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

He heard Fujimaru Ritsuka's scream, he heard the hum of the air, he saw Gawain clamping the shield back with his left shoulder, he saw the white light bursting out from Calentin.

He saw everything, he heard everything, but he could do nothing. The blazing blood-red color enveloped his entire vision.

……

The magic notebook floated quietly in front of Caster's body.

Caster couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Killing Gawain, who had magical powers, with one strike under the suppression of the dream was not an impossible miracle. In fact, her eleventh magic was created for this purpose.

The originally empty pale yellow paper suddenly trembled slightly. At this moment, Caster slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were one gold and one blue. His bright eyes seemed to contain light, illuminating the notebook in front of him.

Giving up everything about being human, completely transforming the body into a rain fairy, letting the body fall into a cold and lonely world where one can no longer see faces and can only rely on memories to soothe the soul, and can only rely on colors to distinguish others.

The trembling paper seemed to be assimilated by the light, and a circle of dark red light curtain burned at the edge of the page. In the square enclosure formed by the light curtain, a thin line extended from the four corners, gathered towards the center of the page, and entangled into a ball at the moment of contact.

The dark red threads twisted like flexible blood snakes, and the hideous spell formed by them seemed to reach the abyss of the underworld. Once the spell was formed, it immediately gave off a chilling aura, but there was not a single magical fluctuation leaking out of it.

Caster curled her eyes, and put on a warm expression as if she wanted to smile, but the smile stopped abruptly at her eyes. There was no smile, no anger, no regret, no regret in her eyes. Like a puppet deprived of all emotions, Caster held the notebook in both hands and looked forward.

That feeling, just once was enough. If she didn't have strong enough emotions to serve as an anchor to call back her sanity, she might have fallen into madness in the endless darkness and wandering - before her death, she relied on her [love] and [possession] for Arthur to survive until the third month.

"The next thing is..."

The clear voice, as if filled with honey, was incompatible with the strange expression on her face. As she spoke, her voice became almost inaudible, and the forced smile on her face became increasingly broken.

Death would be much easier than this, but she couldn't let Ritsuka Fujimaru die at the hands of someone else - not even if it was another her.

The world in front of her eyes gradually became blurred, first the face, then the body and finally the scenery. The world with clear composition twisted and melted into a ball, and the field of vision turned into several beams of opposing colors.

The warm orange one is Ritsuka Fujimaru, the light blue one is the girl who merged with Galahad, and the deathly grey one should be Gawain.

She let out a light breath, and her eyes seemed to reflect the light she saw. Her lips moved, but what came out was not human words. The obscure pronunciation made the blood-colored ritual tremble along with the paper, and the coldness emanating from the center of the ritual spiraled upward.

Tick.

Bright red liquid dripped onto the ground, the color of blood, and the liquid filled up the ground the moment it hit the ground - it was not blood, but a liquid made up of extremely thick magic power.

"Ah……"

A sneer - it's not accurate to say that. Rather than a laugh, this cry was more like a cry of suppressed sadness. The red spell in the center of the paper industry began to expand until it engulfed the entire notebook. The dark red was gradually replaced by pure black, and the suppressed sound also suddenly became uncontrollably louder. Just like he couldn't suppress the laughter in his heart, Caster's laughter became more and more wanton and piercing. The color in front of his eyes darkened, deepened, and finally turned black.

Tyranny, bloodlust, betrayal, fear, loneliness, wandering.

“Hehehehahahahahahaha…”

A chill spread throughout her body from the inside out, and for some unknown reason, her body began to tremble violently.

Die die die die die——!

She opened her eyes wide desperately, but the world before her was nothing but meaningless colors.

There are about three minutes left until the sun sets.

Caster suppressed her crazy emotions. She estimated the time and decided to kill Gawain without leaving any trace.

But suddenly, her ears were filled with the scream of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

--What happened?

Caster thought, but her body moved before her.

