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

"Kai, was the person who disguised himself as the king earlier Avril?"

Finally, when Gai and Fujimaru Ritsuka finished their discussion, he asked this question casually.

"It's her." Kai regretted it right after he finished speaking. He looked at his old friend who suddenly became depressed with some worry: "You..."

"Don't worry, I can't just die like this after you saved me. Morgan wants the scabbard inside my body, and if I die here, it will fulfill her wish."

"Didn't you say you wanted to find a spiritual vein?" He said, "Although I don't know where the so-called earth vein is, since it is related to the magic path, then it must be right to go there."

"The tower that Mr. Merlin built in Britain."

Suddenly, Menechel's voice became low. He suddenly thought of someone who had no news from the very beginning of the mutation until now, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

"Where's that old Merlin?"

"It seems like someone is talking about me."

Morgan obtained the Holy Grail and divided the servants he summoned into two groups, one for external defense and one for internal peace. The servants used for internal peace were the ones Morgan believed he would never let Camelot off.

(End of this chapter)

351. Chapter 338: Guinevere’s Advice

351.

2023-08-25

In the cold prison cell, Altria's hands and feet were all shackled with sturdy shackles. Those prison tools extended by Morgan's magic would immediately dissipate once they were torn apart, and could not be used as props to break open the prison cell. In addition, Morgan also cast a curse on her, and Altria found it difficult to even raise her hands at this time.

——If Morgan hadn’t wanted to know the whereabouts of the holy sword, he would have killed her out of fear.

clang-

The door of the cell was pushed open at this moment, and with the sound of brisk footsteps, a shadow covered the light source in front of Altria.

"Is the food being delivered so early?"

Morgan would also send people to provide her with potatoes and drinking water, but the amount each time was just enough to prevent Altria from starving to death.

"my king."

The familiar and gentle female voice made Altria pause. She raised her head and looked at the woman outside the cell with an almost dull gaze. Her gorgeous dress was out of tune with the gloomy environment around her. Her soft golden long hair was carefully tied into an exquisite hairstyle behind her head. The pair of gentle fox eyes on her already pretty face added a bit of nobility to her.

Looking at the woman so close to her, Altria felt as if a burning flame was rising in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. The irritating heat quickly spread to her cheeks and ears, and an unspeakable feeling of humiliation surged in her heart.

"My king, I am glad to see you again."

The woman's emphasis was as beautiful as singing, but those words full of reverence sounded like the most vicious curse in Altria's ears.

Altria watched the woman's lips opening and closing outside the prison, but no sound reached her ears.

"King, I went to watch the execution of your double this afternoon."

The soothing words in her ear brought Altria back to her senses a little. She opened her mouth with difficulty and called out the name of the woman in front of her: "Guinevere."

That was her queen, a flawless woman who still admired and longed for her even after knowing the truth about her female body.

At this moment, her most embarrassing side was exposed to the other party.

"Stop talking, Guinevere. Were you captured as well? Ah, this is inevitable, after all, even Camelot has fallen."

Guinevere did not deny it. She waited quietly for the king in front of her to calm down.

"Did Morgan come to ask you to say this?"

Guinevere was speechless, and she looked at Altria with red eyes.

"Yes, she said that as long as you are willing to tell her the location of the Holy Sword and promise to give up the throne, she will release you and Sir Menechel as well."

The words I wanted to say no got stuck in my throat.

"Has Menachel been arrested as well?"

"Yes, he broke into Camelot to save you and was captured on the spot." Guinevere said, "He is a loyal and brave knight."

The small cell was filled with silence, and the air seemed to be frozen. At one point, a cool breeze blew in, slightly dispelling the stuffiness.

"You lied."

Altria spoke at this time, eliminating the last bit of room for negotiation.

"In your heart, those fools who shouted that you were a tyrant, those mobs who abused your kindness, are they also worthy of being saved?"

"They are also citizens of Britain."

Guinevere stood up and lifted her skirt to bow to the king in the prison.

"I'm sorry, my king. I was disrespectful."

Guinevere gave up the idea of ​​persuading Altria. She knew better than anyone that once the king made up his mind, it would be impossible to persuade him no matter what. She was just such a stubborn and pitiful king as a rock.

The cell door closed gently, but Guinevere met the expected figure in the deep corridor.

"Your Highness Guinevere."

Avril raised her head. Her neat short silver hair was out of place with the dim candlelight around her. After just a greeting, Avril lowered her head again.

