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

"Him? He left last night." Arturia deliberately said in a relaxed tone: "After all, our goals are not consistent with his, so there is no need to pay attention to him."

"No, actually I..." Gareth's eyes flickered, but she still gritted her teeth and recounted her dream from last night.

Arturia's smile froze: "You mean, Menechelle will be eaten by the dragon."

"Menechel...will die?"

At some point, her right hand had tightly grasped the clothes on her chest. Arturia had panic in her eyes.

"This is just a dream...it's not reality..."

She looked up and saw Gareth shaking his head. For Artoria, who had the ability to see through other people's lies, she knew the answer the moment the question was asked.

She felt her heart beating violently.

"How is it possible...he will die..."

But what can she do with her strength? Without Menechelle, she couldn't even step through the gates of Camelot. Gareth is not Menechelle and will not make decisions for her. Once she opens her mouth, Gareth will never persuade her.

She had so many reasons to convince herself to run away. For example, she is the child of the prophecy, and she wants to leave a useful person to save Britain. She cannot give up more lives because of one person. For example, since she can't do anything anyway, she might as well follow the prophecy and honestly follow the prophecy, that way she can defeat Morgan.

Yes, be honest and be an obedient fairy, just like when you were a child, obeying the prophecies and following expectations. Just like a hair accessory that you could never ask for when you were young...

She touched the hair accessories on her head and felt a cold touch on her hands.

However, she really still doesn't like the Fairy Kingdom.

This place was like hell to her, and everything around her, including humans and fairies, was repelling and rejecting her.

He said "Everything will be fine when the child of prophecy comes", but in his heart he thought "I hope the child of prophecy can bring me more entertainment". He said "Son of Prophecy, please come and save us", but what he was thinking in his heart was "After you have done what you should do, get out of here and don't stay in the Fairy Kingdom."

——My world is dark, with lots of noisy sounds and messy figures. The world is crowded and huge, but I can’t breathe.

However, it all started from the hair accessories that she was not allowed to have when she was young. When someone put them on her head, the coolness of the metal blew into her heart like the wind, bringing light and air.

It was only at this moment that Arturia, who was about to drown in the darkness, suddenly remembered that her original vision was not like this.

"Artoria, you will definitely become stronger. If you don't believe in yourself, please believe in my judgment."

He couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand, couldn't think clearly, what was it about such a useless self that he liked.

Unlike the hair accessories at that time, there would never be a second person to add "Minechel" to her, and there would never be a second "Minechel" again.

So, from the moment Gareth told her this, wasn't there only one thing she could do?

"Gareth, please stay, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do."

She could survive by running away. Now go to the Queen's city and you will surely die. However, many years from now, even if she becomes the child of prophecy that everyone focuses on and is saddled with countless honors, she will regret it.

Why couldn't I stand by his side and die with him in the end?

At that time, she would have been willing to spend all her time and great glory from this day to that day in exchange for the opportunity she had now to not regret it at this moment.

Anyway, without Menechelle, she would have forgotten the meaning of her existence in the Nameless Forest.

She was teased as a goblin of the Wild Boar Clan, so she doesn’t have to think about it so much now!

——Artoria, charge!

"But……"

Without giving Gareth a chance to defend himself, Arturia continued. At this moment, her eyes no longer had the hesitation of the past. At this moment, Arturia actually showed some confidence. She raised the staff of choice: "Gareth, believe me, I am the child of prophecy. And then, I have Merlin’s magic.”

"Yes, and my magic!"

A rather contented voice also sounded from the Chosen Staff.

The air suddenly became silent, even dead.

Arturia and Gareth turned their attention to the Staff of Choice.

Was it talking just now?

But in a corner that Arturia and Gareth didn't notice—a place that they would definitely ignore even if they noticed it—there was a tiny white moth hovering.

……

The defense of the city gate was ineffective against the servants who could transform into spirits. While the convoy was entering the gate, the spirit-turned Menechelle easily sneaked into the city.

Without the obstruction of the tall city gate, the state of Camelot City can be seen at a glance. Just talking about the size of the city, the five Norwiches are not as big as the Camelot in front of them, but here, Menechiel will never lose his way - the tall castle that goes straight into the dome, as if he is afraid that others will not see it. , shining with a faint blue light that is incompatible with the surroundings. Even in daylight, the brilliance is still noticeable.

Parting ways with the convoy heading to the other side, Menechelle easily bypassed the guards. The speed of traveling in spirit form was much faster, and there was no need to take a long detour. Menechelle arrived in front of the closed palace gate.

