In a tribe of Britannia.
Perhaps calling it a tribe was no longer appropriate.
After all, judging by the distance, they were now over a thousand li from where they had started.
And now—
a ceremony of unprecedented scale was being prepared here.
The warriors who had sworn their loyalty were already arranged in several concentric circles, following a certain pattern.
And in the very center they faced, a great black sword stood impressively.
However, unlike the weapons carried by the average warrior, this great black sword was Ian's personal weapon.
It continuously emanated a wicked black breath, as if it were devouring something from the air.
Under the gazes of these warriors, ten chosen maidens slowly walked to the center.
Watched by Boudica, they knelt before the sword, bearing what looked like instruments of torture.
"Begin—"
Following the command from the future Queen of Britannia, the chosen maidens began to be violated by their chosen warriors, out in the open for all to see.
Such a carnal scene, however, was met with war drums that sounded like cheers.
"God Slaanesh, please guide us!"
"We shall offer our most loyal prayers!"
Not far away, witnessing it all, Morgan covered her lips.
The scene before her was not entirely unrelated to her.
Quite the opposite—
The "torture instruments" binding the maidens were things Morgan herself had conjured.
"What on earth is this ritual?"
Looking at the absurd yet vaguely mysterious scene before her, the Witch of Britain asked.
She could feel that the very land beneath her feet was being changed by the man in a way that defied imagination.
"It's just a way to obtain a more powerful weapon."
"Otherwise, how are we to break through the great wall that blocks our path?"
"Rest assured—"
"These maidens who have offered themselves will not suffer any sin, nor will they be discriminated against. After our counter-attack, they will become the most respected group of people in all of Britannia."
"You've already considered that?" Morgan was somewhat surprised.
"Of course."
"I cannot allow those willing to believe in me to suffer such inexplicable humiliation."
"Let's go, Morgan. We'll go retrieve the sword—"
The man said, then walked directly towards where the sword was.
And Morgan, without hesitation, quickly followed behind him.
Thanks to Boudica's special consideration, Ian and Morgan's status among these warriors had visibly risen.
So even as they continuously approached the nascent blade amidst this strange ritual, no one raised any objection.
Finally—
The man arrived before it.
In that moment, Morgan even had a vision of the scene where Artoria drew her sword.
Did he... design it to be like this on purpose?
Morgan couldn't be sure, but she could feel her heart pounding with excitement.
"O other god, as noble as the Goddess of War, if you approve of this man, please let him draw this blade—"
Boudica continued to elevate the man's status, and Ian did not fail her kindness.
In just a moment, Ian reached out his hand towards the blade.
At that instant, the maidens used as sacrifices let out heart-wrenching screams one after another, as if their very souls had been thoroughly grasped by the man.
And the moment the blade was fully revealed, a powerful and forceful black aura swept over everyone present like a storm.
Even Morgan, who was not equipped with that weapon, felt a sense of participation at this moment.
"We will be victorious!"
Ian spoke, then drew the blade directly.
The [Sword of Slaanesh] was seen to have undergone a further sublimation at this moment. It was no longer like before, with a reverse edge that made one shrink back and numerous decorations that looked quite dangerous.
It began to grow simple, singular, as if it were just an ordinary blade to the extreme.
But...
Ian could feel that the power which had been guiding him all along was drawing near.
The warriors gathered and began to call out.
And at this time, Boudica also walked before the man and placed a pre-woven laurel wreath on his head.
Then, she turned around and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, we set out now!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh!"
This was the moment of another advance.
Under the joint guidance of Chaldea and Morgan, the agitated warriors began to march towards the designated location without stopping.
Sitting with Ian in a carriage, Morgan looked at the mighty army and once again revealed an intoxicated expression.
"You seem to like this very much, Morgan."
"Yes, Master."
Morgan answered without any evasion.
"In all my past days, I never once had an opportunity like this... Now, I am experiencing it as if in a dream."
Speaking to this point, the Witch of Britain seemed to realize this was somewhat impolite and quickly added.
"Sorry, I mean..."
"There's nothing to apologize for."
Ian cut her off.
"To face one's own desires and devote all effort to them is a characteristic inherent to people."
"Morgan, do you not think of yourself as a person?"
"Of course I don't mean that, Master."
"Then don't say 'sorry' anymore—"
The man's gaze fell upon Morgan, filled with a desire for control.
"All I want to hear is that you like this. Understand?"
"..."
Morgan blushed.
In all her memory, this was the first person who dared to speak to her like this.
"I understand."
"I... like it very much."
"Mm, that's more like it." Ian revealed a satisfied expression. "This is the correct path: to constantly be aware of your 'Desire', then constantly satisfy it."
"..."
Morgan said no more.
But in her heart, she truly believed Ian was right.
Traveling day and night, the chariots driven by the warriors of Britannia finally reached the designated location.
However—
The situation was even more grim than initially predicted. The wall defending against Britannia was far taller than imagined.
Even with all the tools they currently possessed, the warriors could not inflict any significant damage upon it.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
"..."
Faced with the warriors' questions, Boudica didn't know how to answer.
She just subconsciously looked towards Ian not far away, her heart, as before, hoping he could provide guidance.
