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

"Go up. He's not as seriously injured as you. You can go up by yourself. Ai has cast a spell to cut off magic power here. If you don't go up quickly, your magic power will be taken away."

".Ashe." Hearing this name again, it was just different from the previous legend passed down orally. This dragon was actually a witness to Ash's journey. Menechelle refreshed his understanding of the age of the creature in front of him - maybe it The time mentioned was in the Fairy Calendar not long ago.

However, he did feel that the magic power was being withdrawn from his body. Even he was like this, let alone the other two goblins.

——If there is really nothing strange about this cave, how could the fairy Lancelot let them down for so long without pursuing them.

"Don't you want to go out? Or do you just want to stay here all your life?"

"I don't have the magic to break free from the chains that hold me in place."

Then Menechiel fell into deep thought.

It doesn't matter if he dies here, but what will Artoria do after he dies?

"I answered your question, and now it's your turn to answer mine." The dragon looked with golden eyes: "Ai said that equivalent exchange is necessary."

Menechiel was speechless. It turned out that the dragon's answer was to let him answer the question.

"How is Ash?"

Menechelle: ".Huh?"

"It has disappeared for more than two thousand years." Menechiel could only answer with the legend he heard from Gareth.

"That's not you."

The dragon didn't speak for a while. Just when Menechel thought it had lost interest in the conversation and was about to recover, he suddenly heard the voice again: "Human, if you want to go up, I can take you up. But it will take some time." Time.”

Menechel looked over and saw that not long ago, it was saying that he couldn't fly up.

"You have to wait for me to replenish my magic power. There will be goblins above who will send me magic power. Then I will be liberated. When the time comes, you can hide on me and you can be taken out. However, you have to remove the three goblins behind you. Throw it away."

"About today, or maybe tomorrow, they will be unable to bear the curse and turn into Morse. Although they are not strong, they are quite annoying."

Menechelle froze and turned into Morse. In other words, will they die?

As a result, it would be difficult for him to remain calm.

“Can Morsianization be avoided?”

"I've seen goblins fall, and some even turned into Morse on the way down."

Although I had guessed it a long time ago, it was a different feeling when I actually heard this answer.

Menechelle licked her lips.

Does it provide magic power?

Menechelle thought of the caravan full of humans he saw when he first entered the city, and he probably knew the source of those magic powers.

However, even if that is the case, it is still too late...

"So--"

"Isn't there another way?" Menechelle raised his head, and his only intact hand was raised, pointing to himself with pride and arrogance.

Haven’t you already thought of a way to get the best of both worlds?

"Isn't there another source of magic power that you can absorb? The magic power obtained by eating me will probably exceed all the magic sources you will eat next."

"In exchange, you can take them away."

The dragon didn't speak. Its golden pupils turned around and stared at Menechelle with its majestic vertical pupils.

"Are you begging to die?"

"That's pretty much it."

"Let me ask, is it possible that you like to die?"

Why does this dragon look like it's not very smart?

"No, for life, death is something that life can only bear once."

"Then try and eat me."

There was nothing he could do but believe. But he became happy again. This body actually worked again at the last moment.

Holding on to the stone wall, Menechel used his legs without soles to support the ground. He wanted to die in a way that best suited his image, rather than simply being a sacrifice.

But before he could take this step, his sleeve was pulled.

The pulling force is very limited, but it does exist.

"do not go."

It was very faint, but you could tell that it was Artoria's voice.

The girl tugged on Menechelle's sleeve, murmuring and pleading.

"do not go."

"You promise me you will win, and I promise you I will get you out."

There was no need for Menechelle to explain the stakes. She heard the conversation just now and knew what she should do now. She should show Menechiel her growth and respond to Menechiel's decision to die with the highest respect like a true savior.

However, the reason why sensibility is defined as sensibility is precisely because it cannot be controlled by reason.

She became timid and begged Menechelle over and over again not to leave. She was afraid, fearing that she was an unqualified child of the prophecy who had failed to live up to Menethil's expectations.

"It would be great if it wasn't me." She squeezed Menechiel's sleeve tightly, and tears flowed out spontaneously: "It would be great if the son of the prophecy was not me, it would be someone else. If it were Mi Naichelle, the King Arthur in your memory, if it were her, you wouldn’t have to work so hard, her words would definitely help you, and her words would definitely save you.”

"For a person like me, I don't want to be the son of the prophecy. I just want to keep you."

"It would be nice if, in the beginning, you didn't meet me."

Menachel raised his left hand, and as soon as he loosened his hand, he almost fell down because of the pain from the wound on his foot. However, he managed to keep his body steady, and put his left hand on Altria's forehead. Just as Altria closed her eyes because she remembered that she had said something discouraging again and thought she was going to be beaten again, the familiar pain did not come.

"you can."

Menechelle pressed Arturia's head with her hands and leaned her against his chest, letting her feel her body temperature.

"Originally, I was worried about what you would do after you left me, but now, I am completely relieved."

Arturia hugged Menechelle's shoulders with her backhand, preventing her from leaving.

Menechiel was somewhat grateful that the deep pit in the ground gave him enough time to say goodbye.

"Artoria, when I first met you, you were actually planning to commit suicide."

Arturia froze.

"For fairies, forgetting the purpose of their existence is essentially death. That's why I brought you out without any explanation."

"I thought I hid it well...and you looked stupid at that time." Arturia muttered softly.

