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

The Mirror Fairy's words were flat and her face was hidden in a layer of mist, but Fujimaru Ritsuka was sure that she was looking at her at this moment.

"You who are latecomers in human history, do you know that the six sword-making fairies have six different powers, and each person's power is different... and my power is prophecy."

"What about Caster? What is the power of the Rain Fairy that she fused with?"

"It's emotions." As if she had expected Fujimaru Ritsuka to ask this, the Mirror Fairy continued: "Her eyes can distinguish all emotions, hate, love, positive, negative, false, real."

"But these undisguised truths will drag the Rain Fairy into the abyss like a quagmire, making it difficult for her to see the truth amidst the filth. Perhaps this is why the Rain Fairy is called the Heartless Fairy."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pursed her lips. She felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity. She raised her head with such force that the hair on her forehead was thrown up. Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the Mirror Fairy with burning eyes, and her tone became difficult without her realizing it:

"She, who is Caster now? Is she Minako or the Rain Fairy?"

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't say anything, all her thoughts were revealed in one sentence.

"Why are you telling us this?" Lanmarok stepped forward to block the line of sight between the two sides. She looked at the Mirror Fairy vigilantly. It was obvious that this guy only needed to be a guide at the beginning and there was no need for him to act as a prophet.

"I will help you on the premise of satisfying my own selfish desires. I hope you can bring enough exciting drama before you leave."

"I will send a fairy to take you away."

The wind surged again, and the voice of the Mirror Fairy became ethereal and unreal, crushed by the wind and scattered in the air.

"Your dreams are my gift."

The fog came like flowing water, and when Fujimaru Ritsuka came to her senses, she raised her head and bumped into Caster, who was lying on the ground and gesturing to Lancelot with a branch. Caster also noticed Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze, and she waved over here with a peaceful smile on her face, looking defenseless.

However, she once again recalled the story told by the Mirror Fairy and the strange dreams she had had. Caster's cold expression, which was full of a sense of separation, appeared before her eyes.

She pursed her lips.

There was something genuine about Caster's smile.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know, but she smiled back at him just the same.

Don’t worry, I’ll explain it later.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 228: Siege Under the Cover of Night

The barren hillside outside the city of Torenfang, this towering hill almost goes straight into the sky. You only need to look up slightly to see the strange black and gray color of the night sky. This monotonous color creates a sharp contrast with the gorgeous colors of the fairy realm, but this is the real sky.

At this moment, the hills were sleeping peacefully in the night and the sounds of cicadas, but this tranquility was destined not to last long. At a certain moment, the originally peaceful night was like a lake with a stone dropped into it, and ripples appeared on it.

The next moment, a figure gradually emerged from the ripples. Ranmarok walked forward slowly, holding a gun in one hand and holding the white horse in the other. The white horse allowed Fujimaru Ritsuka to sit on its back and just followed Ranmarok obediently. Ranmarok looked around vigilantly, but all he saw was the night.

The familiar night scene made her breathe a sigh of relief. Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered her head and communicated with Caster on the other side of the fairy domain in the causal line for a while. After that, the girl faced Lanmarok's inquiring gaze and spoke:

"Caster is currently analyzing the channel connecting the fairy land and this side. It will take about 20 minutes. Lancelot... well, he was afraid that Caster would be hungry and eat the passing fairies, so he stayed over there to supervise."

Lanmarok did not have much objection to Caster's caution. She also knew that if she wanted to complete the tour in the dream of [another Minanako], she would have to rely on the special features of the fairy domain, but they could not put all their hopes on the illusory mood of the mirror fairy.

Therefore, they needed to let Caster master the method of entering and exiting the fairy realm first - relying on Lord Menachere's magical talent and the part of the rain fairy in her body, Lanmarok was not worried that the other party would not be able to analyze it.

Lanmarok sniffed the fresh air in the night sky, and her mind inevitably recalled some past events, and her eyes dimmed unconsciously. But Lanmarok didn't have much time to feel sad, as a loud snort pierced the deep darkness.

Reminded by her beloved horse, Lan Marok immediately came to her senses. Her body tensed a little and she subconsciously stretched out her free hand to calm the white horse's agitation to prevent it from throwing Fujimaru Ritsuka away. At the same time, Lan Marok raised the tip of her gun and looked in the direction of the white horse's hoof.

Suddenly, she noticed something unusual. The cicada chirping around her disappeared without her noticing.

"Master! There's something wrong!"

Without any hesitation, Lanmarok immediately reminded him.

Although he did not find anything unusual, out of trust in Ranmarok, Fujimaru Ritsukayo synchronized the information to the two people on the other side almost at the same time.