Just when he wanted to repeat his old trick of entering the palace by turning into a spirit, the moment he touched the palace door, it was as if he had fallen into a viscous liquid. Before Menechel could react, the floating spirit body It was forcibly twisted and gathered into an entity.

Almost at the same time, a sharp explosion sounded from the palace gate.

——Morgan was still on guard.

Menechelle didn't panic at all, he simply materialized the weapon. The red sword flashed with lightning.

From the corner of his vision, he saw the guards of the Fang Clan surrounding him. He raised the corners of his mouth, and the magic power gathered along the palm of his hand towards the sword.

The fluorescence drew a cold arc in the air, and the thunder snake raged downwards along the arc. Before the heavy sword fell, it violently vented its overloaded magic power to the surroundings, and Menechelle slashed at the gate of the palace.

A bit of scarlet bloomed the moment the sword blade came into contact with the ground, and a heat wave swept out quickly. The magic power pushed the steel door, and with this point as the core, it exploded layer by layer toward the outside.

The magical thunderstorm did not distinguish between friend and foe, and swallowed up everything around it with a devastating momentum. Pieces of goblins were lifted up by the airflow, and were torn apart by the overflowing thunder snakes.

——Unlike the other infiltrator whom he didn't know, after being discovered, Menechel chose to attack by force.

Why do we have to save him after saying goodbye instead of acting together from the beginning? First, it is not in line with Minai's character. He will never let C.Die take risks. The second is to highlight the consciousness of clumsy people. Only when they grow up can they be able to bear the considerable consciousness of the children of prophecy. The third is for plot symmetry.

The reason why Oberon was willing to help was because he wanted to pick up the slack, and anyway, the attention of the guards and Morgan had been attracted by Menai who had forced his way into the palace. Since Ainsel couldn't persuade C to stay with his stubborn temper, it was not as good as him. Personally escort

(End of this chapter)

443. Chapter 422: No Fairy Knight Kai (Big Hush)

443.

"Do you know where Morgan is?"

The red sword, which felt heavy just by looking at it, was held on his shoulder with one hand. The black-haired knight's free hand grabbed the chin of the elf in front of him and forced him up to look at him.

The arc on the palm of the hand caused by the excessive accumulation of magic power burned the goblin's cheeks black. But the goblin in his hand just shook his head.

"Don't you know either?"

Clenching his palm slightly, he completely crushed the goblin's head. Menechelle shook his palm, and the Razor instantly vaporized the contaminated blood. The headless corpse that lost its support slowly collapsed, and at Menechelle's feet, there were more corpses of goblins.

In front of the goblin, he killed all the Queen's soldiers who were unwilling to cooperate with the interrogation, but the goblin who survived to the end still didn't say anything. Morgan's sense of confidentiality was indeed quite perfect.

The palace of the Fairy Kingdom was larger than Menechelle had imagined.

Unlike Artoria's palace, which was simple but extremely grand in my memory, Queen Morgan's palace was separated by countless staggered corridors, with no end as far as the eye could see. It is not easy to meet the Queen.

About five minutes had passed since the exposure.

—Hopefully Morgan isn't scared enough to run away.

Thinking of this, footsteps suddenly came from the depths of the corridor. Different from the three noisy trampling sounds encountered before, the footsteps this time were light and cheerful, as if they were not on a battlefield but participating in it. An average outing. Footsteps were approaching very quickly, and the sound of conversations was also heard.

"Hurry up, Beryl, I will definitely be the first to deal with the intruder. Let that bitch look at the old thing and throw it into the trash can."

"Slow down, Miss Ruby. I don't have the name given by His Majesty Morgan."

Unlike the previous dozens of goblin guards, this time there seemed to be only two enemies.

'It seems that finally someone can talk to me. '

Menechelle narrowed his eyes with interest. In order to prevent the enemy from getting lost, instead of taking any action, he increased the release of his own magic power. He looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and there was a dark shadow looming behind the corner of the corridor.

But before Menechel saw the person coming, in the place directly in front of him that should have been empty, extremely faint dark red threads were reflected by the lightning. These dark red threads were densely intertwined and had blocked the road ahead of him at some point. The nearest one was almost right in front of his eyes - just now, if he went a little further, the red threads would It will catch his eyeballs.

"Dirty stuff."

Menechelle was just about to reach out and pull away the thread, but the sound of the air being torn was heard in her ears first. A dark red magic arrow shot towards his face.

He turned half sideways to let go of the red light, and the arrow almost grazed the tip of Menechelle's nose and flew back. The moment they passed by, he could clearly see the dark red thread following the arrow tail. .

The arrow sank into the wall behind Menechelle, and the bloody thread was stretched tight, further compressing Menechelle's position.

"Oh, why do you show such a pitiful posture?"

