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

"I didn't expect you to be so reckless."

I could hear Altria's sigh.

Originally, their battle plan only went as far as [using illusion to lure Woodworth into the sky]. As for the subsequent [disguising itself as the Light of the Selected Spear to approach Woodworth], it was added temporarily by Percival.

"There's no other way. I can't afford to miss a single opportunity." Percival closed his eyes tightly, forcing his dizzy brain to wake up.

Although the Spear of the Chosen is powerful, with Percival's vitality, it can only be used three times. He used it once during the royal competition five years ago, and now is the second time.

The self-healing ability of the Fang Clan was too strong. The fatal wound left by Menachere Saber was only a small scar today. It was so small that Percival was not sure whether he could hit accurately from such a distance.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Son of Prophecy. How is that guy, Woodworth?" At this time, Percival changed his name back to the original one and struggled to get up.

Altria frowned and signaled to Grimm that he could let Percival go.

"He's not dead yet."

Just not dead.

Percival staggered over and saw Woodworth, who was lying on the ground like mud and breathing heavily. After landing, the seriously injured Woodworth still held on for a long time against the attacks of Boggart, Grimm, Chizi Muramasa and Mash. It was not until just now that Altria, who had been using magic to increase her strength, felt exhausted that Woodworth finally fell down completely.

……

"I...actually...lost..."

"My... fur..., damn human... If it weren't for him... how could I have possibly!"

The tip of the gun was pressed against his neck.

"Percival, you useless piece of shit! Do you know who you owe such a favor to? Among all those rubbish? It was me who recommended you to be a warrior! I said that only you have the potential to be a warrior!"

"Yes! So, I have only respect and love for you, and no resentment at all." Although he said this, Percival still moved the tip of the gun sideways, and the selected gun sank into his flesh.

"Don't kill me! Percival! Don't kill me! Don't kill Britain! Without our Fang Clan, who will protect Britain? Stop it, ahhhhhhh!"

"Paradise...will come eventually, and I will bear the responsibility for this sin."

The spear stabbed down, cutting Woodworth's flesh and cutting open Woodworth's heart. The light in the golden wolf's eyes gradually dimmed.

Percival's body gradually relaxed.

But in a split second, Woodworth suddenly jumped up and grabbed Percival's throat. Percival, who had no time to react, instinctively moved his body to the side, and then saw Woodworth change his previous dying posture and quickly jumped out with an extremely agile step.

"That direction is the Oxford River! Don't let him get away!"

A katana was thrown out and pierced into the wound on Woodworth's back. Woodworth staggered, was tripped by the grass knot, and fell in front of the Oxford River.

"...Percival"

Woodworth looked at Percival who was approaching again and made a grumbling sound of unwillingness.

"...Percival"

Percival stabbed Woodworth's heart with his gun, swirling it twice and completely crushing it.

Woodworth's body was lifted up as the gun was drawn, then fell into the rolling Oxford River and fell to the deeper bottom of the river.

"Farewell, father."

Because this fight description is basically based on the original plot, if it is expanded and continued, it may take two or three chapters, so I will only give a rough account and not waste the number of words.

I once thought about letting Woodworth die on the way to stop the Beast Calamity. I must not let the Fang Fairy Bagster attack Gloucester, and I must not let the last Wing Fairy be killed by the Fang Fairy. However, I have no idea how to start this plot, because Morgan will take action when the Beast Calamity appears, and then nothing will happen, so I can only let it go.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 455 Beryl: Oh, what a pitiful puppy.

Londinion won a great victory.

This was something that no one expected before the war. The Queen's army led by Britain's first brave man, Woodworth, was actually defeated.

Although there were heavy casualties after the war, compared with the results of killing Woodworth and capturing most of the Queen's soldiers, the losses were almost negligible. Compared with the painful city, there were more heroic scenes. In passion.

Londinion, in a quiet room, under the gaze of everyone, Arturia pressed her hands on the body of the fairy Menechelle. Immediately, a golden halo lit up on the other side, and the fairy Menechelle The pained look on his face was immediately relieved.

"It was barely solved." Artoria wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Lady Artoria is so amazing." Gareth immediately praised.

"Actually, this is Ash's magic. I just took it and used it." Arturia showed a shy smile.

