"You have indeed arrived here, Heroic Spirits! Shadows of distant things that have already passed away!"
Flauros looked at the shadows in the passage and bowed slightly. Although he was somewhat displeased that all the Heroic Spirits had arrived here, and that bastard blue-haired magus hadn't managed to eliminate even a single Master, his pride as a Demon God Pillar allowed him to temporarily suppress the urge to curse angrily to the very bottom of his heart.
No matter what, they were Demon Gods, the magic formula left behind by that man. They were that man's pride. Even if they believed that man was cold and heartless, allowing too many tragedies in this world when he clearly had the ability to make this world better. With the omnipotence of God, as long as that man used God's omnipotence...
Never mind...
He was just a cold and heartless King who watched ruthlessly as this world continued to harbor many shadows.
It is precisely because that King did not exercise God's authority in that distant past that this world has become what it is today. They want to swallow this world back to the time of the planet's birth and reshape this planet. As long as there is no death, everyone can live forever without grief, right? It's just that to realize such a future, a certain price must be paid...
To completely burn the current Human Order, using the current Human Order as fuel. Along with the traces of gods in the distant past, along with the magical beasts that once lived on this planet, all together as their answer. They want to use the thruster of the past to create a new era upon the old era, and they will maintain the development of the entire era in the name of God.
At that time, humans will still be born. Everything is just for a better future. Why is such an approach not understood? Damn magi of this era, why don't they have even a shred of self-sacrificing attitude?
However, before these Demon God Pillars could stand up, a black flame was fired from a distance. At this moment, Morgan was quite displeased. How dare this Demon God Pillar before me ignore me!! He only greeted the Heroic Spirits, so what did she count as? Was she a bonus gift? Her strength was not inferior to any Heroic Spirit present. Being ignored like this was truly annoying.
Something resembling a spatial rift appeared behind Flauros. Then, a Demon God Pillar lashed out directly, dispersing that black flame. Flauros roughly understood why the witch before him threw such an attack at him directly. What an arrogant witch.
"Sigh... At the same time, welcome to your arrival, the Great Witch of Britain, Lady Morgan..."
It would have been better if this sentence hadn't been said. Once spoken, those subtle sounds naturally reached a certain witch's ears. Several clear veins instantly popped up on Morgan's forehead. At the same time, this witch who had lived for a long time suddenly felt that her usually normal heart was having some issues, and her usually normal blood pressure also seemed to soar suddenly.
What was with that "Sigh"? And that reluctant expression? If this goes on, I really will become a bonus gift!!
Morgan raised her hand directly. Magical energy began to solidify in her palm. Then, she slowly sat on the throne that appeared behind her. She was going to deliver an unimaginable judgment to this bunch of guys before her in the name of the King of Britain!!
"What is reflected in my eyes... I will reduce it all to ash. I do not forgive! Insolent fools, give up—this is mercy! Bow your heads! There is no terror here, nor is there hope! Die like common sinners—[Roadless Camelot!]"
Black magical energy gathered rapidly in the sky, then slowly solidified together. This was a might that could only be achieved through long years. It was not a Noble Phantasm, but a Grand Magecraft comparable to a Noble Phantasm. This was the Lance of the Distant Ends falling from the horizon, reproduced by magecraft. Although it was only composed of magecraft, looking up at the sky, that magical energy rotating and twisting together was still full of oppression.
Artoria was right here, holding the Holy Lance in her hand. As the owner of this Holy Lance, this King could naturally easily confirm just how powerful the force in the sky was. There was no mistake; this power was no different from the release of most of the power of the Holy Lance in her hand!
The release of this power had reached the level of releasing nine or ten restraints. Although they didn't get along well in the distant past, Artoria still had to sigh with emotion. As expected of the strongest witch on their island of Britain, and as expected of her sister, she actually possessed such powerful strength. This was true in every aspect.
"Lake of Gloom, descend!"
Accompanying the expansion of this power was not only the Holy Lance simulated by magical energy in the sky, but also sealing and binding types of magecraft appearing around them. Clearly, Morgan intended to give these guys before her a profound lesson right now, letting them know what kind of power a Great Witch possessed!
"I won't let you run away!!"
Napoleon at the side also raised the weapon in his hand, seeming ready to join forces with this Great Witch before him to attack the 72 Demon God Pillars. However, before Napoleon could input magical energy into his weapon, Artoria at the side patted his shoulder and stopped him. This was the moment for Morgan to display her power and majesty. Anyone disturbing Morgan at this time would only make this Great Witch hold a grudge in her heart.
Moreover, with this Great Witch's strength, it wasn't to the extent that she couldn't fire another such attack after displaying this power. After all, to some extent, this Great Witch was just an existence wearing human skin. Whether she could be considered human in essence was hard to say.
On the other hand, the Great Witch before them was also a member of their royal family. At this moment, this witch displaying her strength was also displaying the majesty of their royal family. From this point of view, she had no reason to stop this Great Witch either.
If she didn't know her Royal Sister's personality, Artoria at this moment would have even wanted to release her Noble Phantasm directly and perform a Holy Lance duet with her Royal Sister. After all, ignoring her Royal Sister was ignoring their Pendragon family. If Aslan had caught up by this time, this temporary vessel of the Demon God Pillar would probably have to face a Holy Lance trio.
Although the full release of the Holy Lance in Aslan's hand couldn't reach the power of the Holy Lances released by these two right now, it wouldn't be much different.