LRAB Chapter 80 The Princess's Concession
Chapter 80 The Princess's Concession
As Ai-ka took that step, the texture of reality became like a shattered mirror.
Behind those dark pupils, the color that originally belonged to "omnipotence" was replaced by a calamity-inducing aura called "666".
The sky above the spirit tomb was no longer filled with dark clouds, but instead a huge crimson eye composed of countless overlapping layers of curses.
It coldly surveys this land that is about to be "formatted".
The space-time before the spirit tomb was almost torn apart by the terrifying magical fluctuations of Aigo.
The low growl emanating from the elusive, gigantic demonic beast caused the entire land of Britain to tremble slightly.
However, just as that "source tide," powerful enough to reshape the world, was about to overflow and completely engulf this wasteland...
Ai Ge's second step, however, was delayed.
Aigo's dark pupils reflected Arthur's back as he stood in front of the others.
The silver armor looked somewhat flimsy in the demonic wind, yet it exuded a kind of unwavering determination that broke her heart.
"Your Highness... likes this world, doesn't he?"
The look of anger and sorrow in Arthur's eyes when they were almost swallowed by the black mud in Tokyo now stung Aika's mind like a needle.
Although she says she wants to eliminate all background figures, in her vision that can see into the future, she is actually quite different.
She could see that if she truly broke free from her constraints here and recreated a "world for just the two of them," she could achieve great things.
Then the prince she loved so deeply would also be completely "broken".
"This is really troublesome."
Aige dispelled the illusory image of the monster behind her, and her dark pupils regained a touch of glassy color.
She did not withdraw the astonishing magical pressure, but instead compressed it to a high degree.
It transformed into a "world shell" as thin as a cicada's wing yet indestructible, completely isolating this battlefield from Britain.
"Since I can't break the prince's toy, I'll just lock this shadow in a box where there will never be any light."
The King of Shadows sensed the shift in the rules, and the demonic sword in his hand emitted a desperate wail.
What's going on?
The King of Shadows looked at Arthur.
As the embodiment of restraint, he only then realized...
He originally thought he could correct history by "denying love songs," but he did not expect that Arthur Pendragon of this era was an extraordinary variable.
"Aiko, thank you." Arthur felt the pressure around him lessen, and he turned to give the girl a gentle smile.
In that instant, golden light burst forth from Arthur's palm.
Because at this moment, Arthur's own will is the supreme will of the Holy Sword.
"Whether you are a harbinger of the future or a correction of restraint, you cannot deprive us of our right to exist in the present moment!"
Arthur held the sword in both hands and raised it high.
The ether in the entire British ley lines seemed to be summoned by some divine decree, frantically converging towards the holy sword.
That light was not simply destruction, but an ultimate physical phenomenon called "hope".
"——Excalibur!!!"
Arthur swung his sword, a strike powerful enough to sever the orbits of stars.
The golden beam of light pierced directly through the core of the Spirit Tomb, and also through the Shadow King's body, which was formed from nothingness.
In the face of that all-pervasive starlight, the so-called "absolute zero love" is like the remnants of snow meeting the blazing sun, melting instantly.
Before disappearing, the Shadow King cast one last glance at Arthur with his dark golden eyes, his voice low and hoarse:
"...Even the brightest light...cannot ultimately illuminate...the shadow behind love..."
boom!!
The Spirit Tomb completely collapsed under the purification of the Holy Light, and the black demonic mist left behind by the Shadow King was completely washed away.
The wasteland regained its cold, damp air, and the dawn after the starlight faded carried a long-lost sense of peace.
"Your Majesty the Prince!"
The moment the battle ended, Aika had returned to her charming and lovely appearance, like a light butterfly, and flew directly into Arthur's arms.
She hugged Arthur tightly around the waist, buried her face in his gunpowder-smelling armor, and rubbed against him contentedly.
"Arthur's sword strike just now was so cool! So dazzling! Arthur really is the most special one."
Arthur helplessly touched Aige's long hair, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He knew that Aigo had just suppressed her primal instincts, which were enough to drive her wild, in order not to hurt what she loved.
"Hey, you two..."
Morgan walked over, leaning on her wand. Her robes were disheveled by the wind, and although her face was pale, her icy blue eyes held a rare and complex expression.
"Arthur, are you really planning to keep carrying this moving calamity along with you forever?"
This time it was just the King of Shadows; next time, the suppressive force might just bring down the entire Qin Dynasty or even the concept of Olympus.
Guinevere helped the still-shaken Ayaka forward. She didn't say anything, but silently straightened Arthur's disheveled cloak.
In those intelligent eyes, she could already see the even more magnificent, yet more perilous, battlefield of the future.
"Oh dear, although the crisis has been averted, it seems we've left behind some incredible spoils."
Meryl's phantom hovered in the center of that scorched earth that had been split open.
She bent down, and with a gentle flick of her finger, a crystal emitting a dark red light, shaped like a fragment of the Holy Grail, slowly rose up.
"This isn't something from our time."
Mary's tone took on a serious tone.
"This is some kind of 'future fragment' that fell prematurely due to spacetime distortion."
It contained... that foul yet alluring cursed aura known as the Holy Grail War.
Arthur frowned as he looked at the fragment.
In that instant, he seemed to see a blood-red sunset through the fragments, and the silhouettes of countless heroes fighting each other for their desires.
Aika glanced at the fragment, then scoffed dismissively, "Trying to interfere with Arthur and me using something like this? How presumptuous of you."