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

As if she saw her hesitation, Morgan glanced at Guinevere, and after she nodded reluctantly, she spoke in a bewitching voice: "Don't think too much, you can't save Camelot. As long as you are still the king, Britain is doomed to tragedy, and your future will only end in ruin."

King Arthur's thoughts faded.

She could vaguely feel what Morgan was talking about, the so-called destiny.

From Menechel to Lancelot and then to Galahad, three generations of the strongest knights fell in Camelot but still could not save the city from decline.

Perhaps it is just as Morgan said, no matter whether it is bright and luxurious or dilapidated and old, a dead foundation cannot support any building.

But there were still things she could do.

The words written by Menachere that sounded like a question flashed before his eyes:

[The reason you treat me so specially is because I am the Knight Protector of Britain, or to give an explanation to yourself before you became king, or is it just for me as a person? ]

In the chest, to be precise, the place where Mordred had chopped him when he was alive, there came a piercing pain, a phantom pain, because there was no injury there at the moment.

"how?"

Morgan asked again.

Since you insist on taking on...

The king closed his eyes.

Altria opened her eyes.

"If you can really save Camelot, I can help you."

——Perhaps, it’s really because I’m not fit to be a king.

she thought.

Wang, it's too tiring and too lonely. Climbing to the top of a mountain alone is enough once.

"But I also have my demands."

"I want to see how far he and I can go if it's not the king."

"It is not permissible to kill the Menechel Knights of this era."

Morgan gave a predictable smile.

She deliberately chose King Arthur, who was closest to being human, so it was not surprising that he would make such a willful request.

But immediately, the other party's words made Morgan's smile freeze.

“And, myself in this era.”

"As an insurance policy, if any disaster occurs due to my selfish desires, I will correct the mistake."

At that, Altria lowered her brows.

She wanted to be a mortal with selfish desires.

——Thus, the Lancer of Camelot was born.

……

"Do you really trust her if you don't plant the magic?"

Morgan looked towards the direction of the sound.

The one who raised the question was Assassin (Avril).

Assassin, who shares the same hatred target as her, is the only one among the seven servants who can be trusted and will never betray her.

Morgan finally calmed down and asked, "Assassin, do you know the theory of creation?"

"No."

Morgan was not surprised at Assassin's straightforward answer. Assassin had never studied magic systematically, so how could he know the secrets of magic?

"After creating the world, the gods discovered that humans, as the rulers of the world, were not as perfect as they had imagined. On the contrary, they were even ugly."

Morgan smiled grimly, and spoke coldly from his cold lips under the veil: "So, the gods want to speed up the process of the world's collapse and create a new perfect era."

Avril tilted her head, searching the knowledge fed back by the Holy Grail.

——The story Morgan told is quite close to the background of "Noah's Ark".

She had some understanding, but in order to make Morgan's sense of her more sensitive, Avril deliberately followed her words and asked:

"what do you mean……"

"That's right. Right now, Yu Mei is like the god who failed in his creation. She is disheartened."

Today's restraint is just a habit, waiting for the moment when ordinary human desires explode. When the inner needs are ignited, the lust that erupts from the cold sister will exceed that of ordinary people.

Maybe you'll even use the Holy Grail to make a wish.

Morgan said:

"She doesn't miss the past, she just wants to start the second round as soon as possible."

Two in one, I'm quite busy recently

Chapter 382 The Silent Third Sword

Under the heavy glow of the projection, the solid and majestic outline of the holy spear appeared to be falling.

The magic power was completely internalized into the gun body, without any leakage. But even so, the dazzling golden light of the holy gun itself and the air pressure caused by the simple fall were enough to make people unable to open their eyes.

However, in the blowing airflow and cold golden light, Lancer was not affected at all. His bangs were lifted up randomly, and his holy green eyes reflected the catastrophic blow in the sky.

Breaking through the clouds, the magic power accumulated at the tip of the gun seemed to be spinning.

But before the holy spear completely fell - just the tip of the spear poked out from the clouds, the next moment, a scarlet dot broke through the dust blown up by the wind. The red magic power that broke through the dust suddenly expanded in an instant, revealing the true appearance of a red snake fang, and flew into the air to bite the tip of the spear at the edge of the sky.

'coming. ’

Lancer was not surprised at all. Or rather, if it was the Menachere she knew, he would definitely make the choice at hand no matter what the situation was.

Menechel might be able to survive the bombardment of the Holy Lance. Even if she couldn't, she would definitely be able to seize the opportunity before the Holy Lance fell and die together with her without her weapon.

——But, Artoria is still in this city.

Of course, Minasel could choose victory, but for him, some things were more important than victory itself.

Taking advantage of the opponent's character flaws and the bottom line of fighting to win, Lancer hated herself at this moment. Not only had she completely lost the dignity of a king, she was even unable to be a knight.

However, even so, there are things that she absolutely cannot give in to.

——The Britain you rule will surely perish. The eternal ideal country (Camelot) is something that human history cannot allow to exist no matter what.

——Unless, we break away from the big tree of human history.

What echoed in her ears were the words Morgan had said to her.

All the powerlessness of the past was now concentrated on this shot.