Taking the bus home, just finished writing (sad)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 241: Scene : The Knight on the Lake

2023-07-29

The expected explosion did not come. On the contrary, Lancelot just felt a tightness in his chest. It was not the suffocation of [not being able to breathe], but the stagnation of magic power filling his whole body. His body seemed to be about to explode, but the magic power continued to be stuffed into it uncontrollably!

The red light flashed and disappeared, and Lancelot's vision was instantly restored. He looked at Mashu first - the girl's face was flushed, her body was bent inward, and she looked like she had swelled up for no reason, but other than that, she did not have any obvious external injuries.

But when Lancelot's eyes fell on Gawain in front of Matthew, his pupils shrank - Gawain's whole body was covered with a layer of dark scarlet liquid. These liquids rushed into Gawain's body through his nose, eyes and even the cracks in his skin as if they had life.

Those are all magic, high concentrations of pure magic.

But even so, Gawain was still not blown up directly. The sunlight shone on Gawain's body, causing a "sizzling" sound. His body, which had been strengthened three times, kept repeating the process of being torn and repaired. Countless white smoke rose from Gawain's body, interweaving with the scarlet magic ball and dyeing Gawain's body a hideous color.

But the setting sun was ultimately unable to hold back Gawain's candle-like body. His left arm exploded silently, and the blood mist that rose up drifted away, bit by bit blending into the scarlet magic liquid. Then, all parts of his body began to expand outwards.

"Solve it?"

Mashu murmured. She stared at the scene blankly, feeling that it was a little unreal.

But at this moment, Gawain, whose entire body was covered in scarlet, raised his head again. Before anyone could react, he took a step forward.

His legs exploded immediately, and the propulsion force generated by the explosion ejected Gawain's broken body, but the knight, who had long since turned into a puppet, simply mechanically raised his only remaining right arm, and the white light remained on the knight's sword, which was only entangled by three fingers.

The pain did not prevent the release of his treasure. The blazing white sun enveloped the small room. The sun set almost at the same time, but the brilliant white light bursting out from the sword almost replaced the sun, and the haze and darkness were dispelled.

Be it Mashu who had just relaxed, or Fujimaru Ritsuka who was unable to breathe due to the sudden increase in magic power in the air, everyone was too late to react at this moment, except for one person.

Lancelot, who had been observing Gawain, or even waiting for this scene, stood up at the same time Gawain started running. His soul dragged his tired body and he threw the sword in his hand at a speed that even surprised himself.

The sword known as [Undestroyed Lake Light] precisely crossed Gao Wen's wrist.Mash raised her large shield at the same time, and she only had time to stand in front of Fujimaru Tatsuka, trying to lower her body center of gravity as much as possible.

The two explosions occurred almost simultaneously, and just as Gawain's body was splashed with blood mist, it was enveloped by the brilliant magic power that erupted from the out-of-control sword. The scattered shock waves hit the quiet room in a chaotic and equal manner, and even the walls that had been strengthened by magic were still cracked by the surging magic power.

The spiraling flames blew away the roof, and when the magic power dissipated, the remaining flames continued to burn quietly.

Breathing out the scorching air, Mash protected Fujimaru Tachika with one hand and hurriedly pushed away the thick smoke with the other hand, and looked towards Lancelot's position.

"father!"

Lancelot, with his body charred, lay on the ground. In the dimness, he seemed to hear a call. He moved his feet and tried to prop up his arms to stand up, but his hands were completely out of control. When he opened his eyes, Lancelot found that half of his body had been blown to pieces.

He perked up, but thought it was the last gasp of the lake fairy, so he gave up the idea of ​​sitting up. He heard hurried footsteps, and Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka rushed to his side. The distance was getting closer and closer, so he could see Mashu's condition clearly. The girl had no obvious injuries, but her body was still stained with dust from the explosion. He was surprised to find that his mood was unexpectedly relaxed.

