The sealed world, the crossroads.
Ever since the hellhounds were successively destroyed by Moran, and then skeletal behemoths emerged from the dark mist.
Both the British Chelon Canticle Brigade and the police force.
They stayed in the area opened up by Moran's awe-inspiring divine aura, resisting the fierce beasts that attacked from the dark world.
"Haaah—!!"
One of the policemen swung a heavy punch at the skeletal behemoth.
His hands were tightly gripping gauntlets imbued with the aura of Noble Phantasms, and a concrete image like an explosion echoed in mid-air.
The power was astonishing.
It had already reached the realm of Servants.
However, the skeletal behemoth did not waver in the slightest.
No matter how big the gap, being hit head-on by such an attack should have caused some reduction.
But the opponent's tenacity and durability were on another level.
The skeletal behemoth merely trembled slightly.
"How can this be—!?"
The policeman wielding the gauntlet Noble Phantasm exclaimed in astonishment.
Not only him, but the other policemen who saw this scene were stunned.
The hellhounds would at least react to this attack, but the skeletal behemoth didn't even move.
However, this was just a prelude.
"Guh, aaaaaah—!!"
Along with the gauntlet, bodies were entangled in the dark mist.
Along with the policeman's fist, they all festered together.
As if corroded by sulfuric acid.
The fist emitting the glow of a Noble Phantasm dissolved and dissipated, and the policeman's fist also revealed bare bones.
What entered his eyes was his agonizing figure.
Whether it was due to fighting spirit or harboring a desire for revenge, the policeman with corroded hands gritted his teeth fiercely.
As if saying that this was not over yet.
He twisted his body in mid-air and kicked out in the opposite direction.
"Uwaaaaaah—!!"
Unfortunately, the result was still the same.
The moment his right leg struck the skeletal behemoth, the dark mist also made intimate contact with his right leg.
Not only was the skeletal behemoth undamaged.
Instead, it crippled the policeman's hands and feet.
Just as the dark mist erupting from the skeletal behemoth was about to completely devour the policeman.
Rumble—!!
A surge of boundless golden magical energy surged up.
It scattered the attacking dark clouds in one fell swoop.
"If you don't want to die, don't act rashly. This is not a battlefield that mortals can touch."
Moran's figure reappeared in the eyes of the crowd.
He held a golden magic sword in his hand.
His body exuded etheric magical energy sufficient to isolate the dark clouds, as well as a divine aura that made people's hearts tremble.
"If you have the resolve to surpass mortals, you can try to throw yourselves into it. However, the consequences afterwards cannot be easily predicted… I am also very curious."
Moran sized up the crowd with interest.
Then, he aimed the magic sword in his hand at a skeletal behemoth, and the atmosphere obediently screamed in accordance with his will.
Immediately afterwards, a golden aurora torrent erupted.
It once again devoured the behemoth.
In the radiance that was so tyrannical that it could erase the colors of all things, Moran's figure was so clear and heroic.
"…That is the king who is enough to make the British people…follow one after another…and dedicate their lives to…"
John stared at this majestic figure.
Even his soul was intoxicated in this magnificent sight, knowing that this was just the tip of the iceberg of that king.
But even just this slight fragment was unbearable.
Just casting a gaze required all his strength.
"Long live our king! May his glory last forever!"
The members of the Chelon Canticle Brigade witnessed this scene.
No one did not admire the king's majesty.
They let out frenzied shouts that tore their hearts and lungs.
Magnificent, vivid, suppressing everything seen, and swallowing even the soul—
"How magnificent…"
Lorelei gazed at Moran, who was right in front of her.
Guarding this great king.
Although the distance between them was only a short distance, it felt so far away.
From the bottom of her heart, she was moved to be able to serve this king.
But any tears would be a stain.
All she could do was gaze at the king's back and offer her respect.
From who knows when, the situation changed drastically.
As if responding to Moran, who had unleashed such radiance, terrifying changes occurred throughout the world.
On the concrete city streets with no traces of age, rats poured out in large numbers from countless cracks, and violent black hurricanes raged everywhere.
Crowds of crows circled around, and these things that were reminiscent of death were not only surrounding the crossroads, but the city streets within sight were also beginning to be surrounded and engulfed.
At the same time, the reactions of the magical beasts became agitated.
The darkness that had devoured the city continued to echo, and songs of roaring like curses entered the ears of Moran and the others.
As if the world itself was wailing and lamenting.
Or—the gurgling cry of a newborn baby.
"This is the path of death."
"The underworld, the road to the underworld."
"It is the judge, it is the gospel."
"Eternal rest, and pain."
Such sounds echoed continuously from the pitch-black clouds.
The vibrations were like demonic sounds entering the ears.
Even when people covered their ears, they could still hear it, directly transmitted to the brains of all living beings.
"Heh, then let's try it… whether death itself can truly come to an end."
Moran seemed to regroup.
He twisted his body and plunged the sword in his hand into the ground, and the world around him was distorted in color.
It was as if two enormous forces were vying for territory.
The world, originally tinged with gray, regained its color, clearing all the aura of death from within.
Moran cleared a hundred meters of death aura around him.
Vivid blood color flowed in the air.
For the two groups of the Chelon Canticle Brigade and the police, it was like falling from the underworld into a pool of blood.
An excessive life force filled this space.
As if responding to Moran's words.
The golden magecraft sword gradually merged into this space, and all kinds of magical beasts and divine beasts emerged from the earth.
"I am the sword."
"I am the beast."
"I am thirst."
"I am hunger."
"I am the existence that carries death, I am the existence that plays death, I am death, I am death, death, death, death, death—!!"
Emotionless roars buried the false world.
Two completely different forces confronted each other.
The current Moran is the "life" opposite of death.
He is also the best opponent for the Pale Rider.