Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

In Aslan's eyes, the Goddess Rhongomyniad was even inferior to the great god Zeus in the Greek Lostbelt. At least Zeus had once truly wanted to protect all of humanity. But in the end, due to various reasons, his personality seemed to have been split in two. Saving everything and using everything that currently existed as fuel to escape this planet were both Zeus's ideas, and perhaps there were others that were unknown. Perhaps Zeus, who became a god from a man and had lived with humanity for so long, had also developed both human and divine aspects within himself. But the Goddess Rhongomyniad was truly and utterly, only a being with a god's way of thinking.

The Anti-Ship Sword of Aslan's Supreme Masterpiece clashed with the Holy Spear. The goddess did not respond to what Aslan had said. Whether the humans before her looked up to her, revered her, feared her, or despised her, it no longer mattered to her.

"This is the end of the line for you! Treading the earth, building cities, crossing the seas, and leaving the sky—for what reason? Oh, Holy Spear! Speak of the end!"

The Goddess Rhongomyniad directly rode her white horse and charged into the sky. Her green eyes were now completely occupied by gold. Perhaps she also understood that further words with the humans before her were futile, so she directly prepared to release the power of the Holy Spear.

Watching the golden spear fall from the sky, Aslan directly piloted the Supreme Masterpiece and charged into the air. There was no hesitation, no pause. Then, in mid-air, he canceled the summoning of the Supreme Masterpiece. The Supreme Masterpiece turned back into a pendant and returned to the silver chain hanging around Aslan's neck.

This maneuver of Aslan's seemed incredible to Mash and Ritsuka. Was he going to face the blow of the Holy Spear with his own body? What was the difference between that and suicide?

"Mr. Aslan!"

However, Melusine revealed a smile. She gently patted Mash's shoulder, signaling that there was no problem. She couldn't help but exclaim that Aslan was probably truly angry, to choose to respond to the goddess before them in this way.

"It's over. After I have eliminated you, I will release the end of the world. I am the King of the Storm, who has drunk the tide of the earth's wrath from the mundane world. I am the end of the world. There is no need to grieve. This is the happiness of humanity. The lives of now will become eternal. To freeze and preserve life that is about to burn out, to stop it at a time when it will not devalue—this is the ultimate theory of protecting life, of protecting humanity."

The goddess's voice came from the sky, so cold, so arrogant. Mash, standing in the great hall, gritted her teeth. Having experienced a long journey, she understood that the end of life was not a termination; life was an existence that continued on. If Aslan could not block this blow, she would choose to bear everything with the shield in her hand. Ah~ of course, it wasn't that Mash didn't trust Aslan, but the Lion King before them was truly the existence that had brought them the most pressure on their journey.

"[Rhongomyniad]—!"

Hearing the goddess call out the true name of the Holy Spear, the golden spear aimed directly at his chest. Aslan placed his hands before his chest, and as they slowly spread, a tranquil golden light began to condense in his hands.

Looking at the condensing golden light before him, Aslan's lips curled into a smile. His fingers gently moved forward, and the golden scabbard, like a shield, unfolded into golden points of light that spread out around him.

This Noble Phantasm was ultimately an Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm. Therefore, he could only choose to directly intercept the tip of the Holy Spear in mid-air. Could the Holy Spear from the farthest ends pierce this ever-tranquil ideal?

"Since you are using Artoria's body, you should understand this Noble Phantasm, right? This is the retribution from Artoria, the wielder of the Holy Sword, oh Goddess Rhongomyniad!"

Aslan's smile faded, his expression turning serious. The golden points of light began to condense, and then completely protected him within.

"This is the inner sea of the other shore, the ever-tranquil paradise. It is the illusion that many kings can dream of but never reach. It is the cradle that bears the starlight and holds up hope. Become a wall of protection! The bells have already tolled!"

Like crystal shards reflecting all beauty, like scattered flowers blooming, it formed a beautiful and illusory shield. Immediately, this shield clashed with the Holy Spear descending from the sky.

It clearly looked so fragile, it clearly looked so disappointing, yet the light from the farthest ends could not shake this beauty in the slightest.

This was Aslan's trump card, and in his eyes, his most precious Noble Phantasm. Once he used it, it was a Noble Phantasm that could surely secure victory. If there were no accidents, it should also be a Noble Phantasm unique to him. Its name was—

"[Avalon]!"

Normally, it healed the wielder's wounds and stopped their aging. When its true form was deployed, it would break down into hundreds of pieces, placing the wielder in the land of fairies and protecting them from all physical interference. This was a Noble Phantasm that had reached the realm of magic. All physical interference, interference from parallel worlds—it was the strongest protection known in this world, forming an absolute defense that even the Five Great Magics could not touch. This was a realm that not even Ea could reach. Even the storm spear that stabilized the world had to quell its anger before this strongest known protection.

In fact, as this beautiful wall of light unfolded, the force that clashed against it was reflected back at the goddess herself. The Goddess Rhongomyniad probably never thought that she would be counterattacked by the light of her own body. It felt a bit like using the enemy's spear to attack their own shield, although now it was using the enemy's spear to attack the enemy's spear.

The magical explosion erupted at this moment. Aslan, due to the immense force, was sent crashing towards the ground from mid-air. But before he hit the ground, Melusine had already spread her wings and caught him in mid-air with a princess carry.

The Goddess Rhongomyniad, having been attacked by her own power, could only fall from the sky. Wounds had already appeared on her body, and her armor was cracked. However, the radiant spear she had released was still continuously erupting with magical energy, much like the wind pressure and sword might generated when the King of Heroes once swung Ea.

Bedivere knew it was time to fulfill his mission. And so, braving the aftershocks of the Holy Spear's eruption, enduring the pressure that threatened to tear his body apart and reduce him to nothingness, he raised his right hand. A golden light began to shine. "Grasp the Holy Sword! [Airgetlám]! Now is the time to sever the light of judgment!"

The silver arm clashed with the Holy Spear. The light and power of that familiar Holy Sword finally surged into the goddess's body.