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

"What's going on? Where did these guys come from!"

He heard Habetlot's exclamation behind him. At this time, Ezequiel looked around and realized that several such humanoid Morse had unknowingly surrounded him.

Not only him, but Gareth and Matthew also suffered the same treatment.

Ezequiel's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the palm of his sword suddenly moved down, but before he could make any move, a sound suddenly came out.

"I advise you not to do this."

That magnetic male voice did not come from anyone present. As the voice fell, a figure walked slowly from the shadow of the dancing flames.

"Beryl Gat!"

"Don't shout so harshly, junior. No matter what, you should call me Beryl-senpai." The thin man wearing rimless glasses showed a fond smile. He ignored Fujimaru Ritsuka's anger. His eyes were almost on fire: "In Olympus, I helped you solve the big problem of Gilshtalia."

"You bastard!"

"Calm down, Chaldea." Ezequiel stopped Fujimaru Ritsuka. He looked at the man called Beryl, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. At this time, his suddenly cold expression made his coldness as a warrior, which was well concealed, overwhelm the image of the kind old grandfather he had always been.

"These Morses are all humans, right?"

"Oh, did you actually see it? It's amazing, I thought I needed to explain it myself." Beryl clapped his hands, and his slender eyes under his glasses widened a little: "It's pretty good, isn't it? A living human being who possesses the curse of Morse!”

"Why is there Morse's curse in human beings?"

Morse is the natural enemy of goblins. Under normal circumstances, this type of curse should not interfere with humans.

"Don't say it so harshly. After all, I spent a lot of effort to successfully inoculate Morse into human bodies. I call them Morse zombies, isn't it good?"

"It's also worth mentioning that they are not dead yet. Miss Savior, will you really kill them?"

The last words were spoken to Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka, but Beryl's words could not shake Fujimaru Ritsuka's belief at all.

"Matthew!"

"Yes! Senior!"

Matthew raised his big shield, but before she could take action, Beryl's voice came faintly from the other side: "Didn't you hear what I said, junior?"

"Don't take action against them. If you kill them, the curse will be transferred to you as well."

"You bastard!"

Beryl finally laughed out loud.

"Beryl Gart, is that the right name?" Suddenly, Ezequiel said: "I remember you are Queen Morgan's... Summoner, are all the things you do approved by Morgan? ?”

Ezequiel's eyes rolled around Beryl, as if Beryl would open a hole in him if he dared to admit it.

"Why do you do this!"

"Oh, you, a native, know a lot, do you? Did my junior tell you?" Beryl glanced away and saw the surprised look of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

——Have you misunderstood? It doesn't matter.

"Why?" Faced with Ezequiel's question, Beryl was stunned, and then he laughed wildly: There is no reason why - "

"Because the person I like happens to be the kind of girl who is very good at saving the world. If I don't destroy the world, how can she save--"

Beryl's laughter stopped abruptly, like a sick wolf shot by a shotgun. A large cloud of black smoke exploded from his back, and he staggered forward a few steps and almost fell. Beryl turned his head and saw a rather exaggerated face.

"Pepperoncino! Why are you here? Did you come here to avenge Gilshtalia?"

Just as Beryl was talking, it was Pepeloncino's spell bullet that hit him in the back of the heart.

It's intentional! That old immortal did it on purpose! He mentioned Morgan on purpose! He had seen Pepelongino approaching!

"Me? Are you stupid, Beryl? Of course I was invited to participate in Murien's celebration! I am the Earl of Spriggan, so it is not surprising to be invited!" Beryl was even more angry. was Pepelongino's answer.

"You guy! You guy! You guy!"

Beryl raised his hand, but a bit of cold light arrived faster than his movement. Ezequiel cut off his hand with his first sword, and all the Morse zombies suddenly lost their target.

Ezequiel kicked Beryl over, raised his hand and slashed at Beryl's neck with the second sword, but before his sword blade could fall, a wave of air suddenly slapped him away.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Beryl's body suddenly grew in size, and his upper body also hunched down. His hair grew wildly and quickly faded and turned white. Not only his hair, but also white hair sprouted from under his originally smooth skin.

Ezequiel wanted to take the opportunity to slash the third sword, but Beryl raised his hand - rather than saying it was a hand, it was closer to the claws of a beast at this moment.

Ezequiel immediately let go of the sword, but was still a step too late and was kicked in the abdomen by Beryl.

"How dare you! How dare you! How dare you!"

The glasses slipped off Beryl's elongated face, fell to the ground and shattered. He raised his scarlet glasses and his voice became rough: "How dare you do this!"

