Chapter 689: 535 Large Morse
"Boom!"
A cursed black cannonball crashed down, lifting a massive explosion and sweeping away everything around the impact site, instantly creating a large vacant area.
Mors wriggled their bodies, swarming towards the treasury city like reptiles, releasing black cannonballs at the fairies fleeing in all directions.
Curse-laden cannon shots flew back and forth on every street in Norwich, resembling artillery fire on a battlefield, densely packed.
At the front of the treasury city, not only a group of fairy guards was trying to resist the invasion of the Mors, but also Reiger’s companions were taking action.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"......
This was the noise caused by the missile explosions.
Yes, missiles.
They came from the backpack behind Da Vinci, which, the moment Da Vinci opened the backpack, fired missiles like shots from a cannon’s mouth, trailing flames as they targeted the Mors crowd, exploding amidst the dense swarm, blasting many Mors away.
"Haah!"
Matthew charged like a war chariot, his heavy shield swished through the air non-stop, blowing away every Mors it encountered as if they were being hit by a large truck.
The two rider servants from Chaldea thus demonstrated their might, showing far superior battle achievements than the fairies, repelling countless Mors.
This was not only because they were stronger than ordinary fairies, but also because they did not fear the Mors like fairies did; they weren’t afraid of infection or assimilation, so they didn’t need to be as cautious as the fairies, even charging into the Mors crowd without any issue.
Because of the two girls’ active performance, the Mors were temporarily stopped from reaching the treasury city.
As for Alberon, the Fairy King had vanished again.
"I’ll go find Tristan and the master, and bring them here to meet up!"
Not long ago, Alberon left this message, then transformed into a gnome, hopped on Blanca, and flew into the distance.
Anyone else would have started cursing by now, but luckily both Matthew and Da Vinci weren’t ordinary people; they didn’t doubt anything and thus stayed here, waiting for the return of Reiger and Altoria, and for Alberon and Tristan to bring Fujimaru Ritsuka over.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"......
As time passed, it was unknown how many missiles Da Vinci had fired, but not only were the Mors not being pushed back, many of them were in fact getting closer to the treasury city.
"Buzz!"
In the midst of the Mors crowd, many of them began to gather cursed magical power to release cannon shots aimed at Da Vinci.
"Think again!"
Matthew promptly returned, thrusting up his shield, causing a faint magical barrier to appear in front of him.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"......
Immediately, the Mors’ attacks densely landed on Matthew’s shield, exploding on the magical barrier.
"Hmm..."
Matthew gritted his lips, persevering not to let Da Vinci behind him receive any damage.
"Aren’t they ready yet?" Da Vinci looked anxiously toward the bell tower on the top floor of the treasury city, said, "The Pilgrimage Bell has already rung, why haven’t they come down yet? Could they be entangled?"
Spurgen must have already sent troops to the bell tower, otherwise Reiger and Altoria would have come down by now.
"Can you still hold on, Matthew?"
Da Vinci called out to Matthew in front of him.
"I can, Da Vinci dear!" Matthew immediately shouted back without turning his head, "I’ll definitely hold on until the master and Mr. Reiger arrive!"
This wasn’t Matthew being stubborn.
Although the concentrated attack of the Mors was so dense that the sheer volume caused a terrifying increase in power, as a dedicated defensive shield bearer, Matthew undoubtedly could perform far beyond a typical servant in defensive battles.
Moreover, since landing in Fairy Country Britannia, Matthew had always felt that he had become much stronger than before.
Specifically, it was as if the power of Galahad, originally belonging to the Round Table knights within him, had suddenly multiplied, not only becoming extraordinarily active but also doubling in strength.
This made Matthew feel that he might be stronger now than ever before, and even if his opponent was a rumored Elf Knight, he wouldn’t lose much.
This was definitely not an illusion.
Thus, Matthew was confident that he could stop the Mors’ advance and perfectly defend the treasury city.
Of course, Reiger didn’t plan to let Matthew hold the treasury city.
After all, that wasn’t their territory but rather the stronghold of the opportunistic Spurgen.
They didn’t really need to defend it.
Therefore...
"[Holy Rite·Aurora]!"
A cold voice rose above Matthew, illuminating the sky with brilliance.
The next second, countless auroras rained down from the sky like a meteor shower, landing amidst the Mors advancing on Matthew and exploding within their ranks.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang —!"
