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

"Everything is fine. That's great."

A hoarse and low voice sounded under the tree. Under the giant tree that was burning silently, a decadent figure wearing a hood sat down leaning against the tree.

"Grim...are you okay?"

"Not dead yet." Grim heard the call and felt the warm temperature coming from his body. He shook Artoria who had just stood up and threw a healing magic at him. Shaking his head: "No need to waste your efforts, I'm just not dead."

Grim shook his head slightly, but his face was still exposed in front of everyone. His right eye was closed tightly, but the sunken eyeball also revealed that his eye was disabled. There was a ferocious blood line above the eyelid, which passed from his forehead through the fragile side of his neck and disappeared until his right shoulder. , this blood line shows a dark red color after the blood has coagulated, and the wound is extremely deep. Rather than saying that the wound is on the neck, it is better to say that the head is barely connected to the body by a layer of skin. This does not look like it no matter how you look at it. He was able to survive his injuries, let alone perform magic, so Grim's current state could only be explained by one term.

"Can the battle continue?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes darkened. But unlike the depressed people, Grim himself seemed indifferent. He actually chuckled and said in a self-deprecating tone: "I was unexpectedly attacked by a little girl. What bad luck. Could it be that I was attacked by this body?" influence?”

"Sure enough, the tree trunk that helped me block the sneak attack of the goblin Tristan at that time was made by you, Grim." Artoria thought of the tree that fell down by coincidence at that time. If it hadn't been for the tree trunk that smashed it If Tristan the Fairy deflects his attack, Artoria may follow in his footsteps.

"Well, I'm sorry. At that time, there was only so much I could do." There was nothing to hide, Grim admitted generously.

"Okay, let's stop saying goodbye." Grim stretched out his hand, and the twisted wooden staff was held in his hand as he thought. Relying on the staff, he actually dragged his body to stand up. The intact left eye was covered with bloodshot eyes: "Escape, escape now! Son of prophecy, leave this place to me!"

Although he said this, Grimm's frail posture that could be blown down by the wind at any time did not look like it could compete with the disaster of space above.

As if he saw Artoria's worry, Grim raised his chin and showed a wild dog-like smile. He touched his right eye and said, "Don't worry, I still have some connections with this guy above. Moreover, because this picture of mine may be closer to that "God of Wisdom", my spiritual base output value has reached an unprecedented intensity. "

"..."God of Wisdom"? Speaking of which...the black flames did not engulf the tree..."

"The pseudonym of Grimm's escape from the world, and the person who possesses this body is none other than the brother of Loki, the god king of Northern Europe and the father of Jormungandr, and the great god Odin!" Grimm winked at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "In addition, this tree is actually a projection of the World Tree."

"I will be summoned here, probably just for this reason... Unfortunately, Thor should actually be here."

"But that's probably where I'll end it."

The projected tree known as the World Tree had also burned to the end at this time. Above the sky, Jormungandr, the Calamity of the Sky, roared below again, and Grim waved behind him. Waved: "Let's go."

Mashu set his sights on Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Artoria. With everyone watching, Arturia unclenched her fists and loosened her pursed mouth. She was about to speak, but a voice spoke faster than her.

"No."

That's Gareth.

"Grim, if you are left alone, you will be eaten by the fairy Menechelle in three minutes. After eating the spirit base of the god Odin, it will grow into a complete body."

The petite girl knight was more decisive than ever at this time. Her words were so precise that they felt like they had to be convinced.

"After that, the goblin Lancelot was defeated. We can't escape. Under the attack of Bagster and the goblin Menechelle, everyone will die."

Because he had seen this scene dozens of times, Gareth spoke without any pause at this time.

"Gareth, have you seen the future again?"

"Yes, Lady Artoria." Gareth nodded: "I predicted it a hundred times."

"So, how many times have we survived?"

Gareth fell into silence. The flickering fire left half of her face in the light and half in the shadow. The dividing line in the middle was like a mirror that separated light and darkness.

"once."

Gareth raised her head, she looked at Artoria, and saw her current posture from those eyes.

Weak and clumsy, but not hopeless.

She said to Artoria, as if she were facing her reflection in Artoria's eyes, "Just once."

Mira is the name of the dead fairy that Chaldea and Arturia met in the Lake District.

Thor, another son of Odin, killed Jormungandr in the history of pan-humanity.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 472: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Ainsel

boom!

With this explosion, the burnt projection world tree was whipped into two pieces by a whip, and a scarlet crack opened in the dark sky. That was the mouth of the Calamity of the Sky, and the roaring voice seemed to be in the air. At this moment, there was substance. Circles of white air waves visible to the naked eye washed down from top to bottom, and the fine dust from the previous bombardment of the meteorite group was blown away.