When Lancelot saw the injuries on Matthew's body, Matthew also noticed Lancelot's body. Her voice stopped abruptly as if it was stuck by an invisible object.

"What, has Gawain solved it?" An inappropriate voice forcibly inserted into the sentimental atmosphere. Caster walked out of the thick smoke, her body spotless, her heterochromatic eyes scanning the surroundings, and finally lowered her eyes to the ground at her feet: "Since it's solved, why don't you leave."

"Because there's no need to go."

A sweet voice came from the empty space of the quiet room. Her bright red eyes turned to Caster. Her smile became brighter when she saw the surprise on his face. "Since I already guessed that you were coming here, how could I only arrange one Gawain?"

Minanako stayed in the castle from the beginning, and would wake up immediately as soon as the sun set, saving the time of long-distance travel.

Caster raised her hand as soon as she heard the sound, and a dark crack was torn out of thin air with her hand. Mashu held up Ritsuka Fujimaru and Lancelot on each side and rushed towards the crack. She only had time to throw Ritsuka Fujimaru to Caster, and before she jumped in, countless shadow hands had caught up with her. The shadows grabbed her ankles, and the resistance instantly made Mashu's body tilt.

A flash of silver light appeared, and the cold blue-white light pulled away the shadow covering Mashu's ankle, but more shadows, relying on Lancelot's fists, rushed to cover Lancelot's body, but Lancelot didn't care. He just arched his head slightly, and Mashu, who was already unstable, stumbled and fell into the space-time rift.

Caster glanced at Lancelot and the black shadows covering his body, and without hesitation, he entered the crack, which closed instantly.

The hand of shadow dragged Lancelot and threw him to the ground, and then the shadow disappeared. Minanako looked down at Lancelot who was trying to get up, but no matter how she looked at him, she could not tell from his broken body where the strength to tear apart her magic came from.

She bent her narrow eyes: "You were mercilessly abandoned. I can see that, and she can also see that the injuries on your body can be healed with magic."

Lancelot grabbed the crack on the ground and moved his body bit by bit. Finally, he grabbed the [Indestructible Lake Light] that fell on the ground. Using the sword to support his body, Lancelot stood up again, but there was no regret on his face. Lancelot raised his sword towards Minanako.

"Do you desire death?"

"Without further ado."

Lancelot was already a little out of breath just by speaking, but his eyes were shining with dazzling colors as he stared at Minanako.

——Of course he was afraid of death, so much so that his body couldn't help but tremble. When he was about to escape, when he heard Minako admit that he could still live, he was so excited that he wanted to lie down.

But at that time, it was his daughter who was entangled in the shadow.

It was the daughter (son) who beat him up after discovering his mistake, and the daughter (son) who was determined to join the round table and face everything with him.It is the daughter who will act like a baby to him and softly call him "Dad", and the daughter who will tell him interesting stories along the way, worrying that he cares about his daughter,

She lives in the future, and comes to help this useless father repair his special, living daughter.

Lancelot straightened his back.

Therefore, he is the only one who can die, and Mashu must be the one who survives.

As for the optimal solution to follow the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages——

Go to hell.

"I am Lancelot, the First Knight of the Round Table, Knight of the Lake." He raised his sword, and suddenly realized the weight of the knight's sword: "I am here to rectify your rebellion!"

Standing up, Lancelot charged towards Minanako and the First Knight, knowing that he would die.

After about three or four seconds, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard. The shadow wrapped around Lancelot's body and dragged it downward.

Minanako let out a long breath.

Lancelot's death is enough to eliminate the violation of her deliberate release of water this time-but if it is not for another she to deal with Fujimaru Tachika on the spot, she is not willing to show up now.

"What will happen next?"

Happy Labor day

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 242: Scene 0 [Old Days: ]

2023-07-29

Minako yawned slightly with her eyes curved up, covering her mouth with one hand. Sitting on the branch, she swung her legs gently, but her carefree face soon twisted into a ball of pain. She covered her ears with both hands but could not stop the annoying sound that went straight to her brain.

