Accompanied by the gentle sea breeze, explosive news quickly spread throughout all of Britain.
The invincible King in the hearts of the British people was defeated. The 10,000-strong expeditionary force sent to France was almost completely annihilated, with only a few hundred escaping, and the King herself nearly died in France.
Faced with such rumors, the entire Britain became panicky.
The King's loyalists did not believe the invincible King could be defeated, dismissing it as mere rumor.
Some who resented being ruled by Black Saber began secretly preparing to rise up and resist Black Saber's tyranny.
Others worried that following this defeat, Britain would be attacked by the Allied Forces, causing great anxiety.
The majority, however, minded their own business, living their lives honestly.
Inside a cave on a seaside cliff, the gate to the Land of Shadows slowly opened.
Several figures slowly walked out.
"The first half of the prophecy has been completely fulfilled."
Skaði nodded happily and waved the magic staff in her hand, instantly drying the damp cave and making simple, rustic furniture appear.
"Scáthach, thank you!"
"You are me, and I am you. Why would you thank yourself?"
Skaði shook her head and said sadly.
"Although we are essentially the same person, you are a God Slayer, and I am just a pitiful deity. If not for your help, I might only be able to silently await the gradual demise of the world and people I guard!"
Scáthach walked up to Skaði, gently placed a hand on her shoulder, pulled down her veil, and spoke.
"Don't worry! The first half of the prophecy has come true, and the second half will certainly become reality. If the final outcome isn't right, I'll go capture Merlin for you and make him find a solution!"
Skaði turned her head and looked gratefully at Scáthach. Skaði knew this was just Scáthach trying to comfort her; how could Scáthach, who had barely managed to step out of the Land of Shadows with her help, run from the outside of the world to the inside of the world to find Merlin?
"Don't worry, Scáthach. I won't give up on myself. For the sake of my people, I will never abandon this!"
As she spoke, Skaði's gaze pierced through the deep cave, across the turbulent sea, through the vast plains and forests... "Achoo~!"
Rin, who was in a meeting at the Allied Forces' encampment, suddenly sneezed, looking somewhat embarrassed at the concerned glances around her.
"Ah, excuse me!"
Rin scratched her head, wondering suspiciously, 'Whose gaze was that? I'm a little bothered by it!'
Just then, Reines asked Rin with an expectant look.
"Rin, what do you think of my plan?"
"Ah! It's very good! Prioritize concentrating our strength to eliminate the last enemies on the mainland, and then cross the sea to attack Britain! However, I have a few ideas I'd like to add!"
As if her plan hadn't completely satisfied Rin, a hint of reluctance flashed in Reines' eyes, but she quickly calmed down and asked Rin.
"Rin, tell me."
"I just feel like this is too slow. How about I go to Britain alone, and you all handle the enemies in Brittany?"
Gudako, who instantly grasped Rin's meaning, raised her hand and spoke.
"Master? Is this another decapitation strike?"
"Yes. After the last battle, I confirmed that the Evil Queen and the Dragon Queen are not my match, so let's skip the trouble. I'll go directly to Britain to deal with them, and you concentrate your forces to defeat the last batch of enemies on the mainland. That will solve everything completely!"
Cleopatra looked at Rin with confusion and asked.
"Didn't you let them escape last time? If you go alone this time..."
Hearing Cleopatra mention the previous battle in Paris, Rin slammed the table in annoyance.
"I already said I hadn't shown my full strength last time! I definitely won't be careless this time!"
Hearing Rin say this, the people present exchanged glances and eventually agreed to Rin's plan.
As the meeting concluded, Rin parted ways with the Allied Forces once more, boarding ishtars bow and flying toward Britain.
Meanwhile, the main army, fully prepared, set foot on Britannia, ready to launch the final decisive battle.
The Duchy of Brittany, the last Celtic kingdom in proper human history, which merged into France in 1547 in proper human history.
The Capital of Brittany was currently filled with chilling screams and strange thick fog. Upon closer inspection, one would find that countless masses of flesh and blood had replaced most of the city's architecture. Grotesque demons, their bodies twisted, covered in tumors and pustules, looking like skinned humans, were constantly driving groups of people toward the altar in the center of the capital.
A blood-red altar covered in eerie Runes floated strangely in the center of the city. Below the altar was an unobservable abyss, from which constant human wails and cries of sorrow emanated, like a passage connected to Hell.
Gilles, standing in the center of the altar, held the R'lyeh Text and fanatically chanted indescribable, bizarre incantations. Meanwhile, countless twisted and disgusting tentacles continuously stretched out near the altar, pulling crying humans toward the abyss beneath it.
Every time a human was dragged inside, the blood-red color on the altar deepened, and a sickening chewing sound echoed from the abyss.
The demons, having escorted the last batch of humans, let out strange croaking sounds toward Gilles, seemingly communicating with him.
Gilles closed the R'lyeh Text, his mouth stretched almost to his ears. He widened his goldfish-like eyes and screamed with endless madness.
"Jeanne~~~! I will soon bring you the greatest deity! The great deity will bring your vengeful wrath to this world, my Jeanne~~~~~!"
As he spoke, an illusion of Jalter seemed to appear before Gilles, causing him to instinctively reach out. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, as if moved by his own devotion to Jeanne.
Gilles then calmed his emotions. His goldfish eyes seemed to pierce through the fog, seeing the Allied Forces approaching outside the city.
"Servants of God! Go and kill those blasphemers!"
The demons let out sharp croaking screams, then used all four limbs to rush out of the city like beasts.
"Jeanne! Once I complete your revenge, we can become one~~~!"
Saying this, Gilles, his face full of excitement and fanaticism, began to descend into the abyss beneath the altar along with the altar itself.
Following the final chewing sound after Gilles entered the abyss, the earth was torn apart. Tentacles shot up toward the sky, and an unspeakable creature—octopus-like yet incredibly twisted, bizarre, disgusting, and evil—burst forth from the ground, throwing off the entire Capital of Brittany that rested upon it.
And that abyss wasn't an abyss at all; it was actually the monster's mouthparts.
"Hiss~!"
An infrasound wave, too low for humans to hear without careful listening, was emitted from the monster's mouth, proclaiming its arrival to the world.
Far away in London, Jalter suddenly felt a bad premonition, and simultaneously watched in surprise as the Holy Grail, emitting a strange aura, floated up from Black Saber's body.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Just as Jalter stood frozen, her expression constantly changing, a knock came at the door, followed by a voice that was unusually familiar to both Jalter and Black Saber.
"Are you there? Artoria, Jeanne? I want to talk to you!"
"old hag!" X2
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