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

The dragon's eyelids trembled. Suddenly, its eyelids opened to reveal a pair of golden vertical pupils. Its head turned slightly but did not leave its forelimbs, but this posture was actually more intimidating.

The giant dragon looked at the few tiny primates that were approaching him. He was slightly startled when he landed somewhere. His original displeasure at being disturbed was replaced by surprise: "Are you still alive?"

The giant dragon did not use the magic of sound transmission in its head. The air flow spewed out from the dragon's mouth was like a hurricane and almost blew away several people in front of it.

"Ah, I am." Chiko Muramasa grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka who could no longer control his body with one hand. He scratched his cheek indifferently: "I have experienced some things since I climbed out from below. In short, for the time being, it is Be with them."

The giant dragon focused its attention on Qianzi Muramasa who was speaking. Qianzi Muramasa could actually see the expression of difficulty on the dragon's face.

"Oh, no wonder you feel familiar."

This time the sound rang directly in the brain, avoiding the need to face the strong wind again.

"That's right, we want to see the Son of Prophecy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the dragon that was extremely relaxed a moment ago suddenly raised its head, showing off its size advantage. But what it did was not a shock. The dragon looked back at the Treasury City behind him: "She is inside, do you want to go in to find her?"

Immediately, the guards guarding the gate of the treasury city looked over with fearful eyes. Spriggan had ordered him to never allow other goblins except the followers of the Son of Prophecy to enter.

Although Spriggan sent a strong soldier to guard the gate of Treasury City, there would still be pressure if the opponent was a dragon.

Fortunately, there was a noise from behind him, and the sound of the city gate being pushed open saved him from having to make a difficult choice. Spriggan's voice came from far and near: "Oh, Son of Prophecy, do you really not want to think about it anymore? The reward is easy to say."

But Artoria, who was being spoken to by him, showed an awkward but polite distant smile. She was obviously not used to Sprigan's excessive enthusiasm. If it weren't for the fact that there was a gap between her and Spriggan. As for Gareth, I'm afraid Spriggan will really do some personal persuasion.

At this time, after seeing the group of people surrounding the elf Menechelle, Artoria's eyes simply lit up, as she saw the savior.

Sprigan also stopped in his tracks, with regret on his face but still did not forget to shout at Artoria's back: "Okay, Your Excellency, Son of Prophecy, if you are willing to settle in the Vault City, please be sure to join us." I contact!"

——Who would want to go? You obviously just want to find a bodyguard for Treasury City!

"I've been waiting for a long time." Arturia trotted to the side of the fairy Menechelle. She seemed to have just noticed the people around her, and looked at the faces of the old and young men and women in front of her with scrutinizing eyes. Then, I saw the pink-haired fairy who had just parted ways.

She noticed that the girl with orange ponytail who seemed to be the leader was looking at her with surprise and disbelief. Altria tilted her head towards her and said, "I remember you are..."

"Yes, I am one of the people you rescued at the port earlier."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was very surprised. When she was at the port, she was only paying attention to Mashu and did not take a closer look at the face of the child of prophecy. Now she looked very familiar - isn't this Artoria?

"Artoria, they are here to find you."

The dragon's voice sounded. Fujimaru Ritsuka was even more surprised. Not only the appearance but also the names were exactly the same. This was not a coincidence.

Behind him, Leonardo da Vinci quietly grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, and she spoke in an inaudible voice: "She should be King Arthur's counterpart in this Lost Belt, and it is reasonable for her to be the son of the prophecy to defeat Morgan. "

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka had seen residents of this world named Gawain and Ezequiel, but none of them were as identical as Artoria.

"I recognize you. You were organizing residents to evacuate." Looking at it with fairy eyes, the soft color made Artoria's businesslike smile become a little more sincere: "Is there anything I can do to help you? ?”

"Yes, it is our companion, the shield user who used your name. She also disappeared along with the disaster."

Gareth did not participate in the operations at the port. When she heard that the people in front of her were the companions of the impostors, she immediately showed hostility. However, when she heard that the other party's companions disappeared, her hostility subsided a little.

Arturia also showed a surprised look. She immediately raised her hand to her mouth to make a silent gesture, and looked around. Sure enough, Spriggan and his guards were looking at this side without blinking.

"I was negligent." Fujimaru Ritsuka also realized that this was not a good place to chat.

"Let's go up and chat." Artoria pointed to the sky.

"Go up?"

"It's to the bell tower. It's quiet there."

"Successful?" This was the dragon's question.

"Successful." Arturia replied in the affirmative.

