The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

Caster's face became gloomy, she looked at Fujimaru Tachika who was standing beside her with her hands on her chest, but her gaze went directly over the Phantom Fall.

"Merlin!"

Two-in-one chapter Daze

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Chapter 216: Episode : Lament of the Heartless Fairy

2023-07-29

Lancelot leaned forward slightly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

——The feeling it gives people has changed.

A terrifying and huge magical power spread out from the opponent's body to the surroundings. Such a powerful magical power was like facing a mirror fairy, so urgent that it made people breathless.

The smile full of fighting spirit and vigilance that she showed when she met an equally matched opponent on her face quickly melted away like snow encountering the scorching sun, and was replaced by a hollow expression that did not look like that of a living person.

Faced with that expression, Lancelot felt as if he was facing an exquisite moving puppet.

Now, this small doll with obvious fairy features raised its head, and Lancelot's figure was reflected in its two eyes, one blue and one gold.

"Merlin sent you here, didn't he?"

Apparently the other party had not thought of letting Lancelot speak, and she answered to herself: "I am not wrong, that kind of illusion can only be performed by a nightmare like Merlin."

As she spoke, the magic notebook that was floating beside her began to tremble at a very high frequency with a very small amplitude.

The next moment, the small notebook was flipped through, skipping the first twelve pages in succession. The pure black cover of the last page, which seemed to be filled with an ominous aura, emitted a circle of dark magic.

Lancelot, knowing that things were developing in an unpredictable direction, immediately stepped forward with his sword in hand, but the sudden and violent wind magic turned into a violent turbulence that hit Lancelot all over.

He crouched once again to lower his attack area, took one step, then the second step, and Lancelot finally approached Caster. He raised the sword in his hand tremblingly, but his elbow was suddenly grabbed before he could raise the sword.

The iron-like cold touch was caught on Lancelot's elbow. Lancelot turned around in shock, only to find a silent knight wrapped in a black and red armor.

——When did it appear?

There was a gleam in Caster's eyes, and Lancelot hurriedly closed his eyes. However, this time it was no longer simply a medium of charm. The black and red armor that was originally lifeless and was just a machine following Caster's instructions suddenly raised its head, and a ray of scarlet divine light flashed from the gap in the head armor.

Lancelot was shocked by this series of strange changes. He immediately turned around and kicked the Black and Red Knight in the abdomen, but the opponent just slightly arched his body as if he didn't hear it. The next moment, Lancelot was thrown out.

Caster closed the book in his hand with force, and a bloody magic power surged out from the cover of the first page, but this magic power passed through Lancelot and directly wrapped around the black and red armored hand standing quietly in place.

The blood-colored magic power became condensed and eventually turned into a giant heavy sword that was half a person's height.

Lancelot stood up somewhat awkwardly.

"Knight's puppet."

Although it was only a brief fight, Lancelot was certain that the opponent was by no means a conscious object - he didn't even know whether he was just fighting against a moving suit of armor.

The black and red armor seemed to have finally responded to the movement of Lancelot. After seeing that Lancelot was able to crawl up, bloody red magic power evaporated from the black and red armor.

Lancelot looked at the huge puppet in front of him, and stared at the opponent's heavy sword wrapped in blood with a little fear.

——While dealing with the knight puppet in front of him, he also needs to be on guard against Caster’s magic.

He suddenly thought of something and immediately turned to look at the place where Caster had been. As expected, there was no one there.

——So he hates these magicians. What do they think of duels?

There was a muffled sound when the armor collided, and the black-red armor burst out with explosive power that did not belong to his physique. In an instant, he raised his big sword across a short distance and approached Lancelot who was holding the sword in front of him.

……

Taking advantage of the night, the silver-haired half-nightmare girl carried the unconscious girl on her back and headed deep into the forest.

She glanced at the girl behind her with some dissatisfaction, but her pace did not slow down at all.

"It's obviously more fun to stay in Heaven."

With this in mind, Merlin had no choice but to gradually intervene in the special state between dreams and reality with the characteristics of a half-nightmare.