——Morgan suspected that she might let Altria run away because of their old friendship, so she let Avril follow her.

It was obvious that Morgan trusted Avril more than her as the queen.

Guinevere walked in front, and Avril followed behind her like a guard. They passed through the deep corridors, passed through pairs of guards, and finally there were no other people on both sides.

"Avril, I remember that you are the sister of Knight Menechelle. Why would you obey His Majesty Morgan so much and become an enemy of the king and your brother?"

The dim candlelight did not affect Guinevere's beauty. Against the backdrop of the orange-red flames, she was like a real sun.

"Are you trying to persuade me to do something?"

Avril stung like a chill wind that didn't understand romance.

"No, although I do feel sorry for her, that's why I won't help the king." Guinevere stopped, forcing Avril to stop as well. She faced Avril: "I just hope that she can live peacefully as an ordinary girl with her beloved, instead of limiting herself to the shell of others' fantasies. I will save her, but not King Arthur, but her... Arthur. I will take off her heavy burden."

"Ah, so that's how it is. So even though you were harmed by Morgan, you are still willing to obey her when summoned?"

Avril spoke as if unintentionally, then looked up and caught a glimpse of Guinevere's expression, and she immediately understood.

——This is another stupid woman.

"I am not as great as you." Avril said, "King Arthur ordered the Knight Menechel to eliminate the rebels, and my father was innocently implicated, that's all."

Guinevere had no idea that her thoughts were seen through, but her inherent skills allowed her to feel that Avril was not lying. She looked at Avril with a complex expression of sadness and heartache.

"Ah, then although we can still fight side by side now, we will eventually have differences. You will probably kill the king, right? And I will let the king live, and then we will go our separate ways."

Avril nodded obediently. But she didn't care in her heart. She witnessed the whole process of Morgan summoning the other party with her own eyes. The guy who occupied Caster's soul base in front of her was just a phantom of Guinevere that Morgan temporarily fabricated using special summoning.

That's all.

Avril lowered her eyelids.

Just at this moment, suddenly there was a fire around, followed by a loud noise.

Just at this moment, Morgan's voice suddenly sounded in Avril's ears.

【return】

She raised her head to look at Guinevere, only to see that Guinevere was also looking at her.

So Avril was relieved - Guinevere also received the same instructions.

Thanks to Emperor Sonnet for the huge reward. I owe 10 chapters now. I am too sleepy today. I will make up for it tomorrow.

352. Chapter 339 A sudden decisive battle?

352.

2023-08-26

In the city of Camelot, the flawless white jade walls had already been set ablaze by the flames of war.

Without any warning, the flames of war had already spread to the city, but before that there was no news of the enemy invading. However, if that were the case, the defenders of Camelot would not have collapsed in such a one-sided situation.

What really made the Camelot defenders lose their morale was the overwhelming flying dragons. They were huge dragons of various colors and lengths. Considering the flying space between each other, each flying dragon had a considerable distance up, down, left, and right. However, such a distance did not make the enemy formation empty. On the contrary, the huge number made the densely packed formation more oppressive.

How many were there? One thousand? Two thousand? It was hard to count, but they surrounded the entire city of Camelot. On the back of each flying dragon stood one or two people wearing Camelot standard armor, the same as the soldiers guarding the city, holding sharp spears and swords.

On the ground, team after team of soldiers were frantically ramming the city gates, with ladders and grappling hooks scrambling to reach the edge of the city wall.

——Why are there so many Camelot soldiers suddenly appearing?

Terrible thoughts filled the minds of every soldier defending the city. Could it be that the whole of Britain had united outside the city?

Without giving them time to think, the brown-black flying dragon hovering in the air suddenly gathered its strength, a flame overflowed from its mouth, and a column of fire as thick as two people spurted out of the dragon's mouth. Then, countless flying dragons in the sky also spit out columns of fire. These columns of fire fell on various edges of the city wall. Sparks and drifting smoke filled every inch of the city wall. The sturdy city of Camelot seemed to tremble.

The choking black smoke rolled in, making it impossible to open one's eyes, but from within the thick smoke, one could hear the screams of companions and the sound of burning flames.

When the smoke cleared a little, the rebels who were originally on the dragon's back took the opportunity to jump down from the sky.

The knight holding the bright silver axe chopped off the head of the archer beside him as soon as he landed. The warm blood splashed on the face of another guard who was approaching. The real touch of the blood made the guard wail.