I thought it would be difficult to get Spriggan to agree to let her ring the selection bell for Norwich, but perhaps it was her performance in guarding Norwich that made the other party agree easily. And he also provided a warning to her: "The previous generation of savior Ash once left a mark on the clock tower, so be careful."

"The Bell Tower requires the Son of Prophecy to go alone." The dragon didn't seem to want to fly with so many people.

"You didn't go there last time."

From a few words, Arturia guessed that the dragon had never seen the Clock Tower, and she said in a persuasive way: "So come with me this time."

"Lord Spriggan said that the mark of Ash is left there. Maybe there is something related to you left."

Then, the dragon's determined eyes began to flash.

(End of this chapter)

新年 快乐

新年 快乐

Happy Year of the Dragon! In the new year, I wish everyone who has read this far (of course, I will also wish you all the best even if you haven’t read this far) smooth sailing, prosperity, and peace of mind.

I tried my best to update last month, but found that I couldn’t finish this volume before the Spring Festival. In theory, it should be about the same, but I had a small accident in the length of the plot.

So far, I have written almost 12 words in this volume. In the past, I could have finished every volume except the first one. But this time, according to the outline, I have only written a little more than half of it, and there are still a lot of foreshadowings to be written. When I go to school in March, this plot will probably be delayed for a long time. So my updates have been unstable during this period. In fact, I am streamlining the plot, but I also have to ensure that when various foreshadowings are revealed in the end, I can find the boomerangs I threw out before.

It's tiring, but this is the last volume and I want to finish it in the best possible way.

Thank you for your support. When writing this paragraph, I suddenly felt that after I finished writing this speech, I still had a lot to say, so I will leave it at that time.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 442 Norwich Bone Bell

The Bell Tower is spacious, but not wide enough to accommodate a giant dragon.

So the dragon maintained a hovering height and stopped on the outside of the Bell Tower, allowing everyone on the dragon's back to step into the tower one by one. Artoria turned around and saw the giant dragon looking straight at this side but unable to come in. She was amused by the pitiful expression of the other party, and waved to it: "Menechelle, come in too."

"—!"

"Eh?"

After hearing this name, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Leonardo da Vinci's faces froze. They turned their necks stiffly like puppets, and saw the dragon's body shrinking and becoming smaller, and finally turned into a back. A black-haired girl with wings, the black scales were quickly smoothed on her body, a black and red dress was put on her, and she jumped into the Bell Tower.

"Menechel?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was shocked. She was not Menechel who had never seen a woman before, but it was completely different from the dragon in front of her.

After hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka's question, the dragon girl turned around expressionlessly: "I am Fairy Knight Menechelle, your name is -"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head by the staff that followed him: "Idiot, don't use this trick all the time!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his hand and quickly pulled Ezequiel, who was also surprised and wide-eyed: "Didn't you say he was a tall man with a big sword?"

"I can't come."

"A very standard trash talk." Oberon never missed an opportunity to mock Ezequiel: "Don't you want to find someone to raise you? That dragon doesn't look very smart. Do you want it? Try it.”

"Go to hell, then I will become her spare food."

Pulling the aggrieved fairy Menechelle behind her, Artoria looked at her with alert eyes. The volume of the conversation between them just now was not low, so Arturia could also hear it. The directional features made her immediately think of that man.

"Do you know Menethil?"

"No, Son of Prophecy. The Menechelle we are talking about and the elf knight behind you are not the same person. In fact, we are people from the world outside Britain." Da Vinci stood up and spoke in the shortest possible sentence Said: "We thought that the knight with you was our companion."

Artoria was startled, not only her, but Gareth also looked surprised.

Da Vinci mistakenly took this reaction as suspicion. She was thinking about how to make the Son of Prophecy believe what she said, but Arturia spoke first: "So you are from the same world as Menechelle."

This time it was Da Vinci's turn to be surprised.

"The Son of Prophecy..."

"Sorry, he gave everything to protect me." Arturia pursed her lips and pointed at the fairy Menechelle behind her: "She is the fairy I named after him."

Da Vinci's eyes widened a bit, and then he showed a bitter smile as expected: "To protect you... It's really a way to die that suits his character."

Touching the hair accessory on the bangs on her forehead, Artoria brushed off the topic: "You guys came to me for more than just this matter."

"Yes. Another of our companions... assumed the title of Son of your prophecy because he lost his memory."

"Just call me Artoria." Artoria's eyes were much softer than before.