Her silver hair flew in the air, and a gust of wind brushed across her face, leaving a thin trail of blood that slid down a few strands of hair from her temples.

The special state that had originally stabilized was instantly broken, and Merlin stopped.

She raised her head and looked straight at the night sky. As she gazed, a vague human figure emerged in the originally empty forest.

A figure flashed and appeared in front of her the next moment.

"You are……"

Looking at the expressionless, fairy-like, delicate girl standing in front of him, Merlin frowned and pursed his lips in a somewhat wary manner.

"Give her back to me."

"Ah, it's you." Merlin's brows relaxed. She wanted to lay Fujimaru Ritsuka flat in the woods, but Caster in front of her immediately threw out a blanket.

Caster didn't say anything, she raised her chin, her eyes were cold but she expressed her meaning clearly.

"It seems that Lancelot was blocked by your puppet."

She was not worried that her partner would be killed, as she knew her disciple.

Merlin noticed the other person's face, which was so cold that it looked like a delicate doll. She raised the corners of her mouth, and her eyes curved slightly to reveal a peaceful smile: "Hey, you care about her so much. Then you should know that what I am doing now is good for her."

The wind blade brushed against Merlin's side face and split the tree trunk behind him in two, and Merlin turned half of his body to face Caster again with a smile.

"Finally, you are too lazy to even pretend your expression now... As expected, your cold expression is much more comfortable than the tsundere expression you pretended to be before."

The whispering wind magic wrapped around Caster was silently preparing for the next attack.

"What's up with her."

"I just let her sleep. I want to get her away from here."

The wind blade gushed out again, and countless invisible blades rushed towards Merlin's body and the surrounding space frantically.

Merlin's figure was instantly swallowed by the wind blade, like smoke stirred into a ball by a whirlwind.

"You know I'm here."

The next moment, Merlin's voice came from the sleeping Fujimaru Ritsuka. The silver-white half-nightmare girl leaned against Fujimaru Ritsuka and waved at Caster, with an annoying smile on her lips: "Sure enough, even after being assimilated by a fairy, you are still so dishonest."

"But that doesn't stop me from killing you."

The corners of Caster's eyes suddenly curved, and a murderous aura surged from her.

The wind whisper magic dissipated, and the magic formula engraved on the seventh page of the notebook began to boil like fire.

——Although I don’t know what it is, it is definitely not a magic that is friendly to half-nightmares.

Thinking of this, Merlin was not panicked at all. She took a half step back and placed the sleeping Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of her, and placed one hand on the girl's throat in a formal manner.

"Don't move, or I'll kill her immediately."

Although Merlin was smiling, her eyes were unusually calm.

Caster tilted his head, and the seventh magic seal quickly melted, and circles of dark golden magic ripples protruded upward from the surface.

Merlin immediately jumped up holding Fujimaru Ritsuka, and took several steps back. Merlin stared in fear at the slowly dissipating golden magic chain.

——A confinement magic specialized for fairies.

If caught, she probably wouldn't even have the strength to move.

"Stop, I'm really going to kill someone."

She used some force to place her hand on Fujimaru Ritsuka's throat, and the girl's face immediately showed a look of pain due to difficulty breathing.

Caster walked forward slowly, confusion evident in her eyes as she looked at Merlin.

"It seems like you really have no feelings for her at all... Tsk, damn goblin." Merlin stepped back while observing the situation around him.

"But you're trying so hard to perform, is this child still useful to you?"

Seeing Caster's raised hand stop, Merlin smiled as expected, she continued holding Fujimaru Ritsuka hostage, facing Caster from a distance, and for a moment, neither side made a move.

The confrontation seemed endless, but Merlin was not impatient at all. She just needed to wait for dawn. Caster would definitely stop before dawn.

But the smile on Merlin's lips quickly disappeared. She heard the sound of horse hooves and the ground shook more and more rapidly.

——There are knights, or rather a group of knights, galloping towards this side.

Apparently, Caster, who was sitting opposite her, also sensed something unusual, and his delicate doll face frowned.

——It seems that the movement caused by the bandits was discovered by the knights patrolling nearby.

