Chapter 1102: I Am Aurora of the Wind Clan
Percival stood not far away, watching the scene with a bitter smile.
He had already sparred with Eiji and deeply understood that he couldn't even withstand a single move from him, so he had long abandoned any thought of fighting.
"I'll fight her to the end!"
"With what level of resolve?"
"Uh..."
Artoria choked on her words, then immediately tightened her expression.
"Combat only depends on the strength of both sides! Resolve is just icing on the cake!"
I can't out-argue you.
But I'll still stubbornly cling to my position!
Anyway, magecraft battles rely on the understanding and application of concepts—it's not some idealistic nonsense! Strength and emotions aren't equivalent!
"Your statement reeks of self-abandonment—can't you see that yourself?"
Eiji threw a punch.
Artoria covered her forehead, tears welling in her eyes as she crouched in a defensive posture.
The sound of crumbling rubble echoed as Tristan emerged from the ruins, covered in dust and filled with sorrow.
My harp is gone, how sorrowful!
No, what I mean is—all of us combined couldn't last a minute against him! How utterly sorrowful!
"Well, with our current level, challenging the Queen does seem like asking for trouble."
Grimm patted the dust off his clothes, looking at Eiji with clear disapproval.
"But I thought you were on our side! That's why I was so confident! Who knew you'd keep switching sides!"
If he hadn't pulled this stunt, they could have happily taken on the Boss together—with Eiji as main DPS and them providing support, their chances of winning would have been extremely high. Then there'd be nothing to complain about.
"Mr. Eiji, are you stopping us here to make us understand that we can't defeat Ms. Tonelico at our current level?"
Mash and Muramasa, along with the others, came running back.
Though it seemed like they'd been spectacularly sent flying, Eiji's strikes were executed with exquisite control—no bones were broken, just some minor scrapes.
"It's not about being unable to win."
Eiji rejected Mash's speculation.
Seeing her confused expression, Eiji sneered.
"You would die."
Morgan was by no means kind-hearted.
They had learned this lesson clearly 2,400 years ago.
She would mercilessly eliminate any clan faeries who came seeking confrontation.
As long as they were enemies, she would show no mercy whatsoever!
If these few were to appear before the Queen, the question wouldn't be whether they could win—it would be how many would die, and whether any could escape alive!
His words left the group feeling thoroughly humiliated, their faces showing barely concealed resentment.
This was inevitable.
Losing to Eiji didn't necessarily mean they would lose to the Queen.
These two were completely different types.
Eiji's strength was of the same nature as theirs—it's just that both his power and skills overwhelmingly surpassed theirs.
But the Queen was a pure mage—she didn't possess combat awareness as formidable as his. While her magical energy was undoubtedly immense, she was essentially just a human-shaped artillery platform—not necessarily without weaknesses.
As long as there were weaknesses, she couldn't be invincible!
"Look up!"
Eiji raised his hand, pointing toward the sky.
"Then you will understand what truly constitutes an insurmountable gap!"
Everyone did as he said, tilting their heads back to gaze at the sky.
"I can't see anything—"
Muramasa had just muttered under his breath.
Then he fell silent.
Flakes of pure white snow drifted slowly from the sky, appearing as languid in their eyes as autumn leaves.
Yet no one dared to look away from the snowflakes.
Instead, each of them wore expressions of sheer terror, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
For as the snowflakes descended, they converged like countless rivers flowing into the sea, gradually coalescing into human silhouettes, ultimately forming distinct figures that descended from the heavens.
Noble and elegant black gowns, flawless pale skin, and what seemed like interconnected crowns and veils.
Every single figure looked exactly the same!
Every single figure was actually the Queen herself!
After the suppression by the Fairy Knights was lost, the rebel forces broke through the Queen's army like a hot knife through butter, charging straight in and swarming toward the royal castle from all directions.
But at a certain moment, a Queen appeared before each contingent of the rebel army.
The Queen held a magical staff.
A white arcane light swept out, instantly enveloping dozens, nearly a hundred rebel soldiers. Under the astonishing radiance and heat, even their bones were utterly annihilated, carving out a vacuum in the midst of the crowd.
The soldiers were shocked, screaming.
Some mustered their courage and charged forward, only to be obliterated without a trace.
Others, driven by fear, tried to flee but found invisible barriers enclosing them, leaving no escape!
"Witch!"
"It's the witch!"
Panic and fear gripped everyone.
Under the Queen's relentless slaughter, the soldiers' morale plummeted. They lost even the slightest will to fight, and with escape forbidden, they could only weep, curse, and then be slain.
The Queen intended to annihilate the entire rebel army!
Anyone who witnessed that scene would understand the Queen's intent.
Because she made no attempt to hide it.
From the very beginning, she had never taken the rebels seriously.
The reason she ignored the scattered resistance forces across the Fairy Kingdom wasn't out of fear—it was sheer disdain.
Since she had to act anyway, why not gather them all and wipe them out in one go?
At this moment.
For the rebel army, this was the decisive battle that would determine their tomorrow and future!
But for the Queen, it was merely a game, a casual stretch of her limbs—like picking up an electric mosquito swatter for a stroll by the river, using the scent of burnt mosquitoes to relax.
Mosquitoes: How noble, how impressive!
"After seeing that, do you still dare claim you can win?"
Eiji pointed at the Morgan clones appearing throughout the city.
"Only five have appeared now, but Morgan can create dozens of clones simultaneously. Her true self hasn't even moved from the throne in the palace. If you can't even handle the clones, how do you expect to defeat the Queen?"
No one could utter a word.
Not even Gudako, Mash, or little Da Vinci had a response.
Morgan wasn't like previous enemies.
As powerful as Baobhan Sith was, she had weaknesses in her faith; as mighty as Zeus, he had the support of the Divine Ancestor.
Morgan had simply advanced too far in the realm of magecraft—so far that the Chaldea team couldn't see the end. What Chaldea prided itself on, like Heroic Spirit summoning and spiritron transfer, Morgan could analyze and replicate within hours. The gap between them was beyond measure.
But compared to imperfect strength, that kind of endless distance is what truly inspires fear!
The power Morgan displayed filled Gudako and the others with a despairing sense of helplessness.
Suddenly.
Like faulty electrical appliances, the scattered thought-form clones throughout the city simultaneously froze.
Ordinary people didn't notice this scene, still either fleeing in all directions or covering their faces in tears.
Yet Eiji seemed to sense something, lifting his head to look toward the direction of the palace.
"But now, it seems some audacious insects have crawled onto the stage."