Chapitre 913: -901- Reflect properly
"————"
In this instant, the entire world seemed to be dyed white, robbing the battlefield of all its colors.
The surging magical power roared.
Terrifying forces howled.
As if sacred flames were incinerating everything, the white light illuminated the heavens and the earth, obliterating all within.
The atmosphere vanished.
The earth vanished.
The origin vanished.
The flames vanished.
In the battlefield surrounded by eighteen Primordial Runes, everything was annihilated. The unfortunate wyverns, covered within, didn't even have time to scream before dissipating like smoke, and the fourteen dragon corpses were turned into dust.
Where the white light passed, scenes of destruction continued to unfold.
————"Great God's Inscription (Ochd Deug Odin)."
Although this Noble Phantasm was only ranked A, it was undeniably an anti-fortress Noble Phantasm. Its range and power, compared to other Noble Phantasms of the same rank, were incomparable.
A corner of the battlefield was completely covered by this white light, and it couldn't settle for a long time.
"Ergh... Aaaahhhhh!"
In the center of the white light, the mad king endured this terrifying power, eventually sounding like a defeated beast, screaming in pain.
The legendary sea-beast bone armor on his body crumbled inch by inch, eventually showering down like dust, revealing the true form of Cú Chulainn.
Then, under the burning of the annihilating white light, Cú Chulainn's body continually collapsed, and he was eventually blown away entirely.
As for the one who caused all this, under the storm created by the white light, the entire person was also blown away.
"Senpai!"
Without hesitation, Mash immediately rushed to Rozen's side, tightly embracing him, protecting him.
The white light continued to ravage, burning and incinerating the surrounding area.
When everything finally subsided, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed.
"Clang..."
With the fading glow of each Primordial Rune, the white light finally disappeared, having accomplished its mission and retreated.
"Hiss..."
In the space covered by the white light, the earth emitted heat, producing smoke, proving that everything just now was not a dream.
Not long after, everything returned to calm.
"Did we... succeed?"
Mash, who was hiding behind the shield along with Rozen, expressed her lack of confidence.
"Whoo..."
Rozen, already without the strength to react, could only exhale, replenishing his depleted energy by drawing upon the spiritual energy of the shikigami. He managed a faint smile.
On this battlefield, besides this pair of young man and girl, both dragonkind and wyverns were nowhere to be found.
Including the wyverns summoned by Rozen, they had all disappeared.
The only one left behind was a person.
No, it should be said, half a person.
His body was now in ruins, not only his lower half was completely gone, even his left side was missing. Only a torso connected by the head, chest, and right hand remained.
This was the current state of Cú Chulainn.
"...Did I lose?"
Cú Chulainn lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, speaking as if in a trance.
There was no need for words; even this mad king, having become like this, could no longer continue the battle.
"This end, is suitable for the mad you, Setanta."
A voice responded to him.
Cú Chulainn forced his eyes to turn, looking to the side.
There, leaning on her arm, Scáthach, covered in wounds, looked down at him.
Looking at Scáthach like this, Cú Chulainn spoke coldly.
"I didn't expect that you would actually teach all of the Primordial Runes to that human Master."
Obviously, this was a situation that not even Cú Chulainn had anticipated.
"I told you, when it comes to magic, his talent is not inferior to yours, and might even surpass you."
Scáthach gave a matter-of-fact response.
"I admit it." Cú Chulainn said indifferently, "To be able to master the Primordial Runes in just a few days in this singularity and even unleash them all to form this Noble Phantasm, as a human, he surpasses anyone."
"That's why he's worth teaching," Scáthach said calmly, "Perhaps, my long-cherished wish can be fulfilled by him."
She was referring, of course, to the matter of being killed.
The queen of this foreign land valued talents that could train individuals capable of killing her. In the past, Cú Chulainn was the one Scáthach had the highest expectations for.
Now, Rozen had become such a person.
However...
"Give it up, monster." Cú Chulainn glanced at Scáthach, indifferent, and said, "Someone who can kill fourteen true dragon won't be dying any time soon."
Indeed.
Those dragons were genuine dragon kind, the strongest entities among the Phantasmal Species, each comparable to a powerful Servant.
Otherwise, the arrival of the twenty-eight dragons would not have caused such a stir.
Scáthach being able to kill fourteen of those true dragon was essentially equivalent to single-handedly defeating fourteen formidable Servants.
Perhaps, only Scáthach could accomplish such a feat?
After all...
"Whether giants, dragons, or gods, I've killed them all. After Medb's defeat, dealing with those rebellious, uncontrollable dragons, was simple."
Scáthach's tone was filled with calm confidence.
Only this queen of the foreign land, who had even killed gods, could find the weakness of the dragons in such unfavorable conditions and seize the opportunity to use her Noble Phantasm to eliminate them.
A sure-kill Noble Phantasm coupled with the wisdom to seize any opportunity for victory—who could rival that?
Of course, even for Scáthach, killing fourteen genuine dragon kind came at the cost of numerous wounds.
And the main contributor to Cú Chulainn ending up like this was undoubtedly Scáthach.
After all, the final shot not only pierced Cú Chulainn's abdomen but also immobilized him in space, making him unable to resist and ultimately leading to his defeat.
In other words, Scáthach had used her own Noble Phantasm on Cú Chulainn in the very end.
That was the only way Rozen could use the Primordial Rune to deal with Cú Chulainn.
No matter what...
"If my disciple goes mad, as a teacher, it's only natural to send you off properly."
Scáthach spoke to the fallen Cú Chulainn.
"After returning to the Throne, reflect properly, you fool."
With that, Scáthach reached out, forcefully plunging into Cú Chulainn's chest.
"Splurt!"
With a tearing sound, Scáthach pulled something out from Cú Chulainn's body.
It wasn't internal organs but a radiant golden chalice.
"I'll consider this as a welcome gift for my new disciple."
Scáthach said to Cú Chulainn without a hint of nostalgia.
"...Old fox."
Those were Cú Chulainn's final words left for Scáthach.
Immediately afterward, Cú Chulainn's entire body emitted radiance, turning into brilliant light particles, gradually disappearing.
Scáthach watched the departure of her once most outstanding disciple.
Soon after, she turned slowly in the direction of her future most outstanding disciple and walked away.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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