nashuaworldcup Chapter 863 King Arthur's Resurrection, Luvia's Mobility
Chapter 863 King Arthur's Resurrection, Luvia's Mobility
Chapter 863 King Arthur's Resurrection, Luvia's Mobility
"The magic is stirring; I can feel the power of the earth's veins beneath my feet converging here!"
As soon as Luvia finished speaking, a clap of thunder sounded in the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw that the sky, which was covered with dark clouds, was already filled with lightning.
The thick, dark clouds began to slowly rotate.
"That's... the Vortex of Origin?!"
The thing that magicians had always dreamed of seeing suddenly appeared before her. As Luvia's heart raced, she did not forget the dangers that some magicians had recorded for their predecessors, dangers that those who tried to step into the Root might face. Her eyes scanned the dark surroundings and she quickly found what she was looking for.
"Watch out, the guardian of the Scales of Order is about to appear!"
As everyone was shocked by the vortex of nothingness gradually forming above their heads, Luvia's voice brought them back to their senses. The group looked in the direction Luvia was pointing and saw magic runes beginning to materialize on the lawn not far away.
"That is—"
"The spirit summoning array will block all those who attempt to touch the source. The guardians of the Scales of Order, and the heroic spirits that will appear later, will be the executioners of this force!"
Luvia's explanation made everyone understand what kind of enemy they were about to face.
"Fear not! We are the guardians of the tombs, and we will protect this resurrection ritual even at the cost of our lives!"
The old village chief roared, "The vortex of origin has emerged! Clearly, this time it really can resurrect King Arthur."
"Yad!"
Gray took off the birdcage she carried with her and grabbed the sentient Mystic Code inside. As a replica of the Holy Lance and LogosReAct, one of the Seven Great Weapons of Atlas, Ad quickly transformed into a large scythe, which Gray held in her hand.
"I've never tasted what a Heroic Spirit tastes like before. I'll have to try it out later~"
This talking gown emitted a cackling laugh.
The old gravedigger, Bersak, gripped his shovel tightly with both hands.
The others, like him, gripped their grave-digging tools tightly, preparing for the fierce battle to come.
As Broly continued chanting his resurrection spell, the vortex of origin in the sky was fully formed.
The collective consciousness of primates, Alaya, and the planetary will, Gaia, the two major suppressive forces of the Type-Moon world, descend simultaneously.
However, after descending and seeing clearly who the culprit was that caused their awakening, the vortex of origin in the sky experienced a momentary pause.
Not far away, the summoning circle for heroic spirits, which was about to form, suddenly stopped and then rapidly dissipated. Even the earth's spiritual energy, which had gathered on the surface, flowed back into the ground, and the vortex of origin began to shrink.
Seeing this, everyone who was prepared to fight a fierce battle with the descending guardians was stunned and completely confused about what was going on.
"Hey, you two, don't go! I need to ask you for a soul, the one I resurrected. Please help me find it."
Broly, who had finished reciting the incantation but hadn't felt his soul return to its place, hurriedly shouted towards the Root Vortex in the sky, which was beginning to shrink.
However, the vortex at the root seemed oblivious and continued to shrink.
"If you don't help, then don't blame me for finding it myself."
While maintaining the resurrection spell, Broly raised his hand and began to condense an energy blast.
It was also after the energy blast was condensed that the shrinking vortex of origin in the sky stopped shrinking.
After a while, the summoning circle for the heroic spirits appeared out of thin air in front of Broly by two invisible forces. The guardian of the scales of order finally appeared, and a girl in a blue battle dress appeared in the summoning circle.
"Excuse me, are you my Master?"
Artoria opened her eyes and saw the burly young man in front of her who seemed to be her summoner, and asked this classic question.
[Target discovered: Artoria Pendragon, happiness level previously 0]
Bro used the Crystal Palace to confirm the identity of the heroic spirit before him, then nodded towards the vortex of origin in the sky.
"The goods are fine, thank you for your help. If you need my help in the future, please feel free to contact me."
Upon hearing this, the two suppressive forces fell silent for a moment, and then a synthesized sound, like countless voices, emanated from the void vortex: "Good."
After the sound was emitted, the vortex of origin in the sky quickly closed. If it weren't for the fact that the sky was still covered with dark clouds, people would probably think that the scene just now was an illusion.
"Miss Artoria, I am not your Master, I am your resurrected one."
At this moment, Broly turned his head and looked at Artoria, who was in a daze.
"Resurrected One? What do you mean? Didn't I come here to fight the Holy Grail?"
