searching for the Queen's whereabouts, he couldn't find her at all.
So he had actually begun to think that the Queen might truly be dead.
But now, not only was the Queen alive—even the Fairy Knights and Clan Leaders were still alive!
"Could it be?"
Oberon suddenly thought of a place.
A place that could be called the origin of fate!
"The underground shelter of Londinium!"
Eiji's lips curled into a ferocious, vicious smile.
"That's the place where you killed Uther 2,400 years ago! Cernunnos and the others have been hiding there all along!"
"I won't fall into the sa pit twice! This ti, it's your incompetence for not discovering that place, Vortigern!"
Oberon's eyes widened in shock.
It was like fate.
The shelter personally created by Cernunnos, which hadn't been used 2,400 years ago, had finally served its purpose 2,400 years later!
The people she couldn't protect back then were now successfully safeguarded!
"It's over, Oberon! This ti, I will truly kill you!"
Eiji roared, raising his left arm.
Blood gathered on his arm, instantly bursting into a thick crimson mist.
"Co forth—sarthim Adamas! Cor Tauri Succinum! Al issa rcury!"
The transparent diamond ram that could defend against and reflect all attacks.
The red bull-headed god that could unleash powerful physical strikes alongside molten lava.
The silver two-headed serpent capable of devouring space, dinsions, and everything in between.
"And that's not all—Natra Cinereus! Regulus Aurum! Shaula Viola!"
The dozens-of-ters-tall armored beast that could vaporize any substance.
The golden lion whose thunderous heat surpassed tens of thousands of degrees.
The purple scorpion-tailed tiger that rejected all forms of poison.
"And now for the final grand feast—Alnasl Minium! Sadallik Albus! Alrescha Glacies!"
The crimson two-horned horse that emitted high-frequency vibrational waves.
The snake-haired gorgon with the power to heal all things as if reversing ti.
The monstrous bird enchantress capable of reaching and even surpassing absolute zero.
"Nine of them at once?!"
Even Oberon's expression changed.
Magma battle-axes, twin-headed fangs, mist interference, golden thunderbolts, purple flas, crimson shockwaves, healing waters, absolute zero ice... all surged forth in the blink of an eye!
The onslaught raged like a boundless tsunami!
In an instant, Oberon was completely subrged.
"Damn it! What's so bad about the ending I arranged?"
But imdiately after, not two or three, but fifty, a hundred Oberons dropped uniformly from the rippling waves.
"Whether human or fairy, whether Lostbelt or Pan-Human History—plunging everything into a bottomless abyss, into endless slumber—who could arrange a better ending than this?"
Within re breaths, over hundreds of Oberons erged from all directions, roaring hysterically.
Eiji completely relinquished command, letting the nine beast familiars surge recklessly into the enemy ranks, indulging in unrestrained slaughter.
With ample magical energy supplied, the nine familiars rampaged as if through unguarded territory!
Battle-axes and fangs roared in unison!
Thunder and shockwaves resonated in harmony!
Everything in the vicinity was torn to shreds by the nine beast familiars; even the ripples undulating through space were successively devoured by the Dragon-Snake's Quicksilver.
"Roar!"
In a clear, short roar, a sleek chanical dragon shot out from the direction of the subrsible vehicle. At speeds exceeding five tis the speed of sound, it instantly sliced down every Oberon in its path!
The chanical dragon swept past Eiji, nodding slightly to him before diving back into the battlefield.
"Sorry, but compared to a Bad End, I personally prefer a Happy End!"
Astonishing sword energy howled forth, sweeping through like a storm, obliterating one Oberon after another.
Eiji retracted his gaze but laughed heartily upon hearing this.
"Don't you think this scene is far more magnificent now!"
At this mont.
Eiji fought Oberon alone, with the beast familiars and chanical dragon as his allies.
Chaldea and the denizens of the Fairy Kingdom joined forces to resist the invasion of the demonic insects.
Humans, fairies, and Heroic Spirits cooperated seamlessly.
"Not at all! Absolutely not!"
Oberon's eyes darkened to the extre, intense fury shattering his rationality.
"It's precisely because of this that I feel disgusted! Whether human or fairy! You all just gather like mindless insects, all as repulsive as a cesspool!"
"And you, so enamored with this cesspool, are nothing but a dung beetle!"
Eiji retorted sharply.
Everyone's experiencing being human for the first ti—no need to hold back for anyone!
Oh.
Wait, we're not even human!
Never mind, then!
"Ha... whatever, I give up."
Oberon suddenly let out a long sigh.
"Arguing with you was the worst decision I've ever made."
Huh?
Eiji narrowed his eyes.
Oberon acted as though he intended to surrender, but the sense of crisis in Eiji's heart didn't diminish in the slightest.
In fact, it grew even more intense!
What was he planning?
"What? Did I strike a nerve?"
Eiji sneered.
He absolutely couldn't lose the upper hand in banter!
"Ha! Your taunts are as weak as tickles!"
Oberon curled his lips, letting out a scornful laugh.
"Originally, I ca to catch up with you all out of gratitude for the help you've given along the way. But at this point, further conversation is aningless!"
He raised his hand, pointing behind the crowd.
"Behold! My true form has already destroyed Britain, and now, it shall drag you all into the abyss as well!"
Eiji's expression changed drastically.
Behind the subrsible.
The Abyssal Worm had shattered the entire British Isles beyond recognition, leaving scarcely a patch of intact land.
After obliterating Britain, the Abyssal Worm decisively changed direction, plunging headfirst toward the subrsible!
"Keh heh heh ha ha ha! Dance to your heart's content in the depths of despair!"
Oberon laughed wildly.
At that mont, the spatial ripples in the sky slowly closed.
Whether it was the other Oberons or the curse-clad demon insects, they were all swiftly eradicated under the assault of the familiars and the group.
"No, you won't even be able to dance! The mont you enter that void, the dream's end—silent, soundless, painless, and unconscious—shall descend upon every one of you! All living beings shall et an equal end!"
"Enjoy your final monts to the fullest, muahahahaha!"
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