Melusine, Become my Noble Phantasm!

In Aslan's opinion, the goddess Rongomyniad was not as admirable as the great god Zeus from the Greek Lostbelt. At least Zeus had once genuinely sought to protect all of humanity. But due to various reasons, his personality seemed to have split into two parts: one aiming to save everything, the other willing to use all that exists as fuel to escape the planet. Whether he had other motives remained unknown.

Perhaps Zeus became a god because of humans, and after living alongside them for so long, his humanity and divinity had separated into two distinct aspects. The goddess Rongomyniad, however, thought thoroughly and truly like a god.

Aslan's Supreme Masterpiece—the ship-slashing sword—and the Holy Spear collided. The goddess ignored Aslan's words. It didn't matter to her whether the human before her looked up to her, respected her, feared her, or hated her.

"This is where you end! You walk on land, build cities, cross seas, and stay far from the sky. Why? Holy Lance! Reveal the end!"

The goddess Rongomyniad rode her white horse straight into the sky. Her green eyes were now completely overtaken by gold. Perhaps she realized it was pointless to speak further to the human before her, so she prepared to unleash the power of the Holy Spear.

Aslan watched the golden spear falling from the sky and, without hesitation or pause, directly controlled the Supreme Masterpiece to rush into the air. Then, mid-flight, he canceled the summon of the Supreme Masterpiece. The Supreme Masterpiece transformed back into a pendant and returned to the silver chain hanging around Aslan's neck.

Aslan's actions astonished Mash and Ritsuka. Could it be that he intended to use his own body to meet the Holy Spear's attack? How was this any different from suicide?

"Mr. Aslan!"

However, Melusine smiled and gently patted Mash's shoulder, signaling that it was all right. She sighed inwardly—Aslan must be truly angry to respond to the goddess before him in such a way.

"It's over. After you are destroyed, the end of the world will be liberated. I am the King of Storms; I drink the earth's rage from the eternal world. I am the end of the world. There is no need to lament. This is mankind's happiness. Current life will transform into a life that burns out forever—frozen and preserved, halted before depreciation. This is the ultimate theory of protecting life and humanity."

The goddess's voice came from the sky—cold and arrogant. Mash, standing in the hall, gritted her teeth. After their long journey, she understood that the end of life was not an end but a continuation. If Aslan could not block this strike, she would choose to bear it herself 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 indeed the most terrifying existence they had encountered on their journey.

"[Gun Shining at the End]——!"

As the goddess called the true name of the Holy Spear, the golden spear pointed directly at Aslan's chest. Aslan placed his hands over his heart, and a soft, tranquil golden light slowly spread from his palms, beginning to condense.

Watching the golden light form before him, Aslan curled the corners of his mouth and gently pointed forward. The golden scabbard transformed into glowing light spots like a shield, spreading around him.

This treasure was ultimately an anti-human artifact, so Aslan had no choice but to intercept the Holy Spear's tip mid-air. Could the far-end Holy Spear carry the ideal of eternal tranquility?

"Since you have used Arturia's body, you should understand this treasure. This is the retribution from Arturia wielding the holy sword, goddess Rongomyniad!"

Aslan's smile faded, his expression growing serious. The golden spots thickened and fully protected him.

"This is the Inner Sea of the Other Side, a paradise of eternal tranquility—an illusion many kings could only dream of but never reach, a cradle bearing starlight and holding hope. Transform it into a wall of protection; the bell has already rung!"

Crystal-like fragments reflected all the beauty of blooming flowers, forming a beautiful, illusory shield. The shield collided with the Holy Spear falling from the sky.

Though it seemed fragile and disappointing, the light from the far end could not shake this beauty in the slightest.

This treasure was Aslan's most precious possession. Once unleashed, it would lay the foundation for victory. Unless an accident occurred, it would remain a treasure belonging solely to him. Its name was—

"[Distant Utopia]!"

Normally, it healed its bearer's wounds, stopped aging, and when unfolding its true form, broke into hundreds of pieces to place the bearer in a fairyland, protecting them from all physical interference.

This treasure had reached the realm of magic. It eliminated all physical interference, interference from parallel worlds, and provided the strongest protection known to this world—an absolute defense that even the five great magics could not penetrate. It was a realm even the Sword of Separation of Heaven and Earth could not reach.

Even the Storm Spear, which stabilized the world, had to quell its wrath under this supreme protection.

As this beautiful wall of light unfolded, the power colliding against it returned to the goddess herself. It seemed Rongomyniad had never anticipated being counterattacked by her own power. It was like using one's own spear to strike one's shield—though now it was more like spear against spear.

At the moment of the magical explosion and collision, Aslan was flung to the ground from mid-air by the overwhelming force. But before he could land, Melusine had already spread her wings and caught him in a princess carry.

The goddess Rongomyniad, struck by her own power, fell from the air. Wounds appeared on her body, cracks formed on her armor, but the unleashed Spear of Light still blazed with magical power—like the wind pressure and sword force generated when the Hero King wielded the Sword of Separation.

Bedivere knew the time had come to complete his mission. Enduring the residual power of the Holy Spear and the pressure of his body being torn apart and returning to nothingness, he raised his right hand. Golden light flashed.

"Hold the Holy Sword! [Silver Wrist]! Now is the time to cut off the light of punishment!"

The silver arm collided with the Holy Spear, and the light and power of the familiar Holy Sword finally poured into the goddess's body.

-End Chapter-

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