"Really or not, you can actually survive in the face of this kind of enemy." Grim looked up at the raging Sky Disaster and grinned. At this time, there were many fewer people under the wreckage of the World Tree. Chaldea followed Artoria and found the elf knight Lancelot who was still fighting the beast's calamity under the command of Gareth.

But Gareth can't leave. Disasters will not take the initiative to attack humans. Their first target is always goblins. At this moment, Gareth is playing such a role.

She believed in the taste of the goblin Menechelle. When he was just a little snake, when Gareth's predecessor was still a little goblin, she almost became his meal.

'come quickly! This is the only Mirror Fairy flavored food in the entire Fairy Kingdom. '

Gareth stared at the sky and tried her best to release her aura as the Mirror Fairy. At this time, her dark green pupils appeared golden under the reflection of the firelight.

"You do not believe?"

Even so, her tone was still cold. All her companions were obeying her orders, and she had to do her best.

"How could it be possible? I... I should say that I had encountered the Mirror Fairy in the previous generation. Of course I know what this so-called prophecy is. Since the future can be predicted, it will definitely happen."

"With such a level of prophecy, you are not an ordinary mirror fairy - you are the clan leader, right?"

"Yes." Gareth nodded in answer to Grim's question. Her eyes were staring at the huge thing that was disappearing and appearing in the sky, and she was counting silently in her heart.

"As expected. This makes me more confident." Grimm's smile became more and more exuberant. He felt the heart beating wildly in his chest, he felt the throbbing feeling of blood flowing at high speed, and he felt the body's rapidly declining functions. He also saw the giant snake selected among the flashing thunder, and his smile became exuberant and bloodthirsty: "How long can I hold on?"

"Two minutes and forty-nine seconds."

"Is it enough?"

"enough."

"That's good!" Grim held the staff, and Rune automatically wrote at his feet, extending toward the surrounding land. He could feel the approaching pressure, and the boiling divine blood in his body told him that it was a sign to the land. The swooping Jörmungandr. That's his nephew.

Behind him was Gareth, her frail body trembling slightly because of the approaching curse. She counted silently at first, but later she could no longer withstand the pressure and counted aloud.

The dark clouds were stirred into the shape of a whirlpool. The dark clouds were low, and the sky seemed to fall downwards with the clouds, swallowing up the entire land.

Sudden!

The first thing to emerge from the swirling dark clouds was two rows of pale cold light as thick and sharp as giant trees on the city wall.

And those are Jormungandr's teeth.

However, the sound of counting continued, so Grim held back the magic spell that was about to provoke him.

The row of sharp teeth continued to fall, and it was about to cover all the light sources around them.

Finally, just when Grim was about to collapse, there was a crisp sound behind her.

It was like the sound of breaking a mirror with force, causing glass shards to scatter on the ground and then explode. After that, there was Gareth's cry: "Grim, do it!"

Almost at the same time as he heard the sound, Grim raised his staff.

He shouted violently, and under his feet, the spell that had been engraved on him was instantly activated, and two twisted human figures made entirely of entangled thorns grew out of the ground.

"A burning cage of flames."

This is exactly the Noble Phantasm of this spiritual base.

Feeling the large amount of magic power extracted from his body, he knew that the countdown to his last two minutes and forty-nine seconds had begun. Grim's smile finally moved from his face to his entire body, and he laughed heartily.

Two wooden figures, one on the left and one on the right, blocked the giant teeth near the top of the head. The fifteen-meter-tall wooden figure was barely even in front of the row of formidable teeth. However, the runes covered on the two wooden figures allowed them to exert a huge power far beyond their height, and actually slowed down the closing speed of the giant snake's teeth for a while.

But that was only a slowdown. In front of the huge snake cub of the atrium, the huge wooden man was pierced in the blink of an eye like a child meeting a large dog, and was gathered together with the soil under him. The fierce white teeth swallowed it whole into his belly. As for the blazing flames that suddenly ignited on the wooden man's body, it was eroded by Jörmungandr's black flames before it even covered the wooden man's whole body.

——As expected, it is so strong that even the Noble Phantasm can be easily eaten.

Grim, who had just escaped from the snake's mouth, looked at the scattered sawdust, and then at Jörmungandr, who had retracted into the black clouds and was waiting for an opportunity to approach them again. Grim's staff touched the ground, and the runes under the ground moved again. A new change occurred, and the third wooden figure rose rapidly under his feet.

"My nephew! It is for you that I have come this time!"

As Grimm drank violently, his height increased step by step with the wooden man below. The wooden man only leaned out half of his body, and his height had already risen to fifty meters. Magic power surged on Grimm's body. The thick steam and the hideous wound spilled blood again.

The bright red color fell on the wooden figure at his feet. At this time, among the dark clouds, the black clouds were stirred by a strong wind.

