Chapter 1041: Britain's Self-Destructive Will
Cen's eyes widened fiercely.
In an instant, the fury in her heart erupted like a volcano, unstoppable by anyone!
"Shut up!"
Boundless magical energy exploded like the harsh winds of winter.
Cen tightened her grip on her staff, and magic circles appeared in mid-air like interlocking iron chains. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of magical projectiles materialized!
"All of you, protect me!"
The false Uther's eyelids twitched violently.
Without hesitation, he retreated while shouting at those around him.
"I am this nation's hope! Use your bodies as a wall to shield me!"
The Knights of the Round Table, the human soldiers—
Even the fairies who had been locked in battle moments before—all sentient beings formed a human barricade before the false Uther.
"Boom!"
Hundreds of magical projectiles shot forth like laser cannons.
In an instant, muscles and skin evaporated under the intense heat.
Human soldiers and Knights of the Round Table were reduced to skeletons in moments, collapsing to the ground.
Only the fairies, relying on their innate magic resistance, managed to block the projectiles, though they were still sent flying by the tremendous impact.
"Slaughtering humans? How cruel, Savior Cen!"
Seizing the opportunity, the false Uther had already fled into a nearby alley.
As he ran, he laughed mockingly, taunting her with all his might!
Cen remained silent.
Her face dark, she pursued the false Uther like a reaper of souls, firing magical blasts like laser beams one after another.
The false Uther continued to manipulate humans and fairies with his words, forming human shields.
He had assumed Cen would show at least some restraint, but to his surprise, she struck without hesitation—whether human or fairy, anyone standing in her way was blasted to pieces!
"Heh, lost your composure?"
Far from panicking, the false Uther seemed delighted.
Aiming at his escape route, Cen abruptly thrust her staff forward.
The tip seemed to pierce through empty space, crossing a hundred meters in an instant to appear before the false Uther.
"Whoa?!"
Caught off guard, his body was abruptly impaled!
"Damn...!"
He let out a pained cry as his body suddenly split into pieces.
But immediately after, the dismembered limbs vanished like a mirage.
"Just kidding!"
His figure reappeared elsewhere, flashing a malicious grin at Cen.
"Didn't I tell you? I am the Calamity of Illusion. The illusions I create—even you can't see through them. Otherwise, you wouldn't have delivered Uther right into my hands to be killed, would you?"
Cen's expression grew even darker.
Every word from the false Uther dripped with provocation.
He wasn't particularly strong—otherwise, he wouldn't be so thoroughly outmatched by Cen's pursuit.
But the island of Britain had amplified his power of illusion to its absolute limit!
When it came to sheer annoyance, he was invincible!
Ah, honestly, he didn't enjoy carrying out his mission this way. But he had no other means. And since that was the case, even if it was work he disliked, he had to do it properly.
"Bzzzt!"
Suddenly—
A massive magic circle appeared like an alien spacecraft, obscuring half the sky. Infinite magical energy converged within it, its astonishing fluctuations sending shivers down one's spine!
Caster stared at him expressionlessly.
"This woman!"
The fake Uther's eyes widened instantly.
"Is she planning to destroy the entire surrounding area?!"
He excelled at escaping, but his speed wasn't fast!
If several kilometers around were obliterated, he could only die on the spot!
Not just him—even the surrounding humans and fairies would be wiped out without exception!
This woman had completely given up.
She no longer held expectations for humans, nor was she obsessed with fairies.
She abandoned all her previous gentle approaches, opting instead to erase everything with sheer power!
"Hmph, I suppose this counts as success."
The fake Uther gave up resisting.
Even if he wanted to resist, he lacked the capability.
Most importantly, his mission was already accomplished.
Uther was dead.
Londinium was destroyed.
The only obstacle preventing the British Isles from reaching its end—the Savior Caster—had utterly abandoned her ideals.
In that case, there was no need to cause further trouble—
"Swish!"
Suddenly, a golden light flashed across the sky!
Before his eyes could even register it,
the fake Uther abruptly felt an intense pain in his abdomen!
"Caster, stop!"
Eiji reached out and grabbed the opponent's true form from the empty street.
"I've caught this guy!"
"This guy... how can he see through me?"
Uther's appearance gradually dissolved, and he finally reverted to his true form as a Calamity.
It was a humanoid outline shimmering like a mirage, seemingly lacking even facial features, devoid of color, and entirely transparent with a glossy sheen.
The magic circle in the sky immediately stalled.
The process of gathering magical energy gradually ceased, and countless geometric patterns faded away one by one.
Caster slowly descended before the Illusory Calamity.
Eiji looked directly into her eyes.
But he found no warmth left in them.
"Do whatever you want—kill me or tear me apart."
The humanoid outline chuckled indifferently.
Long before everything began, he knew he would inevitably be killed.
"...Why can't this world allow Uther's kingdom to exist?"
Caster instinctively tightened her grip on her staff, a sharp killing intent flashing in her eyes.
But she restrained that intent and coldly asked him.
Before taking action, she had to understand this matter, no matter what!
"What, still want to chat? Well, I'll humor you for a bit!"
The humanoid outline let out a light, seemingly troubled sigh.
"Your question is the strange one, Savior Caster! Even in Pan-Human History Britain, where humans are destined to take the lead, isn't it also wavering between mystery and humanity?"
"The Red Dragon King Arthur represents humanity overwhelming mystery, while the Fairy Queen Morgan embodies mystery overwhelming humanity."
In Pan-Human History, where mystery is fated to decline, island nations like Britain typically retain more mystery, thus having more room to linger on.
Thus, the British Isles were forced to make a choice.
Should they follow the tide of history and let humans become the island's protagonists?
Or should they suppress humanity by any means necessary to preserve mystery?
These two wills of Britain materialized.
That was King Arthur and the Fairy Queen.
In the end, King Arthur retreated to Avalon.
After that, Mystery finally completely declined, and Britain truly entered the age of humanity!
"Even that Britain over there would breed contradictions, let alone this side which is doomed to perish?"
The humanoid silhouette emitted fluctuations of inner thoughts.
"Letting humans take the leading role—such a thing is absolutely unforgivable in this Britain! Though I hate to admit it, that is precisely the correct method to ensure the island's survival—Hmph, it's so disgusting it makes me want to vomit!"
"But this Britain has long been terminally ill—it no longer wishes to live!"
"In the end, self-destruction is the true will of this island!"