But no one responded to him, because at this time, Beryl was closer to a beast than a human being, and they had also seen this beast.

"Woodworth..."

"Did you actually seize Woodworth's spiritual foundation?" Pepeloncino looked solemn. This was something he did not expect.

"Do you think you've won?"

Beryl gasped as he gradually regained his composure, a sneer appearing on the wolf's face. White smoke evaporated from the broken arm, and the blood stopped, but no arm grew.

"Thanks to you, I was able to obtain Duke Oxford's body so easily."

His eyes glanced and saw Leonardo da Vinci hiding at the end of the crowd.

"Don't even think about contacting the Children of Prophecy! They are already in trouble!"

As if to confirm his words, behind him, in the direction of the North City Gate, there was a loud explosion.

Then, as everyone present saw, the city wall collapsed and overwhelming black dogs poured into the city.

It’s a bit late, I’ll scrape together four thousand words.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 465: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: The Court of Frustration (Subscription is not required)

Gloucester, in front of the broken north city gate.

The blue magic power shattered the black dog that rushed towards her. Arturia did not dare to relax, and a magic barrier rose from the ground.

Boom!dong dong!

Dense crashing sounds like raindrops followed one after another, continuously acting on the barrier. The heads of the black dogs outside the city hit the barrier one after another, exploding countless black ink dots. However, before the remains of the black dogs in front disappeared, the follow-up The black dogs added up again, creating ripples one after another on the blue light screen. Artoria looked at the densely packed pure black cursed black dogs, and she felt her scalp numb.

She was somewhat thankful that she rang the Gloucester's patrol bell in advance, otherwise with her previous magic skills, the recovery speed of the defensive barrier would never be able to keep up with the speed of the black dog's destruction.

Then next——

Arturia cast her sights on the battlefield outside the city, where the Dog of Disaster and the Snake of the Atrium were entangled.

The translucent barrier did not block Arturia's sight, so she could easily see the scorch and cracks on the black scales of the giant snake wrapped around the black dog, but even so, the snake's body was still locked in the frantically struggling Ba. Gerst, dragging it away from the city gate. Artoria's eyes were complicated, but what she was thinking about at this time was what the other party had just said to her.

Indeed, because of what happened to Menechelle, she always felt a thorn in her heart when she dealt with that stupid dragon, but in fact, the guy never did anything to feel sorry for her on the way to the tour.

No matter what the outcome is later, let's tell her that Ai is Morgan.

No matter how the fairy Menechelle chooses, whether to help her conquer Morgan or whether to choose Morgan, this is something she should know.

Sudden!

"Ok?"

Arturia turned her head subconsciously, and the next moment, a dark red thin line stabbed towards her, piercing the magic layer outside her body.

boom!

Just at this moment, the branches of the trees on the side suddenly fell down, falling in front of Artoria and blocking the line of blood for her.

In the smoke and dust stirred up, Arturia saw clearly the blood lines that penetrated the trees and submerged between the stone bricks of the city wall beside her, and a chill ran down her spine.

Sudden! Sudden! Sudden!

Three consecutive sounds of piercing the air were heard, and three more arrows dragged blood-red threads towards Artoria.

Glancing at the magic barrier behind her, Arturia stuck the Rod of Choice on the ground, chanted a spell in her mouth, used magic to strengthen her vision and arms, and stepped sideways to get rid of the arrows aimed at her eyes. The arrow was about to pass through her cheek, and Arturia reached out to grab it, and she pulled hard.

With a slight cracking sound, the blood line was cut off. Arturia still heard the source of the sound. Her eyes glanced in one direction, and she raised her hand to throw a spell bomb there.

The stacked rubble was blown away by the explosion, but the dust caused by the explosion was roughly pushed to both sides. A slender light red figure stepped out of the mist, and she fanned away the pungent dust with her hands in disgust, but Even though the surroundings were still gray, the playfulness in those dark red eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

"To use magic so rudely, those goblins are really blind. How can a vulgar country goblin like you be my mother's [daughter]? As expected, only I am worthy of being called my mother's daughter."

"Son of prophecy, if Mother hadn't grounded me, I would have torn off your limbs long ago."

--daughter?

With just this word, Artoria guessed the identity in front of her.

Theoretically, goblins have no heirs. In the goblin country, they don't even have the concept of reproduction. Therefore, the daughter here should refer to two individuals who have inherited the same mission.

In the Fairy Kingdom, there were only two fairies in Arturia's mind who insisted on using magic that required long spells to be recited.

