Aozaki Aoko Case File

As Aoko increased her output, she even felt a bit of ache throughout her body. But she believed this was just an illusion, as her physical condition had long been fixed by the Redshift—under such a state, injury or damage was nearly impossible.

So, Aoko concluded it was merely a mental illusion caused by operating at too high efficiency—a kind of spiritual wear.

With this in mind, Aoko refocused, directing all her attention to attacking Cernunnos. Her torrent of magic bullets showed no sign of weakening, even pushing the gigantic Cernunnos to the other side of the Great Hollow, forcing the god's corpse against Camelot's inner barrier.

Morgan gritted her teeth, striving to maintain the internal barrier, doing her utmost to keep the angry divine corpse from destroying Camelot.

The divine flesh, decayed for fourteen thousand years, struggled desperately, always seeking to break free of the magician's suppression and destroy everything in this void world, falling into the endless abyss—for this was the retribution the sinful fairies deserved.

"No! It's still not enough!" The gravely injured, one-eyed Sage Grimr worriedly watched Cernunnos under Aoko's suppression. "Although the curse layers are broken, the physical damage keeps healing! We must destroy Cernunnos's god core!"

Even Aoko, fighting to this point, was a bit puzzled. She knew well that Cernunnos could regenerate his flesh and endlessly absorb curses, but with her output maxed out, why couldn't she break through the flesh and expose the god's core?

Perhaps some key component was missing... Aoko pondered calmly, yet her hands didn't pause—constantly adjusting the frequency of her magic bullet barrage to accelerate Cernunnos's decay, focusing all her attention on the duel.

In a sense, Aoko was now confronting the curse and resentment of this entire alternate world. Unless she violently reduced the whole world to a mere fragment in the imaginary sea, no matter how she attacked, Cernunnos's curses would always recover.

Moreover, Cernunnos, pinned against the Great Hollow's barrier, realized he couldn't strike back at Aoko directly, so he instinctively let the curse overflow, constantly assaulting Camelot's defensive barrier. Even with Cnoc na Riabh's support, Morgan struggled to maintain it.

Just as part of the barrier was about to break and Camelot's city, along with its fairies and humans, was about to be consumed by the curse, a familiar voice rang out from somewhere in Camelot.

"That is the homeland that can heal all wounds, all resentment. Manifest! The distant ideal city—Lord Camelot!"

Crossing worldlines and time, two different cities bearing the same name now perfectly overlapped. Fujimaru Ritsuka used three Command Spells in succession, allowing Mash to unleash her Noble Phantasm—an absolute barrier known as the Wall of Humanity—at three hundred percent capacity, completely blocking Cernunnos's curse assault.

"It's time." Riding Dun Stallion and wielding the true Holy Spear, Artoria looked to Morgan on the throne, nodded, and flew straight into the sky to face Cernunnos.

The anger of a god is just; the curse of a god is just. Betrayed and slain by fairies, having extended a hand of goodwill, even the life and dignity of his beloved priestess were cruelly taken—yet the fairies prospered for fourteen thousand years. This calamity was not born of hatred but of duty.

Indeed, even after death, Cernunnos believed he had a duty to correct this world's errors—he could not let the fairies run amok. This was his mission as ordained by the planet.

Morgan understood all this but still chose to reject the god's correction. Even in this hopeless Britain, there were good fairies. After forsaking the role of savior, all her remaining sense of mission was devoted to saving those precious few.

Her consciousness fused even deeper with the throne; the entire city of Camelot seemed an extension of her body. The eighteen Holy Spears were like her arms and legs—she intended to use all eighteen at once to burn away Cernunnos's flesh, destroying both curse and god core!

Camelot itself became her Mystic Code: its buildings and streets formed an immense magical circuit, magic circulating smoothly—undoubtedly the best demonstration of Morgan's divine-level magical talent.

The surplus mana flowed through Morgan's entire being, but the power-boosted her, endured the violent torrent, guiding and controlling it, as the Holy Spear formations in the ring-shaped city all shone brightly at once.

"Leyline-blocking armaments, load!" Morgan's voice rang out across the battlefield. "Round Table Holy Spears, eighteen in parallel—anchor away!"

"O spear of salvation, become the rain that washes away all sin!"

Eighteen blue magic Holy Spears suddenly lined up, striking the chest of the Cernunnos pinned by Aoko. The Holy Spear formations blossomed like strange flowers, gouging huge bloody cavities in Cernunnos's flesh.

But it still wasn't enough. Cernunnos, empowered by the curse of Britain's Three Great Calamities, was far stronger than the original Curse Calamity. Even with eighteen Holy Spears, within Cernunnos's massive wounds, a layer of flesh stubbornly protected the pulsating god core, and under the curse's reinforcement, had already begun regenerating rapidly!

"Holy Spear, Rhongomyniad—anchor away!"

Once again, the hoofbeats of Dun Stallion echoed in the air. Artoria, wielding the true Holy Spear, spun around and unleashed her Noble Phantasm in a sudden thrust at Cernunnos's wound!

At that moment, the attacks of Aoko, Morgan, and Artoria converged perfectly. Even the world-ending curse was annihilated in this incomparable flood of light.

The last layer of decaying flesh shielding the god core within Cernunnos's chest was vaporized, and even the god core itself was chipped, revealing what was hidden inside.

But what truly shocked everyone was that concealed at the heart of the god core, was not some entity of endless malice and curse—but a nameless fairy girl with teal hair and broken butterfly wings.

Suddenly, Cernunnos erupted with terrifying power, roaring to the heavens. He raised his massive arms, ignoring the pain from Aoko's magic bullets, and desperately clutched the huge wound on his chest, as if to protect the weak, suffering fairy within.