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

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He turned his head slightly and looked at the clock tower behind him. There is Gloucester, the city where Murien, the last winged goblin, lives.

His muscles swelled, and his body full of explosive power held up the battle suit.

"I am the Lord of Sheffield and the current leader of the Fang Clan, Boggart!"

He turned his back to the heavily armed Sheffield troops who were neatly assembled behind him, all of whom were the elite of the Fang Goblins he had single-handedly selected.

He did not take over Oxford as planned, but mobilized troops to stand in front of Gloucester. Boggart sent someone to notify Murien to escape - although it seems completely useless now.

We must hold on until Murien and the other goblins have all withdrawn from Gloucester!

"We, the Fang Clan, have been degraded to beasts because of Reinek's sin, and because the Fang Fairies are a despicable race that devours fairies! Because the Fang Fairies are a despicable race that doesn't understand etiquette!"

The white lion roared, as if he was practicing for the warriors behind him, and as if he was emboldening himself. The white lion's eyes bulged outward due to the excitement of emotion, and his hair stretched, making his body feel like he was fighting again. It's grown a lot.

At this time, black gas had already emerged from the top of the hillside, followed by countless black dogs.

The group of black dogs that detected the scent of the goblin swarmed over, but were grabbed by the neck by the Boggart and crushed into a black curse.

"I will give you your honor! I will bear your sins! Entrust your life to me! Dedicate everything to me!"

"Fuck the Queen! Fuck the Fairy Knights! This is the moment for us to prove that the Fang Clan is the strongest in the Fairy Kingdom!"

"Run it for me!"

His voice became thicker and thicker, and in the end it almost turned into a beast-like roar, mixed with the roar behind him.

Roaring like this, Boggart rushed forward on his hands and knees like a real lion. Layers of black dogs rushed toward him like a tide, biting on his fur and leather armor. .

But the Boggarts were all indifferent.

"charge!"

At this moment, he was thinking about Woodworth, his old enemy.

Woodworth, who had always overwhelmed him, finally failed to suppress him this time.

The black dog in front of him was crushed by him, and the black dogs around him were repelled by the soldiers who came after him. Boggart never stayed in the black dog, his eyes were always focused on the center of the black air, the huge, ominous beast of disaster.

"charge!"

The beast's calamity raised its front paw, which was as big as a house, and stepped on the Boggart into the dust and mud with a slap.

So much for the war cry of the Lord of Sheffield.

But only in the next moment, when the Boggart encouraged the lower-tooth goblins to finally raise the momentum to die and was about to fall, the front paws of the huge black dog trembled slightly.

Then, roaring magic power rose into the sky, and Bagster's right paw was forcibly lifted up.

The black dog was forced to stop for the first time. There, the white lion was covered in mud, with only a pair of eyes as red as before:

"Charge! Descendants of the brave Reineck! Stand tall! Descendants of the brave Reineck!"

"We are the great Blade of Britain! We, the Fang Clan, are the weapons of the Fairy Kingdom and the sharp spears against disasters!"

Boggart used the back throwing technique to flip over the black dog's front paws, but at this time, his hands were steamed to pieces by Bagster's scorching heat.

The black dog staggered, and seizing this opportunity, the Boggart's figure was so fast that it pulled out the afterimage and came to Bagst's head.

Raging flames spurted out, and high-temperature steam and roaring thunder and lightning surrounded Bagst's body.

boom!

Boggart's left foot turned into a blade and cut through the black smoke. He stepped firmly on Bagster's head. His claws came out and tore off bloody traces. Without giving the black dog a chance to react, Boggart Te's hands were in the shape of claws, and pure white magic extended to protect his hands.

boom!

In the violent roar of the explosion, huge magic waves spread everywhere, and the black dog's mountain-like head drooped down bit by bit under the tilt of the huge force, and finally hit the Boggart that was previously pressed down. among the ground.

Boggart was panting slightly. He looked at the black dog in front of him who raised his head again. There was no surprise.

Of course he knew that his attacks would not be able to defeat the Beast Calamity, but he had to do it.

A more intense war cry and fighting sound erupted from behind, and the goblins of Sheffield worked harder to kill the enemy.

Before the cauterized wounds on his body had healed, Bagster stood up again and a huge shadow enveloped him.

Although as a great goblin, Boggart's vitality is outstanding among the fang goblins, there are still a few beings as nearly immortal as Woodworth.

