I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Shinji whispered a name, a name with special meaning.

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

King Arthur's Tomb.

It is not a commemorative place set up outside London or elsewhere, but a real cemetery established by King Arthur's descendants. From that day on, King Arthur's descendants have lived and guarded here, and Gray is King Arthur's contemporary tombkeeper and the most outstanding tombkeeper - although this tombkeeper has a very ironic flaw.

"What? Afraid of ghosts?"

The apples of Luvia's face kept twitching. Even if she was knocked down by the singing, she didn't show such an expression, which showed how shocked she was.

"Yes, but didn't you say that she is the tombkeeper of that cemetery?"

"Because she is too excellent and too close to the essence of 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, lifted Luvia and Croun up and leaned against the base of the angel statue, and finally sat down on the ground. He said he would leave it to Gray and he would not interfere.

"Then you still leave her alone?"

"Don't worry, even if you are afraid of ghosts, an expert is still an expert. A few low-level spirits are just ants no matter how many there are."

…

Shenji and Gray were not far away, and their voices were not quiet, but Gray didn't listen at all to his words.

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

Fear originated from the deepest part of her heart and spread throughout her body through every nerve.

Just feeling the spirit's breath makes him like this, and a large part of the suffocation when he first steps into the castle is also due to the psychological shadow caused by the spirit's breath that occasionally escapes.

horrible.

Terrible and unbearable.

It was so scary that I couldn't help but want to vomit.

"Haha, what a 'defective' product! A gravekeeper who is afraid of the undead! He is just like us!"

The voice seemed to have changed again, with elements of Gulanid and Qingxuan, but now Gray didn't even have the energy to think.

There was only one voice echoing in her head.

"Defective product. I am a defective product. I am a defective product that is not clear, and I am a hopeless waste."

Then, the spirit released from the stripped city came like an avalanche, flooding the girl's body.

The spirit climbs up the surface and penetrates into the body through the seven orifices.

The spirits gathered into the shape of an angel, grabbed the girl's hair, and bared its fangs as if to gnaw at it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Gray screamed uncontrollably.

Terrible, disgusting, hateful, horrifying, dirty, hungry, sharp, massive, crazy, pitiful, roaring, screaming, unburied, dented, cruel, should be buried, exposed, tortured, should be destroyed——

"Hey, you still don't care after everything is like this?"

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

"Crack."

There was a strange sound.

It's like iron and iron are rubbing against each other, making anyone want to cover their ears.

That is the sound that few people know, the sound of devouring spirits. The spirits gathered around were swallowed up by the mouth carved on the Death Scythe.

If your hearing is good enough, you can still hear the laughter flowing intermittently from that mouth.

"Ehehehehe! It's delicious! It's so delicious! It's a long-lost meal! This trip was not in vain, I made a lot of money."

However, these sounds sounded so distant and unreal to Gray's ears.

What was reflected in her eyes, or in her soul, was a collection of countless spirits.

Because of the overly powerful psychic medium, the presence 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 was extremely familiar with but still unable to accept.

It is unreasonable, unnatural, unscientific, and neither life nor death.

There is another sentence accompanying the scene.

——"It's that, that, that, and only that you should destroy."

"Exactly."

Lips declared.

own will. Not your own will. That's how I was created, and now that function is revived. Even the Death Scythe, which swallows evil spirits, is just a stepping stone for this purpose.

"——So, it's impossible not to destroy it."

The girl bent her knees.

The view disappeared.

It was pure explosive power, even more terrifying than the previous escape. Even Shenji's dynamic vision almost failed to keep up.

0.1 seconds? 0.01 seconds?

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

Use the "Reaper's Scythe" that dances in your hand to cut away the sound and chop up the angel.

Everything standing in front of the girl was as pulverized as glass.

She approached the monster and the scythe cut deeply into its body.

In front of her speed, the weight difference between them lost meaning.

Gulanid finally realized that something was wrong, and while fleeing with the beasts, he concentrated all his spirits, hoping to use this method to stop the reaper.

But this was of no use. At this time, the girl was like an emotionless harvesting machine, waving the symbol of death again and again amidst the shrill explosions in the air and the radiating glow of destructive magic. sickle.