Snapped!

A tail whip fell on the wooden man's chest, and the seemingly hard thorns were instantly smashed into pieces. The runes on the wooden man lit up, and Grim spit out a mouthful of blood. His chest sank quickly like the wooden man.

Grim raised his head with red eyes, and tightened his hands tightly. Among the falling wood debris, the wooden man folded his hands and hugged the tail, blocking Jörmungandr's movement.

The wooden man let out a silent roar, and then its body was completely exposed to the earth. Different from the tattered upper body, the wooden man's lower body was intricately stuck to the ground like a real tree root.

--"Roar!"

There was a faint roar in the distance, but Grim didn't pay attention at all, and all his attention was on the sky.

In the sky, low thunder came from the dark clouds, and a pair of scarlet red eyes loomed in it. The wooden man was more than a hundred meters tall. Grimm, who was standing at the highest point, raised his head and looked at the pair of scarlet eyes higher up.

Black firewood fell from the clouds, and Jörmungandr used the same trick to spit out meteorites, but those meteorites were detonated before they fell. Chitose Muramasa, who was lying on the wooden man, took off into the air and projected a katana that was inserted into the meteorite. Only a small part of it fell on the wooden man, which had no effect other than making the wooden man even more tattered.

The black clouds were stirred again, and the scarlet cracks in the sky widened again. It turned out that Jörmungandr was planning to swallow the wooden man regardless of the consequences.

boom!

A beam of light shot out from the black barrel under the ground, and the red magic power hit Jormungandr's mouth. The excess magic power in Jormungandr's mouth was like a stone, sinking into the sea without any waves.

This only delayed for less than a second, but it was enough for Grim at this moment.

"Get down here!"

A little spark appeared on the wooden man's body, and then, the entire wooden man started burning from the head to the torso below.

Feeling the tearing flames on his body, Grim's body trembled as if he was afraid of the cold. The feeling of spiritual strength collapse, the feeling of his soul being pulled away, and the feeling of burning pain all flooded into his brain.

The devouring of Jormungandr came again, but Senbai's teeth immediately retreated after touching the flames on the wooden man.

Grim looked at the endless scarlet mouth. Instead of flinching, he increased the connection between himself and the wooden man.

In the flames, Grim raised his two hands, and the burning wooden man lifted his orange arms again.

The fire light dispersed large areas of darkness. Not only did the wooden man not loosen due to Jörmungandr's struggle, the orange flames and black flames resisted each other, and the wooden man exerted force fiercely.

"Hahahahahaha!"

In the blazing flames, Grim's vague shadow waved his arms.

The wooden man followed his movement and pulled the snake's tail downwards.

At the same time, the snake in the atrium also twitched its tail and climbed upwards. Grimm ignored it and further burned his spirit base. The flames on his body burned his body faster, dyeing Grimm's body into a gorgeous and magnificent golden color. Yellow, his figure was looming in the flames, and only his eye was clear.

"Little brat!"

boom!

The stalemate was broken at this moment.

The wooden man's already tattered upper body was immediately torn apart, and one of Grim's arms was burned into powder. Grim's feet were in the air, and when he came back to his senses, his body had already fallen downwards.

Grim raised his head and looked at the blurry black figure that was struggling in the flames but was still pulled down from the clouds. His eyelids bent, and he caught a glimpse of several figures flashing under him from the corner of his eye.

Children of Prophecy and Chaldea.

As planned, they brought the disaster of the beast here.

The two sides' eyes met, and Grim caught the unbearable look in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, and his brain was inexplicably clear.

'Even the sadness cannot stop here. '

Trembling, he raised his remaining right arm in that direction and gave a thumbs up to Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes that suddenly widened, but his body had already collapsed first.

Two minutes and forty-nine seconds, not a second less.

He couldn't help but sneer - his body had long since lost that function, but out of subjective thoughts, Grim still thought that he had done this.

'Why are the predictions so accurate? '

……

"This time, Grimm is probably really dead."

Artoria seemed to be talking to Fujimaru Ritsuka, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

Behind her was Bagster, who was being suppressed. The original plan was for Artoria to attract the Beast Calamity, but after hearing that Gareth planned to shoot down Jörmungandr, the elf knight Lancelot actually offered to help.

At this time, a large wave of lake-blue magic power erupted from Fairy Lancelot's body, and he suppressed the Dog of Disaster with just his petite body.

But in reality, she couldn't last much longer.

Bagst's magic power is growing by devouring her. Unless the fairy Lancelot takes the initiative to reveal his true form, there is really nothing that can be done to Bagst.

"What should I do next?"

Faced with the question from the fairy Lancelot, Artoria didn't know how to answer. Because Gareth didn't tell him either.