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

Blood spurted out as the golden holy spear was pulled out, staining the copper-gray shoulder armor and also splashing on the king's face.

A little warmth, the smell of bloodshed on the battlefield, made her memory more vivid.

Really, her life seemed to be filled with this kind of feeling. She wanted to build a peaceful and harmonious kingdom, but the wars became bigger and bigger, and the rebellions became more and more numerous.

Twenty-nine years have passed like a dream. When I look back, I have come to this point.

The king felt more and more tired, and couldn't help but ponder. Why didn't he feel sleepy when he first took over the country and established the holy city?

Camelot at that time was even weaker than it is now. Abandoning his father's redundant bureaucracy, the king at that time enthusiastically gathered with the knights around him in the Holy City.

The assistant officer Agravin, Bedivere who managed the palace security, Tristan who guarded the holy city, Lancelot who inspected the behavior of his knights, Kay who was in charge of diplomacy, and Menechel, Lanmaroc, and Gawain who were in charge of foreign forces. Those who followed him at the time were all young people like himself at that time.

He was not well-known, and was often looked down upon by the old people left by his father, and was also looked down upon by the rebels and foreigners. But at that time, he did not care about these ordinary looks at all.

Qiang Qiang——

Swords and spears rang out, and several knights rushed over here from the center of the melee. The king glanced at them and knew she didn't need to take any action, as the knights around her were already assigned to resist.

Leading the remaining few knights, the king stepped over the corpses on the ground, the tips of his silver boots stained with dirty blood.

The first one to become famous by bathing in the blood of his enemies was Menechel. Respected as the First Knight, he won a living space for Camelot with countless crushing victories, and established the initial status for Camelot with three desperate comebacks that turned the tide.

However, in her opinion, Menachel, who was considered the highest fighting force of the knights by outsiders, was not that scary. Compared with his own mansion and the camp of the Knights, it was easier to find his whereabouts in the tavern invested by Kai, which was located on the third street of the Holy City.

Not only Menechel, but also Kai and Gawain were regular customers there. The young knight Lancelot once tried to dissuade the three of them, but after being forced to stay and drink, he became a regular customer of this small tavern and often asked Tristan and Bedivere to have a drink together.

However, Aguiwen would often tell her about the misdeeds of these six people.

She sat in the middle of the crowd, listening with a smile as Menechel and Kai quarreled with each other across Gawain.

Everyone's reputation seemed to grow naturally over the years.

That year, everyone gathered in the Holy City. To them, war seemed to be just a spice in their peaceful life, and they were full of optimism and expectations for the future.

That year, the campaign against Vortigern, the three expeditions to the Saxons, and the pacification of the Starks, all the conflicts and disasters of the past seemed to be naturally overcome with the passage of time.

The powerful Camelot will usher in an unprecedented era of prosperity just as they originally imagined.

But after more than 20 years, haha. The world is still the same, nothing has changed, Camelot is still Camelot, and Britain is still Britain.

The road to the top of the mountain was much longer than expected, and the enemies she encountered were more numerous than she had expected.

Suddenly, she seemed to feel tired and stopped moving forward. Because, on a hill somewhere, she saw a silver-armored knight lying on the ground with blood dripping from his body. The long sword pierced his chest, making his golden hair dull.

Gawain.

The king walked over and touched the knight's cold neck with his fingers.

Ahh, dead again.

She couldn't help but think of the cold Europa Mountains, which were equally cold to the touch.

Just as she bent down, a sound of breaking air was heard behind her.

"Death to the tyrant king!"

He raised his arm and thrust out his spear. This was the second spear the king had fired since arriving in Kamlan.

The sneak attacking knight hung helplessly on the white spear.

Kill with one blow.

However, there was no expression of joy on Wang's face, or rather, that face filled with numbness could no longer show any expression.

She turned around, but found that there was no one around her, so she looked up.

She seemed to be unable to walk anymore, so she stopped and looked at the top of the mountain which was only a few dozen steps away. There was clearly no one around her, but she still spoke.

“This journey is really long.”

As time goes by, the few people who started from scratch have either died or dispersed.

Throwing the rebel's body off the tip of the gun, she felt her peripheral vision dim, and her vision was blocked by someone.

In the black and red light and shadow, Wang vaguely caught a glimpse of a familiar figure: arrogant armor, bright red sword, and unruly posture.

Wang's lips moved unconsciously, her eyes felt sore and she inexplicably wanted to cry.

——Are you here to pick me up?

However, I failed to fulfill our promise. I am still the [Knight King]...

"Arthur!"

A hoarse, shrill voice pulled her out of her dreamlike fantasy.

The scarlet and petite figure tore through the setting sun, and she took a step forward, thus standing in front of the king's sight.

The bloody face under the broken helmet was almost identical to the king who was standing nearby, but the expression was extremely hideous.

Mordred is her offspring and the disciple left by Menechel.

The roaring rebellious knight did not launch an attack immediately. She pulled the pendant from her neck. Under the stimulation of magic, the pendant expanded and became a piece of paper.

"Look! My teacher! The last thing left! Look! What on earth have you done!"

The paper fluttered and spun, landing in Wang's outstretched hands.