"Elf Knight Tristan." She recognized the identity of the elf in front of her, but Artoria did not answer her words. Her eyes almost burst into flames: "I see, it was you who caused Grim to lose contact. Right? What on earth do you want to do!"

She couldn't understand that now was the time to work together to fight the disaster. She didn't understand why a goblin would choose to sneak attack at this time.

"Who?" Faced with Artoria's question, Fairy Tristan was stunned for a moment before remembering. Then the corners of her mouth raised even more sharply: "Ah, it's that stupid dog. Sure enough, only such a stupid guy can Will he become the companion of a country fairy like you?"

Fairy Tristan's words extinguished the fire in Artoria's eyes. At this time, she was looking at Fairy Tristan with an unprecedented cold gaze. Arturia, who originally wanted to communicate, completely stopped talking.

She raised her hand and threw another spell bullet at Fairy Tristan. As soon as Fairy Tristan flicked his fingertips, blood-colored arrows flew towards the spell bullet. However, when the arrow cluster touched the spell bullet, the rotating magic ball suddenly exploded. Countless chains separated and wrapped around the goblin Tristan, and the chains rushed into the ground and stirred up smoke and dust.

Before Artoria could pursue her, there was a cracking sound behind her. Artoria glanced behind her again. In the moment when she was just talking to the elf Tristan, the blue translucent light curtain had already cracked. , she gritted her teeth but still couldn't remove the barrier and let those disasters in. She grabbed the staff of choice that she had planted on the ground, and while Tristan the Fairy was unable to move, she injected magic power towards the light screen. Some cracks were barely repaired.

At this time, several red lights pierced out of the stirred smoke. Artoria hurriedly set up a magic shield in front of her, but in less than a second, cracks appeared on the shield, but Artoria had already had it. As expected, she focused her magic power on the chosen staff. Arturia turned sideways, her robes flying with her movements, and the staff's body, which lit up with wavy bright patterns, showed a chopping shape, and the arrow cut close to her body. open.

The Pilgrimage Bell brought her not only an increase in magic power, but also the combat experience of the previous generation of savior Ash and her companions.

The stick dance cut through the arrows of Fairy Tristan, and Arturia tapped her toes. She was about a hundred meters away from Fairy Tristan. At this time, the sound of the light curtain breaking became more intense, leaving There is not much time left for Artoria.

But somehow the figure of Menechelle appeared in her mind, and magic power gathered at her feet, but this time it was not to strengthen her limbs. After the magic power reached a certain level, Arturia gave up control and turned around. And chanted another magic trick.

The out-of-control magic exploded at her feet, pushing her body forward into the distance. The healing green light gathered on her body, repairing the legs that were torn apart by the sudden explosion, but the real pain made Al Tolia grinned, and while she was still in the air, Artoria raised the staff of choice.

Arturia's too smooth movements made the elf Tristan stunned, so that when she reacted, the shadow cast by the staff of choice had already arrived in front of their eyes.

Fairy Tristan was obviously panicked. She controlled the blood threads to form a network, but Artoria seemed to have expected it, and her staff lit up with fire.

Ash's magic.

The flames burned through the cobweb-like blood lines and hit the goblin Tristan's lower abdomen where he couldn't dodge.

The soft armor blocked most of the damage for her, and she staggered away, clutching her belly.

Because of the pain, Tristan the Fairy's eyes protruded, and the whites of his eyes were filled with blood.

"We are both fairy knights, but compared to Bagst and Melyuzina, you are far behind."

Such an indifferent look and such a contemptuous tone made the goblin Tristan's breathing become urgent and short. She thought of those goblins, with their condescending attitude and contemptuous expression, pointing at her back. Said she was just a rag.

——"Bavanshi, you are always like this."

In a daze, she seemed to see her mother's disappointed eyes again.

——No, it must not be like that!

Biting his tongue, Fairy Tristan forced himself to wake up.

That being the case...

"Who allowed you to use this gesture——"

She didn't want to use this magic trick.

"Who asked you to talk to me like this!"

Without any warning, the goblin Tristan raised his hand and threw out a black halo.

Pure black, terrifying black, as if it had swallowed up all light sources.

Artoria had an ominous feeling in her heart, and she wanted to perform a teleportation magic, but because she had to maintain the wall that sealed off Gloucester, she finally only raised the Pilgrimage Staff to set up a light curtain, but the black light passed through her defense.

A biting coldness spread up her arms. Arturia felt a chill running from her back to her brain.