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

Mashu thought of Ash and felt depressed: "Isn't that the same as the Rain Clan?"

"What a kind fairy... huh? You... Oh, savior Ash's companion, when did you come back? It's okay to tell you, but don't spread it outside. Lord Ainsel is still in this world. There is a next generation.”

Grimm's eyes lit up, as long as there was no news about the Pilgrimage Bell, it would be fine.

"But compared to these boring things, I have something to ask of you."

"The goblin in trouble... We are naturally willing to agree to the Dead Lord's request."

"Oh, that's really troublesome - it should be coming soon."

Before anyone could understand what the goblin named Mira was talking about, behind him, from the depths of the forest, a dark black beam of light rose into the sky.

Compared to the bright and solid magic power of the light cannon, the light beam at the moment is closer to an entity distorted due to extremely unstable existence. If we really want to compare, the gathering of disasters in Norwich is the most appropriate comparison.

The surrounding trees quickly turned yellow and withered, and the black light beam quickly twisted, as if it was about to deform.

"Hmm, are you so strong... The life of the child of prophecy is more important. Give up the dragon body and run away." Mira, the dead elf master, screamed and floated towards the exit leading the way.

"That's too late."

Da Vinci looked at the bent light pillar in the distance. The light pillar began to differentiate, making disgusting bubbles and spat out a mouthful of black liquid like a swamp in their direction.

Matthew put up a shield to block the front. The black liquid shot on the shield and splashed around. Matthew didn't feel any pressure from the beginning to the end. She poked her head out from behind her shield in confusion.

"Ma Xiu, be careful!"

The thick black liquid that splashed to the ground did not disappear, but squirmed a few times before "standing" again.

"It's Morse!"

At this time, Mira, who had run away behind her, floated back again: "Wow, there is Morse behind there too, there are Morse everywhere."

"Are you surrounded by Morse?" Grimm took out his staff and summoned a circle of flames around him, blocking Morse's approach.

"You led the way well." Qianzi Muramasa snorted coldly, and glanced back: "I will burn the spirit base later, and you can take them to escape."

"I just--"

Before Grim could say anything, a stream of light suddenly approached from a distance at great speed.

what is that!

Because the speed was too fast, the sound had just fallen, and the stream of light had already arrived in front of him. With a heavy roar, the exploding pile of mud was pushed away by a blue halo, and Morse standing on the mud was crushed into pieces in an instant.

Qianzi Muramasa's eyes widened.

"Elf Knight Lancelot!"

Artoria recognized the other person: "Are you here to catch me?"

This is the battle report from Londinion. The fairy Lancelot should be the fairy knight who came to capture her on the queen's order.

Hearing the cry, the petite elf, wearing only black dragon scale armor, turned back and glanced at Artoria.

"Child of Prophecy, and you...you are Thousand Sons Muramasa, stay out of the way!" She casually cut open a Morse, kicked off her foot, and shot towards the black beam of light in the distance.

"Eh?"

Arturia blinked in disbelief. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the elf Lancelot had flown in front of the black light pillar, and the light blade that popped up from the arm armor cut into the top of the black light pillar.

"What should we do? Which side should we help?"

"Follow me!" Arturia gritted her teeth and took the lead in running, crossing the road opened by the fairy Lancelot.

She must find the other party and ask clearly why she appears here? Has Londinion fallen?

——Even if we are enemies, are we now comrades fighting against disaster together?

Grim chuckled lightly, recognized the identity of the child of prophecy, and followed him.

When I came to the light pillar, I finally realized that it was actually a swamp rising from the lake. At this time, the sludge had completely decomposed and formed a turbid but huge swamp snake. A ball of mud flowed down from the surface of the giant snake. Falling downwards.

"Oops! Oops! I'm going to be turned into Morse!" Mira screamed loudly.

The elf Lancelot split open the blocking swamp and landed slowly:

"Son of prophecy, why are you following me?"

"Who cares about you! I have something to ask you!" Although she said this, Artoria used magic without any ambiguity.

Although it was better than nothing, the elf Lancelot did feel an increase in his own magic power.

"Okay. I'll tell you my real name for now."

"I am Melyuzina of the Dim Swamp."

This is a chapter that I had to write for the sake of coherence.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 452 Cheese sandwiched between two buns

Melyuzina once again cut off the mire that the curse extended from, and the majestic magic crushed half of its body, but within a moment, bubbles bubbled out from the cut, pulling the scattered mire back together.

