Shinji whispered a name, a name with a special meaning.

To the average person, this is just the top cemetery in Glastonbury. But in Britain's oldest and most traditional mystical world, it also has another meaning.

King Arthur's Tomb.

It is not a memorial site set up outside London or elsewhere, but a real burial ground built by King Arthur's descendants. From that day on, King Arthur's descendants lived and guarded here, and Grey was King Arthur's contemporary grave keeper and the most prominent grave keeper - despite his ironic flaws.

"What? Afraid of ghosts?"

The apple muscles on Luvia's face twitched constantly, knowing that even if she was put down by the song, she didn't show such an expression, which shows how shocked she was.

"But, didn't you say she was the grave keeper of the cemetery?"

"Because she is too good, too close to the essence of the Spirit. There is still a gap between the living and the living, let alone a spirit between life and death?"

Shinji casually dispersed the undead around the sword-wielding angel statue, helped Luvia and Clone to lean on the pedestal of the angel statue, and sat on the ground with his butt at the end. Say leave it to Grey, and he won't interfere.

"Then you're still leaving her alone?"

"Don't worry, even if you're afraid of ghosts, experts are still experts. A few low-level spirits, no matter how many they are, they are still ants. ”

……

Shinji and Grey weren't far away, and their voices weren't small, but Grey didn't listen to his words at all.

Because she was so scared that her teeth chattered and her body was paralyzed. His legs also lost strength, and even his fingertips became unable to move freely. It was as if all the internal organs had been turned over, and the cold sweat could not stop flowing.

Fear grew from the deepest part of her heart, spreading through every nerve throughout her body.

Just feeling the breath of the spirit becomes like this, and a large part of the suffocation when you first step into the castle is also due to the psychological shadow caused by the breath of the spirit that occasionally escapes.

Terrible.

The terrible can't stand it.

It's scary and terrible, and I can't stop wanting to vomit.

"Haha, what a 'defective product'! A grave keeper who is afraid of the dead! This is simply, just like us!"

Her voice seemed to have changed again, with both Guranid and Qingxuan, but now Grey didn't even have the strength to think.

Only one voice echoed in her head.

"Defective products. I'm a defective product. It is an unknown defective product and an irremediable waste. ”

Then, the spirit released from the stripping city came like an avalanche and flooded the girl's body.

The spirit climbs up the epidermis and burrows into the body from the seven orifices.

The spirit gathered in the form of an angel and grabbed the maiden's hair, baring its fangs as if it were about to be gnawed.

"Ahh

Grey let out an irrepressible scream.

Horrible and hateful, horrible and filthy, hungry and thirsty, sharp, insane, and pitiful, as if he was about to vomit, in a roar, not buried, sunken, cruel, should be buried, exposed, tortured, should be destroyed—

"Hey, don't you care if it's all like this?"

"Don't worry, the show is just about to begin. ”

"Click. ”

A strange sound sounded.

It's as if iron is rubbing against each other, making anyone want to cover their ears with an abnormal sound.

It was the voice of the Devouring Spirit, which few people knew. The spirits gathered around were devoured by the mouth carved into the scythe of death.

If your hearing is good enough, you can still hear the intermittent laughter pouring out of that mouth.

"Hehehehe ”

However, these voices sounded so distant to Grey that they didn't feel real.

What came into her eyes, or rather in her soul, was a collection of innumerable spirits.

Because of the overly powerful spiritual nature, the sense of existence of the spirit is stronger than anything else.

More like the dead than the dead, more like the living than the living.

It was a scene that the girl had seen countless times, and she was very familiar but could not accept it.

It is unreasonable, unnatural, unscientific, and is neither alive nor dead.

There is another sentence that goes with the scene.

- "It's that, that, that, that, that's what you should destroy." ”

"Exactly. ”

Lips declared.

own will. Not their own will. That's how I was created, and now that function is coming back. Even the Scythe of Death, which devours evil spirits, is just a pedal for this.

Therefore, it is not possible not to destroy. ”

The girl bent down on her knees.

The view is gone.

It was pure explosiveness, even more terrifying than when he ran away before, and even Shinji's dynamic vision barely kept up.

0.1 seconds?0.01 seconds?

I don't know, I just know that the girl is dancing.

With the "Scythe of Death" that jumps in your hand, you can cut through the sound and shred the angels.

Everything that stood in front of the girl was as pink as glass.

She approached the monster, the scythe slicing deep into its body.

In the face of her speed, the difference in weight between them lost its meaning.

Guranid finally realized that something was wrong, and fled with the beasts, gathering all the spirits, hoping to stop the Grim Reaper from harvesting.

