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

There was a sound of the air being cut behind him, and the giant dragon immediately flapped its wings and flew higher. However, the petite knight turned straight up almost without any pause, without slowing down at all. He just came closer again in an instant. Lake Blue The sharp edge pierced its neck, the dragon's body rotated in the air, and the sword light cut open the scales of its left forelimb. It slapped the opponent's head with its other paw, but it couldn't even touch the hair.

The goblin Lancelot drew a series of disorderly tracks in the air. When the dragon reacted, dozens of swords had been slashed all over its body.

The scales were cut and turned outwards. The elf Lancelot was much more maneuverable than it, and its proud huge size completely became the opponent's target at this time.

'If this continues, it will definitely be consumed to death! '

After realizing this, when part of its body was cut open by the fairy Lancelot again, the scales on its body suddenly burned with orange light. At the next moment, a heat wave was like a bomb, centered on itself and moving towards the surroundings. diffusion.

The high temperature forced the elf Lancelot to immediately retreat and hover fifty meters away from the center of the heat source.

The hot air pushed away the air. When the firelight dissipated, the dragon's huge body had disappeared, replaced by a black-haired female figure. The curves of her body were highlighted by the close-fitting black scales, but the armor could be vaguely seen. The messy scratches were caused by the previous attack by the goblin Lancelot. On the back of the black-haired girl, two red wings that were enough to wrap around her body flapped silently, supporting her to keep flying.

At this time, the fairy Menechelle stretched out her right hand, and black scales immediately covered her palm, turning into a broad knight's heavy sword.

Looking at the sword, the elf Lancelot's mouth, which was not covered by the visor, turned downwards, showing an expression of extreme disgust.

"I see, he could turn into a primate, and you ate his body."

Of course she knew the owner of that sword, and it left her with the greatest trauma since her birth.

"No wonder the Son of Prophecy wanted to take back that person's body in order to give it to you."

The spiritless eyes of the elf Menechelle widened a bit, and her gaze became unusually sharp at this moment. The posture of some high-ranking predators could finally be seen on her face.

She recalled the other party's inexplicable familiarity with her dragon's body.

"Who are you."

"I saw you in the Swamp of Dragon Bones. At that time, I was just a piece of rotten flesh that couldn't move."

"The pathetic remains that were deprived of your magic power and even the existence itself was eaten by you are the original example of your dragon posture."

"Who are you."

"At this moment, I release the name granted by His Majesty. Listen carefully, I am not the fairy knight Lancelot." A magic power that is not inferior to the fairy Menechelle just now flows from the fairy Lancelot. It erupted from her body and enveloped her whole body in the next moment. The lake blue magic was stained with a disturbing blood red: "My real name is Melyuzina. Melyuzina of the Dim Swamp."

With the sound of gada gada, pieces of armor peeled off in the strong light, and were crushed to pieces. In the end, only the close-fitting dragon scale armor that was indistinguishable from the fairy Menechelle was left. on her petite body.

"It's the remaining "left limb" of Albion who was swallowed by you, the young earthly python, in the Lake District. "

Olalia is a character who appears in the first and third quarters of Norwich (2.6) in the twelfth quarter of fgo2. Her main appearance is that of a passerby, a fairy girl.

Chapter 449: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Jormungandr

Walking through the dense woods, you can clearly feel the humidity of the surrounding air rising sharply, and you can feel a faint smell of corruption everywhere.

The ancient trees on both sides suddenly spread out, and the muddy ground also extended to the end. Going forward, a quiet pool appeared in front of them.

It is more appropriate to say it is a pool, rather than a swamp. Rotten leaves, dead branches, and even some other indistinguishable impurities dyed the pond water dark brown, and the most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the huge skeleton in the center of the deep pond.

As far as the exposed parts outside the quagmire are concerned, the skeleton remains of the aircraft are several hundred meters long. And that is the remains of Albion, the legendary last pure-blood dragon.

Holding the guide she got from Oberon, Goyanskaya looked at the wreckage repeatedly.

"It was completely plundered, and there was no useable space left."