"Lady Artoria has only rung two patrol bells now. After completing the patrol, she may even be as powerful as the savior Ash and Queen Morgan - no, it is definitely!" At this point, Gareth said More confident than Artoria.

"Ahem." These were two extremely deliberate fake coughs made just to attract people's attention. Ezequiel was sitting on the bed next door. At this time, he took off the leather armor he borrowed from Londinion and wore a bandage on his body. When everyone's eyes were focused on him, he spoke: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

"Ah, yes. It's also thanks to Ezequiel that you asked Sheffield for help and brought Mr. Percival back with you." Gareth then remembered that he had forgotten to thank him. Speaking of which, even Lord Percival was brought back by the other party.

"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."

"The old man is arrogant and disgusting." Someone's voice came from outside the house.

Hearing the voice, the corners of Ezequiel's mouth that had raised after hearing the compliment immediately fell down: "Oberon, you guy - you only dare to come back after the war is over. What strength do you have?"

"Huh? I don't have the strength? Do you know why the fairy knight Lancelot didn't join the battle?" As he spoke, Oberon pointed to his chest unceremoniously and showed an extremely proud look: "That's because of me! I pulled He bowed his head and begged Aurora to recall her." He only said half of what he said. In fact, he also used the power of Goyanskaya, whom he evaluated as a "disgusting creature", to destroy the reinforcements that Woodworth wanted. .

"Aurora is listening to you? Could it be that she is your mistress?"

"Don't disgust me. She just wants to invest." Oberon turned to Artoria and smiled: "Well done, Artoria, you didn't let me set anything in front of Aurora. The bold words have become a joke, even Woodworth can be defeated, plus solving the disaster in Norwich, even Aurora will be more inclined to you with such achievements."

"She gives you permission to ring the Salisbury bell."

……

"call--"

"call---!"

"ha---"

That night.

On the banks of the Oxford River, there was a vague sound of breathing, which seemed extremely strange. What was even more frightening was that in the river, a wet palm suddenly stretched out and grabbed the ground, and then dragged some larger shadow from the Oxford River onto the land.

"Why, how can you die..."

Woodworth clutched his chest injury, hunched over and struggled to stand up.

This is the downstream river bank 12 kilometers away from Londinion.

"The arrogant Percival... thought he could kill me with just a broken heart! I am the strongest warrior in Britain, Woodworth!" But even though he said this, there were still pieces of flesh between his fingers. and blood was shed outward.

"Gahhhhhhhhhh! Why can't the wound be blocked?"

"I have to recuperate... I can't go to Oxford. If I lose, Oxford will definitely be occupied. I have to go to Camelot and ask His Majesty Morgan! Why the reinforcements haven't come for so long! Then let His Majesty Morgan cure me. injury."

"As soon as I recover from my injuries, I will return to Oxford and drive out the Round Table Army!"

But a sneer came from the darkness.

"Who is there!"

"Your idea is too wonderful, isn't it? You have done such a big mistake, how can you have the nerve to go back to a woman?"

"Beryl Gart! Why are you here?" Woodworth saw the visitor relaxed at first and then immediately became furious: "Are you here, are you here to laugh at me?"

"Don't you understand? Poor little pup. Because you have done something that will never be forgiven by the queen, I can only let me, the insider, get rid of you."

"What do you mean by getting rid of...? No! Shut up! Never! His Majesty Morgan will never..."

"The queen is also a fairy, right? Since she is a fairy, it is inevitable that she does not need humans to please her body."

"So you are the husband of His Majesty Morgan! You want to show off this to me, right?" Because you were so excited, the blood flowing out of Woodworth's wound became even more intense.

"No, no, no. The Queen has never touched me once, so I can only go find Miss Spinel to play. I am just a poor shield for her to push to the stage."

"But I heard that every once in a while, the queen would ask humans from various human ranches to come to the palace, saying it was to recharge the final weapon. But in fact, every time, the queen would reject everyone and stay alone with these humans for a while. Hours. After that, the queen’s emotions will be calmed down, but those humans will basically be wiped out.”

Woodworth's expression changed, and he wanted to reprimand Beryl for not allowing the queen to be choreographed.

"However, there is one human being who survives every time. It's very special, right?"

