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

……

Saw the light.

In the purgatory-like crimson color filled with the desire to kill, one could see the radiance of holiness.

As bright as the sun, as gentle as the moon, and as bright as the stars.

Such brilliance appeared in the red and cruel world in her eyes. Lighting up her eyes with the light of reason, she realized that at this moment, she seemed to be opening her mouth wide, exhaling hot breath in unnecessary resistance.

In the boiling stream of light, the fairy Menechelle seemed to have returned to the past, a time that she had almost forgotten.

"梣..."

The pole spear shining with dazzling golden light arrived in an instant, gradually overlapping with the gleaming patrol spear in front of me in memory, and in the next moment surpassed the holy spear hovering in front of me.

There was only one moment of time that went by, and I came back to my senses in the boundless heat.

Finally, finally.

The belated punishment finally came to Calamity, and the savior finally killed the natural evil beast that should never have existed in the first place.

Seemingly satisfied and relieved, the elf Menechelle slowly closed her mouth and shattered the flame pillar with the thunder gun.

And in the end, what was reflected in her eyes was the beautiful primate approaching her among the countless beautiful golden particles scattered in the sky.

The staff of choice was stained with the light of the stars, and the blue dress was illuminated extremely brightly by that light.

The most important thing is the pure look in the blond goblin's eyes that is already ready for realization. Instead of the painful anger and darkness of death in her non-existent memory, there are vivid and completely beautiful eyes.

Then, when the main body of the thunder gun completely penetrated her head, the whole world was illuminated by that bright light.

However, when she was beheading her, she clearly felt a pair of hands covering her head. The small piece was very warm. She saw the sadness in the eyes of the blond goblin who was stroking her head.

"……Thanks."

Thank you for being so gentle and grieving for a sinful beast like me, for me who has eaten your companion twice and is not worthy of being your companion.

……

The fallen head of the giant snake lost its life, and the last trace of red in the snake's pupils has now completely dissipated.

The huge headless corpse hanging from the sky turned into light and slowly dissipated, and Arturia was silent for a long, long time.

As if it was an hallucination, her ears were still filled with the sound of thanks from the elf Menechelle that had not yet dissipated in the air.

"Why do you want to thank me? Menechelle the elf."

Arturia looked at the heads scattered in the dust and mud in front of her, her fairy eyes closed.

"Why are you sorry? Menechelle the elf."

"There is no need to blame yourself, Fairy Menechelle."

She gently raised her hand and closed the dim, round eyes on her head one by one.

"Get some rest, Elf Menechelle."

"Didn't you do a great job? You fulfilled your agreement with Menechelle. As my companion, you protected me until the last moment."

The dark clouds that covered Gloucester dispersed as the disaster receded, and the destruction of the blue light beam revealed the orange sky hidden behind it.

"You can't blame me. I asked for your opinion."

The elf Lancelot re-condensed the blue armor. Although she said this, her evasive eyes still revealed her guilty conscience.

She coughed lightly, and her body flew up with magic power: "Since the disaster has been eliminated, and I have not accepted the task of annihilating you, let's say goodbye - the next time we meet in Camelot, we will be enemies. "

Watching the elf Lancelot fly towards the clouds, Arturia had no time to say anything.

"I don't want to blame her either."

"Don't worry about her, she just has this kind of character." Qianzi Muramasa swung his shawl and stretched: "But what about the old man? I haven't seen him since I came here. Isn't it because he was suppressed? Are there ruins?"

"The old man...referring to Mr. Ezequiel?" Matthew looked around and saw no one: "Speaking of which, from just now..."

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine."

Following this voice, Ezequiel walked over slowly, holding something in his arms.

"This is……"

"Well, it was Gareth, but...when I found her, the child was only half alive."

With only half of his body left, Gareth lay limply in Ezequiel's arms, and was picked up by Artoria.

Arturia stroked the ends of Gareth's sticky hair in silence and put her face on her chest, but her chest was completely cold.

"...Gareth..."

Her palms came into contact with Gareth's cheek, and a trace of golden light came out from between her palms.

"Artoria, there's no need to waste your efforts. She has already fallen asleep. Even a miracle of cure..." But halfway through Ezequiel's words, he saw the shocked expression on Artoria's face, so he The second half of the sentence was swallowed tremblingly: "Is it possible..."

Artoria's eyes widened, and then the surprise in her eyes was replaced by a greater sense of sadness and powerlessness.

"How could it be? Why is it you..."

At the same time as the light came into contact, an idea came to Artoria's mind, which was the instinct of the Fairy in Paradise.

——The sixth Pilgrimage Bell has been found.

"So, is Gareth actually the second generation of Ainsel?"

Pilgrimage Bells, also known as Bone Bells, are literally Bone Bells formed from the remains of clan leaders who have ended their lives. The bell represents obedience to the Son of Prophecy, agreement with the mission of liberating Britain, and is also the sound of apology from the six clans.

At this time, Gareth's body...

After sadness comes a deeper anger.

"Why! Why! Why! I don't even have your body..."

——Can’t stay either.

But, but.

even so.

Arturia bit her lower lip, her hand holding Gareth trembling slightly.

"Gareth, if this is what you expect, then so do I..."

You must also complete the mission of the Son of Prophecy and ring your bone bell.

This is the realm of non-primate existence:

The furry horned god, Jörmungandr, the snake of the courtyard, Albion, the descendant dragon, Bagst, the black dog who died, Goyanskaya, the jade-faced nine-tailed fox, Oberon, the worm of Naraku

All the virtuous people have arrived, and the young and old have gathered together.