Finally, she put down the guide and looked regretful. The location provided by Murien is very accurate, but the time difference is too long, and nothing usable can be extracted from Albion's remains.

"Of course, the part that wasn't eaten has completely transformed into Melyuzina."

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from behind. Goyanskaya turned her head and saw a pale skeleton face at a glance. It is an image that reminds people of the undead at a glance. If a normal woman turns her head and sees a skull that is almost close to herself, she will definitely scream. But Gaoyanskaya is just the hair on her tail. He stood upright, his body stiffened for a moment and then quickly relaxed.

She didn't feel scared at all, but instead asked with interest and a coquettish tone: "Do you know this place very well?"

The Dead Elf Lord is something similar to an Earthbound Spirit formed due to the strong obsession after the death of the superior Elf. In a broad sense, it is infinitely close to the concept of a Servant.

"I have lived here for many, many years. However, this story was told to me by Lord Ainsel." The dead elf master did not accept life at all. He probably wandered alone for too long, and he was eager to find someone. Object to chat with.

From the few words the other party said, it can be inferred that the dead goblin was a goblin from the Mirror Clan during his lifetime. But then, the secrets told by the dead goblin made Goyanskaya completely lose interest in finding out the other party's identity.

"Do you know the Mortal Serpent?"

"Jormungandr, the snake of the courtyard?"

Goyanskaya knew this name. It was a divine snake in Norse mythology that could wrap around the world. It was the second child of Loki, the god of trickery. Its body was long enough to wrap around the world, so it was dubbed the Earthly Serpent. As famous as the demon wolf Fenrir, he was feared by Odin, was thrown into the sea, and was finally killed by Thor, the god of thunder.

But, what does the Nordic Warcraft have to do with Albion?

"Is it already so widely spread among the outside world?" The Goblin Dead Lord suddenly felt bored: "Then do you even know that the dragon accompanying Ash is the young Jörmungandr?"

"What version of the legend is that?" Gaoyanskaya's eyes widened. She had already completed the legend of the savior Ash from Murien, but no matter which version it was, the only characters in the legend were the savior Ash and the immortal Hei. There are only five knights, sage Grim, elf knight Tetrot and dragon.

"The dragon is Jörmungandr?"

What kind of joke is this? The external appearances of pythons and dragons are very different. Were all fairies at that time blind? How could you not tell the difference?

But suddenly, an idea emerged in Gaoyanskaya's mind, and she recalled what the dead goblin Lord had said before -

["The part that was not eaten has completely turned into Melyuzina."]

After being eaten, only the skeleton remains, which is actually the giant dragon of the python.

"You mean-" Goyanskaya's tone became excited: Jörmungandr had eaten Albion's remains, and the dragon following Ai imitated Albion in appearance. The Jörmungandr! "

"No, no -"

"If it is really Jormungandr, there shouldn't be no signs at all." If that huge creature, which is long enough to circle the world, really comes ashore and devours the remains of Albion, even if it lands from the nearby north coast, That huge body is enough to wipe out the entire land from Onik to the Lake District, and it won't just eat dead bodies.

"So you don't know." The dead elf master was obviously relieved, thinking that his flirtatious eyes were showing to the blind man.

"That's not Jormungandr, but 'Jormungandr'." The dead elf said something of unknown meaning and waved his hand: "In short, it's the next generation, the next generation."

"When Lord Ainsel saw it for the first time, it only had a very small one. He didn't know what it was. It was thin and short. There was only red flesh on the body without scales, so Lord Ainsel I just thought that such a small one might soon become one of the nutrients here."

"Then after some time, Lord Ainsel came to see it again, and saw that it seemed to use Albion's body as a nest. Lord Ainsel saw that not only was it not dead, but it had even grown up. circle, so Lord Ainsel thought that if such a tenacious one stayed, it might be possible to increase the species diversity in the lake area."

"The third time, when Lord Ainsel saw it, it was already longer than Lord Ainsel, hanging on Albion's remains. It turned out that it could grow so fast, all because of the end. The flesh and blood of the dragon was used as nourishment.”

"So Ainsel let it go again?" Gaoyanskaya made a reasonable guess based on the subsequent development of the story.

