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

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Chapter 480 Morgan Ash

The inner city of Camelot, the royal capital.

Along the straight Central Avenue, you can see the magnificent castle reaching into the sky. However, the white snow accumulated on the road has already reached the ankles of ordinary people, but such thick snow suddenly disappeared at the end of the road, in front of a deep arc-shaped concave pit.

Masu stood in front of everyone with her shield. In such a cold weather, wisps of white mist liquefied as the hot air met the cold floated on her armor and even on the shield. And in a position slightly behind Mash, there was Artoria, who was leaning on the staff of choice to barely keep her standing posture. The previously dazzling magic layer on her body disappeared due to the lack of magic power. Even without saying it clearly, it can be seen that they had experienced a hard battle before this.

The fine stones in the pit rose up and rolled down among the loose stones, and then a figure in a black dress raised its head from the pit.

Blood flowed down her cheeks with her movement.

Mashu's body tensed up, his pupils trembled with shock, and even his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

"Queen Morgan, after enduring such a level of attack, she still..."

Arturia also tightened her staff of selection uneasily. In the battle just now, she had indeed tried her best without reservation.

She bit her lip and looked at Morgan, who was obviously at a disadvantage but held his head high under the pit. Only then did Artoria notice the gaping hole in Morgan's chest, from which no blood had flowed out.

"No, wait. She can't fight anymore."

As if to confirm Artoria's words, pale golden magic light spots began to disintegrate upward from her lower body, and her voice was vague but conclusive: "Artoria, the child of prophecy, ring the second bell. You should have understood by then, but you didn’t stop patrolling.”

In the blooming golden light, Morgan's blurred face was still looking at Artoria: "So, compared to the strange Britain, you chose the so-called right. Can I understand it this way?"

Being stared at by those calm eyes that contained no emotion at all, Artoria still dragged her body forward even though she was reluctant, and met Morgan's gaze with an aura that was no less impressive than Morgan's: "Of course not!"

"It was precisely because you gave up your mission that I was born - I also imagined forgetting the identity of the son of the prophecy. However, someone placed high hopes on me that I had never imagined. In order to live up to that person even before death, As long as he still believes in me, I will grit my teeth and keep working hard until now.”

"I keep running, just to catch up with the self who has high hopes for me."

"If you fulfill your mission seriously, then the girl doesn't have to be a king!"

"Become a king, become a king..." Morgan muttered and fell into a brief silence. At this moment, the decomposition of her body had spread to her face.

"Magician from a foreign country, like this, [I] will also reach my limit just like the king of the Lostbelt who lost to you." I finished this sentence as if just to explain my last words. After that, she looked at Artoria again.

"But you are still a young child of prophecy. Even after the pilgrimage, you are still too foolish to see your own destiny clearly."

Her voice was crushed by the cold air and disappeared into the scattered snowflakes along with the golden dust.

"Hey -" Matthew opened his mouth in surprise.

"What -" Da Vinci also showed a look of disbelief.

Matthew explored the place where Morgan disappeared and swallowed his saliva: "Queen Morgan's spiritual power has been eliminated. There is no doubt that that, senior, is really..."

"Did you really defeat Morgan?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked the question that Mash wanted to ask.

"She is indeed ridiculously strong, and her spiritual power is comparable to that of Altria, who has undergone six pilgrimages. We cannot continue to fight." Da Vinci said, his expression of disbelief becoming more and more intense: "But, but Morgan didn't even show us anything about Longomyniad, and the truth about the Fairy Kingdom is also the same."

Although he won, he couldn't feel any sense of solidity after defeating the final boss. According to Da Vinci's senses, even at the previous British Singularity, he completely lost track of the seven followers he summoned. Morgan, who controls the history of pan-humanity, showed more backhand in his final struggle than the Winter Queen in front of him.

"Perhaps, it's probably because, as far as the evil queen is concerned, she is a bit disappointing... She honestly appeared in front of us and chose the battlefield on the street in order to prevent the palace from being stained with blood. The battle was always open and aboveboard. Arturia showed an unspeakably complicated expression: "Obviously I am still on guard against what kind of more earth-shattering thing she might do——"

Before Artoria could finish her words, with a bang, a line of white smoke exploded next to Artoria, and along with this white smoke, a hand stretched out from it and pressed on Artoria. Tolia's side.

Already in the battle just now, Artoria had lost most of her physical strength. If this hand were to attack at this time, Artoria would at least suffer heavy damage.

However, that hand only pressed on Artoria's shoulder, and then pushed her away fiercely.

"...You idiot, Artoria!"

"--Why?"

