r18novel Chapter 79 The Mirror of Nothingness
Chapter 79 The Mirror of Nothingness
The air in front of the tomb froze completely at this moment, and even the originally surging purple mist obediently retreated under the heavy black pressure.
This feeling is not like facing a powerful enemy, but rather like facing a mirror that reflects the end of the world.
"Virus……?"
Sajō Aika tilted her head, and the slightly mocking expression she had been wearing completely disappeared.
Her pupils, which seemed to go straight to the source, contracted slightly, as if she saw some kind of "law" that she loathed utterly in the shadowy figure before her.
That is the self-healing system of the world's will.
Because Aegean's love for Arthur, which was enough to rewrite cause and effect and distort mythology, had seriously threatened the stability of human history.
Thus, the suppressive force forcibly pieced together an absolute zero from the residual information in the spirit tomb, a zero that existed specifically for the purpose of "denying the love song".
"Are you saying that my love for the prince is superfluous?" Aika asked softly.
Beneath her feet, the once desolate frozen ground instantly turned into a scorched black mass, a collapse caused by the highly concentrated magic power due to anger.
"Erase." The black-clad Arthur uttered two words coldly.
Without any movement, a black ring instantly spread out from him.
Wherever the circle swept across, whether it was gravel or withered grass, its "meaning" was brutally erased.
Arthur held his sword horizontally in front of the crowd, the golden Star Sword colliding with the black ripples, sparking dazzling sparks.
"Morgan, lead everyone back." Arthur's gaze was fixed on the dark figure in front of him.
"That's a force generated in response to 'anomalies.' If you get caught up in it, you'll be cleared out as redundant information."
"Ha, you want me to run away?" Morgan sneered, but his wand was already weaving a defensive spell.
"Watching you risk your life against your own 'shadow'? Arthur, haven't you realized it yet!"
That thing is not only your shadow, it is also this land's protest against the 'otherworldly monster' you brought back!
"Merry, is this also your plan?" Arthur turned his head to look at the nightmare demon who was still in a state of exhaustion.
"I'm innocent this time, big sister," Mary said, waving her hand helplessly.
"Miss Aika's brilliance is so strong that the world has to create the deepest 'shadow' to balance it out."
Arthur, that is your "Void," it has no heart, only commands called "Correction."
"Ayaka, hide behind the horse, and whatever you do, don't look him in the eyes!"
Guinevere had already dismounted and was tightly holding onto Ayaka Sajou.
As the only two "mortals" on the field, they could clearly feel the dimensional reduction attack from a higher dimension.
It was a terrifying sight, as if a single glance from someone would freeze one's soul to pieces.
"So... that's the consequence my sister caused?" Ayaka's expression darkened as she looked at the dark-skinned Arthur blocking her way.
"That feeling...it's like the whole universe hates my sister."
"It's not that I hate it." Guinevere gripped the short sword in her hand, her eyes revealing a calmness that transcended life and death.
"It's fear. The world is afraid of Miss Aika's unreasonable love, which is why this empty shell without emotions was created."
"Since the world thinks my love is a virus..."
Aige slowly stepped out of Arthur's protective range, closed her parasol, and let her long, radiant hair dance wildly in the black, magical wind.
"Then I'll just dismantle this 'immune system' completely."
Aige raised her hand, and a pure white particle, large enough to devour stars, appeared in her palm.
"Your Highness, please look at me."
She turned around and smiled, a moment of tenderness that contrasted sharply with the destructive atmosphere around her.
"I will prove that the laws of the past, present, and future are nothing but insignificant dust in the face of the three words 'I love you'."
boom--!
The pure white beam of light collided violently with the pitch-black void before the spirit tomb.
The earth screamed in agony, and time and space were distorted.
At the heart of this clash that transcended the standards of the divine era, Arthur gripped the holy sword tightly. He knew that this was no longer a simple matter of conquest.
This is his ideal world, and for the first time, a direct reckoning between it and the price he paid for this "distorted love."
In the center where light and darkness intertwine, the black-clad Arthur slowly raised the decaying demonic sword.
"Red Dragon, before you are drowned by this 'love,' let me grant you a silent end."
The wasteland in front of the tomb is no longer what it used to be.
As Ayaka Sajou's magic clashed with that black afterimage, the surrounding spacetime took on a morbid distortion.
On the left is a sea of otherworldly flowers, shimmering with a glassy light, that bloomed forcefully due to the overflow of the source, while on the right is a black sand desert that has been completely weathered by the erosion of nothingness.
"Oh dear, it wasn't erased?"