"But due to your incompetence, that special individual disappeared during the last turmoil. The queen gave you a chance, if you could bring back what the queen wanted, but you could actually lose so miserably."

Beryl's words could not withstand scrutiny, but at this time Woodworth no longer had the energy to think. He remembered what Aurora had said to him before the expedition.

""Woodworth, His Majesty has been behaving very strangely recently. He has become unusually aggressive. He actually ordered to directly block the access management of various territories - is she looking for something? ""

That's right, what Beryl said is consistent with Aurora's testimony. Aurora also said, [The Queen will not send reinforcements].

"What does Your Majesty want to do..."

"What's the use of keeping a jealous, unintelligent, useless puppy that's easily seduced by women outside? Don't you want reinforcements? That thing doesn't exist from beginning to end. It's just what the Queen said to deceive. Yours, you, are just abandoned.”

"My presence here has already explained the problem. Aren't you curious how I found you? This is neither Oxford nor Londinium, but the wilderness. There is only one answer. The Queen told me."

This is a lie. He collected the blood stains left by Woodworth when he stayed in Camelot last time to heal. It was the blood stains that led Beryl to come here.

But anyway, his lies are as good as this one.

He walked towards Woodworth, and at this time Woodworth had already sobbed: "Your Majesty, she has given me my two thousand years of loyalty and our Fang clan's four thousand years of loyalty..."

"Okay, go cry in hell, little pup."

Beryl raised his hand and turned his palm into a knife, piercing Woodworth's heart along with Woodworth's palm.

"It's my turn to play with this body."

Except for Woodworth, no one can get close to Morgan's body, and anyone who can kill Morgan head-on does not exist in the Fairy Kingdom. Even in the cursed disaster, Morgan had a back-up plan, but he died before the original plot could be used. Hard to say. Morgan had four back-ups, targeting Merlin, Yao Lan, Yao Gao, and Beryl, but none of them were used and he died.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 456: Pilgrimage to Salvation: The Bell of Oxford

The Bell Tower in Oxford.

Arturia let out a breath and slowly opened her eyes. The last bell rang slowly in her ears.

She thought of the awe-inspiring King Arthur she had seen when the first bell rang. That kind of life made her deny it from the bottom of her heart.

It’s unbelievable and unacceptable. How cruel must everyone be to laugh and allow such a king to exist?

But the most ridiculous thing is that Arturia knew her mission while the Oxford bells were ringing.

Under the silent gaze of the Black Knight, a sense of understanding came to his heart.

Is that what happened?

Ahhh——

The most ridiculous thing is that it turns out that my life is as cruel as that of Artoria in the history of pan-humanity.

For the first time, Arturia hated her mission so much.

"Lady Artoria has become stronger again."

The empty darkness was pierced by Gareth's voice ringing in her ears at this time. Arturia reluctantly cheered up and hummed twice pretending to be proud. She pretended to show off her muscles and immediately got received a burst of praise from Gareth.

It's just a pity that only the magic power has grown, and the body still has not grown.

She showed her usual optimistic smile, and was both afraid of being seen through and afraid of being seen through.

"Whose missing body did you see this time?"

"It's the Black Knight Hector." Grimm spoke. He muttered and withdrew all the various magic tricks that had been arranged in advance around the Bell Tower. He did not notice anything strange about Artoria: "There was no fight between him and us. Sure enough, that stupid snake is the most troublesome, right?"

Arturia fell silent.

She wondered what exactly she was seeing. Although this is Ashe's back-up plan, after knowing that Ashe is Morgan, can it be understood that Morgan was just giving an early warning to prevent the future fairies from ringing the patrol bell?

Her thoughts were confused, and Arturia couldn't think clearly.

"What's wrong?" Oberon came over.

"Nothing, just thinking about how to tell Jörmungandr that Ash is Morgan."

In order to let the stupid snake recover in peace, Arturia did not inform the other party of the matter immediately. The momentum that had been so high-spirited was now deflated, which made Artoria hesitate.

"Oh, that's quite difficult. But my suggestion is not to tell her yet."

"But……"

But isn’t that cheating?

Artoria wanted to say something, but she met Oberon's serious eyes: "The child might cry after getting the truth."