The fear of the unknown and the fear of the inexplicable death of comrades stem from the instinctive fear of biological beings. When they faced the real dragon, they all emerged and crushed their last psychological defenses.

"I... don't want to die in this dragon's mouth!"

The knight's oath became irrelevant at this moment - what a joke, that was a legendary dragon, even the strongest First Knight had only defeated it in rumors.

Fear began to spread, and they were about to run to the city wall. The action of one person instantly boosted everyone's courage. The northern city wall was visibly attacked, the soldiers were in disarray, and corpses and blood were scattered between the city walls. Reinforcements continued to arrive from the city, but all they saw were knights wearing the same armor. Before they could tell which side was the rebels and which side was the guards defending the city, they were overwhelmed by the fleeing soldiers.

The soldier who escaped first had already reached the city wall, but someone else appeared in front of him.

"Get away!"

He wailed unbearably and waved the spear in his hand. But faster than his hand was a flash of cold light, which swept past from the side at lightning speed, separating his body.

Avril stood in front of Morgan, and she shook off the blood on her rapier, but the other fleeing soldiers following the knight had already been frightened to the extreme. Now the shock of the leader's death further stimulated their desire to survive.

Avril glanced at Morgan, who didn't say anything but could sense her extremely bad emotions at the moment.

Seeing that Morgan did not stop her, Avril swung her sword again and cut off the heads of the second and third men.

The agility brought by Assassin allowed her to easily control the blade, and the rapier slithered through the crowd like a venomous snake.

And at this moment, a short and sharp shout erupted from behind her.

"Stop!"

Only two words carried an inexplicable magic. The ethereal tone spread to every corner of the North City, and the soldiers who had originally wanted to flee the city due to the collapse of their military spirit miraculously stopped.

That was not Morgan's voice, but the voice of Guinevere, who looked like a noble lady standing on the other side of Morgan.

The last soldier who tried to step out of the city wall was knocked down by Avril. Seeing that the knight behind him was still frightened but gradually calmed down, she curled her lips in disdain.

——This kind of thing can be solved by Guinevere with just one word, but why do we have to bring her along?

Morgan walked out from behind Avril, and pointed her cane at the bodies of the knights who had been chopped to the ground by Avril. Distorted halos emerged from the corpses that had long lost their vital signs. The standard armor faded instantly and turned into a dry iron gray, revealing the identities of these dead knights.

Guinevere also spoke at the right time: "Brave knights, these are just tricks of the enemy's dying struggle."

But just as she spoke, a brown-black flying dragon suddenly jumped out from the sky above the city gate, hovering above the crowd and suddenly spewed a stream of hot breath at the crowd below.

The blazing wind wave came like a tidal wave, and before the orange-red ball got close to the air, it had already ignited sparks. Facing the dragon's breath, Morgan just cast a very disdainful glance.

She raised her staff high, and the light-colored magic crystal on the top emitted a lavender light curtain. The dragon's breath collided with the light curtain, but the expected explosion with sparks flying did not happen. Countless light shadows were extracted from the orange-red mass. Under the incredible gaze of most people, the hot dragon's breath began to fade and decompose into star-like fragments, and these tiny fragments gradually revealed their original appearance - they were actually one piece of light pink petals after another.

The light curtain on the staff suddenly expanded, and in the next moment it covered every inch of the sky above the city gate. The giant dragons hovering in the sky, the soldiers riding on the dragons' backs, or the corpses and debris lying on the city walls disappeared one after another, leaving only dozens of resistance knights wearing iron-gray armor on the city walls.

The sky was now filled with a dreamlike sea of ​​flowers. In the center of the sea of ​​flowers stood a young man in a pink and white robe.

"Merlin!"

"I've been discovered."

The young man called Merlin responded to Morgan's question with a smile. He stood on the edge of the city wall and leaped deep down, but his body floated in the air and turned into countless petals.

The petals were charred black by the purple magic bullet the next moment.

"Warriors, take back the lost walls and regain the lost honor."

Guinevere's voice rang out once again, and the voice turned into magic, covering every knight of Camelot.

The fanatical momentum surged over them once again, but Morgan paid no attention to the battle on the city wall.

This level of siege was undoubtedly just a feint. Morgan perceived that there were only a few hundred rebels in and around the city, and Merlin would not show up for such trivial matters.