However—
Facing Boudica's gaze, Ian instead began to converse softly with Morgan.
"The situation I just described to you, can you do it?"
"..."
"I can try."
Morgan answered without hesitation.
"If it's just for defense, the [Avalon] Master entrusted to me should be able to do it."
"Good, then I'll leave it to you."
"Your Majesty—"
After confirming with Morgan, Ian responded directly to Boudica's gaze.
"Could you please have the warriors fall back?"
"How far back?" Boudica did not question him at all.
"Just fall back behind Morgan."
"I understand."
Boudica did as she was told.
The victories during this period had long since convinced her that the man named Ian and the witch named Morgan were definitely messengers of guidance brought to her by the Goddess of Victory.
"Everyone, follow the Second Warrior's pace!"
"..."
Although she knew this was a respectful title Boudica had given her, and that it corresponded with Ian's 'First Warrior', Morgan still felt the title was somewhat off.
But—
Now was not the time to think about such things.
Listening to the thunderous trampling of hooves, Morgan stood beside Boudica.
Because like this earliest Queen of Britannia, she wanted to know what Ian planned to do.
It definitely...
Wouldn't be anything simple, right?
Feeling everyone's gaze on him, Ian showed not a shred of panic.
Because [Slaanesh] is a pure thing. The more you offer it, the more [Desire] will return to your side.
Using the loyalty offered by those ten maidens, the [Sword of Slaanesh] had already been reborn the moment it was drawn.
[Sword of Transfixion]—
It sounded like an ordinary name.
But Ian could feel that the blade in his hand housed an extremely terrifying existence.
Will it respond to me?
It surely will, right?
Ian closed his eyes and began to feel the power within the sword.
"Offer loyalty—"
"Offer desire—"
The man could feel something merging into his body.
It seemed to want to use Ian's body as a vessel for its rebirth.
But—
After experiencing the remnants of the pathological cycles left within the man's body, that power stopped.
"You intend..."
"We... may be completely the same..."
"Let me become your strength, to witness your path—"
"Is that so? Then my sincerest thanks."
However, what Ian didn't know was that at this moment, he had already taken on a monstrous form.
The man holding the weapon, the shadow behind him had swelled several times over into a giant completely different from before.
No—
To call it a giant would probably be a blasphemy to such an existence.
It had a pair of enormous horns, and several arms that had grown as its body enlarged had also transformed into pincer-like weapons.
The shadow it cast covered a large number of Britannia's soldiers.
Its body, not yet free from the shadow, was perfectly linked with the man, without the slightest difference.
And for Morgan, she had an even more shocking feeling—because this was not completely the same as the body Ian had used to corrode Boudica before.
My Master has even more terrifying power?
Ian sensed the change in Morgan's mood, but at this moment, he didn't care.
"If this is the case—"
"This defense can definitely be destroyed, right?"
"No one can stop us!"
A heavy punch, an impact.
The giant figure was not just a figure.
The moment it sensed Ian's intent, it completely materialized.
"Destroy—"
With a boom.
The fist formed by the black shadow, following the swing of the blade, struck the great wall.
One punch.
Two punches.
Three punches.
The great wall's defense, originally incomparably solid and capable of resisting any attack from Britannia, began to crumble at this moment.
Countless stones rolled down from the broken sections, smashing onto the ground with heavy thuds.
"Charge through—"
"O followers of Slaanesh!"
Following the man's chaotic, unclear roar, the warriors of Britain became agitated once again.
"Oh oh oh oh oh—!!!"
Countless chariots, under the war cry of the Slaanesh incarnation, began to charge towards the great wall.
"Charge!"
"Kill them all!"
The Singularity underwent an unprecedented, massive change at this moment.
Britannia, which should have been attacked, began to take the offensive, storming the territory of Rome.
But—
Watching everything before her, Morgan's heart felt an indescribable excitement.
She found that what she longed for actually had something in common with this kind of simple, brutish rampage.
"Master..."
Morgan walked up behind Ian, who was still manipulating the black shadow.
"You... just how many methods do you have that I don't know about?"
"You really want to know?"
Ian turned around.
The [giant] born from him turned around as well, looking at the Witch of Britain at the same time.
"I want to know—"
Feeling that gaze, Morgan was already trembling all over.
"Master, will you tell me?"
"Of course I will."
Ian walked towards Morgan, step by step.
"As long as you're willing, you can know right away."
"..."
This time, it was Morgan who could no longer hold back.
On the roaring battlefield, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed her Master.
"Finally learned to be proactive?"
"Yes, Master."
Morgan's breath had already become hot.
"It's just—"
"Still a little lacking."
"It's already very good. To be able to face your desires like this is more important than anything—"
"Morgan, you..."
The man's words stopped before he could finish.
Because he felt an unprecedented surge of magical energy nearby.
Of course.
Morgan felt it too.
"Master..."
"Mm, something is rampaging."
This mystery did not remain hidden for long.
Because soon—
A resounding, vibrating sound echoed from the sky.
"Ready, let the curtain rise!"
"Behold, for I have taken this empire entirely for my own!"
In an instant—
Crimson filled the sky.
Endless flames began to burn upon the lands of Rome!
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