Just after the message was sent, the ground began to tremble slightly. Lanmarok's face turned cold. As a knight, she immediately realized the current situation.

The ground was shaking more and more violently, and a thin black line gradually appeared in the dim skyline. The black line quickly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just three or five breaths, it had approached Lanmarok.

--really!

A team of cavalry, fully armed knights quickly gathered in front of the hillside where there were two people and one horse. The cavalry spread out to the surroundings and surrounded the hillside in an encirclement formation.

"Caster said it will take some time to open the reverse channel."

Lanmarok didn't reply, she jumped on her horse and pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka off the horse. But the archers on horseback made her afraid to charge and tear apart the enemy's formation.

Before Lanmarok could reply, she blocked several arrows with the tip of her spear. She gritted her teeth and glared angrily at the knights who shot the arrows.

"Ms. Ranmaroku, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka's safety will be in my hands for now."

As the sound came, the space on the hill twisted again, and another figure stepped out from the ripples. Lancelot put one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and explained before Lanmarok asked, "That guy asked me to bring you a message."

"She said that at night, it takes the dream master at least half an hour to rush from the Holy City to Torun Square City. There is no need to consider additional factors for the time being."

With a flash of cold light, the two arrows were split in half by the royal blue knight's sword. Lanmarok took the time to turn her head. She glanced at Lancelot and pursed her lips reluctantly, but she knew that now was not the time to ask questions.

Lanmarok kicked the horse's belly, and the white horse immediately understood and carried Lanmarok towards the group of knights who were already heading towards the hillside.

The white horse carried the knight, like a sharp spear piercing into the flesh, the originally orderly encirclement formation was torn apart in an instant.

twenty minutes……

Lanmarok was confident that he could stop these ordinary knights.

Clang——!

The collision of the guns made a long buzzing sound, and Lanmarok paused in his forward charge.

This momentary pause broke Lanmarok's momentum of charging.

Lanmarok looked at the knight who blocked her spear with some surprise. He was wearing the same standard armor as other upright knights, but the force transmitted from the opponent's spear was not inferior to hers at all.

——This is a Servant!

There was no need to think, the Servant in front of her should be Percival, but Lanmarok couldn't figure it out. Percival, who was completely hit by her Noble Phantasm while he was defenseless, should have been eliminated.

The battlefield was not a place for thinking. Lanmarok's body acted before her brain. She turned her wrist and loosened her grip slightly to avoid the tip of the spear. At the same time, Lanmarok pulled the reins again, and the white horse understood and rushed to the side to avoid being overwhelmed by the knights who came later.

The Servant wearing the standard armor of the Orthodox Knights also gave instructions to the other Orthodox Knights in a low voice.

"Keep charging, leave her to me."

The voice was stiff, as if it was squeezed out by twisting the vocal cords forcefully, but Lanmarok still recognized that it was her colleague Percival.

——How dare you tarnish the honor of a knight like this.

Lanmarok's eyes turned cold, and her hand holding the lance trembled from the excessive force. The next moment, the magic power overflowing from the lance condensed into a bright blue, and this layer of light curtain was revealed from the darkness at an inopportune time.

But Lanmarok's target was not Percival who was rushing towards her again. She turned her horse's head, and the white horse let out a loud neigh, carrying Lanmarok straight towards the other side of the knights and the other solemn knights.

But before Lanmarok could throw a shot filled with magic power, a beam of golden light blocked Lanmarok's way.

The blazing air wave rushed straight towards Lanmarok, but fortunately the white horse jumped away early and was not swallowed by the spreading magical light column. By the time the golden light faded, a charred gully had been plowed out on the ground.

This ravine, like a cordon, silently explained certain rules to Lanmarok.

Lanmarok turned around and looked at Percival, who was also staring at her.

Percival had taken off his helmet without knowing when, revealing a face that looked a little like a young boy. He spoke but the voice that came out was not his own:

"Now we can have a proper duel to decide who is the strongest spear knight."

It was a woman's voice, full of malicious teasing, and it belonged to Minako.

"If you don't want the Holy Spear to affect the two people on the hillside."

Thanks for the reward from the independent world

It is normal to have doubts, so I suggest you read this volume together, so that most of your doubts (not too absolute) can be resolved

Chapter 230: The Seventh Rider Arrives in Response to Hope

2023-07-29

The hot breath that almost burned his trachea came out of his chest, and Lancelot's chest made a grunting sound like an old hair dryer, but even so he still did not put down the sword in his hand.

His vision was slightly obscured by the blood flowing from his forehead. This slight visual blind spot forced Lancelot to be extremely alert to deal with the surging enemies.