Sajou Aika tilted her head slightly, and for the first time, a look of confusion appeared on her delicate, porcelain-doll-like face.
Her attack just now directly negated the opponent from the dimension of "existence." Logically speaking, even a god would instantly disintegrate into spiritual particles.
However, the black-clad Arthur remained standing there quietly.
The dark, demonic mist surrounding him was like a greedy black hole, swallowing and assimilating all of Ai Ge's unreasonable interference, ultimately returning to nothingness.
"I've already said it, I am 'correction'."
The black Shadow King slowly raised the dim demonic sword in his hand. The sword had no starlight, but it had a heavy feeling that could freeze the soul.
"Sajyou Aika, your 'interference' in this world has exceeded the limits that logic can tolerate."
The more you love him, the more the concept of "Arthur Pendragon" will be rejected by the world.
Because...you are trying to make him your personal possession, not the star of Britain.
The Shadow King's voice was flat, yet every word struck the hearts of those behind him like a heavy hammer.
"Step back, Aigo."
Arthur could sense the terrifying, restless magic emanating from the girl's body, a power that seemed to want to drag the entire planet down with it.
"Your Highness..." Aika turned her head, her eyes glistening with a kind of sickly crystalline light.
"He said I wanted to ruin Arthur... He's lying. I just wanted to give Arthur the perfect ending..."
"I know, Aika, but this is my battle."
Arthur strode forward, the Star Sword pointing diagonally at the ground.
The Dragon's Furnace roared violently within his chest, and the overflowing magic transformed into golden streams of light.
He created an absolute domain that belonged to him, keeping the erosion of the void three feet away.
"Whether you are the embodiment of self-control or the shadow within me."
Arthur's eyes were incredibly firm, and his will as a guardian resonated with the holy sword.
"Before my people, before my comrades, I will never allow 'nothingness' to descend upon this land!"
"Hey, Nightmare! Stop playing dead!"
Morgan roared, and her wand burst forth with dense goblin script, which transformed into several chains that pierced the earth's veins, stabilizing the crumbling reality.
Her face was pale, and she was clearly struggling to withstand the aftershocks of such a powerful attack.
"Oh dear, still has such a fiery temper."
Meryl's phantom is finally no longer "exhausted".
She waved her flower wand, and countless pure white cherry blossoms spiraled upwards, tearing a clear crack in the pitch-black void.
"Although I really want to see Arthur get his comeuppance, if the world really gets formatted, then I won't have anywhere to go for afternoon tea either..."
"Guinevere, take Ayaka and hide under the Dream Tree!"
Guinevere and Ayaka ran quickly into the defensive core that Merry had constructed with illusion magic without any hesitation.
Looking at Arthur's retreating figure, and then at Aige standing not far away, radiating an aura of destruction, she experienced an unprecedented realization.
So this is the daily life Arthur faces? On one side is a deep love that could devour the world, and on the other is a cold and ruthless return to order.
The holy sword emitted a light that shook the wasteland.
boom!!
The golden holy light collided with the pitch-black demonic mist.
This is a deadly battle between two "futures," and every clash of swords rewrites the physical constants of the surroundings.
The Shadow King in black fought against Arthur with swordsmanship so exquisite it was almost mechanical, each strike aimed directly at Arthur's weakness as a "human".
Arthur, however, used the dazzling light of the Star Sword to carve a path to life through the void.
You can't protect anyone.
The Shadow King's demonic sword slashed through Arthur's silver armor, and the shattered armor turned to ashes the instant it touched the void.
"As long as Ayaka Sajou stays by your side, every living being you protect will eventually be assimilated into meaningless symbols by her 'root love'."
Arthur, ending this chaos with your own hands is your final act of mercy as king.
"Oh!"
Ai Ge, who had been silent, let out a low laugh.
The laughter sounded particularly jarring on the silent battlefield, even sending chills down the spines of the knights fighting nearby.
"You're saying... you want Arthur to 'personally end' me?"
Aige raised her head, and her once dazzling eyes had now turned into a deep, dark black without a trace of light.
That darkness was deeper than the nothingness emanating from the Shadow King; it came from the deepest source, the end of all life and death.
"Since this land, this era, this world are all inciting the prince to abandon me..."
She gently lifted her foot and took a step.
Click.
That was the sound of a planet's crust shattering.
"Then, after this black shadow disappears, I'll create a new world 'with only Arthur'."
There would be no Britain, no Round Table, and none of these unsightly backdrops.
She looked at the black Shadow King, her smile still sweet, but carrying a madness that made even the restraint tremble.
"You damned shadow, are you ready to see what true 'despair' really is?"