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

The strong wind created by the collision of magic power and magic power blew the tips of Noknare's hair into chaos. Before the light blade fell on Noknare's face, it was stopped by a Japanese sword from the side.

"Senko Muramasa."

The elf Lancelot looked sideways at the red-haired man who inserted himself between her and Noknare from the side, and the corners of her mouth turned down. She looked around and didn't see Arturia.

"It seems that the Son of Prophecy is not here."

Although she said this, the fairy Lancelot quietly breathed a sigh of relief - she did not want to face the son of prophecy. But I don’t have so many worries about Chiko Muramasa.

The stiffness between the two sides was only temporary. As the light blade pressed down, the aura of the fairy Lancelot suddenly increased. She maintained a one-handed chopping posture. The hand of Qian Zimura, who was in contact with her arm blade, was suppressed. It started to tremble a little bit as it went down.

With the crackling sound, Qian Zicun was dodging and retreating amid the fragments of the sword blade. However, the elf knight, relying on its high mobility advantage, would not let him go so easily. The flashing sword body chased after him. This was too familiar. The position made Chiko Muramasa's eyes twitch.

He clenched his left hand again, and pulled out a knight's sword out of thin air to block in front of him, but this time he didn't even last a second before being cut by the rotating blue lake light. The light blade pierced into Chiko Muramasa's shoulder, and the exploding magic turbulence almost tore his left arm into pieces, but he stopped retreating at this moment, and the huge force on his shoulder made Chiko Muramasa's upper body lean back - so he simply fell back.

The fairy Lancelot immediately adjusted his posture, turning lightly in the air like a dancer, with the light blade on his right arm stuck on the shoulder of Senko Muramasa, and blue light emerged from his left hand again and rushed straight towards the throat of the man under him.

The blade failed to fall, and the strangely flowing air in front of him caused the blade to turn and block him before it slashed. The next moment, the gun blade collided with the sword body, causing harsh friction. Among the scattered sparks, the demon Lancelot's magic power suddenly weakened.

boom!

This time it was actually the goblin Lancelot who backed away. Her figure turned lightly in mid-air and then hovered in mid-air. The visor disintegrated under her control, revealing the complicated expression underneath.

"Percival..."

She looked down at the white-armored knight who was lifting Qianzi Muramasa up. Her eyes fell on the dazzling half of white hair among the black hair. She pursed her lips several times but failed to make a sound.

boom!

Just in the brief gap of her hesitation, there was an eardrum-tearing explosion from somewhere behind her right, and the city gate on the east side of Camelot was pierced by a beam of blue aurora. The gate, which had lost its restraint, was rushed open the next moment by the coalition soldiers with deafening shouts of killing.

——Is the Child of Prophecy actually here?

The elf Lancelot suddenly realized that Noknare's lead was just a bait to attract her.

The Camelot goblins defending the city lost the barrier of the fortified city and were forced to engage in close combat with the approaching coalition forces. They had an advantage in terms of armor and physical fitness, but only in terms of numbers, hundreds of goblins faced off against the adults. Thousands of soldiers were about to collapse.

"The city of Camelot has been captured!"

"The city of Camelot has been captured!"

"The city of Camelot has been captured."

Three consecutive announcements were heard over and over again among the coalition forces of the King's Clan, each time the volume was louder than the last.

"Elf Knight Lancelot!"

This roar of strong questioning diverted her attention from the other side. Then she watched with horror as Percival raised his pure white spear of choice.

"What are you doing! My work is limited to the Children of Prophecy, Noknare and Chaldea, and you don't-"

"I'm not an exception, it's all the same."

"Whether it is a child of prophecy or a resident of the outside world. Work hard to firmly believe in the right way and help like-minded people! Risk your life to support your companions who have gathered here for the same glorious purpose! This is a knight! This is--I am in the Holy What you and Woodworth taught me!"

"Grow into a knight worthy of the chosen spear, and become a replacement for the prophesied child!"

Being stared at by such sharp eyes, the goblin Lancelot also showed obvious wavering: "Six years ago, once, I'm afraid I used it once against Woodworth. In this way, you have used the selection method twice. If you use the gun again, you have to——"

"It doesn't matter."

Percival responded to the goblin Lancelot without fear.

"The determination and bravery of Knight Gareth, the struggle and fighting of Knight Menechel, the sacrifice and fearlessness of Sage Grim, and the atonement and courage of Lord Boggart all rest on this gun."

