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

With pure black scales, exaggerated wings, and golden vertical pupils, it was clearly a giant dragon. The moment the two sides passed each other, Fujimaru Ritsuka saw a girl in a blue beret standing on the dragon's back, holding a staff in one hand.

"That's the child of prophecy!"

This was Ezequiel’s determined voice.

——Dragon Knight!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up. The warrior riding the dragon is indeed worthy of the name of the savior fairy.

But she didn't forget what she should do now.

She ran to Matthew.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 440: Salvation Prophecy Part [Offering Hypocrisy to the Prophecy]

The giant dragon moved around in the sky, deftly interspersing between the attacks of the Hand of Disaster. Although the azure dragon breath it spewed out from time to time was blocked by countless intertwined and twisted dark palms, it was monotonous and gray. The sky adds a pop of color.

One hand grabbed a raised scale on the dragon's back, and Artoria lowered her center of gravity to prevent herself from being thrown away. Although she was already an experienced dragon knight with two experiences, she was so high-speed and highly maneuverable. This was the first time to fly, and my heart was pounding with excitement, and the palm of the hand holding the staff of choice was even more wet. Her eyes were fixed on the hand of disaster in front of her that was still approaching Norwich mechanically, her lips moving as she recited a lengthy incantation.

The closer it gets to the disaster, more and more cursed palms emerge from under the waves, forcing the dragon to keep rising. However, the concentration of the curse above the clouds, which is thick enough to give birth to Morse, also forces it not to fly. Too high.

The distance between the two sides was already very close. At this time, the dragon was flying almost close to the face of the hand of disaster.

In front of it, a black and red light suddenly flashed like a star.

In the next moment, a shocking cursed beam of light burst out. The giant dragon quickly avoided, but the scarlet curse pursued the dragon and continued to move sideways.

The spell Arturia recited stalled, and before the magic power she had gathered could be used, it quickly withered due to the curse that spread in the air.

"Stand still."

The voice of the goblin Menechiel rang in his mind, and the next moment the dragon suddenly rose up, its head raised, and it breathed out dragon breath toward the cumulus clouds above that gathered large amounts of curses.

A gap opened in the clouds, and before regrouping, the dragon plunged into the sea of ​​clouds, driving Arturia upwards to completely avoid the cursed beam of light. The curse that followed quickly followed to fill the gap in the clouds.

The curse that lost its target turned again and spewed out in the direction of Norwich.

And at the same time that the bloody curse was spit out, directly above the Hand of Disaster, another blue light beam shot down from the sky, facing the top of the unsuspecting Hand of Disaster.

The explosive magic stirred up the sea water and set off a circle of air waves. The giant dragon flapped its wings and slowly descended from the clouds to hover. Standing upright on the giant dragon was a girl in blue robe. Under the rolling black clouds, the holy brilliance fell from her. The winding staff she held lit up, highlighting her profile with the brilliance of divinity.

Arturia glanced at Norwich from the side and behind her, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the scarlet curse seemed to have hit an invisible barrier when it touched the dock, making it difficult to move forward.

'It's the purple-haired goblin. '

At this time, all the curses wrapped around the hand of disaster stretched out, and the cursed light pillar was blocked by the large shield transformed in front of Norwich Pier. At this moment, only the bare torso was left in front of them.

The sound of chanting the curse stopped at this moment, and the light on her body suddenly brightened. This was the magic with the longest byte that Merlin taught her. She didn't know if it would work. If even this blow could not hurt the disaster, If she doesn't have the hand of misfortune, then she won't be able to deal with him.

Circles of magic ripples illuminated her profile, and Arturia silently recited Ainsel's curse in her heart.

【Iron City, Sea of ​​Coal】

The capital city made of steel is like a cursed sea half as deep as coal.

She thought to herself, this is the time.

She prayed in her heart that it would work.