But it was of no use, and the girl was like an emotionless harvesting machine, swinging the scythe of death again and again in the terrible roar of the air, in the devastated magic glow that escaped.

Harvest! Harvest! Harvest!

Keep reaping!

The infinite spirit is thinned out in this uninterrupted harvest.

And the monster that made all magicians feel terrible was also constantly harvesting, with limbs cut off and claws cut off.

The monster roared.

In the tiny void created by the roar, the flames suddenly appeared as if they had been inserted, preventing the maiden from harvesting further.

"Abira owes Suvaha!"

Shugendo.

It's the art of Qingxuan, or Guranid.

Monsters are just demons, and the real enemy is Guranid.

The girl, who realized this, turned her scythe and switched targets.

However, it didn't work.

Each of the monks from the Shugendo path has a strong physique and a high level of skill, and although it can't reach the level of a humanoid tyrannosaurus like Gray and Shinji, it is not easy to clean up. In particular, this is Stripping City, which is the workshop of Ashuburne, and if Grey can't end the battle in a short time, the advantage she has gained now will be reversed.

So.

The girl whispered.

Recite the established word.

Gray...... Rave (Loud) ...... Crave (crave) ...... Deprave."

Suddenly there was a change.

No, it should be said to be a flying.

All the magic power around him, Dayuan was devoured just like the spirit just now. As if about to be dragged into the space that magically vacuumed, the monster of Ashubourne let out a mournful scream, terrible and terrifying.

"Grave...... I ...... me"

The girl hung her head and continued to murmur.

Her consciousness was extinct.

It was dying out a long time ago.

So, it's not her voice. It's different—the one that lurks deep inside oneself, another self.

Another monster made in her hometown.

"Grave...... for you......"

O ancient mysteries, extinction.

so that all the sweet mysteries will be gone.

"Simulated personality stops. The mana collection rate exceeds the specified value. The lifting of the second phase of restrictions began. ”

It was completely inaudible that it was Yard's, and the emotionless voice echoed in the night.

Just like the spell that opened the door correctly, the mystery in the girl's hand was revealed.

The Reaper's Scythe, which can devour spirits and magic and change the user's physical abilities, is not Yard's true form. No, even Yard's simulated personality is just a temporary seal set to prevent the mystery from being lost in modern times.

A seal for this ...... "gun".

Maybe even one of the girl's own prints.

“Ahhhhh——！”

The monster roared.

I can't count how many times.

However, in the face of the compressed extreme magic around the girl, its roar could only disintegrate on its own.

The mystery will be dispelled by a stronger mystery. According to this natural law, even the monster of Ashuburn, who is at the pinnacle of magic, cannot be able to defeat this "gun".

"You ......," "Miss Grey," "That weapon," "Your weapon,"

I don't know if it's Qingxuan or Guranid's voice, it sounds so far away.

"Holy spear, pull the anchor. ”

The Scythe of Death unfolded.

Its angle and volume change into a form that cannot exist in three dimensions, forming a new "gun".

It's the "gun".

It's the "gun".

No, this majestic magical object is beyond the specifications of a "gun". Standing like a tower at the end of the world, it is a crystallization of mystery that proves that many legends are true.

That is, the end of the legend.

It is to draw an end to the legend of King Arthur, the cursed spear.

The girl simply calmly chanted her real name.

"Shine far away—"

The time has come.

The sharpshooter is stirring.

The vortex of irrepressible magic made Stripping City tremble as if it were afraid. Stripping City, which was supposed to only be sensitive to set fluctuations, was forced to activate because it received a large amount of overflowing magic. The manifestation that is accomplished by devouring the great sources around it is a disaster in itself.

In the case that the "thirteen restraints" set up at the beginning have not been lifted, its original strength has only revealed the tip of the iceberg. But even so, it was a condensation of the tyranny that could exercise god-level magic.

The highly concentrated magic feels similar to heat.

And now, it's like holding a volcano in your hands.

Unstoppable.

In the girl's hand is another treasure after the "Excalibur of Victory", which can be called synonymous with the king of legends. It is an artifact that stabs rebellious knights to death.

"Rhongomyniad!"

It was late at night, but it was as if the sun had suddenly appeared—the beautiful red lotus spiral was like a fragment of the sun that had suddenly fallen. The flash of the god boiled the magic and moisture in the air, and it just galloped violently.

Both the Guranid and the monster vanished before the light.

The light slashed through the spires of the stripping city, from the canopy to the walls, and faded into the crumble of the slope of the mountain.