"This third shot should have been used in the battle against disaster, but the efforts of my companions allowed me to survive."

"Morgan's defeat is a foregone conclusion. At this time, I will never allow you to stop them. Fairy Knight Lancelot, if at this moment, you still regard yourself as the queen's knight and stand on your own, if you still If you are stubborn, I can only correct your mistake now! I will never forgive you!"

He looked at the determination in his eyes, at the short hair that was still tall and straight even though it was gray, and at the chosen gun that seemed to be burning like the flame of Percival's life.

'Yes, that's the look. '

Listening quietly to Percival's lengthy speech, the goblin Lancelot never had even the slightest intention to attack.

'Even children who are recruited based on dirty thoughts do not need to be tainted in mind and behavior. '

'Percival is such a human being, restraining himself with the most standard knight and growing up with the brightest mentality. And precisely because of this, I don’t want to lose you here. '

The fairy Lancelot's eyes moved downward unconsciously. Suddenly, the light blade under her arm armor suddenly shattered. Without any warning, she rushed straight into the sky.

'It doesn't matter, even without me, His Majesty Morgan can still easily deal with these intruders. '

When she came to her senses, she had already flown into the clouds.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 479 Ash Morgan

There is a helpless existence in the world called love.

Poets sing its praises, common people worship it, and even fairies fear it.

Love is destiny, love is joy, love is death.

People without love (goblins) are happy in a sense, and people with love (goblins) are unfortunate in a sense.

When she was young, she did not understand the meaning and firmly believed that love is very simple. As long as she falls in love with others and is loved by others, she will be happy.

——Sometimes, I also reflect. If I am no longer me, if I am like the other demons of British sin, born unable to feel love and indifferent to love, can I not care about the survival of Britain, can I fulfill my duties well? As a Fairy of Paradise, does my duty mean that I don’t have to part ways with my former companions, and does it mean that I don’t have to walk on this Shura path where my body will be shattered if I’m not careful?

But if she doesn't do this, I'm afraid she won't be her, right?

She indeed felt love. When she drifted down from the paradise, she was taken in by the Rain Fairy and treated like a princess. From that moment on, it was impossible for Ash (Morgan) to ignore his hometown.

Moreover, if the world is allowed to collapse and fall into its destined death, you will also disappear with it, right?

After receiving all the knowledge about herself from the history of pan-humanity, she realized that her encounter with [Sword User] was an extremely accidental event. Even if the parameters changed a little, he and herself would lead to two completely opposite parallels. destiny.

Therefore, just knowing how hard-won this fate is, Qie will cherish it extremely.

Although I don’t want to admit it, but——

'You are indeed one of the reasons why I am willing to die. '

"...Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Your Majesty Morgan!"

Noisy, naturally unpleasant sounds sounded around her, and she easily identified these panicked and uneasy shouts as the so-called superior fairies of the Fairy Kingdom from various clans. Eyelashes trembling slightly, Morgan opened his eyes on the lonely Amyrlin, with his face half-covered by a veil in the dim light.

Her pure and awe-inspiring blue eyes turned around, and all the superior goblins who had been whispering about surrendering immediately stopped talking. There was only a vague repressed breath left in the empty hall.

But after a brief period of silence, unprecedented noise broke out.

"Your Majesty Morgan, the city gate has been captured, and Sir Lancelot, the elf knight, has also fled."

"Your Majesty Morgan, the Son of Prophecy has rang six pilgrim bells and rebelled with the foreign magicians and the northern fairies of Noknare. Ainsel's prophecy has come true."

"Your Majesty Morgan!"

"Your Majesty Morgan..."

There were more annoying sounds, which made Morgan frown in displeasure.

"There's nothing to panic about. It's just something of this magnitude that makes you panic like this."

"It's just nonsense from Ainsel. As long as we get rid of all the children of prophecy and the foreign magicians, the so-called rumors will be self-defeating."

Holding on to the Staff of King's Choice, Morgan stood up from the Amyrlin Throne for the first time. Her expression did not change due to the frequent negative battle reports, and the magic power climbed up in her body.

"They are just stupid people who dare to face me after just one tour."

"Just crush the reptile to death."

and--

You've been out and about for long enough, and it's time to come back.

……

Seeing the azure fairy disappearing with the strong air current, Qian Zimura stared blankly at the monotonous sky and murmured to himself as if in a dream: "Just by arguing...I drove her away!??"