Artoria was somewhat puzzled. She carefully explored her own consciousness and found that this time, no unfamiliar common sense was directly inputted into her brain.
"Forget it, let's talk about explanations after you're alive."
Broly flashed in front of Artoria.
Wow, that was fast!
Artoria was shocked and instinctively tried to jump back to create some distance, but Broly grabbed her neck with his large hand.
"Clang~"
The invisible holy sword struck the boy's arm, producing a metallic clang, yet it did not cause him the slightest harm.
"How is that possible?!"
Artoria's eyes widened. Although she only intended to use her attack to force back the person grabbing her neck and did not intend to cut off the other person's hand, she had not expected that her holy sword could not even break through the person's skin.
"Get in here."
Broly ignored what Artoria, in her Heroic Spirit form, was thinking, led her to the coffin, and pressed down on the remains inside, which had already been restored.
The soul returned to its place, the resurrection magic ended, and the soul and body were stitched together. After a short while, King Arthur's eyelashes twitched in the coffin.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a face very close to hers.
"How are you feeling?"
Broly has never resurrected anyone outside of the DanMachi world, but he'd like to know how Artoria, who was the first to do so, felt about her resurrection.
"You feel a bit heavy. Who are you? How did you bring me back to life?"
Artoria was conscious during the final soul-body stitching in the resurrection magic, and she had roughly deduced her own situation, hence her question.
"My name is Broly, we've met before."
Broly introduces himself.
"Broly? We've met before?"
Artoria looked puzzled, clearly unable to recall when she had met the person in front of her.
"The Fourth Holy Grail War, Fuyuki City, Irisviel, Kiritsugu Emiya —"
Broly uttered a few key words.
"Ah, you're that boy who can eat even more than me and has a monkey tail?!"
'
After being reminded, Artoria remembered.
"right."
Broly nodded.
"But why did you resurrect me?"
Artoria was a little confused, but she quickly thought of the boy who had openly invited her to be his wife back then.
Could it be that...?
Artoria had an idea in her mind. Having just been resurrected, her face hardened as she thought about how to refuse.
"Do you want to lie in a coffin and listen to my explanation?"
Broly held out his hand to her.
"Uh—thank you."
Artoria did not refuse the kindness, took the hand offered by the boy, and used it to get up and leave the coffin.
She was surrounded by a group of people she didn't know at all.
Looking at her, he seemed somewhat agitated.
The gaze, however, felt familiar to Artoria; it was that of someone who placed their hopes on her, the king.
"This is Grey, my future wife."
Broly pulled the gravedigger girl closer, and Artoria looked at the gray-haired girl who looked eight or nine parts like herself, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"I resurrected you, precisely for her sake—"
Immediately afterwards, Broly recounted the situation of Blackmore Village and Gray to Artoria, who had just been resurrected by him.
"I see."
After hearing this, Artoria felt relieved. She thought that the boy had resurrected her because he wanted to treat her younger self.
"Grey, from now on, you shouldn't be afraid to look in the mirror anymore."
After explaining everything to Artoria, Broly pulled the gravedigger girl aside and happily spoke to her.
"Um.
""
Grey responded softly, her happiness level rapidly increasing, and she moved her petite body closer.
"Thanks----"
Broly heard the gravedigger girl's thanks, while Gray wrapped her arms around his waist.
"No need to thank me, we're all family."
Broly reached out and ruffled Grey's soft head, then replied with a single sentence.
The dark clouds dispersed, the sun shone down, and Luvia watched from the side.
This must be what happiness looks like.
Seeing Grey's slightly flushed face and affectionate expression as she leaned against Broly, enjoying the boy's head pat, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
In contrast to the warm atmosphere on Broly's side, the atmosphere at the coffin was somewhat tense for Artoria and the people of Blackmoa Village.
Although the village of Brakmoya is home to a clan of tomb keepers who guard her grave, the problem is that this duty of guarding the grave was given to her by Morgan.
Who is Morgan? She is Artoria's nominal older sister, but also her nemesis. Her life's work is to cause trouble for Artoria and plot various schemes to harm her.
Morgan is inextricably linked to Artoria's death and Britain's demise. Now, the people of Blackmore Village are actually calling on her, hoping to rebuild Great Britain in this era. Isn't that ridiculous?
"I haven't drawn my sword against you, which is already out of consideration for the many years you've guarded my grave—"
Artoria's expression was cold, and she spoke without any politeness. The gravediggers of Blackmore Village were not her descendants, but rather a clan created by her scheming older sister who had tricked her to death, using her blood to create a clan that possessed her bloodline.
