activa-t Chapter 146 Madness
Chapter 146 Madness
After Arthur left, the gloom that had been hanging over Camelot began to dissipate.
The arrival of the suppressive force was caused by the system's rejection due to the resonance between Arthur and Artoria, these two "otherworldly counterparts".
With the foreign substance gone, the world's immune mechanisms should fall into a dormant state.
However, less than half a day and night later, the suppressive black thunderclouds returned and once again enveloped the entire Britain.
This time, it's no longer a "foreign object invasion".
Rather, it is the owners of this land who are carrying out a complete "rebellion".
At the highest point in Britain, a fierce wind howled like a mournful cry, tearing at Morgan's dark dress.
She stood there alone, gripping tightly the divinely crafted weapon that emitted a chilling light, a symbol of the world's anchor point—
Shining in the final spear!
On that face, so strikingly similar to Artoria's, there was no sadness, no hesitation, only a murderous intent strong enough to freeze the soul.
"Since pan-human history cannot accommodate my Arthur..."
Morgan looked up at the violently churning thunderstorm in the sky, a symbol of the world's will, and arrogantly uttered the judgment from his cold lips:
"Then this part of Britain doesn't need pan-human history."
The Holy Lance is essentially a "tower that connects the surface of the world," an ultimate device designed to stabilize the world and prevent the Age of Gods and the present world from being overturned.
In essence, it has a deep conceptual connection with the "Starry Sea" of Britain and the fairy world.
As the greatest witch on the island of Britain, the all-powerful fairy queen, Morgan was more qualified than anyone else to rule the tower that supported the world.
For her, wielding the Holy Lance meant wielding the "absolute right to define" the entire British world.
and so……
"boom!"
Morgan ruthlessly reversed the Holy Lance, recklessly forcing it inch by inch into the solid foundation of Britain!
As this action was performed, the entire land of Britain began to tremble violently.
Morgan is paying the price with his soul, his magic, and even the very foundation of Britain...
Slowly, yet decisively, it gradually tore and peeled away Britain's "world skin" from the map of human history.
She wants to forcibly fix the "world texture" of this land into an absolutely closed place!
Therefore, this insane act of "splitting" completely enraged the planet's defense mechanisms.
"BOOM!!!"
The sky was torn apart, and the restraining force unleashed bolts of black punitive lightning like angry dragons, attempting to punish the witch who sought to divide the world.
However, the moment the black lightning, powerful enough to destroy even gods, struck down, twelve dazzling aurora barriers erupted from within the Holy Lance, enveloping the heavens.
The lightning and the barrier of the Holy Lance collided with a deafening roar, yet strangely, all the destructive force was neutralized.
Morgan, at the center of the storm, now had only madness and fanaticism in her eyes.
She uttered a scornful mockery towards the entire sky, towards that ethereal and intangible world will:
"Suppressive force, who do you think you are?"
Meanwhile, on the other side, beyond the reach of the real universe.
The interior of the pure white and flawless [Vortex of Origin].
There is no concept of time here, nor are there any boundaries of direction.
Here, there are only countless "golden-blue light streams" representing cause and effect, laws, and destiny, which intertwine and operate like the nerve network of the universe.
Like a holy spirit lost in a sea of light, Ayaka Sajou floats quietly in the center of countless underlying codes.
Although she was born connected to the source and possessed omniscient and omnipotent authority.
But to forcibly find and tamper with "that hidden line of rejection code" that caused the inhibitory force to reject Arthur within the vast and complex underlying logic of the entire world spanning billions of years...
This approach is akin to searching for a specific grain of sand in a vast ocean.
Aigo, who usually appears relaxed and carefree in any situation (not all situations), now had a fine bead of sweat on her fair forehead.
The world is not a puppet to be manipulated.
When she attempted to forcibly rewrite the Akasha Record, the "light bands" representing the world's immune system reacted violently.
"laugh!"
A piercing burning sound echoed in the pure white space.
Those bands of light, like high-voltage current, relentlessly burned her slender hands that were trying to touch the forbidden laws.
The flesh and blood at the fingertips begin to disintegrate, reorganize, and disintegrate again at the conceptual level.
But Ai Ge didn't care at all.
For this girl who only had Arthur in her eyes, the pain of her fingertips crumbling was nothing compared to the weight of a petal falling on her shoulder.
Instead of backing down, a sweet yet morbidly terrifying smile bloomed on her flawless face.
"Oh dear... His Highness's aura is well hidden."
Despite her hands being scorched and bleeding in the stream of light, Ai Ge still steadfastly and swiftly manipulated the threads of fate.
"But it's okay, Arthur."
"No matter which universe you fall into, no matter how many shackles the restraint has placed on you... I will erase them all, line by line."
……
The absolute secret realm beneath the surface of the world—the Sea Within the Stars.
In this idyllic land that even gods and pan-human history cannot easily interfere with, the Flower Tower, forever surrounded by spring and gentle breezes, is now experiencing an unprecedented "death."
Outside the tower, those once ever-blooming dreamlike seas of flowers are withering and turning gray at a visible rate.
The petals turned into dust and scattered, a manifestation of the half-nightmare within the tower, frantically overdrawing its magic power in order to conduct a mad observation.
Inside the tower.
Mary gripped her wand tightly, her usual effortless and composed smile completely gone.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and her brows were furrowed.
Beneath those thin eyelids, those eyes, possessing the highest level of far-seeing vision, were trembling at a terrifying frequency.
Her consciousness had detached from her body and was frantically traversing the deep and terrifying sea of imaginary numbers and countless "cut-off items" that had long been abandoned by the world.
"No...and not here either..."
Because of the forceful intervention of the restraining force at the last moment, the coordinates of Arthur's fall were completely covered up and erased.
Even though she had once shared Avalon's blessing with Arthur, she was now unable to find that man through conventional causal relationships.
All she could do was rely on the faint soul connection between the guardians to conduct a savage, exhaustive search in this sea of bubbles containing billions of parallel universes.
Every passing cosmic event consumes her spiritual energy.
This massive flow of information, enough to cause an ordinary magician's brain to die instantly, is something even a Grand-rank magician would find difficult to withstand.
I don't know how much time passed; it felt like an instant, yet also like centuries had gone by.
Just as the first foundation stone of the Tower of Flowers began to crack due to the depletion of magic...
Mary's body jolted, and then she opened her eyes!
"Tick-tock".
A single, glaring red tear slid down her cheek and fell sadly onto the pure white floor.
These are the blood beads that flowed from the Thousand-Mile Eye after it suffered the backlash of breaking through its limits.
"Huff... huff..."
At this moment, Mary looked like someone who had been rescued from drowning, bending over wearily and panting heavily.
Blood stained her vision, but a smile, brighter than the blossoming flowers of early spring, suddenly bloomed on her bloodless face.
It was a smile that mixed joy with a hint of danger.
"Seriously... they ran quite far."
With trembling fingers, Meryl gently wiped the blood from the corner of her eye, looked out the tower window at the endless sea of stars, and her tone regained its familiar cunning:
"However, in that area where interference was taking place, I still managed to catch just a tiny bit... an echo belonging to the Red Dragon."
Although the distance was too great and the suppressor was still trying to interfere, she had not yet been able to pinpoint Arthur's exact coordinates.
But for her, who possesses the highest level of clairvoyance, it would be enough to narrow down the search area to a "galaxy" or a "parallel world" in this vast and boundless multiverse.
"Wait for me, Arthur."
Meryl turned around and looked at Morgan and Aege, who were also frantically tearing apart the laws of the world in the magic water mirror, and a look of anticipation appeared on her lips.
"We'll be picking you up to take you home soon."