But before the body of the giant swamp snake closed, Melyuzina turned twice in the air and rushed into the fractured gap in one fell swoop. Purple-black beams of light gathered in her raised palms.

"The Hollow Heart Albion that no one knows about!"

The condensed long-handled thunder gun was projected into the wound of the giant snake in the swamp, and the fierce magic burn that broke out later broke off half of its body. Meluzina saw the core of the curse in the scattered mud. It was a wreck so polished that only the skeleton remained, the wreckage of Albion, the Last Dragon.

The second thunder gun was caught in her hand and she could not throw it out.

But it was only during this gap that another commotion occurred below.

She shouldn't have worried about the life and death of the Son of Prophecy and his group. But at this moment, while the gap she made had not yet healed, Artoria rushed out of the swamp dragon's body alone.

Melyuzina almost instinctively wanted to stop the Son of Prophecy from touching Albion, but she suppressed her body's urge.

The body of the swamp dragon closed quickly, quickly wrapping Artoria's body within it.

"What are you doing?"

Melyuzina asked Fujimaru Ritsuka below, who was protected by Chiko Muramasa and Grim, who were similar to the small bosses.

"Hey! What is Artoria doing?"

"You don't know?" Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka's panicked expression, Melyuzina was stunned, and her body quickly flew out. The second thunder gun that she failed to throw was raised again, but before she threw it, she was originally frantic. The waving giant snake suddenly stopped moving, and the flowing mud on its surface seemed to solidify in the cold. At the next moment, the luster of pure gold lit up from under the dirty mud shell.

Melyuzina quickly retreated, and Mashu also quickly returned to defense.

The expected big explosion did not happen.

The golden light shines quietly, washing away the dirt on the mud snake's body. The color of its body becomes transparent, and it seems that you can see inside.

boom--

Without any warning, the mud snake's body shattered into countless fine dust, and in the starry golden light, Fujimaru Ritsuka saw Artoria standing in the middle of the mire holding the staff of choice in both hands.

From the point where the chosen rod came into contact with the quagmire, a burst of clear light lit up. The light quickly washed away the entire quagmire, and in an instant the quagmire under her feet turned into a clear pool.

"Artoria!"

Arturia opened her eyes. She did not feel the joy of defeating the enemy.

"That's right."

Just now when the giant snake was shattered, she heard the scream of a soul. It was the unwillingness to lose their lives due to the sins of others fourteen thousand years ago.

"Artoria, really, you are too brave."

"I'm sorry, because I wanted to try the power gained from the patrol." Artoria smiled, but she only said half of what she said. She still wanted to confirm whether what she saw from the patrol bell was true.

"Oh, it looks like we have watched a big show." Mila, the dead elf master, floated back again, and her skeletal face showed a change of expression that was first stunned and then horrified: "Such a look. Aren’t I here to witness the legend of this generation on behalf of Ainsel?”

The reborn Child of Prophecy and her knights once again sealed the disaster of the Dim Swamp. Hmm, it sounds like this is the sequel to some grand epic.

"It seems that like His Majesty Morgan, you are a fairy who is not subject to curses." At this moment, Melyuzina's light words caused the originally harmonious atmosphere to be completely washed away.

"Elf Knight Lancelot, why are you here!"

Looking at the people who were waiting to guard her, Melyuzina curled her lips disdainfully: "Don't worry, I came here just for my personal status and did not receive an order from His Majesty Morgan, so I will not take action against the Son of Prophecy. And I don’t appear here as a fairy knight now. As a reward for helping me guard this place, even if you ask some excessive questions at this time, I will still answer it.”

She neither put on a fighting stance nor had any intention of leaving. She just stood in the lake as if waiting for the teacher to answer questions.

Arturia asked unceremoniously: "Why are you here? What happened to Londinion?"

"I flew back from Londinion when I sensed something strange here. I don't know what's going on over there now, but when I left, Woodworth had already surrounded it. Forget it, the Queen's reinforcements should have arrived. I have to go back, otherwise His Majesty Morgan will punish me (not allowing me to take a vacation)."

The black dragon scale armor was wrapped in white light and transformed into the familiar lake blue full-body armor. However, she rose into the sky, but fell back down and hovered in front of them within a second: "Besides, I'm okay. Here is another piece of news for you. Your companion, the young Jörmungandr, seems to be about to break through the seal of Ash. If it turns into a [disaster], I will kill her even based on your kindness. "

"Wait……"

Without giving Artoria a chance to stay, Melyuzina made up her mind and flew into the clouds this time.