The resurrected King Arthur had no intention of becoming their leader, which dealt a significant blow to the village chief and elders of Brakmoia.
"Then, King Arthur, please, in consideration of the many years our village has guarded your remains, grant us some protection. No need for any trouble, just show your face and declare this place to the world as your territory."
"it is good."
Artoria looked at the old village chief and ultimately did not refuse his second-best request.
It's impossible for her to lead the people left behind by Morgan to start a new Great Britain.
But it's still acceptable to only protect the village that has been guarding its own grave for many years.
But what should I do next?
Artoria made a contract with the Counter Force to become a Heroic Spirit in order to pursue the Holy Grail and save Great Britain.
But now, she has been resurrected in this era, and Great Britain has been extinct for over 1,500 years.
After showing herself in the village and receiving a great deal of worship from the villagers, it quickly became evening. Back in the room prepared for her in Brackmore Village, Artoria felt somewhat lost.
[It's impossible to commit suicide and return to Valhalla.]
She looked at the replica holy sword in her hand, hesitating whether to stab herself in the neck.
"Knock knock knock~"
Just then, a sound came from outside the window.
"Who?"
Artoria looked over instinctively.
"it's me."
Then Broly was seen floating outside the window.
"What's up so late?"
Artoria walked over, opened the window, and asked directly.
"My mother-in-law, Irisviel, knows that I have resurrected you, so she asked me to invite you to her house."
Broly didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose for coming so late at night.
"I wonder, Miss Artoria, what do you think?"
Artoria hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, since she had nowhere else to go anyway.
Staying in Brackmore Village is impossible, so it would be good to see some acquaintances from Irisviel's era.
Broly delivered the message and then left.
When he returned to Gray's house in the village, he had already informed Illya through the group chat that Artoria had accepted the invitation, and asked her to tell Irisviel.
"Broly————"
Just as he finished showering and was about to go to his room, Luvia stopped him.
"Is there something you need?"
Broly looked at the girl blocking his way with some confusion and asked.
"There are some things I'd like to discuss with you. Could you come to my room for a moment?"
Luvia said, biting her lip.
Is she really trying to seduce me?
Broly, remembering the private message Rin Tohsaka had sent him that morning, didn't refuse the invitation.
What do you want to talk about?
'
Following Luvia to the guest room Magtan had arranged for her, Broly asked bluntly.
What do you think of me?
"Which aspect are you referring to?"
"It's about looks—"
"It's quite pretty."
"Really?"
Luvia's eyes lit up.
"I have no reason to lie to you."
Broly nodded. Luvia was indeed quite beautiful, a typical fair-skinned, beautiful young lady from a wealthy family.
"So, if I wanted to date you and become your wife, what would you say?"
"I won't refuse, but let me make it clear first that my attitude towards you will definitely not be as good as my attitude towards Gray or Rin."
"I understand that. After all, you have good relationships with them, but your relationship with me is just a casual acquaintance. But I will try my best."
Having witnessed Broly resurrect Artoria and enable her to communicate directly with the Counter Force, Luvia made the decision to throw herself at Broly.
Of course, Luvia's interest in Broly didn't just appear today; there had been signs of it before. It was only after seeing something extraordinary today that she took concrete action.
"Don't make any promises you can't keep. Becoming my wife means you'll have to satisfy my desires."
"I know that. Although I have no practical experience in this, I do have some theoretical knowledge. In the name of the next head of the Edfeldt family, I assure you that even if this is my first time satisfying a man's desires, the result will definitely not be worse than anyone else's, and I will not disappoint you."
Luvia was bold and decisive; she walked over and immediately squatted down.
"Hiss, Luvia, wait a minute—"
"What's wrong, Broly? You're not going to tell me you want to back out at a time like this, are you?"
"No, it's just that I need to confirm our relationship first, Miss Luvia Celinta. Are you really willing to be my wife?"
The invitation from the Crystal Palace appeared in Luvia's mind.
She looked up at Broly with some confusion.
"You can think of it as my special magic trick; any wife of mine has it."
"I see. Okay, I'm willing."
Without hesitation, she agreed immediately.
"Yes, Miss Luvia, you can continue."
That evening, at Grey's house, Broly had a deep and easy-to-understand discussion with Luvia about important life matters.
"Senior Luvia, did you not sleep well last night?"
The next day, Gray looked at Luvia who kept yawning and couldn't help but ask her.
"I slept pretty well, but I did my pre-bedtime exercise too late, so I didn't get enough sleep."