As if having a telepathic connection, the dragon flapped its wings and sank closer. At this moment, facing Artoria was the Hand of Disaster.

Magic power began to gather, forming a rotating ice-blue spell in front of Artoria. Once the spell appeared, it quickly spread to the surroundings, filling most of the space around her in an instant.

[When repelling disaster, the pilgrims should be welcomed]

Arturia stretched out her chosen staff, pointing directly at the center of the magic circle.

The large light blue shield blocking Norwich's front made a clicking sound under the blood-red curse and the slaps of countless black palms.

Sudden!

A beam of lake-blue light that was much thicker than the dragon's breath spurted out.

Snapped!

At the bottom of the waves, a thick black arm suddenly stretched out, casually slapping the magic light beam.

Under Artoria's stunned gaze, the beam of light was violently shot back. Among the countless scattered ice-blue particles, the arm stabbed towards the dragon's neck like lightning. However, the black dragon, who had been prepared, flapped its wings again and bypassed He caught the incoming black palm.

But soon, it realized something was wrong. The giant dragon stared at the rolling sea below. The dark waves seemed to have solidified, and the rolling waves maintained their original state. The entire wave faded away from its original black color and was washed into crystal blue.

Not only the sea surface, but also the sky became clear and transparent, turning into a pure blue that it had never seen before, like the sea water below.

At this time, the ocean and sky turned into a sapphire blue water mirror, extending from the southernmost part of Norwich to the coast, perfectly dividing the incongruous black in the middle.

"Did you do this?"

"No." Artoria was also stunned. She looked up at the sky that had become half as blue as wild hyacinth flowers and shook her head mechanically.

While they were talking, the blue color above and below began to ripple in circles, creating whirlpool-like ripples.

The giant dragon flapped its wings and flew out in the next moment, fleeing further away, but it was still too late.

A sapphire blue light curtain suddenly descended.

Like a waterfall pouring down from the sky, forming an opaque curtain of surging water.

There was no explosion, no high temperature, not even any escaping magic power.

A curtain of water washes quietly across every corner of Norwich. The Hand of Disaster tried to resist, but more water curtains pressed down on it, making it unable to stand up straight. Finally, it was penetrated from top to bottom by this water curtain.

The vortex rotated counterclockwise, and the waterfall that originally sloped down began to flow backwards, and the seawater sweeping across the entire sea area flew toward the sky above.

The center of the vortex began to expand, stirring the surrounding clouds dyed icy blue and the rolling sea water below, creating a cloudless and waterless hollow center between the sky and the earth in Norwich, and as the The rotation speed of the vortex in the middle increases toward the periphery, until it reaches a certain critical point. At this time, the sky and the earth seem to be exchanged. From the center of the vortex, a blinding blue light suddenly appears.

The violent airflow followed closely behind, seeming to swallow up everything around it. Arturia lay on the dragon's back, and the dragon flapped its wings vigorously to prevent them from being sucked into the hole together with the Hand of Disaster.

The concept of time was crushed in the pure blue. After an unknown period of time, just as it appeared, the suction disappeared instantly without anyone noticing.

Driven by the air currents, the clouds dispersed in all directions, revealing the orange sky below. The hand of disaster that originally connected heaven and earth has disappeared. The seawater covering the sky lost its support and tilted downwards, setting off waves tens of meters high.

But before the tsunami reached the pier, it rolled up waves again from below, and a giant dragon rose from the sea level, separating the tsunami and the pier.

The dragon breathed out, and Artoria stood on the dragon's back expressionlessly, also shooting a magic beam forward.

Dragon's breath and magic, which had no effect on the Hand of Disaster, worked wonders in the face of the tsunami. The huge waves were instantly broken up by two beams of light. The waves were split into countless waves and disappeared softly above the sea level. The occasional splash of water touched Artoria's body and could only remove the hem of her clothes. Soaked.

Artoria kept raising her staff, and her expression showed no emotion or anger. But somehow, it just gives people a sad feeling.