"Artoria, the Jormungandr the elf Lancelot said was..." Da Vinci looked at Artoria.

"Speaking of which, Miss Ai did indeed call the name of the giant dragon who was traveling with her..." At this time, Matthew also remembered it, but because she had never asked about it, she was speaking intermittently and did not dare to confirm it.

Altria did not answer, but Grimm spoke first: "Your guess is correct, that dragon is Jörmungandr, the 'Sky Disaster' that Ash encountered and recruited during his pilgrimage."

"The Serpent of Midgard, Loki's third child, but shouldn't that be a snake?"

"Don't you think its physique is similar to Albion?" Grimm snapped his fingers: "Yes, it swallowed Albion's remains and gained the ability to transform into a dragon."

Arturia was stunned, not because the dragon had never told her her real name, but she remembered the scene when she first met him.

She clearly heard that Jormungandr said that he would not turn into a human being at that time, but after escaping from the cave, he naturally transformed into a girl.

——It’s because of Menechel who devoured the history of metahumanity.

"I originally thought that the giant dragon is the true body, but it turns out that there is another true body after the giant dragon -" Da Vinci almost went crazy: "Could it be that Jörmungandr is not the true body, but was obtained by swallowing Jormungandr? Body."

Grimm's eyes narrowed.

"No, it won't." It was Artoria who spoke: "Just now, when I was swallowed by the giant swamp snake and came out, I saw its memory."

"Due to a certain cataclysm that destroyed the entire continent, the first generation Jörmungandr lost his life. The shed skin was attracted by something - probably Albion's corpse, and drifted here. The shed skin After being soaked in the dragon's blood, it regained its vitality, and the second generation of Jörmungandr was born."

"A cataclysm that destroyed the entire continent—" Da Vinci looked surprised.

"This is the background that appeared in the legend of the Creation of the Fairy Country. 'One day I woke up, the land disappeared, everyone disappeared, and only the six-winged fairies survived in the waves. They prayed to God, and God shielded them from the wind and waves.'"

"What exactly is the Cataclysm? And...since Jörmungandr was once a companion of Ash, then Ash, or why did Ash want to seal it in a large underground cave after becoming Queen Morgan." Da Vinci looked at it. Two people who may know about it, Matthew and Grim.

Matthew looked confused, but at least during the final farewell, Miss Ash still looked cute.

Grimm, on the other hand, shook his head after a long silence.

"I don't know. When I was summoned by Ash in the previous generation, I didn't pay that much attention. Perhaps because I believed so much that she could fulfill her duties as a fairy in the paradise, I forgot to supervise her."

"It's so immature. It's really as stupid as the knight who was given the name."

"The knight who was given a name - it's the elf knight Tetrot, no... hmm... it seems to be Galahad, I can't remember clearly, but I remember it just now."

Following Da Vinci's words, the expressions of Habertlot and Grim changed at the same time.

"It's better to hurry up now, nya."

"Don't pay so much attention to it. Wouldn't it be better to ask this person in person... this dragon... this snake."

……

"Goodbye, newborn son of prophecy, goodbye everyone!"

"Although I really want to go on a pilgrimage with you, as the dead goblin lord, I can't step out of the lake area. It's really a boring setting for ghosts!" Mira waved her dry palms towards the people who had walked out of the forest. Standing in the forest at the entrance of the lake area, there was no one in sight. Only then did Mira put down her hand.

"Ah, in this case, it would be up to me to tell the story of the new salvation tour to the other Mirror Fairies."

"Unfortunately, there is no longer a Mirror Clan."

"It's great to be able to see the Child of Prophecy with my own eyes, and I'm satisfied with it. I hope Lord Ainsel can express to her the sins of the Mirror Fairy and I." Mira, who felt that there was no need to continue to hesitate, gradually recovered. Yu transparent.

"Lord Ainsel, I finally saw the story you told about [Savior Ash] and [Knight Menechiel] sealing the demonic snake."

……

The sky above the fairy country. This is already the airspace close to Londinion.

Melyuzina, who was planning to return to the battlefield, suddenly slowed down. Although she was no longer accelerating, the inertia of her body still pushed her forward several hundred meters before stopping.

"This is...Aurora's "wind". "

The fairies of the Wind Clan, as the name suggests, have the ability to hide their language in the wind, and the best among them can achieve one-way transmission.

She didn't understand why Aurora would ask her to go back at this time, but Melyuzina thought about it and thought about it again.