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

"It's nothing. This is a reward for you, the sinful primates, who have obviously caused all the troubles but survived safely. No need to be polite, just accept it. It will give her the new life she deserves, and it will give you the rebirth you deserve. death."

“Wherever there is emptiness, there is jealousy, where there is confusion, there is curse.”

Feel free to give up all your abilities, feel free to envy all your abilities, and feel free to gain all your abilities!

——Ten thousand years ago, when the non-primate god defined as the [Snake of the Middle Court] was exterminated by the catastrophe, it cursed like this.

Then, thousands of years later, she felt the call of the fairies who still had no regrets, and the young snakes from the sea landed on the British Isles.

——The second-generation heavenly snake "Jormungandr" has been reborn in the Lake District.

The remains of the Dragon of the End noticed her first, and it greeted her enthusiastically, "You are hungry, please don't be polite, just eat on me."

She spent her childhood protected by the remains of Albion. But the feeling of fullness could not fill the hole in her soul.

She tried to say hello to the surrounding creatures, but the goblins showed disgust when they saw her, but fortunately, they all filled her stomach in the end.

Various thoughts gathered in her mind, those of the fairies and Albion's. She couldn't sort it out, but everyone gathered in her stomach, and the empty feeling was filled.

Then she meets the only goblin who doesn't have any emotions for her.

Ai handed her the bread. At that time, she may have known the consequences of doing so, but she still followed Ai and left the Lake District and Albion.

It was just a voice, but it was unwilling to let her go no matter what. It rang in her ears when she stepped out of the lake area.

"Young Fairy of Paradise, even if I suppress my anger, even if I suppress my resentment, my body will destroy everything."

"It will long to fill the void of lost anger, it will long to be whatever the goblin is, it will become my resentment."

【Disaster, disaster! 】

[My next generation, you can’t run away anywhere]

Even on Heji's pilgrimage, even during the endless years when the underground cave was sealed, even during the journey with Artoria, this voice still never let go of her.

【The disaster of space! The Disaster of the Sky]

[You can't run away]

She heard faint whimpering sounds, and the elf Menechelle often felt the curse of the undead she had eaten and the whispers in her ears.

[The disaster of space, Jormungandr. No matter how you avoid it, this is your fate. 】

[We are the evil primate killers. 】

[We are the vengeful spirits. 】

……

The flames were crackling in her ears, and her body was somehow so heavy that it was difficult to lift. Her body was covered with all kinds of wounds, including burns, penetration wounds, corrosion wounds, and shield wounds.

Wails and cries for help could be heard everywhere.

She recognized where this place was.

This is Londinion, a city burned by the flames of destruction, a city that ruined the illusion of peaceful coexistence between humans and fairies.

——That’s enough, that’s enough here!

In the Court of Frustration, the fairy Menechelle struggled physically. She wanted to close her eyes and not want to see anymore, but her body was not under her control.

Phantoms of the past blew toward her with the warmth of the fire.

The sky-high fire curtain that engulfed the city seemed to have stopped. The beating flames were abruptly separated from the two ends, and a pure white aurora flashed from the center of the fire curtain.

Almost as soon as her eyes caught the white light, her chin lost consciousness, and then a figure walked out of the curtain of fire.

Wearing a blue beret, her fluffy blond hair was stuck to her forehead because of the blood, and her gentle ice-blue eyes looked depressed because they had lost their luster.

Holding the spear of choice in one hand, Ash walked up to her, and then she used the other hand to open the mouth of the elf Menechelle.

Ai fell into silence. The hand that grasped her teeth trembled with force. Her eyelids were drooped. Under the control of magic, a small piece of bread flew into the dragon's mouth, but because of the penetrating wound on her jaw, The hardest one fell to the ground.

"Jormungandr, I will seal you -" Ai took a deep breath: "I will seal you into a large underground cave."

"Don't look at me like that, that's what you're for."

"This is why I took you out of the swamp."

