I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

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The calamity, as black as charcoal, raised itself, its filthy body resembling rotten mud falling from its surface.

Overall, it has a shape that closely resembles a hand.

Simply by staring at someone, one can feel a sense of mental and physical oppression.

His abdomen churned as if in a storm, unable to bear the sight of that being before him.

This is how fairies and humans feel.

"Is it impossible to eradicate...!?"

Du Wei realized that there was no solution.

Even if you slay the Hand of Calamity, it won't matter; what's meant to emerge from underground will still emerge.

The problem must be addressed at its root.

Only by going to Camelot, which your intuition tells you, can you succeed.

All the problems occurred there.

Du Wei first flew into Gloucester and went directly to the manor where Morgan and the others were.

"Duvie! What on earth happened? Didn't you say you wouldn't do anything harmful to Britain?!"

Molly immediately pressed Du Wei for answers.

The collapse only began after Du Wei left, so it's not surprising that she had such thoughts.

However, now is not the time to explain.

“I don’t know what happened yet. But, Morrigan, I can assure you that this problem wasn’t caused by me! The situation is urgent now, this isn’t the time to talk about these things!”

Du Wei stopped the conversation here for the time being.

After some questioning, it was learned that all the women were unharmed.

Artoria, Mordred, Atalanta, and other Servants were all facing the calamity on the city walls.

Morgan is currently in this room.

So it seems the problem wasn't with Du Wei, nor with Morgan.

Britain is maintained by the operation of the throne, and Morgan is the queen who controls the throne.

There are only two reasons why the curse might erupt.

First, the lack of control over the throne led to the collapse of the summoning system that maintained the fairies, causing all the fairies to become Morse.

Secondly, Britain's accumulated curses have reached their limit.

Currently, the latter is more likely.

According to the original plot, it shouldn't have reached its limit so quickly; it should have taken at least another hundred years.

Based on speculation, there is only one possible reason.

Something happened that Du Wei was unaware of.

This caused the accumulated curses in Britain to increase so much that even Morgan could no longer suppress them.

"The core of the curse lies in Camelot. Morgan, use the Water Mirror magic to transfer me to Camelot."

"Yes, I'll go too."

Morgan nodded slightly in response.

The anomaly was only noticed when the crash began.

It can only be said that Britain's tolerance had reached its limit; otherwise, it would not have been able to erupt under her suppression.

“Mollian, give up on Gloucester. No matter how you try to clean it up, the calamities underground will keep resurfacing. Go to Lentinion; there I have a way to help you protect yourselves.”

Du Wei gave Mollyan concise instructions.

He didn't have time to explain too much about the process; once they reached Lentinian and Morian, they would naturally understand.

Just as I flew back to Gloucester.

Du Wei quickly came up with a risk avoidance plan in his mind.

Better to be safe than sorry

Morgan's water mirror magic was quickly constructed, and she left two temporarily usable spells behind it.

One of them was for her and Du Wei to go to Camelot.

Another way is to help Morrigan teleport refugees to Lentinion; how many she can send depends on her luck.

"It seems this is the only way..."

Morian could say nothing more.

Now she knew how urgent the situation was; if she hesitated even a moment, it could lead to utter destruction.

At present, the only option is to arrange for the relocation of refugees.

Duvie's followers can buy the refugees enough time to evacuate by delaying Moss's attack.

Duve and Morgan set off for Camelot.

And so, Du Wei and Morgan found themselves in the water mirror magic.

The quickly composed incantation shone with a dazzling blue light, successfully sending the two away from this place.

Camelot is the source of the curse.

What awaits them there?

...divide...line...

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Chapter Seventeen: The Curse of Calamity - The Beast God [Please subscribe! Please vote!]

What comes into view is a main hall that is in ruins.

The building's roof, which had turned to charcoal, collapsed and turned to ash before hitting the ground, dissolving into the atmosphere.

The pure white, ornate quartz columns shattered and collapsed on both sides.

Blood was flowing from beneath the rubble.

The fairies who were originally inside the palace were smashed into mincemeat by the rubble, and all that could be seen were broken bricks and tiles.

Solemnity and splendor have vanished.

All that remains here is endless silence.

Behind the luxurious, dust-covered throne is a terrace overlooking the large cave, and that being resides within the cave.

K stood tall, looking down at Camelot with disdain.

Standing tall here is the decaying flesh that has existed for 14,000 years beneath the great hole, a sacrificial offering that existed during the creation of Britain.

Breathing became difficult.

Morgan wasn't the only one who felt this way; even Dewey was experiencing pressure for the first time in a long time.

The essence of the ritual was composed of curses, and its total height was the same as the bottom of the large hole, which was two to one thousand meters.

The god of this world stands here.

This is the Celtic who knows the underworld, the Beast King.

It is also the beginning of the creation of Britain.

Looking at it from a distance can cause chest pain and difficulty breathing.

It exudes a terrifying curse.

Its ominous figure and the unspoken meaning it conveyed were both terrifying.

As a god, K extends a helping hand to the fairies.

However, they were deceived and killed by the demons.

The witch that K loved had her life and dignity taken away by a fairy, and was divided into pieces of "humans" in Britain.

This has been the case for fourteen thousand years.

The demons who committed sins still prospered and flourished.

Calamity does not originate from hatred.