Intense explosions resounded ceaselessly.
The falling aurora meteor shower stirred up explosions one after another, blasting Mors into the air, shattering and engulfing a large number of them, instantly clearing a large area.
"Swoosh!"
Then, Reiger appeared in front of Matthew along with Altoria, shielding Matthew behind them.
"Mr. Reiger!"
Matthew exclaimed with surprise.
"Altoria!"
Da Vinci also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you all okay?"
Altoria immediately ran towards Matthew and Da Vinci with the Staff of Selection in her arms, relieved to see that they were both unharmed.
Although she had only met them recently, Altoria had clearly taken a liking to Matthew and Da Vinci.
Reiger glanced behind him and saw this scene, his lips curling up subtly, then quickly resuming his composure as he turned his gaze forward, casting a cold look ahead.
"■■■■■■■■■■■——!"
In the midst of an uncomfortable, piercing screech, countless Moirses writhed their bodies, slowly advancing towards them.
"So, so many!"
Altoria’s face turned pale, and both Matthew and Da Vinci looked stern.
The number of Moirses in front of them hadn’t decreased but was gradually increasing.
"Look over there, quickly!"
Da Vinci, sharp-eyed, spotted something unusual and pointed towards the rear of the Moirs group, drawing everyone’s attention.
With one look, everyone’s face changed color.
For a Moirs of immense size, about two to three times the size of an ordinary Moirs, was slowly emerging, leading the smaller Moirses, and likewise writhing its body as it advanced.
"Buzz!"
The power of the Curse surged wildly within it, forming a tremendously large pitch-black magic bullet that shot towards them.
The magic bullet was not only huge, but its momentum was extraordinary, with the air whimpering wherever it passed, showing its immense power, definitely not something an ordinary Moirs could match.
"Danger!"
Matthew couldn’t help but yell.
But before she could cry out, Reiger had already moved.
"Bang!"
Surging flames exploded beneath his feet, transforming him into a streak of firelight that tore through the space.
"Round Dance Flash!"
The flame slashed through the void, instantly cutting the huge magic bullet in two.
The magic bullet, bisected, did not even have the chance to explode before it was consumed by the rising flames.
Against such cursed power, Reiger’s "Sunwheel’s Pioneer" operated at full capacity, completely suppressing it.
"■■■■■■■■■■■——!"
The large Moirs seemed angered by this, emitting a screech that shook the atmosphere.
That cry was very ominous, making Altoria and the others feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"What is that? Could it be the rumored King of the Moirs?"
Da Vinci, sweating profusely, exclaimed.
It was not Altoria or Matthew who answered, but Alberon.
"No! That is not the King of the Moirs!"
Alberon had returned, unknown when, with Tristan driving an eight-legged horse chariot behind him.
"Sir Tristan!"
"Where is the Master!?"
Matthew rejoiced, and Da Vinci quickly asked.
"The Master is in the carriage," Tristan, driving the chariot, drew near and said, "Fortunately, Alberon led the way, or else we would have been surrounded by the Moirs."
It seemed Alberon was not completely useless after all.
"That’s good," Da Vinci sighed with relief and turned to Alberon, saying, "You said that’s not the King of the Moirs?"
"Of course not," Alberon shook his head, looking at the large Moirs with a flicker of peculiar colors in his eyes, and continued, "That should be a congregation of numerous Moirses, or possibly an evolved entity that appears after Moirses have consumed enough fairies."
"Haven’t you noticed? Moirses become stronger after consuming fairies!"
"That may be a special individual caused by this phenomenon!"
Alberon’s words made everyone glance around.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Just then, a fairy guarding in front of the gold vault city was engulfed by a Moirs, as if being devoured, blending into that pitch-black body.
After devouring that fairy, the magic power emanating from that Moirs indeed strengthened.
"Can it still get stronger?"
The faces of everyone present turned exceedingly grim.
"Boom!"
Just then, a booming sound suddenly occurred, drawing everyone’s attention.
Immediately, they saw Reiger engaging the large Moirs, one transforming into a blaze of firelight, bursting forth, and the other gathering magical power, firing cannonballs, causing a grand explosion to appear midair.
"Bone-Burning Sun!"
The flame-engulfed Reiger slashed down a large vortex of fire below, incinerating countless Moirses.
"■■■■■■■■■■■——!"
The large Moirs roared in anger, once again gathering magical power.
The great battle was about to erupt.