"Jormungandr, the disaster in the great underground cave will wake up sooner or later, and it will return to Britain, but as long as you stay there, it will notice you first."

——"You will die in disaster."

What Ash had said was intertwined with the frustration that happened right in front of him:

"As long as you are willing, you can swallow up the disaster of the underground cave, and Britain can be saved."

"Why? Needless to say, haven't you guessed it a long time ago? Haven't you felt it a long time ago? Jormungandr, you are destined to be just a tool."

The truth was exposed before her eyes in a few words.

Ash's spear of choice erupted with white light, and the fairy Menechel lowered her head.

Ai doesn't regard her as a companion. Unlike other traveling companions on the tour, she is just a means of transportation.

Every time Ashe rang the pilgrim bell, she would be left alone outside.

In fact, she knew everything, Morgan was Ash.

Bread was delivered regularly when she was in the large underground cave. When she flew out of the large underground cave, she noticed a line of sight and familiar magic from the palace of Camelot.

It's not that Qi disappeared before he could release her in time, but that he never thought about releasing her at all.

Ae deceived her, Ae was just using her, Ae broke his promise, she should hate Ae.

——She really wanted to lie to herself like this. She really wished she could be like the other unsuspecting goblins, like the other absent goblins.

"The savior poisoned Uther's cup, killed all the Knights of the Round Table, set fire to Londinion, and personally destroyed the peace talks he had brokered."

If she was really just an ignorant celestial snake who knew nothing about primates, perhaps she would really think so.

At that time, she hoped that she was really just as stupid as she appeared. But no matter what, she still inherited the memories of so many people she devoured.

"I...I still can't resent you, Qi."

"Whatever I can't deceive myself about, I can't resent you."

Because of this, the elf Menechelle could see the pain and tenderness in Ashe's eyes that were completely inconsistent with the words she said when she approached her.

That's why she was trapped by such despicable magic for four thousand years, because it was Ai's request.

——Woo.

The elf Menechelle heard the sobbing, and someone's question rang in her ears:

"Do you still want to talk to yourself and deceive yourself? Sure enough, I shouldn't have had hope in you." It was the voice of an extremely cold man: "Is it so difficult for you to admit your mistakes? Are you so despicable? To this extent? Are you so selfish? Let me bear your sin! Answer me!"

The burning flame solidifies here, and the noisy sound freezes. Time seems to be frozen, and space seems to be sealed in a pure mirror.

Clang——

The first crack appeared between the pictures, and it quickly expanded until the entire picture was covered with a network of cracks.

Rang——

The picture suddenly shattered, whether it was flames, ash, or the sky lit with stars, everything shattered, leaving only darkness in front of her eyes.

Step, step, step.

Slow footsteps sounded, and each step seemed to step on the heart of the fairy Menechelle. From the darkness, a vague figure of a man walked out.

The elf Menethiel lowered his head, and Jörmungandr lowered his head.

Tears slid down her cheeks, leaving behind not tear stains, but black curse marks.

Jörmungandr remembered it—it should be said that he faced reality head-on.

It's not even Bagster's choice to seal his memory because he couldn't bear the weight of the past, but his escapism from reality where he knew everything but pretended not to know.

"Despicable creature, I will never let you go no matter what! I will never forgive you no matter what!"

The man's figure gradually became clearer, and his face was distorted by anger: "I want you to remember that you are a born despicable bastard who swallowed goblins to survive! No matter how you disguise it, you can't hide that Jörmungandr is born Bad guy - you deserve to die."

--say no more! say no more!

But the image from that time had already appeared in front of her.

With Ash's prompting, all the fairies and the best humans in Britain gathered in Londinion to discuss Britain's future.

Faced with such temptation, she finally took off her disguise and revealed the truth called disaster.

She could no longer resist the whispers in her ears. She turned back to her original form, burned Londinion, and ate all the goblins crazily.

