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

Facing the slashing sword, the elf Menechelle suddenly opened her mouth and wanted to tell, but she couldn't make a sound. Only a little dust was blown away.

As long as she is the person in front of her, it is absolutely understandable that she and him should be one.

There are things she can't let go of.

A certain blond girl looking at her lovingly appeared in front of her eyes unconsciously.

She could no longer remember her name, but her instinct told her that she was important.

"Huh?" The sword stopped: "Do you want to entrust your power to me?"

"That child? The new child of prophecy... Do you want me to protect her and fulfill the agreement on your behalf?"

The fairy Menechelle looked at her with hope, but she had gradually lost that strength.

"It seems that you are not alone during these days when neither I nor Ash is here."

"I promise you, then, I will also accept your spirit base and spirit core. Take a nap with this memory."

After hearing the answer, she lowered her head with satisfaction and didn't understand why she suddenly felt at ease.

His consciousness calmed down, and the scenery in front of him gradually blurred.

A cold light flashed.

She seemed to have fallen into another level of dream, unable to see anything clearly, but she could only clearly see the flawless sky where she was carrying her companion.

She couldn't see her face clearly and somehow became her companion's companion. But she was extremely convinced that it was her companion.

Unknowingly, fifteen chapters have been written about this disaster and decisive battle.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 477 Outside Camelot City

The body is rotten.

He couldn't even support her to sit up from among the ruins.

He wanted to scream, but his tongue had been corroded by the curse.

Damn Beryl! He never told her that such magic would pollute the soul.

She wasn't very smart, but she also knew that Beryl must have betrayed her mother. He didn't know what kind of magic he used to turn into the appearance of Woodworth, the leader of the Fang Clan who should have died long ago.

'I have to go back and tell my mother! '

This is the only belief that supports the goblin Tristan to go back. Even if he sees the disappointed eyes of his mother, even if he dies immediately after returning, he still has to tell his mother that Beryl is the enemy.

The sound of bells echoed in her ears, and Fairy Knight Tristan opened her eyes. She didn't dare to close them - she was afraid that she would never wake up again if she fell asleep this time.

'Is the battle over? '

Tristan the Goblin rolled his eyes, trying to see something among the ruins of the city.

"Oh, isn't this the princess? You are actually here."

Is this voice Spriggan, the patriarch of the Earth Clan?

Hearing the voice, hope once again lit up the originally dim eyes of Fairy Tristan.

"Oh, I originally thought that accepting Murien's invitation to come to Gloucester was the worst thing I did in my life. But after the disaster, not only did I survive, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise?"

"Oh, look at your eyes, do you want me to take you back to Camelot to find Her Majesty the Queen? Of course I will do that. After all, you are the princess."

The middle-aged man with short brown hair stroked his stubble. Although he said this, Spriggan actually believed in his heart that Queen Morgan was finished.

But if Tristan the Fairy is given to the Son of Prophecy as a bargaining chip to threaten Queen Morgan, he may be able to retain his current position in the new dynasty.

His sensitivity as a businessman was mobilized, but before Sprigan could think about it, his shoulders suddenly sank. Then, a wet feeling spread along his shoulders.

The heavy and rapid breathing hit his ears, making Sprigan's body freeze.

The person behind him seemed to have put all his weight on him, making Sprigan unable to move at all.

"You said... you were going to... Camelot?"

Intermittent sounds came over, and he quietly observed with his peripheral vision, but all Sprigan saw was a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Morgan - take me to find that woman!"

……

Northern plains.

Although judging from the dark clouds that had dispersed in Gloucester the day before, the disaster had receded, but two days had passed since the clouds of disaster completely dissipated, but Arturia had never returned, and no news had been received. Noknale could only order the army of the King's Clan to block the northern plains at the junction of the north and the south, hoping to defend the last pure land of Britain if the worst happened.

Nokenale looked a little anxious. Despite Oberon's assurance, she still couldn't help but feel worried.

Can Arturia really defeat Calamity with her boar-elf-like personality?

What if Arturia was seriously injured or even died fighting to fight off the disaster?