'From pan-human history?'

"That's it."

Looking up, the coldness in his eyes was gradually replaced by the flames of resentment.

The scarlet lightning snake exploded the moment it came into contact with the tip of the gun, and a heat wave quickly swept out, with magic power pushing the surrounding dust to explode layer by layer towards the periphery with this point as the core.

Starting from the tip of the spear, the holy spear constructed with magic power was peeled off and destroyed bit by bit.

An orange-red spot of light bloomed above the tip of the gun.

The roar of the explosion was deafening.

Under an explosion of that magnitude, even Lancer's vision turned pure white at this moment, and all her senses became hazy and dreamy at this moment.

She felt a cool touch in her right hand, and the holy spear returned to her hand. Almost at the same time, a blue-gold fluorescence lit up on her chest, and Avalon's healing light quickly dispelled the hazy white barrier, and her vision and the burn scars on her body caused by the explosion were all restored.

The reddish flying ash obscured her vision, and in the thin smoke gradually a figure emerged in front of Altria - blurry, but even as a silhouette, her figure could be discerned.

The spear thrust out - the explosion of the collision of the two treasures deprived Menechel of his hearing, his sense of smell, and all his senses. Even his five senses, which had been enhanced by the blood of the dragon, could not function in the current situation.

And the fact was exactly as Lancer expected. Menechel was still holding the cracked red sword. Although his eyes were open, there was no light in them.

Click.

There was a tiny crisp sound from the sword.

Afterwards, the cracks that were already all over the sword expanded further, this time penetrating the entire sword, and the sword fell and broke into pieces.

Almost at the same time, the spear thrust out silently.

The tip of the gun broke through the arc of electricity on the surface of the body and pierced straight into Menechel's heart.

Lancer opened his eyes wide, not daring to relax.

The magic power poured into Menechel's body along the spear. The golden light penetrated his body and gushed out from his back. This time there was no lightning snake roaring to evaporate his blood.

Clang.

This was the sound of a broken sword falling to the ground with only the hilt left.

pat.

This was the sound of Menechel putting one hand on the gun.

Lancer's eyes narrowed, and he increased the flow of magic power. Instantly, the flesh on Menechel's left hand covering the spear shaft was charred inch by inch.

The flickering electric arc gradually dimmed and went out. Finally, Menechel's head lowered, and the shadow of the hair hanging down in front of his forehead covered his eyes.

The thunder fell completely silent at this moment.

--it's over.

Lancer pursed his lips as he felt something stuck in his throat.

These weren't enemies she defeated. These were opponents she killed.

——How ridiculous.

The hand holding the gun loosened slightly, and a self-deprecating arc appeared on Lancer's icy face.

——In order to save her Menachel, she had to kill Menachel.

She tightened her grip on the gun slightly and pushed the tip of the gun a little further inward.

Menechel's straight body gradually became limp, and he hunched over and fell backwards under Lancer's force. The tip of his gun was stuck in the ground, so his body couldn't fall completely to the ground.

"Ok?"

Lancer snorted subconsciously, but immediately, a faint blue-gold fluorescence lit up in her vision.

A warm and soft light, that is the light of Avalon.

'Could it be that……'

She remembered that the scabbard of this era was being placed on Menechel by her of this era.

Lancer instinctively sensed the danger. She wanted to sweep her spear across Menechel's body, but Menechel's left hand grabbed her wrist, leaving Lancer with no way to react.

Almost at the same time, Menechel, who had lowered his head and was silent, suddenly raised his head. His eyebrows were raised high because of the force, and his eyes, which had been dead, now burned with raging flames again as if embers were rekindled.

Golden magic power burst out, completely destroying Menechel's left hand. Facing the desperate attack of the trapped beast, Lancer did not dare to delay and quickly withdrew. Menechel's body was pierced by the spear and nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch, but Menechel's right hand still moved.

The broken sword still fell to the ground. He turned his palm over and swung the cold light hidden in his palm towards Lancer. It was stained with blood, but it still couldn't hide the sharp fragments in it. It was one of the fragments hidden among the countless pieces of dragon sword fragments.

But the weight was too small. If used to kill the enemy, it would not be as powerful as Menichel's soft fist at this moment.

Lancer caught the sharp debris flying towards her heart, and her instinctive reaction developed from long-term fighting on the battlefield allowed her to make a decision instantly.

He crossed his hands in front of his body, and the blue-gold fluorescence on his chest flowed down his shoulder blades to cover his hands.

But it was precisely this action that prevented her from seeing the gleaming light in Menechel's eyes at that moment.

The thunder that had already stopped roared again in his right palm, but it only stopped in his palm.

Chi Lei squeezed the flesh apart and pulled out another piece of debris from the wound on his palm.

The blood-stained blade was wrapped in red lightning snakes, and the already dim red texture seemed to come alive at this moment.

The lightning snake shot out with the debris and instantly pierced through another piece of debris along the way.

One strike, penetrate!

The crossed elbows first hurt, then quickly lost consciousness. Lancer was horrified to find that his right hand was on fire, and he used his left hand to pull off the burning arm, but he didn't have time to do anything more.