The dragon wanted to comfort her, but was worried that his poor human language skills would have the opposite effect. He could only flap his wings quietly and hover in the air, waiting for Altria's next instruction.

"We are saved."

The first cheer came from behind, and the dragon looked sideways. It was a rich goblin wearing a gorgeous robe and a beige bun.

As the first cheers fell, the fairies and humans gathered on the pier, or on the streets further away, all chirped in celebration as if they were waking up from a dream.

"The Son of Prophecy, the real Son of Prophecy saved us!"

"This is the real child of the prophecy! Riding a dragon, even the queen doesn't have this ability, right?"

"Son of prophecy, we love and respect you!"

The dragon turned around, letting Artoria face the direction of Norwich. Artoria's originally expressionless face finally showed a bit of sadness because of the downward curl of the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly the noise behind him stopped, and a group of uniform footsteps came. Uniformed guards quickly took control of the dock. But he never dared to get closer than fifteen steps away from the giant dragon.

The guards were separated in the middle and lined up on both sides to make way for the middle road. Following the clatter of footsteps, a middle-aged male goblin with long light yellow hair walked out from the end of the queue under the protection of several guards. That was Spriggan, Lord of Norwich, and Artoria did not feel the pressure of a mountain like Murien, nor was he as gorgeously rotten as Aurora.

Spriggan refused to move forward when he was about thirty steps in front of the dragon.

"I am Sprigan, Lord of Norwich."

"First of all, I must sincerely thank you, the real son of the prophecy, for saving the Treasury City, saving the property and residents of Norwich. Of course, please don't be stingy about accepting my reward. Please allow me to invite you after the reward. You can discuss it later."

Arturia did not refuse, because she really needed to ring the bell of selection in Norwich to complete the subsequent prophecies.

Even if the disaster is not solved by oneself.

Sprigan continued: "Secondly, please allow me to express my apology. I was so stupid that I pretended to be the son of the prophecy. Although the fake one has disappeared in the disaster, as an apology, I have given you I have taken control of her companions and leave them to you to deal with."

As Spriggan clapped his hands, guards immediately escorted a pink goblin to the dragon.

--Disappeared?

Artoria thought of the big shield that resisted the curse of the Hand of Disaster for Norridge, and the sadness in her eyes became even stronger.

Even the purple-haired goblin dutifully fulfilled his obligations as the Son of Prophecy and protected Norwich with his life.

The pink-haired elf was detained on the ground, but he still did not forget to raise his head and look at Artoria, and he did not feel sad for the death of his companion for a moment.

"It really seems...it seems like this is the real child of prophecy."

The other party's murmur could not escape the dragon's hearing. The fairy Menechelle looked at this scene and felt that she had seen it somewhere before, but she could not remember it anyway.

"Let her go. They didn't do anything to feel sorry for Norwich. On the contrary, they protected Norwich."

"As expected of the Son of Prophecy, he is really a generous person." Sprigan clapped his hands and motioned for his men to let him go. At the same time, he turned half of his body to the side and made a gesture of invitation: "Then, Mr. Son of Prophecy, please allow me to You introduce the Vault City and select a few of your favorite rewards."

……

After Spriggan led the Son of Prophecy away, the guards at the dock also left together. The goblins who had lost their restraints once again burst into noise, perhaps out of revenge. The excitement at this moment was even greater than the last time. Whether humans or goblins, everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster.

But there is only one exception. Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into her flesh. The blood flowing from her palms and the pain she felt all showed that this was not a dream.

But how is this possible?

It was obvious that he had just met Ma Xiu, that Ma Xiu had already remembered, and that he had blocked the attack of Calamity, but why did Ma Xiu disappear in that blue light.