I just don't know whether the people who came are Lanmarok's subordinates from Lihe City or the knights from Torenfang City.

She was just about to control her familiar to attract attention, but as soon as her perception extended out, a feeling of being locked surged into her heart.

Magic chains rushed out from her feet, and circle after circle of golden chains tightly wrapped around the advancing white holy spear.

The golden chain followed the spear and wrapped around the white knight holding the spear, but the dull man with short gray hair easily broke free from the restraints with just a slight force of his arms.

Seeing the tip of the gun rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes, Caster's body was dragged backwards by the chain.

Seeing the battle breaking out on the other side, Merlin flashed and wanted to quietly take Fujimaru Ritsuka away.

But the Holy Lancer who had just forced Caster back did not choose to pursue. He turned silently and stabbed Merlin's retreating position with a spear.

Merlin gritted his teeth and pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka back to block the gun. Sure enough, a circle of entangled chains rose from the ground in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the chains collided with the tip of the gun, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Merlin seized the opportunity and distanced himself from the white-armored knight.

Caster twisted her figure and came to Merlin's side. She controlled the chain to wrap around Percival in reverse.

"Thank you." Merlin smiled wickedly and wanted to leave, but four chains rushed out from the opponent's feet and entangled Half-Nightmare's limbs.

Merlin's hands were forcibly torn apart, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who lost his support, immediately fell forward. The chain pulled open the blanket that Merlin had abandoned aside and steadily caught Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

"Uh..." He tried to pull his arms away but found that he couldn't break free at all. Merlin showed a helpless smile on his face: "I just wanted to help you."

Caster ignored Merlin. She had lost the energy to talk at this moment. While trying desperately to suppress Percival, she also had to focus on locking Merlin, which had exhausted all of Caster's energy.

Abandoning the control of Percival's body, Caster concentrated all his chains on the opponent's holy spear.

She had some idea of ​​how these puppets worked.

The Holy Lance was imprisoned, but Percival seemed unheard and struggled in vain with the chains.

But this is not a solution.

Caster glanced to the side. In the gap between the dense forests, several fully armed and solemn knights emerged, drew their swords and surrounded Caster and Merlin.

"Lord Percival."

The leading Austere Knight reported to Percival who was in the middle, but Percival naturally did not respond at all.

"You seem to be in trouble."

Merlin narrowed his eyes and smiled amusedly.

Caster's eyes flickered constantly. These reinforcements, the Knights of Justice, were just ordinary humans. They could be dealt with instantly by using the eighth magic, and Percival could also be dealt with at the same time.

But, no energy.

Caster knew that if he lost his concentration, Percival would break free in an instant.

"Would you like to cooperate with me? It's been a long time since we've met, master and disciple, fighting together." Merlin continued, narrowing her beautiful eyes: "As long as you let me go."

"I do not believe you."

Merlin heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Caster's answer. She looked around at the upright knights who were surrounding her in a circle. She wanted to delay a little longer, but she suddenly felt the chains on her body getting tighter and tighter.

"I swear! Self-enforcement spell! I sign this!"

Merlin spoke up immediately - she didn't want to end up in a fight with Caster. It didn't matter if she died. If Fujimaru Ritsuka really fell into the hands of "that guy", her real body would probably have a headache for a while.

The red chains that were part of the self-enforcing spell flashed from Merlin's body and finally melted into Merlin's chest.

"I will protect Fujimaru Ritsuka's safety. Those who violate their oaths will be punished by the magic seal."

As soon as the words fell, the golden chains wrapped around Merlin's limbs collapsed.

Merlin turned around to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka and immediately felt Caster's cold gaze.

"Yes, yes. Leave the other Knights of Justice to me."

Merlin moved her wrists and ankles, and as she stretched out her hand, a staff appeared out of thin air. Merlin chanted a spell, and as her staff pointed, a circle of dancing flames rushed towards the surrounding knights.

The elementary second-stage magic naturally could not kill the enemy. The cold light of the swords in the hands of the upright knights flashed, cutting off the blinding flames. Except for a very few unlucky knights, the others did not even have their armor scratched.