Chapter 1154 The Final Battle Concludes
The word "dumbstruck" couldn't possibly describe the expressions on everyone's faces at this moment.
That golden sword spanned the sky, as if piercing through the horizon and reaching the ends of the world.
"Uoooh!"
Eiji's temples bulged with veins.
With an angry roar, the golden sword swept through the atmosphere, traversing half the sky, reaching from one end of the horizon to the other!
In the blink of an eye, the sword was swung from below upward—
Slicing the void above cleanly in two!
The form of the Abyssal Worm instantly froze.
An immense wound of immeasurable length ran vertically through its body, from head to tail.
As if the very concept of the abyss had been completely shattered, the abyssal suction force vanished without a trace.
Soon after.
Amid the roar of engines, the Storm Border escaped the maw of the Abyssal Worm.
In the distance, the floating debris, vegetation, and fairies all began to fall back toward the shattered earth under the influence of gravity.
"Ah! So exhausting!"
Eiji tossed his sword aside and collapsed flat on the ground.
He didn't want to move a muscle.
"...According to Sheba's preliminary observations, that sword strike just now pierced through the thermosphere. Its length should exceed 1,000 kilometers."
A voice numb with shock came from Da Vinci's mouth.
Everyone was shaken once again by this news.
"Wow."
To put it in perspective.
The diameter of the entire British Isles from south to north is only a little over 900 kilometers.
If that sword strike had descended from high altitude, it would have been enough to split the entire British Isles in half!
"The Abyssal Worm has ceased activity."
A smile returned to Holmes' face.
"It seems we've successfully overcome this crisis!"
The Abyssal Worm had been cleaved in two from head to tail.
The concept of the void had been broken, no longer infinite, and could no longer maintain its existence.
"Hey, isn't anyone going to offer me a lap pillow?"
Eiji lay on the deck, speaking weakly.
He had exhausted all his magical energy and that of the Throne in one go.
While ensuring sufficient length, he had used all remaining magical energy to enhance the toughness and sharpness of the light sword, along with adding a "can cut through anything" buff.
Otherwise, if all the magical energy had been used to increase length, conservative estimates suggested it would have exceeded 10,000 kilometers.
Maybe it could have split the Earth in half?
Of course, that was just speculation - the Earth isn't that fragile.
Plus, after fighting several consecutive battles and expending so much mental energy controlling his familiars, he was exceptionally tired.
Artoria glanced down at her own legs.
Not very fleshy, probably not very comfortable as a pillow?
She felt somewhat insecure.
"Would you mind if I did it?"
Percival looked at Melusine in shock.
She gazed eagerly at Eiji, voluntarily lifting her white-stockinged leg.
"Sister?!"
Percival looked heartbroken.
He felt like he'd been rejected again!
The air suddenly turned cold, as if winter had arrived early.
"Unrelated personnel, step back."
Morgan coldly glared at Melusine.
She walked forward as if nobody else was there, lifted Eiji's head, and placed it on her lap.
"Tch."
Melusine made a small sound of displeasure.
Woodwose glared in this direction, grinding his teeth.
In the sky.
The Abyssal Worm slowly disintegrated.
Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the gradually dying insect, feeling as if she had drifted into a dream.
Eiji glanced at her.
Oberon had pulled her into the dream.
However, since he was on the verge of death and hadn't resorted to hysterical retaliation, Eiji allowed him to speak some truths with Gudako.
The False Heroic Spirit Oberon.
In other words, his spiritual foundation was such that he could only tell lies to anyone.
Up until now, none of his words had contained any truth.
Or rather, even if there were elements of truth, they were either glossed over or diluted.
That being said.
Eiji had no interest in Oberon whatsoever. Having taken his revenge and resolved the world's crisis, he considered the matter closed and had no intention of eavesdropping on Oberon and Gudako's heart-to-heart.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, Grimm let out a soft exclamation of surprise.
His body was gradually disintegrating, turning into golden particles of magical energy.
Not just him—Tristan beside him was undergoing the same process.
"It seems our time has come to an end."
Tristan chuckled lightly.
"Nevertheless, this journey has been quite fulfilling. Thank you all very much."
"Lord Tristan, please give me your autograph!"
Barghest strode forward, her expression tense.
"Haha, gladly!"
Tristan agreed cheerfully.
"In any case, this should be the best outcome."
Grimm looked at the group before him.
His gaze fell upon Morgan and Eiji, their intimate posture catching his eye and bringing a gentle smile to his face.
"I believe we'll have a chance to meet again. The God of Wisdom told me as much, so I won't say goodbye this time. I look forward to our next meeting. Until then!"
With those words, he vanished into particles with a bright laugh.
Not even a farewell.
But that was just like him.
Meanwhile, after giving Barghest his autograph, Tristan followed Grimm's example and disappeared.
"Hmph, those two really don't beat around the bush!"
Muramasa snorted lightly.
"But that's fine—Artoria, I must bid you farewell as well."
"Farewell?"
Artoria had been sighing at her own slender legs when she was caught off guard by his words, her surprise evident.
"Yes, as I've told you before, I am an emissary of the Alien God. I was originally sent by the Alien God to resolve the collapse. Now that the problem is solved, I must naturally return to my employer."
"Mr. Muramasa, can't you really stay?"
Mash looked at him with reluctance.
"All good things must come to an end. Leave the matter of becoming companions with you to another version of me!"
Muramasa laughed heartily, without a trace of gloom.
"This journey has been very enjoyable, and I've relished it! But enemies are enemies. When we meet again in the final Lostbelt, don't hold back—defeat me with all your might!"
"Old man Muramasa..."
Artoria's face fell with disappointment.
Over these past days, she had received so much care from him.
"There's no need to be so sad."
Muramasa paused for a moment, then smiled.
"I am a Heroic Spirit. The next time you think of a piece of jewelry you want, just summon me on your own!"
"Ah, one more thing! Don't feel insecure about your figure. If you like someone, go after them boldly! That's all!"
With that, Muramasa leaped off the deck.
His figure vanished from mid-air before falling into the sea.
One by one, familiar figures departed like this after the great battle ended.
Artoria gazed in the direction where Muramasa had disappeared.
The smile on her face became strained.
What should I do.
The Queen's gaze pierced her back like needles.
It felt as if it was saying, "Just try saying the person you like is Eiji!"
I'll blast you to smithereens instantly!
Even if she truly felt that way, she wouldn't dare say it aloud!
"Everyone, please return to the command room for a discussion!"
Holmes' words diverted everyone's attention, allowing Artoria to breathe a slight sigh of relief.