Between the goblin's blood and the beating flames, she raised her head in satisfaction, and the hole in her heart was finally satisfied.

Ai didn't break her promise and taught her how to get along with fairies until the end. She was the one who really broke her promise.

Starting from the stomach, curses rolled on Bagster's flesh, but the pain was not as painful as the position overlapping the heart. There was severe pain in the "heart" there, as if being pulled by some invisible hand.

"How long do you want to keep pretending! How long do you want to pretend to be stupid!"

"Do you still want to pretend to be innocent and continue your second tour? Let me guess, who do you want to eat this time?"

--not like this! I don’t want to eat anyone! I cherish you all very much and I like you very much!

"No - you have already started eating, haven't you already eaten me?"

"On this point, I'm wrong. You don't deserve sympathy at all. You are pure evil!"

The man's face was raised, and the young man's face enlarged in front of Jormungandr's eyes, making her pupils tremble.

The pain coming from the "heart" became more intense, as if a piece of the heart had been forcefully pulled off. It was like being hit by a chosen gun. I felt nothing at first but as time went by, the pain became more and more painful.

But after the pain passed, what followed was a hole that frightened her even more. It was as if someone had dug out a piece of her heart, and her brain was filled with murmurs in her ears in an instant.

"I wanted to rely on my last experience and pretend to be harmless, but I found that this time the fairy in the paradise didn't trust you."

The filth she had been trying so hard to hide seemed to be revealed bit by bit in these words. Her soul was like a puzzle, and these words were like chains hooking her soul, tearing her soul apart bit by bit. .

——Stop talking!

"You hate your appetite so much that as long as you don't feel greedy, you won't eat that man."

——Stop talking!

"You have always regretted eating that man. Even if you don't rely on his spiritual energy, you can fly out, so that the fairy in the paradise will not resent you."

"That way, once you gain trust, you can eat as much as you want."

——"Stop talking!"

Jormungandr suddenly roared, and at some point she regained control of her body.

"Admit it! Calamity of the Sky! That's what you think!"

Her eyes were red, and Jörmungandr opened her mouth towards the man who was still chattering in front of her. Her white teeth were highlighted in the dark mouth. Blood spattered and half of her body was thrown out.

But the man's face showed no sign of anger at being attacked. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth were raised and his lips moved silently.

But Jormungandr saw clearly what that was saying.

'Look, I can't help it anymore. '

"——Ah, ah——"

At first, it was a low sob of suppressed pain, and then the cry became more and more heartbreaking. Finally, it almost turned into a trembling roar like a beast. The pitch of the roar rose with every tremor. The sound of chewing.

By the end, it sounded like it was clearly laughing.

Fairy Menechelle/Jörmungandr, how should I put this character? Like the original Jianmi, she is also a character with the word "death" written all over her body as soon as she appears. I believe everyone can see it: no matter what In the history of pan-humanity, Jörmungandr died at the hands of Odin's son Thor, Jörmungandr almost killed Ainsel when he was still a child, and the origin of [Ezequiel] and [Menechel], The fairy Menechelle, who combines these flags, has become a shining star of death.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 468: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: Disaster Comes Again

Even though Beryl's control of the Woodworth Spirit Key is not perfect, and even though he is missing an arm at this time, this is Woodworth after all. The white fur stained with curses and blood can still block slashes and magic. The broken claws can still tear apart shields and defenses.

To put it bluntly, the battle situation has reached a stalemate.

Matthew's big shield suffered another heavy blow, and he steadied himself with the help of Gareth.

Beryl's condition was not good either. He was heaving heavily due to breathing, but even so, his red pupils were still staring at the stubborn girl holding the shield:

"I said, Matthew, you should work harder. If you don't work hard, the big bad wolf will take you away."

But even though he said this, Beryl didn't dare to take the next step. He could feel his heart aching, and what made him more unhappy than his body that was on the verge of reaching its limit was his soul. It has never been able to perfectly match this body.