Chapter 476: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: Under the Sound of the Mirror Bell

On the Bell Tower in Gloucester, as if it had been expected to develop like this, in this catastrophe that swept the whole city and almost destroyed Gloucester, only the Bell Tower remained unscathed. The ground was preserved, and Gareth's remains were suspended and deformed in the golden light when they climbed to the top of the tower.

The clock with its transparent water color stands out in the light.

Arturia put her hand on the big water-colored bell. The bell trembled slightly. This time, what came to her ears was a certain ethereal voice repeatedly singing a prophetic song.

"Sacrifice knights to victory, sacrifice hypocrisy to prophecy."

"The hollow responds with a bone bell, and the knight responds with hope."

I don’t know how many times she repeated it, but the sound of the prophetic song was gradually replaced by the sound of the bell. The vibration of the bell caused a momentary reflection in front of her eyes. Somehow, Artoria stretched out her hand forward, but her palm was pressed against an extremely thin transparent mirror. A stream of light flashed across the water mirror, and the originally clear mirror seemed to not exist. A face was reflected behind the white light.

Wearing a blue beret and having smooth golden hair, it was a face exactly like hers, but Arturia knew that it was not her. Because there was no one around her, but the girl opposite the mirror was surrounded by a group of friends like flowers.

"Savior Ash...Morgan."

Arturia murmured, but the sound could not be conveyed in the dark and chaotic space.

Is that what happened?

Those so-called memories, those so-called back-up moves, is this really what happened?

Looking at the other side of the very close mirror, Artoria finally had a look of understanding. It is not a real spell that is engraved on the Pilgrimage Bell, but a body of thoughts from the past that is engraved in the [Water Mirror]. I am afraid that these thoughts are left behind for...

"Hey, Ai. We all left behind our own thoughts."

It was a canine boy with blue hair tied into a thin braid on the back of his head. His red eyes came closer to look at the mirror.

"Why did you only take one photo this time - didn't that guy take a photo yet?"

"Okay, Grim, I know I can't hide it from you, but don't tell everyone."

The girl in the picture showed a narrow smile that was inconsistent with her tranquil temperament. She stretched out her hand to touch Shota's head, and held out her index finger in front of her lips with her other hand.

"But, does he know about this? Didn't he say that he wanted to leave everyone's image to Jormungandr?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter."

"He is my private romance. I don't want it to be made public."

……

The deep and heavy bells rang out in every corner of Gloucester, but there were no goblins in the city full of ruins and debris to appreciate this moment of peaceful bell ringing.

In the center of the ruins, the fine dust floating in the air retreated from here, as if they were deliberately avoiding something in the middle of the ruins. It was a head with no body and only remains, but the head alone contained dozens of rice.

After careful observation, she discovered that it was not the dust that avoided her, but that all the dust that was close to her was sucked in - Jormungandr, even though only a solitary head was left, she was still alive.

The sound of bells lingering in her ears awakened her thoughts a little. She wanted to open her mouth and roar to remind Artoria on the bell tower that there was no way to do it without smashing her body into pieces. Completely destroy her.

The Scourge of the Sky, Jormungandr, will also give birth to the next generation from her remains.

However, she was too weak, and she could only barely open her eyes a crack.

Come on, everyone is good, please, you must notice me - kill me.

But except for the gray mist, no one or goblin was approaching this way.

At a certain moment, just when she was almost disappointed, the light projected suddenly dimmed.

"Sure enough, I knew you wouldn't die so easily."

The man's back was in the light, and he couldn't see his facial features or even the outline of his body.

But such a voice did come to her ears, and she judged the person standing in front of her in the wavelength of magic power.

There is doubt, that is the dead guy who should not be here anyway.

"It's been a long time no see, but it's really thanks to you that I can stand here talking to you."

Although they were having a conversation, the man did not need her answer.

As the man spoke, he suddenly sat down next to her head. He tilted his head back, and his voice echoed in the ears of the elf Menechelle.

"'Just imagining the grief-stricken appearance of a certain elf who lost his companion because of me, I feel that my existence is wrong.' That must be what you are thinking now, right?"

"Really, it's because of this that I have to come over. Even if it exposes me, I have to come over. Otherwise, I won't be able to feel at ease no matter what."

"It's because of your uneasy personality that Ai and everyone else are so worried about you."

"I'm worried that you can't stand being alone, and I'm worried about your child-like personality."

"That's why, Ai, she kept the thoughts of her, me, and Grim in the water mirror. I hope that even in the future when we are no longer here, you will still not be alone."

The man stretched out his rough and dry palms, and stroked her head with his uncomfortable palms.

The elf Menechelle closed her eyes, and somehow she suddenly felt at peace.

"Jormungandr, your road ahead must be as long as we can't imagine."

Yes, that's how it feels.

Just this is enough.

Ai used his so-called feelings to create an invisible cage for her, and she walked into the cage willingly and put the collar on herself with her own hands.

For this reason, it doesn't matter even if you pretend to be ignorant or listless. As long as she could continue to feel the warmth of being touched, as long as she could hear even a false compliment such as "You are very good", she would be very satisfied.

All she wanted was so much.

Just by doing this, the fairy Menechelle was saved.

"Then it's all said and done, I'm going to take action. If I do it myself, my guilt will actually be reduced."

Along with the sword's roar, the reflective steel blade refracted the sunlight into her half-open eyes.