"And you who want to commit suicide like that, who don't know what to do, can already feel your heart and know what you want to do."

"Actually, I lied to you at that time. I didn't save you because I was convinced that you were the child of prophecy, but because you were Artoria." He comforted Artoria with the only palm he had left. Ya's head: "Just like now, I didn't save you because you are the child of prophecy, but because you are Artoria."

But Artoria still refused to let go.

"From the Unknown Wood to the South Plains, from Salisbury to Gloucester, from the Drake to Norwich."

"The person who spent this wonderful trip with me was neither the child of prophecy nor King Arthur, but you, Artoria. Both you and this trip are worthy of this miracle. An encounter like a dream after death.”

So Menechelle broke away, looking at her pitiful eyes that were as helpless as an abandoned cat, he flicked Artoria's forehead again.

Seeing that Arturia was still covering her hands in a familiar gesture, but still looking at him with tearful eyes, Menechelle couldn't help but laugh:

"Don't show such an expression, Artoria, we will meet again, maybe tomorrow, maybe at the end of your journey."

Arturia didn't want to believe it, but Menechelle stroked her blue hyacinth flower hair ornament: "I made an appointment with you."

Arturia looked at Menechelle and already had the answer in her heart. She looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, but failed to stop her tears. She could only lower her head to wipe away the tears with her arms. She knew that at this time, she could only raise a smile: "Then we have made an appointment, and we are not allowed to lie. "

"Never lie."

……

Came to the dragon's mouth.

"Will you keep your promise?" he asked.

"We sometimes keep our promises better than cunning primates." The dragon grinned, seeming to express disdain, but then he closed his mouth again: "If you can't trust me, you can throw away those two goblins. Go down, I know you haven't tried your best."

He can even stay standing.

Menechel sneered, as if he was responding to the dragon's proposal, but also to his own life.

Menechelle's left hand claw went straight into his abdomen, passed around his ribs, and touched his heart.

"I don't mind dying, and I don't mind living, but I don't want to live ugly."

So the dragon stopped trying to persuade him. He lowered his eyelids and said, "...Human beings are really difficult to understand."

The dragon opened its mouth.

It refused to eat it directly, saying that it had promised Ash not to eat primates alive. Therefore, it only needs Menechel's spiritual foundation.

Cold sweat broke out from his body because of the pain. The heart beats in his palm, which is different from being killed. The pain of suicide is far more painful than being killed.

——I really can’t imagine what kind of mood Arturia had before walking into the Nameless Forest.

His mind was empty and he began to think wildly.

Speaking of which, looking back on this journey, he seemed to have done nothing.

Twenty-eight days of new life, why does he live?

In order to kill Morgan and save the Fairy Kingdom.

——No, that ideal is too noble, it’s not him.

To keep Arturia and Gareth alive? No matter sacrificing your life.

——No, this is not what you live for, but what you die for. What is more important than death is what to live for.

Pinching his heart with his fingers, Menechelle knew that Artoria was watching, so he smiled an extremely handsome and fearless smile.

Guides to the South Plains, shopping in Salisbury, shopping in Gloucester, anecdotes about the River of Tears in Oxford, gift-giving in Norwich, rescues from Camelot's boondoggles, and more in places that cannot be named More things happened, they were integrated into these twenty-eight days, and he could not judge the value of the journey composed of these trivial moments.

Until they turned into memories at this moment, fixed in this period of his life, integrated into his chest, and turned into passionate and intense emotions that impacted his heart. Then, he finally made a judgment——

This journey, which lasted only twenty-eight days, was an unforgettable memory worthy of being watered with my life and blood.

Menechelle's body was twitching, but she walked towards the dragon's mouth step by step.

Arturia wanted to help, but she held her ground and did not step forward. This was Menechelle's final call.

The heart was pulled out with force, and then, Menechel seemed to have lost all his strength, and he finally fell to the ground.

"Is she important to you?"

That was the voice of the dragon.

"Cut the nonsense."

He raised his head and gradually stopped talking. The light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the fingers that hooked the still-beating spiritual core slowly loosened.

The heart fell into the dragon's mouth and disappeared in an instant.

A bright golden light bloomed at the bottom of the giant dragon, and the rocks began to crack. A huge black dragon claw stretched out and grabbed Arturia and Gareth who were sitting on the stone platform. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, they unexpectedly Only Meneshel was avoided. The chains were broken at all, and two huge wings that covered the sky and sun stretched out, scattering the surrounding broken rocks. With a slight flap of the wings, they soared upwards.

"Menechel!"

Arturia stretched out her hand to grab it, but the stone platform was falling downwards and the dragon was climbing upwards. She did not hold on and could only watch herself getting further and further away from Menechelle.

"Menechelle! You liar!"

The dragon turned around and wanted to follow Arturia's will and bring back Menechelle's body, although she didn't know what the purpose of doing so was. But at the moment he turned around, Menechiel, who had long been dead in his eyes, was in a piece of rubble. His body fell downwards in a large shape, with only his left hand intact in his limbs, but it was that left hand that seemed to It was folded by the strong wind, facing the sky and in its direction, as if waving.

——Is this the strength you have reserved?

Maybe it was just Feng'er playing with the body, but it still couldn't help but think about it.

The dragon rises up.

When I looked again, I could only see the floating gold.

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"I'm falling."

"I can't see clearly anymore. I can only see a streak of blue flying towards the sky."

"That should be Piao Fei, right?"