Just now, when he noticed that the goblin seemed to be preparing to go all out, Senko Muramasa was ready to die. However, what happened in front of him was so magical that Senko Muramasa tried his best to He scratched his injured shoulder.

As the driving force behind everything, Percival's hand holding the gun was trembling. He felt the sticky cold sweat on his vest: "Phew, it was successful..."

He looked at Chiko Muramasa, who was dumbfounded, and showed an embarrassed smile. He subconsciously defended the elf Lancelot: "Don't look at Sister... Lancelot like that. In fact, she is a virtuous and kind-hearted person." A kind-hearted woman. As long as you refute her from the front, she will most likely be willing to accept it. I bet on that possibility. "

"No, her situation was not so much refuting, but more like running away after being scolded." As a character who was almost instantly killed by the fairy Lancelot, Chiko Muramasa still found it incredible.

"But that's fine, the plan is basically a success." Thousand Sons Village was looking at the gate of Camelot that had completely fallen. He filtered the opponents one after another in his mind and once again determined that only those who could pose a threat were That left Morgan.

And according to Ainsel's prophecy, it would be enough for Morgan to be handed over to Artoria.

——But, is it really that smooth?

Things went so smoothly that it seemed unreal to Chiko Muramasa. Just as he was in a daze, a chill fell on his forehead.

Subconsciously, Chiba Muramasa raised his head and looked at the sky which was covered with dark clouds.

"It's snowing." Percival stretched out his hand and looked at the slowly melting snowflakes stopped behind his fingertips, feeling a little dazed.

It was clear that the weather was still bright and sunny before the expedition, but now only an hour had passed, and Camelot was actually enveloped by the cold air.

"Hey, Percival—"

Before Qian Zicunzheng could say anything, and before he could even see clearly what was happening in front of him, all his vision was covered by the blue glow falling from the sky. The flash of bright light blinded Qianzi Village, and his hearing was replaced by a tinnitus-like buzzing sound at this time. He could only feel that the air that was so cold just a moment ago was burning his chest like beating sparks at this moment. skin.

Then, before he had time to adapt to the sudden bright light, he only felt a heat in his abdomen, and then his body flew up lightly. Then there was a burning pain in his back, and what followed was A tearing pain emanating from the abdomen and spreading rapidly to all sides.

His body failed to react at all, as if he was completely unaware of the crisis, and he just stood there and was knocked away. It wasn't until Qianzi Muramasa's body hit the ground and rubbed against the ground that the dazzling green light dispersed.

"Senko Muramasa!"

Percival had just regained his vision and saw at a glance that his companion who was standing next to him a moment ago was lying in a deep pit more than ten meters away.

But Percival didn't dare to make the slightest move. He could only hold the holy spear and stare forward.

Right there, there was a figure standing on the snow.

The long black dress is engraved with a few strands of blue edges. The translucent veil and pure blue crown cover most of her face. Her pale blond hair and ice blue lip color match the cold tones of her body. The outfits naturally bring a sense of silence like the most severe winter.

Morgan.

Morgan, Queen of Winter.

But why does Morgan appear here?

Although he had already made up his mind, Percival still felt the pressure coming when he faced the queen who had ruled the Fairy Country for two thousand years. When the other party gave him an indifferent glance, Percival felt that he could hardly breathe. . But Morgan only stayed on him, or to be precise, on his gun for less than a second, and his eyes glanced elsewhere.

She seemed to be looking for something.

Chiko Muramasa?

Percival suddenly remembered that Fujimaru Ritsuka once said that Thousand Sons Village was the warrior who assassinated the Queen.

So, is Morgan here to seek revenge?

Percival moved his steps little by little and moved directly in front of Thousand Sons Village.

His little gesture did not go unnoticed by Morgan, but Morgan was not even interested in taking another look. After looking around, her eyelids drooped.

"Not at the north gate."

"what?"

Percival couldn't hear Morgan's words clearly, but he had to speak. If he continued to be so stiff, Percival felt that he might be driven crazy by the almost solid air.

Morgan didn't answer, and the King's Chosen Staff in her right hand lit up with jade-colored spots.

hum-

A familiar tinnitus sounded, and the gathered magic appeared in beams of light radiating outward like the sun.

He will definitely die.

Percival raised his gun and took a step forward, determination appearing in his eyes.

But being able to hold Morgan back here even for a moment would buy Artoria and Chaldea a little more time.

……

But what Percival didn't know was that battles like his were happening everywhere on the battlefield.

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