He estimated that he could last about fifteen minutes.

——No, ten minutes.

The Boggart felt his magic being absorbed, but was unable to stop it.

He could only place his hope on the prophesied son of Gloucester.

'At least hold on until the bell rings. '

I'll write it if I have time today. I probably won't have time to update it tomorrow. I'll have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 462 Gloucester Part

The sky over Gloucester has been covered with thick black, and the north has been surrounded by evil black dogs.

"Fang Fairy! Those beasts are here to eat the fairies again!"

"The calamity of the Fang Fairy! The ominous Fang Fairy!"

"The tragedy of the Winged Clan is about to happen again! Run away! We have to get out!"

In such a pessimistic and negative flow of people, the residents of the city squeezed each other towards the south gate of Gloucester. The guards at the south gate were nowhere to be found. I don’t know if they had fled to Salisbury long ago or were overwhelmed by the crowd. Looking around, from the big casino in the center of the city to the south gate, they were all filled with panicked goblins. .

In normal times, there would not be so many goblins in Gloucester, but in order to celebrate the Son of Prophecy coming to Gloucester to ring the pilgrimage bell, Murien sent out invitations, which also made almost all the great goblins and lords of the entire goblin country. They gathered in Gloucester, and now that they can encounter black dogs as soon as they exit the north city gate, the south city gate has become the only passage.

So now, without restraint and command, and under the threat of death, the goblins pushed and shoved each other like crazy. However, among the countless people fleeing south, there was a group of people with their backs turned to the crowd, and they pushed aside and bumped into each other. The goblin marched hard towards the Bell Tower located in the north of Gloucester.

Arturia, who was carrying a lengthy dress, was once again stepped on by another goblin at the hem of her skirt. She raised her hand and tore off the hem of the dress that she had cherished not long ago. But after getting rid of the restrictions, Arturia Tolia's traveling speed did not increase much. Even though Mashu was opening the way ahead, the fleeing fairies came from all directions like a tide, filling in as soon as they found a gap in front of them.

Moreover, Artoria had to concentrate on guarding against the attacks released by some fairies who thought they were an eyesore.

"If only Miss Murien were here!"

As early as when Aulalia's message in the wind came, Murien had disappeared. At this moment, there was not even a goblin in Gloucester who could stand up and take charge of the overall situation. This was why Gloucester was so chaotic and helpless at this moment. One of the reasons for the order.

"Even with Murien here, I guess I can't command these goblins." Arturia rejected Mashu's idea. She could see the emotions of the goblins around her, which was a black color that depressed her even more than the disaster.

She let out a long sigh and looked towards the bell tower in the distance.

"Need any help, girl?"

Thousand Sons Muramasa, who was opening the way at the front, raised his eyebrows, while Arturia on the other side was stunned. She clearly heard Grim's voice among the chaotic shouts around her. Next to her, the reactions of Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka confirmed that this was not Artoria's fantasy.

Following the direction of the sound, Arturia raised her head and looked at the sky. On the red and black sky, a black spot became increasingly clear.

The stone bricks below her suddenly cracked, and the plant roots buried underground grew wildly. The sudden bulge of the ground squeezed away the surrounding goblins, and the green tree buds instantly grew into a big tree in the sky, with scattered branches holding up The stone bricks and earth beneath the five people of Artoria rushed straight towards the black spot in the sky.

Their field of vision suddenly lifted up and penetrated to higher clouds. However, the stone bricks under their feet could not withstand the excessive speed and automatically disintegrated into powder at a certain height. But before the feeling of free fall hit, a gust of wind passed in front of their faces, and then the sense of down-to-earth security returned. When they opened their eyes again, they had landed on a wide back, with huge wings and wings extending to both sides. Smooth to reflective black scales.

"It's Miss Fairy Menechelle."

Mashu released Fujimaru Ritsuka from her arms. She looked around and found that not only the Dragon Lady, but also almost all familiar faces were here.

"There are also Mr. Grimm, Mr. Ezequiel, Miss Habertore, and even Gareth."

"Aren't you... supposed to be in the northern plains?"

"It was Lord Noknale who asked us to come back to find you." It was Gareth who spoke. She met Artoria's probing gaze and added: "Oberon was left there as a scout by Lord Noknale. , the fairy Menechelle brought us back first."

"Thanks to you, I came just in time, everyone has been a big help." Arturia rubbed Gareth's head and patted the dragon's body under her to express her gratitude.