"How is it possible? As the manager of the Lake District, the Mirror Clan, how could Master Ainsel allow this to happen? She immediately went to stop it, and then was dragged down to the swamp and almost became the same as Albion."

"It was the savior Ash who appeared in time and brought one or two knights to save Lord Ainsel. Lord Ainsel asked Ash to kill the monsters that insulted the lake area, but Ash refused, but she still used Guang The magic of the domain - in the original words, "drain the swamps in the lake area and then go down and catch the snakes", knocked the second generation Jörmungandr to the ground, and then captured Jörmungandr as a slave. The part that was not eaten turned into the fairy (Melyuzina) of the dim swamp. "

"As for the little guy imitating Albion's image, it's probably because what Ai wants is a means of transportation. The body of a dragon is more suitable for carrying people than a snake."

"This is Lady Ainsel's subjective description, but considering that she even mentioned her dark history, it is quite credible."

"You...I..." Gaoyanskaya's eyes became confused. This rather fantastic description broke the imagination of that era that Gaoyanskaya had constructed.

"What's this?"

Even if she is as well-informed as she is, she can only sigh like this at this moment.

However, the Goblin Dead Lord did not end with the end of the story:

"So, stranger, no matter what you want to do when you go there, don't disturb its eternal rest. Apart from remembrance, this place has no value anymore."

Just give up?

Goyanskaya was a little unwilling. This was something she got in exchange for a deal with Oberon, and now she actually wants to give it up without doing anything?

Her eyes flashed, and she couldn't make a decision for a moment.

……

Had a vague dream.

The memory of the dream was very blurry. Artoria only remembered that she had gone through a tour like a revolving door from the perspective of the savior Ash. However, the dream ended abruptly at the fifth tour bell. When she woke up, she had forgotten a lot. , only vaguely remembering that there were five vague shadows surrounding her, which were Ai's most trusted partners.

The sadness passed through the dream and caught up with her in a very real way. When she opened her eyes, there was still a little moisture in the corners of her eyes.

"clang--"

The long-lasting sound of bones dispelled the emotion that did not belong to her, and the familiar light once again enveloped Artoria. Same as last time, her body's attributes have grown again.

"finished?"

The sound of her companion's voice made her look away from the bell as if she were awakening from a dream. She turned around and couldn't help but be startled when she saw the people behind her. Everyone, including Fujimaru Ritsuka, looked very embarrassed. It was obvious that they had just experienced a tough battle.

"Who did you see this time?"

She couldn't help but become curious, because when she rang the Norwich bell last time, Sage Grim's body of thoughts appeared along with it, so Leonardo da Vinci made a guess at that time: the so-called backhand of Ash is He left behind his companions and his body of thoughts, but even that only occupied five places.

"Don't mention it, it's some stupid dragon." The one who spoke was the newly joined sage Grim. There were large areas of charred black on his robe, and half of his long flowing hair was burned off: "It won't come. Did Onik do it on purpose? I know it is the missing person here."

"No, it doesn't even know that Qie has a backup plan." Da Vinci denied.

"You should look for your own reasons." Qianzicun was in the best condition among these combatants. The tattered clothes and obvious scratches on his body still revealed the brutality of the battle just now, but he still did not forget it. Squeezing Grim: "You are also a servant of the Son of Prophecy, how come you were beaten so hard by a mere missing person that you were so scared?"

"Huh? Do you want to fight?" Grimm jumped up regardless of his injury, and compared the hardness of his forehead with Qianzi Muramasa: "Is your grandson good enough for me to fight?"

"Ah."

boom!boom!

There were two more muffled sounds, and Arturia separated the two of them again.

"Strange, why does it feel so much stronger than before?" Grimm grinned in pain.

Chiko Muramasa: "It can't be right anymore."

"That's enough, now we should go rescue Matthew - Huh? Where is Oberon?" Halfway through the words, Artoria suddenly realized that one person was missing.

"Oberon has returned." Da Vinci said: "Almost at the same time you rang the bell, news came from Ezequiel that the Queen's army had attacked Londinion, and dispatched an elf knight and The leader of the Fang Clan.”