There was a hint of ridicule in the delicate female voice. Walking towards Menechelle was a fairy with straight pink hair. She was obviously tall, but she gave off a "petite" feeling.

But Menechelle's eyes did not fall on the weak elf. He looked at the man standing behind the pink-haired elf.

"Humans are still masters."

There is no mistake, this is probably the so-called Hidden One.

"Hey, those glasses over there." Menechelle looked sideways at the thin man in a black jacket: "Do you know where Morgan is?"

Beryl's smile froze as if he was confused by Menechelle's sudden question. And correspondingly——

"Asshole! How dare you ignore me!"

The pink-haired fairy gritted her teeth and clenched her fingers suddenly. There were countless bloody threads connected to her fingertips. With her move, the threads laid out suddenly shrank inwards and clung tightly. Living on Menechelle's skin.

"So, it hurts." She said, "The silk thread will cut your skin, and the blood will enter your body and corrode your spirit body. However, you just need to feel honored, because the person who executes you personally is the Fairy Kingdom. The only legitimate heir, me, Fairy Knight Tristan?”

"Oh, Tristan's peer?" He looked up and down at the cute girl in front of him with some surprise. His ability to fiddle with threads was quite similar. Thinking of this, Menechelle grinned, and suddenly felt that even if her peer was really that dog, it would not be an unacceptable thing - at least her gender was preserved.

"Are all fairy knights just little girls like you? Then there is the fairy Gawain? Kai can do it too."

"You bastard!"

Exasperated by Menechelle's indifferent attitude many times, the elf Tristan directly tugged on his right hand, and more silk threads were wrapped around him, almost wrapping the man in the middle into a rice dumpling.

But before Tristan the Fairy could pull off the opponent's head, red light emerged from the densely packed silk threads.

The chrysalis suddenly exploded, and arcs of electricity danced on Menechelle's body, turning into thick armor. A single sweep of the sword blade ignited all the threads.

Tristan groaned, but his eyes turned red: "Don't be too proud!"

She kicked the ground, her body swiftly approaching the ground, her hands folded, and a huge blood-red arrow tore through the air, passing through the center of the corridor, and striking at Menechel's waist and abdomen.

Although he said teasing words, Minachel's eyes were slightly cold.

He heard Gareth mention the Fairy Round Table, which was the cornerstone of the Fairy Kingdom and an existence that could withstand disasters.

——Don’t be careless.

The flickering arc of electricity has turned into a scarlet thunder snake. He rushed forward, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and smashed it towards the pink-haired goblin below.

The bloody arrow hit Menechel's body, tearing away the magic power on the body's surface, and the armor dented, reaching Menechel's abdomen.

But the wound was too shallow, and it only took a moment for breathing to recover.

The elf Tristan once again strummed the harp like a bow in his hand. As the bow string trembled, several magic-condensed threads strangled Menechelle in front of him.

If it weren't for the slight red glimmer in the magic flow, it would be difficult to even detect the attack coming.

He raised the back of his sword to block the attack that went straight to the door. The remaining bloody thread pierced the armor, making a muffled clanking sound, but this time it couldn't even penetrate the armor.

Unlike what he expected, the power transmitted from the sword was so light that he couldn't believe it.

——What a weak magic power.

In just a blink of an eye, Menechelle was already in front of the elf Tristan, with one foot on the ground, and the sword struck Tristan's head in a sideways slash.

Until this moment, Menechelle had not seen any hint of success in the eyes of the elf Tristan.

The pink-haired girl looked at Menechelle who was suddenly approaching. She ducked down to avoid it and at the same time, she suddenly raised her foot. The heel of the shoe stretched into a spike and pierced Menechelle's chin.

boom!

Without even looking, Menechelle suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword and blocked Tristan the Elf's kick. This time, the heel pierced the armor, bringing out a large area of ​​scarlet, but at the same time Tristan the Elf's My ankle was also caught by Menechiel with my backhand.

He could clearly feel the goblin's muscles in his hands stiffening.

——Even combat experience is missing. Whether he has the ability to adapt to an attack or to counterattack when being attacked, he is basically a novice.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he swung forward and cut through the curse bullets fired by humans in the distance. Menechelle grabbed the elf Tristan's feet and lifted her up.

At the moment of being lifted up, the elf Tristan suddenly turned around and drew the bowstring towards Menechelle again, but the magic power was thrown up before it could move. In the violent shock, the magic arrows failed to gather and turned into particles. go.

——Fairy Knight, that’s it?

The great sword was raised. Menechelle followed the elf Tristan who was thrown away and raised the great sword.

——But no matter what, let’s kill first.

Clang——!