She listened quietly to what Da Vinci had to say. When she heard Da Vinci asking if he could accompany them to Onik, the fairy Menechelle suddenly said: "Onik, Ash has been there too. There is also a bell tower there."

Artoria turned around in surprise. She had never heard the other party say that before.

However, even if the fairy Menechelle didn't say anything, she still planned to help these "husband's family" out of compensation.

"Of course, but you have to wait for me first..." Arturia pointed to the huge bell beside her.

"There's a lecherous old man who's been looking at you since just now. Do you need my help to block him when you ring the bell?" asked Oberon.

"I can help you keep an eye on this restless big bug." Ezequiel also spoke.

Oberon was furious and struggled with Ezequiel, but was forcefully separated by the goblin Menechelle's hands.

"Don't fight here." This is where Ash left his mark.

Ezequiel quickly withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted, and blocked Oberon in front of him.

"It's not needed for the time being." Artoria blinked, remembering Spriggan's instructions, and paused with one hand hanging in front of the huge bell, and said uncertainly: "It's hard to say, maybe it is needed."

But at this time, she couldn't help but think so much. She raised the chosen staff horizontally, passed the staff over her head, and pressed her palm on the bell. A faint wave of magic flowed around her, like a gleaming light. Like stars. An inexplicable melody swirled in her mind. She opened her mouth, and the characters popped out of it involuntarily:

"Songs of paradise, sounds of the inner sea."

"Guide the way back to the lost ones——"

The staff of choice in her hand and the fluorescent light of the bell complemented each other. The huge body of the bell began to tremble, and there was a trace of magic engraved in it. Arturia wanted to look away, but the silky The magic power carved a long series of lines on the bell, which shone with white light. Not just the body of the clock, the white light climbed all the way up Artoria's hand holding the face of the clock.

——Am I glowing?

Realizing this, Artoria became panicked, but her body seemed to be out of her control, and she was still reciting her prayers to herself.

"—Forgive his sins."

She could clearly feel the temperature on her body rising rapidly. She could feel the clock in her hand shaking violently, and she could even hear her own violent heartbeat.

宕

clang--

There was a majestic echo in her ears. It was the sound of the bell of selection being rung. The majestic bell echoed in her ears, making Artoria's spirit trance. Just like the previous prayer, her mind Many complicated pictures appeared in the picture, and they flashed rapidly in front of her eyes one by one like a revolving lantern. Arturia wanted to catch it, but those pictures swept away before she could see them clearly.

"The temperature is suddenly so high. Are you going to burn?" There was a strange sound behind her, and she remembered that it was the voice of the goblin named Oberon.

"Water! Do you need water? Bring water quickly, Lady Artoria is about to burn!" This was undoubtedly Gareth's voice.

"Wait! Don't go there, this is normal!" She couldn't tell whose voice it was.

"Uh-huh, let's look at the back first instead of this. Look at the back, there's the Fairy Death Lord."

But the chaotic sounds behind him became softer and softer, replaced by another voice that seemed to ring in his ears. The ethereal and distant voice seemed to be talking to her beyond time and space.

The sound of the bone clock was far away and sometimes near, and she seemed to be in a dream.

In her dream she saw another version of herself in the history of pan-humanity. She has the same name but is neither a magician nor a fairy. At the same time, she is also worthy of the name of Red Dragon and King, she is excellent.

——Artoria Pendragon.

Incredibly shining, extremely painful.

……

Camelot.

On the throne, Morgan, who had closed her eyes to relax, suddenly opened her eyes. She raised her head and looked forward.

"In Norwich? You're actually hanging out with the Son of Prophecy."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 443 Son of Prophecy, you don’t want to be unable to see your sweetheart, right?

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and circles of spreading light bloomed in front of Artoria's eyes. After a while, she lowered her hand on the chosen clock. Her vision became clear again, and then she saw the crowd surrounding her, about five steps away from her.

"What are you doing?"

Arturia blinked inexplicably. She took a step forward and immediately noticed something strange - her body seemed to become lighter, and her body was now surrounded by bright spots of light, which came from inside her body. Overflowing magic power.

"Just when you were ringing the bell, the Goblin Dead Lord appeared and wanted to attack you. Although his appearance before birth is no longer visible, he should be the leader of the Earth Clan of the previous generation." Oberon answered.

"Then the Black Knight appeared, destroyed the Goblin Lord of Death, and stopped us all from getting close to you." Goblin Menechelle immediately added.

"Black Knight?" Artoria tilted her head and asked, regardless of feeling the changes in herself: "Is it the Black Knight I thought of?"