"Sure enough...wait, is it Londinion?"

"Yes, it's not Sheffield but Londinion." Leonardo da Vinci nodded in response to Artoria's question.

"What's the use of that guy Oberon? He can't beat me now."

"It seems that he went to ask for help. He has a good relationship with Aurora of Salisbury and Muraine of Gloucester. He went to move reinforcements."

Even though the fairies Menechelle and Gareth were left behind, she was still worried: "Then we have to hurry up and save Matthew before we go back."

The scene fell into sudden silence.

"What's wrong?" Arturia looked at the silent crowd, feeling uneasy in her heart, and she subconsciously opened her fairy eyes.

"To be honest, it doesn't make much sense for us to go back now." It was Grim who finally spoke. The last one to join him felt that his relationship with Artoria didn't matter, so he said to himself: "Since the Son of Prophecy knocks Bells can increase your strength, so you might as well take this opportunity to ring the other bells in one fell swoop. Maybe Artoria, if you grow up again, you will be enough to rival the Fairy Knight. Then, we will go to Edinburgh from the Lake District. I heard from them that you have reached a cooperation with the lord there, and you can bring the news there and ask for reinforcements, which is much more effective than the few of us rushing to rescue."

"As for what will happen to Londinion..."

Perhaps realizing that his tone was too aggressive, at this last moment, Grim's tone relaxed: "Don't worry, isn't there still that guy?"

"That guy's combat effectiveness was among the best among our companions in the past. He was known as the second weapon under the ultimate weapon."

Why did the next generation appear? It was when the Star Vanguard destroyed the Lostbelt civilization. The previous generation of Jörmungandr was naturally destroyed along with other gods and the land. However, the molt it left behind was still preserved in the sea, and under the strong will to survive After thousands of years of evolution, the next generation was finally formed. They were attracted by the remains of Albion, the fairy country of Britain, and traveled across the ocean to eat. Although it is far-fetched, it is necessary. As for why it is Jörmungandr, it is because the sage Grim of Cu Chulain (Odin) in the original work, the Celtic horned god, can be connected with Cu Chulain. This is understandable, but why does it attract the Nordic Odin? In order to strengthen Odin's connection, I set the Warcraft to be Jörmungandr, which can be regarded as a grandfather-grandson relationship.

Chapter 450 Woodworth: How can we build a good goblin country with these insects?

The aerial battlefield of Londinion.

The elf Menechelle was completely at a disadvantage.

Unlike the brief and swift confrontation in the form of a dragon, after transforming into a human, the confrontation between Melyuzina and the fairy Menechiel became slow and deadly.

Meluzina's hands were covered with fine black dragon scales and her strength was astonishing. The fairy Menechelle tried to block her with her sword, but the red and white sword she formed with her scales was interrupted in the first confrontation.

The feeling of hunger in the stomach became stronger and stronger, and the infant body, which had not been replenished with magic power for a long time, could only be beaten by Melyuzina like a rag.

But her behavior only further angered Melyuzina.

"Why don't you fight back!"

Why are you pretending to be guilty now? I didn't see you being so aloof when I first started talking!

But the elf Menechiel didn't answer, still only focusing on defense. She knew clearly that even if she really let go of her hands and feet to fight Melyuzina, she would have no chance of winning without returning to her true form.

Crossing her arms to parry, the same black scales covered her elbows, blocking Melyuzina's punch. Using the force of being knocked away, she retreated again. Magic power gathered in front of her and set up thirty barriers. He could barely block it for half a second, but was shattered by a punch.

She flapped her wings again and continued to retreat. At this time, they had rushed from directly above the city of Londinion to the sky above the forest on the outskirts. Even if you really can't beat him, you still have to lure the opponent away.

He was punched in the face again, and the scales protecting his cheek were torn apart by the strong dragon claws. With a clicking sound, fragments of scales scattered downwards.

"Can't you bear it anymore?"

Hearing Meluzina's words, Fairy Menechelle was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached out to touch the place where she had just been hit. Naturally, there were cracks there.

No, the scales had been knocked off, so the crack was now on her cheek.

boom--