"Don't worry, didn't you also hear the bell of the Mirror Bell that day?"

Sitting across from him, Oberon crossed his legs while teasing the bugs on his palms with his hands. He glanced at Noknare, who was so nervous that she was biting her fingernails, and comforted her.

"I'm not worried about her... I'm just worried that the coalition forces raised in the name of the Children of Prophecy will also fall apart because of the disappearance of the Children of Prophecy."

This was a standard tsundere. The corners of Oberon's mouth turned up. He wanted to continue to say something, but Nokenale suddenly raised her hand and made a quiet gesture to him, and the next moment.

Swish!

The curtains were opened from outside to inside.

"Lord Noknare!"

Wearing iron masks that covered their faces tightly, the guards of the King's Clan hurried into the tent.

"What's there to panic about? What happened."

Noknare calmed down her expression in an instant. She scolded, and then asked: "Is the Queen's Army attacking?"

"Yes, Lord Nokenale." Affected by Nokenale's calmness, the guard's tone gradually became calmer: "The wind fairies sent out detected a large number of fairies and humans approaching in the southwest."

Noknare narrowed her eyes. She stood up and put on her spiritual coat. Under her control, the fairy realm extended in an arc from the military camp to the north, blocked by the chalk wall of Camelot City. Down, but it penetrated straight through without any hindrance on the southwest side. Her ether passed through the bodies of every fairy and human who approached, and several strong or weak life wavelengths were immediately transmitted into her brain, and then She noticed a particularly familiar wave among the complex wavelengths of life.

Nokenale pursed her lips, but still couldn't restrain the weird look on her face. But the pink love-shaped magic power that suddenly rose up on her body still subsided, and her alert look disappeared: "Don't be nervous, that's our reinforcement."

Finally, Nokenalei said: "When you see the Child of Prophecy later, bring her and her companions to see me. As for the reinforcements she brings... let Percival manage them."

The guard agreed and exited the camp.

"Well, don't worry now." Looking at Noknare who let out a sigh of relief after sitting back in the main seat, Oberon chuckled.

"You seem to have known this for a long time?"

"It's easy to guess." Oberon narrowed his eyes: "After repelling the disaster, the Children of Prophecy got the support of more neutral lords and goblins, and jointly defeated the false king - so I guess, the one who repelled the disaster Arturia must be integrating these guys these days, right?"

Nokenale snorted twice but did not respond. She stood up again, and the next moment the curtain was opened. Nokenale stretched out her hands and grabbed the two sides of Arturia's cheeks who had just poked her head out.

"Artoria, you still know how to come back!"

"Ugh!...Provoke." Arturia, whose cheek was pinched, made an inarticulate voice. She shook her head and finally broke away from Noknare's arms.

"I don't know why, but after ringing the sixth patrol bell, many goblins came to see me, so I had to wait for a few more days. Even the Earth Clan and the Wind Clan are on our side."

Arturia pushed away Nokenare's evil hand that she wanted to pinch again: "And compared to me, Nokenare, you don't have the style of a queen at all."

"What does it matter?" Noknale waved her hand and glanced at the rest of the Chaldeans who had just walked into the military camp and looked embarrassed: "They are all your companions anyway."

However, Nokenale soon noticed something strange. She glanced at the people behind Artoria, then glanced again, and then glanced again.

"Where are your dragons and that little spear knight?"

As soon as she asked the question, Nokenale noticed Artoria's suddenly depressed mood. She realized the truth.

"That's it."

Although it was hard to accept, when she thought about it carefully, Nokenale felt that it was natural. How could we not pay any price in the face of such a devastating disaster?

"They are all brave warriors. Their sacrifices will not be in vain."

Noknare groaned but didn't know how to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Nokenalei, I would be sorry for them if you let yourself down here. You arrogant girl, I am the child of prophecy, you have to believe in me sometimes."

"Artoria, you..." Nokenale blinked. She looked at Artoria. For the first time, she felt that she was separated from the low-self-esteem, gray but edible girl in her memory. She was surrounded by a gray aura. The hidden sparkle of Artoria indeed appeared in front of Noknare's eyes.

in this way--

"Now you really look like the child of prophecy."