"Now is not the time for small talk." Grim clapped his hands to draw Artoria's attention back to him: "When I just arrived, I saw Bagster stopped moving forward, and the black dog also Blocked by the fang goblins on the central plain. Most likely it’s Boggart and the goblins of Sheffield.”

Arturia nodded. No wonder the black cloud of disaster has been floating for a while, but the real owner has never appeared.

"Boggarts are not Woodworth. Boggarts alone cannot stop the beast's disaster. We must fight quickly."

"But the sixth patrol bell has not appeared yet."

"It's too late to worry about so much." Boggart interrupted Artoria's speech. At this time, the flying height of the dragon decreased and it hovered outside the bell tower.

"Go!"

……

Central Plains.

At this time, the fierce flames had burned away the greenery of the entire plain, and the red fire illuminated the sky. The thick disaster, which was as good as the hand of disaster, gathered into dark clouds, and enveloped it again when the destined disaster came for the second time. In the sky above the Fairy Country.

Red, red, still red.

It was the color of the realm of Beast Calamity and Black Dog Bagster, and in front of the blood red was the goblin of Sheffield that competed with such a realm of despair.

The snow-white lion-headed goblin knelt on one knee. His soft armor was scorched black by the flames. The fur on his body was mixed with blood and wetly stuck to his outturned muscles. One of Boggart's more complete hands was tightly He tightly covered his abdomen, where there was a hole that almost penetrated his body, and blood and internal organs fell intermittently from there. He could no longer hear the sound of fighting behind him. He had made a guess since the first time he was attacked from behind.

And by this moment, the fang fairies who had followed him to fight against the beast disaster had probably been completely wiped out.

"...I see, it seems that I have been forced into a desperate situation."

The blood on his forehead slipped from his eyelids, but it didn't matter, that eye was already blind. The Boggart looked at the black dog with his only other eye, but what greeted him was a huge shadow roaring towards him.

boom!

Bogut protected his chest with his hands, but his frail body could no longer support him to throw Bagster away like he did the first time. This time, it was Bogut who flew backwards.

The white lion rolled over on the ground for several times, and then was smashed into the ground face down, without any movement for a long time.

The last goblin blocking the group of black dogs fell. Amidst Bagster's long howl, the creeping black tide flowed again, and Bagster himself was mixed among the countless black dogs, heading towards Running in the direction of Gloucester.

However, as soon as it took a few steps, it felt like it was being dragged on its hanging tail.

The huge black head turned around, and the scene behind him was reflected in its red eyes that were like burning flames.

Boggart was still lying on the ground, and the blood blended into the earth beneath him along the part that was in contact with the ground, but even so, the white lion still stretched out a hand firmly.

It could only be barely made out that it was the shape of a hand, with blood drops dripping down from the cuts in the flesh.

"No...I'm allowed to go..."

Black flames burned where the hand touched the tip of the tail, but even so, the Boggart still stretched out his hand. His head lifted up little by little, revealing a face whose features were so blurry that they couldn't be distinguished.

"Don't go to Gloucester..."

"The Fang Clan...the Fang Clan can't be wrong anymore..."

"I can't let...you from the Fang Clan kill the last Wing Clan..."

"I want to...keep..."

The flames burned away the Boggart's hands, but the white lion still raised his hands as if he didn't notice. Bagster turned around and looked down at the Boggart.

"...Gloucester...Murrayn..."

Bagster opened his mouth like the entrance to hell and swallowed the Boggart in one mouthful.

The smelly and hot breath hit Boggart's face wildly, and the smell of death hit his face. Except for the sound of the burning flames and the sound of the heart gradually calming down, there was no other sound.

"...Gloucester..."

The light dimmed.

"...Gloucester..."

He still raised his arms high, even though the arms that had lost their palms could no longer grasp anything.

"Fang Fairy..."

The glory of the Fang Fairy cannot be ruined in his hands, and the sins of the Fang Fairy cannot be repeated before his eyes.

Boggart's vision turned completely dark, and he felt his body falling, as if his body was on fire. But at this moment, the chaotic brain calmed down.

'It's no use, Boggart. After losing all your life, do you have to admit defeat even now when it’s the most appropriate time? '

At this moment, although he didn't want to admit it, Bogut was thinking of Woodworth.

'If it's that guy Woodworth, he can definitely do it, right? '

clang--

Boggart's closed eyelids trembled.