But after all, he was exhausted, and as soon as Lancelot slowed down, several spears broke through his defense and pierced his body.

"Um..."

A groan accidentally squeezed out from between Lancelot's teeth. Lancelot held his body tightly and did not retreat a single step. He flipped his sword and cut off the arm of the knight next to him.

Broken limbs and blood scattered on the ground. Lancelot raised his red eyes and swung his sword again to completely put an end to the few upright knights who broke through the defense line.

A healing blue light rose from the place where Lancelot was injured, quickly filling the gouged flesh and blood.

"Fujimaru, don't waste your extra magic energy on me..."

In fact, he was on the verge of exhaustion, but he still gritted his teeth and stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

His martial arts skills were indeed beyond those of the austere knights, but no matter how powerful he was, Lancelot was only a human being now, and his abilities only remained within the scope of humans. After continuous battles, his physical strength had already reached its limit.

But all these tiredness disappeared when Lancelot looked down the hillside and saw the pitch-black darkness that blocked out the sun.

How many enemies were there? He didn't know, but it was definitely much more than the ones he had defeated.

But the reason those knights didn't all rush up the hill and tear him to pieces was because of someone riding down the hill.

His "future" colleague, Lanmarok.

He didn't know that Percival was hidden among the knights fighting Lanmaroc, but he clearly saw that every time Lanmaroc attacked, he would avoid someone's pursuit, so he guessed that it was the enemy's Servant.

But even so, Lanmarok still attracted most of the enemies for them.

——That was a feeling of helplessness that was even more isolated and helpless than his own.

Lancelot understood this very clearly. He asked himself that if he was the one blocking the enemy at the bottom of the hill, he would definitely not be able to hold on for so long.

After deflecting the scattered arrows, Lancelot saw several knights rushing forward under the cover of arrows.

He gritted his teeth and raised his sword, but before Lancelot could make any new move, an upright knight rushed over and hugged Lancelot tightly with his body. Lancelot was obviously thrown off balance by this suicidal attack and could only watch as the remaining two knights got closer and closer to him.

The sword and the spear collided with the translucent magic film. Lancelot stared blankly at the two weapons so close to his cheek, and cold sweat had already covered his whole body.

"Are you still standing there waiting to die?!"

A roar of anger exploded in Lancelot's ears, and Lancelot finally woke up from the Knight's embrace. He drew his sword and struck two more times with it.

He turned to the other side, and Caster, who had appeared out of nowhere, also looked at him with a bad face, but her tone slowed down a little after her eyes fell on the wound on Lancelot's body that was still bleeding:

"Don't expect me to treat you. I don't have the energy."

She opened the magic shield and analyzed the reverse magic channel at the same time.

"How did you come?"

Lancelot relaxed, arching his back slightly to regain his strength.

"If I stay there alone, you will worry that I will run away by myself. I am afraid that you will not try your best to protect Fujimaru Ritsuka."

Lancelot remained silent without comment. He did have concerns in this regard before.

He was about to open his mouth to explain, but Caster gave the first hint: "It was Fujimaru. She was afraid that you couldn't hold on for too long by yourself, so she asked me to come over here to help."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked over here in confusion, but found that Caster was not looking at her at all. Caster's two-colored eyes were staring at Lancelot, and he looked away after a moment.

"Caster, are you...looking at Lancelot's emotions?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru couldn't help but recall the words of the Mirror Fairy. She pursed her lips and wisely didn't say anything.

"Hold on a little longer, it will be fine soon."

"You don't have that chance." A voice came from the other side. The bloodstained knight was thrown to the ground, and Percival raised his spear indifferently and pointed it at Caster.

A golden glow bloomed on the tip of the spear, and without giving Caster much opportunity to say anything, the next moment the holy spear collided with the magic film, and the third-rate magic that was temporarily put together was instantly defeated.

The blazing light instantly engulfed the three people, and by the time the light of the holy spear had completely dissipated, a burnt smell had already filled the air.

"Ok?"

Even through those rotten eyes, Percival's surprise could be seen. His training in long-term combat allowed Percival to see the whole thing at a glance - at the moment the Holy Lance broke through the shield, he used the scales on the back of Caster's Magic Notebook to block the light cannon.

But that was already her limit. She tried to stand up but stumbled and fell twice in a row. Finally, she could only support herself with her upper body to block Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Lancelot looked at Percival who was so close to him and tried to stand up, but as a human being, his hands and feet had already been paralyzed. He could only look up and look at Percival with a fierce look.

Percival ignored Lancelot's struggle, he raised his spear again, and the holy golden light condensed once again.