She couldn't help but sigh.

"Eh? I am the child of prophecy, right?"

Let’s make a transition

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 478 Camelot Part

It was as if it was just a blink of the eyes. Before I closed my eyes, there was still a peaceful greenery outside the city of Camelot blending in with the strong spring breeze. When I opened my eyes again, there were countless more trees on the plain outside the city. Finely divided dense black spots.

The loud shouts of killing came from far away from the plain.

"Nokenalei has rebelled! Inform Her Majesty the Queen!"

A hoarse cry echoed through the iron walls of Camelot.

Although there have long been signs that Noknare has been preparing troops outside Camelot City, it is still incredible to see this scene now.

Britain has been at peace for two thousand years since the Queen launched the Winter War to establish a unified country. No goblin thought that war would really happen to them.

There was no smoke, no vision, not even the continuous drizzle. On such an ordinary morning, which was no different from usual, under the brilliant sunshine, the rebellion took place.

The fang goblins guarding the city came to their senses at the reminder of the queen knight. With the sound of machine guns, the city gate was closed with tightened chains, and countless arrow clusters were released from the city wall.

However, the number of coalition forces far exceeded the expectations of the defending goblins.

Tens of thousands of people outside the city stepped on the ground with hundreds of thousands of feet, and the city walls seemed to be pulsing with tremors. The military formation that maintained the charging formation could not be called fast, but it was a dense mass of darkness. Two teams on the left and right were approaching Camelot City. , the arrows were just a drop in the bucket for such an army, and most of them were blown away by a gust of evil wind before they even got close to them.

That was Noknare's fairy realm. Although leaving Edinburgh had reduced her abilities, it was still extremely easy for her to cover this army.

Noknare was riding a white horse alone at the front of the army, looking at the white jade city wall so close at hand, her eyes brightened.

boom!

The next moment, an exaggerated deep pit was sunk into the city wall in front of her. The cut surface was smooth, and there were wisps of white smoke rising from the remnants of high temperature in the depression.

But Nokenalei still couldn't help but click her tongue, because she clearly saw that the traces she had just left were eliminated in the next moment like going back in time.

"really."

She sighed lightly and showed a look of "as expected".

She had heard from Artoria's companions long before the expedition that the walls of Camelot retained the style of Onik, with roots of thousand-year-old oak trees mixed between the solid marbles. Even if they were destroyed with magic or swords, If you go to chop and chisel, as long as it is not instantly ground into powder without even particles, it will be regenerated immediately.

She reined in the reins, and the war horse hovered in front of the city wall. The recovered fairy realm turned to defense and tore apart the dense arrows.

She was about to give the order when the beautiful sunlight shining directly on her cheek was suddenly shrouded in a shadow.

The continuous arrows stopped at this moment, and an air current stronger than her fairy realm was pressed down from the sky.

Before Noknare could see clearly what it was, a flash of blue light exploded in front of her eyes.

Clang!

The fairy realm that had been protecting the central military formation was shattered with the fall of Noknare.

"I actually survived the attack. Is it because of this weird ether?"

It was a clear voice with no hint of joy or anger.

"I didn't expect that the most elegant knight in the entire Fairy Kingdom turned out to be just a rat who likes to sneak attacks." Noknare stood up from the ground and looked at the beautiful blue fairy hovering in front of her.

There was a faint bloodstain on her face. The bloodstain followed the armor she was wearing. Blood beads overflowed from her exposed skin, but her mount was not so lucky. The white war horse was cut in half lengthwise. , the incision was scorched by the high-heat magic and not even a trace of blood could flow out.

The elf Lancelot's eyes hidden under his visor narrowed, and the next blue light came one after another, and the lake-colored light blade rubbed the air out of the sound barrier. This time Noknare saw clearly the movement of the elf Lancelot, but she did not have the confidence to block it.

Facing the strongest person in the Fairy Kingdom, Nokenale didn't have the thought of "Huh? I'll fight the Fairy Orchid?", but she could only raise her arms to block the door in front of her.

Fortunately, the sword did not fall on her.