"I know you're anxious, but this is all your fault." Minako said with obvious disdain on her face: "You asked me to solve the singularity, and I did it. Not only did I return the Holy Sword to the lake elves, I also returned Bedivere. But Arthur actually mastered the Holy Grail, and what's even stranger is that this Holy Grail actually summoned another me... Didn't you notice this restraint at all?"

The voice in her head became more and more impatient, constantly urging Minako to continue taking action to resolve the unresolved singularities.

Minanako snorted twice and turned her eyes away. In her opinion, she had already tried her best. The real responsibility was to perfect the stupid restraint of her damn treasure - since she couldn't control it, she might as well not create it!

She glanced into the distance from the corner of her eye. There was already a thin layer of mist covering the area, and the intersection of the sky and the earth was no longer clear. This was the sign that her useless treasure had been deployed.

"There's nothing I can do here, just send me back to my seat."

She speculated that another her used the Holy Grail instead of Excalibur to keep King Arthur alive, and regarded Arthur as the core of the treasure.

Thinking of this, Minanako smacked her tongue in displeasure.

If she could not destroy Camelot and King Arthur with her own hands, she would not want to respond to the call of the restraining force from the beginning. As a result, she failed to achieve either of her two goals and ended up dying here.

The restraining force did not fulfill her will, but just kept repeating mechanically to make her act quickly.

She ignored him and turned her head to admire the scenery in the woods.

At a certain moment, the noisy urging voice of inhibition suddenly disappeared.

"Ok?"

Minanako was stunned at first, but then she raised her eyebrows. She slowly raised her head and squinted her eyes at the sky, her eyes narrowed dangerously as she looked at the dim sky with interest.

"Someone is investigating this place."

As she spoke, Minanako stretched out her hand and grabbed a small notebook out of thin air. The dark cover and the bright-colored magic patterns engraved on it gave the notebook an eerie hue.

——Is it Merlin?

Minanako raised the corners of her lips, she couldn't help but fantasize: Although the immortal Merlin is now locked in a high tower, his clairvoyance can clearly observe the changes in Britain at this time.

If the old woman dared to come out, Minanako wouldn't mind helping her other self and sending the old woman to the Throne of Heroes.

The next moment, the voice in her head sounded again, and the power of inhibition told Minako the answer - the peeper was an alien (Chaldeas).

Minako groaned in confusion at the unexpected response.

"Didn't you send me, a male, to handle it... Heh, it looks like I'm not the only one who has had an accident."

She only finished half of her question when her tone suddenly changed to mock the Inhibition Force. She was sent to solve the subsequent singularities, and Saber was sent to purge the parasites of humanity - could that idiot think that the parasites of humanity are singularities?

The voice of restraint became urgent again, with a bit more fierceness than the last time.

"Repairing the changes that are happening now from the future through the transfer of spirit particles..." Minako held her chin with one hand and suddenly her half-closed eyes widened: "Can we track Chaldeas in reverse... I need to deconstruct the transfer of spirit particles."

The inhibition does not directly refuse, it just asks the reason.

As cautious as always, but this time, she was right to be cautious - Minanako really had selfish motives.

"I can't crack her Noble Phantasm, and you can't summon a Servant in her Noble Phantasm, so I just need to use my Noble Phantasm to attack her Noble Phantasm, and then when the flaw appears, use the spirit particle to transfer to the time node when everything began, that is, when Camelot was founded. Of course, this coordinate cannot be locked by me alone, and I also need your help."

"And the Master of Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who can help me deconstruct the transfer of spirit particles and serve as the core of my Noble Phantasm, is quite good. He can also help you solve the threat of the alien planet (Chaldeas)."

The more Minanako spoke, the more excited she became, and at the end she even broke into a brilliant smile. Perhaps such a smile was too deceptive, and after a brief hesitation, her inhibitions gave her an affirmative answer.