Harvest! Harvest! Harvest!

Keep harvesting!

The endless spirit becomes sparse in this continuous harvest.

And the monster that terrifies all magicians is also being harvested continuously, with its limbs and claws chopped off.

The monster roared.

In the tiny gap created by the roar, flames suddenly appeared as if inserted, preventing the girl from further harvesting.

"Abira hum owes Subaha!"

Shugendo.

It is Qingxuan or Gulanide's technique.

The monster is just a familiar, the real enemy is Gulanid.

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

But, it's no use.

Every monk born in Shugendo has a strong body and superb skills. Although they are not at the level of humanoid tyrannosaurs like Gray and Shinji, they are not easy to deal with. Especially here is the Strip City, Ashbourne's workshop. If Gray can't end the battle in a short time, the advantage gained now will be transferred to the opponent.

so.

The girl whispered.

Say the given words.

“Gray…Rave…Crave…Deprave.”

Suddenly something changed.

No, it should be said that it flew by.

All the magic power around him was swallowed up just like the spirit just now. As if it was about to be dragged into the magically empty space, Ashbourne's monster let out a mournful cry, shrill and terrifying.

"Grave... me (for me)..."

The girl lowered her head and continued to hum.

Her consciousness is dying.

It was dying a long time ago.

So, it's not her voice. But it's something different - another self lurking deep in my heart.

Another monster created by her hometown.

"Grave...for you (for you)..."

Ancient mysteries, be extinct.

Let all those sweet mysteries vanish into nothingness.

"The simulated personality stops. The magic power collection rate exceeds the prescribed value. The second phase of restrictions begins to be lifted."

It was completely unrecognizable as Yade's, and the emotionless voice echoed in the night.

Just like saying the spell to open the door correctly, the mystery in the girl's hand was unsealed.

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

A seal for this... "gun".

Maybe even the girl herself sealed one.

"Ahhhhh——!"

The monster roared.

I can’t count how many times I have done this.

However, in the face of the extremely compressed magic power surrounding the girl, its roar could only end by disintegrating on its own.

Mysteries are eliminated by stronger mysteries. According to this natural law, even Ashbourne's monster, who has reached the pinnacle of magic, cannot defeat this "gun".

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

I don’t know if it’s Qingxuan or Gulanid’s voice that sounds so far away.

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."

The Reaper of Death unfolded.

Its angle and volume changed into a form that could not exist in three dimensions, forming a new "gun".

It's a "gun".

It's a "gun".

No, this object overflowing with majestic magic power has exceeded the specifications of a "gun". Like a tower standing at the end of the world, it is a mysterious crystal that proves that many legends are true.

That was the end of the legend.

It is the cursed spear that brings an end to the legend of King Arthur.

The girl just chanted her true name calmly.

"Shine in the distance——"

The time has come.

The magic gun is moving.

The whirlpool of uncontrollable magic power made Peeling City begin to tremble as if feeling fear. The Stripped City, which was supposed to only respond to the set fluctuations, was forced to activate due to receiving a large amount of overflowing magic power. The manifestation accomplished by swallowing up the surrounding sources is itself a disaster.

Since the "Thirteen Restraints" originally set up have not been lifted, its original power has only revealed the tip of the iceberg. But even so, it was the condensation of violent power that could be used to perform god-level magic.

Highly concentrated magic feels similar to heat.

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

unstoppable.

What appeared in the girl's hand was another Noble Phantasm second only to the "Sword of Victory (Excalibur)" that could be called the synonym of the King of Legend. It was a divine weapon that stabbed the rebellious knight to death.

"Rhongomyniad!"

It was obviously late at night, but it seemed as if the sun suddenly appeared - the beautiful red lotus spiral was like a fragment of the sun that suddenly fell. The flash of the Age of Gods boiled the magic and moisture in the air, and it just galloped violently.

Both Gulanid and the monster disappeared before the light.

That ray of light cut through the spiers of the peeling city, penetrated from the canopy to the city wall, and gradually disappeared amidst the collapse of the slope of the mountain.