Leonardo da Vinci touched Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulders and silently comforted the girl who seemed to be a little dazed.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic, Miss." The unique hoarse voice was immediately recognizable as the voice of an old man: "Have you personally confirmed Matthew's death?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka forced a smile, but with just the simple movement of turning his head, tears flowed from his eyes: "Thank you for your comfort."

"You don't understand." Ezequiel shook his head: "The magical power displayed by the son of prophecy is simply not enough to support the magical power that enveloped the entire Norwich and wiped out that big guy in one fell swoop. Even Ash ...The former savior couldn't do it. So this may be just a blinding magic, transporting the disaster to another place."

Ezequiel's words gave Fujimaru Ritsuka another glimmer of hope. She desperately wanted to seize that little bit of hope and asked cautiously: "But if the same disaster occurs elsewhere, then the secret will be exposed." Yet?"

"Teleportation magic doesn't necessarily have to be transferred within the goblin country...it could also be -" Ezequiel felt an inexplicable gaze on him while he was speaking, but this did not affect him from continuing: "Maybe it can be transferred to you." Maybe the world over there is gone."

"What's this?"

The hope that had just been ignited was extinguished again, the light in his eyes gradually faded, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's mood was even lower than last time. Oberon glared at Ezequiel angrily, wondering why he was like this, and then glared angrily at Qianzi Muramasa, wondering why he didn't kill this perverted old man in the first place.

Ezequiel touched his hair. He really wanted to comfort Fujimaru Ritsuka just now, but he did not dare to speak out his unconfirmed speculation and could only change his words abruptly. His dark red eyes wandered around the crowd, looking for the pair of eyes that had just stared at him.

"Although the old man guessed completely wrong, he was right about one thing. Matthew is not dead."

This was a voice that did not belong to anyone in Chaldea. The unfamiliar voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Meeting the gaze without fear, a goblin stepped forward.

Looking at that petite figure, Qianzi Muramasa stopped drawing the sword and said with hesitation, "I remember you were just now..."

"I am Habetlot, the companion of Matthew you call me." She smiled and said, "I know where Matthew is."

"where?"

The goblin who calls himself Habetlot looks around, looking at the eager Fujimaru Ritsuka, the doubtful Leonardo da Vinci, the indifferent Senko Muramasa, the surprised Ezequiel, and the incomprehensible Oberon. Passed by one by one.

"I can take you there, but before that, we have to find the real Son of Prophecy. Only by relying on her does it make sense for us to go there."

"The true son of the prophecy?"

"Yes, that's the one riding on the dragon's back just now. You can tell at a glance that the children of prophecy throughout the ages must have been like that."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 441

The Treasury City was rebuilt on the basis of the ruins of the original Norwich Bell Tower. While retaining the bell, it also reinforced the foundation below. It can be said that this is the tallest building in Norwich.

But at this time, this [highest level] is being challenged. It was a dark behemoth lying on the edge of the treasury city. The dragon's wings were gathered on its back, its hind limbs were curled up on its abdomen, and its forelimbs were bent to rest its head on it. But even in such a relaxed and low-key posture, the dragon's body was still smaller than The Treasury City on the other side is much higher.

That's a giant dragon.

Normally speaking, if such a fantasy creature that only existed in legend suddenly appeared in the downtown area, the fairies in Norwich would definitely be unable to help but watch. However, the residents who escaped from the curse and tsunami set off by the hand of disaster had seen the terrifying intimidation of this giant dragon, and they only dared to watch from a distance but did not dare to approach.

The elf Menechelle is naturally happy to have such a leisurely life. Since she escaped from Camelot with the new generation of children of prophecy, she has not had a good rest in this posture for a long time. Artoria followed Spriggan to the Vault City. When she was about to enter, Artoria told Spriggan in front of him that if she didn't come out within an hour, it could wreak havoc on the buildings in Norwich.

The dragon arched its head, knowing that Artoria had deliberately told Spriggan. But it will also not destroy the architecture of Norwich, which is already one of the few places where the shadow of the ash still remains.