She saw familiar handwriting on the small piece of paper. It was Menechel's handwriting.

However, when she sorted out the relics belonging to Menechel and Altria, she did not find one.

The king glanced at Mordred. But the rebellious knight raised his chin and gestured to the paper.

On the paper, the handwriting went from being neat at first to becoming increasingly messy, and finally, it was almost like scribbles that were meant to be an outlet.

"My teacher! I trusted you till the very end!"

"And you! What are you doing! For your so-called royal power! For the unrealistic ideal country you promote! You trample on his loyalty!"

Mordred's expression became more ferocious. His momentum increased as he ran up, forcing the king to take a step back.

——No, the king will not retreat.

she thought.

So, was she shaken? Was the long-dead Altria shaken by that piece of paper?

The king looked at that face, and suddenly, Mordred's bright red armor disappeared, replaced by a clean skirt of light blue and plain yellow, and that face completely turned into her own face.

She seemed to see "Altria" scolding her:

"You shouldn't be king!"

She said.

"They could have had a better ending! You could have had a better ending! He could have had a better ending!"

The spear and the sword clashed, and the king seized upon Mordred's weakness - or perhaps his weakness - and stabbed his spear into the defense.

Even though she was burned to ashes, she could see the trajectory of Mordred's greatsword. The king would turn sideways and pass through the familiar yet unfamiliar red sword's blade.

In this fight between father and son, she will win again. The knight in red armor will be stabbed in the heart, and then her body will become cold and stiff due to blood loss. As a warning, her head will be cut off and hung on the city gate, and her body will be burned.

——Just like her teacher, Menechel.

And she, the Knight King Arthur, will once again return to her cold palace, once again return to her empty kingdom, and continue to fulfill her unfinished responsibilities as a king.

laugh!laugh!

Light and shadow intertwined, and the gun and sword pierced the target at the same time.

Stupid.

The king? Or Altria? The blonde girl lowered her eyelids.

She thought to herself, as if she was looking for an excuse for her failure.

——If it was Mordred’s teacher, he would at least make a temporary change.

Without any change of tactics, the great sword fell straight down along the trajectory that had been seen through long ago. The attack should have been avoided by the king, but 'Altria' stayed.

——Just like her knight, Menechel.

The blood in the chest cavity was leaking out, and the feeling of life slipping away flowed out from the wound on the chest along with the blood. Breathing gradually became labored, and due to insufficient oxygen supply, the body became cold and consciousness became blurred.

Is this what death feels like?

This was the thought in her mind.

At that time, he must have also been...

Her fingertips became numb, her vision became blurry, and the distinct lines intersected and finally connected into a ball. She seemed to have touched a beam of white light.

The white light was like the rising sun, sending warmth from every part of his body to the ground and dispelling the chill of death.

The strength that escaped from the shell was re-integrated into the body. The white light had not yet dissipated, but the squeezing feeling from the chest made Wang suddenly open his eyes.

She reached out and grabbed the small thing that had pecked a crack in her heart and was trying to drill inside - a purple-black, one-eyed, transparent flying bird.

The wound on his chest that should have been caused by Mordred disappeared.

King Arthur crushed the familiar, and the scattered magic power floated out from between his fingers. She felt a gaze, and when she looked up, she saw a woman with long platinum hair and a veil.

Morgan?

Even she couldn't help but be stunned.

Because, in her memory, wasn't Morgan killed by the rioting rebels as early as when Mordred raised the banner of rebellion?

Although she felt very disgusted, she did not show it on her face but was secretly delighted in her heart after confirming Sister Wang's body.

As a king, she has thousands of reasons not to kill Morgan, but the girl named Altria has a single reason to want to kill Morgan.

So, is this the world of the dead?

King Arthur looked back and forth.

She had imagined the world of the dead more than once. She could not go to heaven.

But it's also nice to be able to go to hell to accompany Menechel and everyone else.

Morgan, Avril, and even she saw Guinevere and Tristan, but she couldn't see the person she wanted to meet.

Is he not here... or does he not want to see her?

"My sister, from now on, you will be my Lancer."

Lancer?

Wang frowned, a stream of memories rushing into his mind.

Servants, the miracle of the Holy Grail, the resurrection of the dead, and the fulfillment of the last wishes of the living.

In silence, the king scratched his palm with his fingernails. What flowed from the wound was not blood but golden particles and real pain.

She was sure that this was not a fantasy before her death.

"Is this Camelot?"

King Arthur noticed that as she spoke, none of the Servants surrounding Morgan moved except Avril.

Morgan obviously noticed this as well, and she cast a disgusted glance around.

"Yes. There are still seven years until Britain's demise. And I will change Britain's destiny."

Morgan replied.

——Seven years.

This number made King Arthur slightly stunned. It turned out that Camelot had not yet perished.

"That's right. After all, Morgan is still standing in front of me intact."

That is to say, at this moment, there is another person who is shouldering the responsibilities of the king.

Oh, when I think about it this way, it’s really ridiculous.

and many more!

King Arthur's eyes widened a little, as if he had thought of something.

Seven years—that is, Menechel was still alive?

My heartbeat speeds up unconsciously.

She started over again with her memories, maybe -