In the flash of lightning, Artoria quickly saw the figure who pushed her away: "Oberon?"

In an instant, a pure white beam of light fell from the sky, grazing Artoria's body and shrouding Oberon in it.

The strong heat flow pushed away the surrounding air, blowing Arturia and Leonardo da Vinci and Mash away from the surrounding area.

"You have an excellent companion. This is the only thing that can rival me, Artoria." The voice came slowly from top to bottom, accompanied by dozens of sound of breaking through the air, in Artoria In his eyes that suddenly widened, dozens of identical figures cut through the clouds and landed on the ground.

"Morgan..."

The sound of breathing suddenly stopped at this moment. Not only Artoria, but everyone present looked forward in disbelief.

There, Morgan, who had clearly been determined to have his spiritual energy dissipated, was now landing on the ground unscathed. If that were the case, Chaldea would not be so desperate. What really makes one's scalp numb is that there is more than one Morgan falling from the sky. Each of the dozens of figures has the same appearance as Morgan, and even the spiritual base values ​​​​shown are the same. No matter which way you look at it, it's Morgan.

"Surprised?"

"Don't you think it's over if you just defeat one of me?"

"If this is the case, then I should also reflect on whether my education is too lax and whether I have governed the Fairy Kingdom too peacefully."

"As a magician, of course, you can create as many [clones that are equal to the original body] as you want."

In the smoke and dust, Morgan, standing at the front, lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth maliciously, and looked at the people in front of him with a look of complete disdain.

"Become a king, young girl. The king's crown is a symbol of status and will make you superior to others."

"It's an honor, but it's also a warning."

Chapter 481 Tori Rico Avalon Le Fay

It was a sudden storm, and the stage curtain fell abruptly.

The queen's figure appeared in the sky above Camelot, moving through the snow clouds one after another, burning the ground mercilessly.

Even if she wants to retreat, the road she came from is already a wall. Even if she escapes into a building, the queen will burn her city and the rebels together, pull out the reptiles trying to hide one by one and crush them to death.

Desperate resistance has no effect on the queen, there is only one-sided killing. The roar of the attack turned into screams of retreat at this moment, but they couldn't even retreat. The magic bombing without blind spots and countless clones with similar strength to the queen turned Camelot into a monster. In the Death Realm, even if there is an occasional powerful goblin, he will be set on fire by the clone that falls from the clouds, just like the son of prophecy.

"Hahahaha! Look at that shameful appearance! The rebels are running away!"

"This is the punishment for a mere low-level goblin who dares to enter Camelot! Look, he's still begging for help in shame even after his escape route is blocked!"

The goblins gathered under the Amyrlin Throne, who were fearful a moment ago, were already discussing the matter of surrender. At this moment, they were watching the projection of the battlefield and couldn't help laughing happily and wantonly. Of course, occasionally there will be some complaints because one's own property is affected, but they are not worth mentioning among the more applause.

"There is no longer a threat from the Son of Prophecy." Morgan, who was still on the Amyrlin Seat, just stood up but did not go down the stairs, looked at the light screen, her expression was not disturbed by the fairies around her, she surveyed the overall situation and finally turned her gaze Falling on the battlefield outside Camelot City: "Hmph, Thousand Sons Muramasa is quite difficult to deal with, so let's add five more."

She did not blame the noisy goblins around her. On the contrary, she seemed to be caught up in the pleasure of slaughtering the goblins wantonly.

——Qiang!

However, at this moment, an inappropriate sound of gold and iron clashing sounded in the empty hall.

This sound made all the goblins look away from the light screen for a short time, and everyone's eyes were forced to focus on the place where the sound came from, the horse-faced and toothed goblin wearing bronze armor, Queen Knight Meldik.

"...Queen...Your Majesty..."

Facing so many eyes, the Tooth Fairy's voice was trembling when she spoke, but it was not because of the nervousness of making a mistake. It was more like the last words he finally said after exerting all his strength.

Just after making such a weak sound, Meldik's body fell straight forward, revealing the exaggerated blood hole on his back.

boom!

The sound of bronze armor hitting the ground extinguished all enthusiasm.

"What...what happened? His Majesty's attendant, Knight Meldik, fell down?"

"Merdik is His Majesty's bodyguard, right! That's not an ordinary knight, how could he be so easy-"

Before the latter could finish his words, he was interrupted by a hoarse voice.

"...Worship, let's..."

"...kneel down, please..."

"...Guardian of Britain..."

Every goblin who heard this voice fell silent, because the words it spoke were exactly the words they heard spoken by the knight Meldik when they met with the queen every day.

But the subsequent words changed subtly.

"...I am waiting for you, Master of the Fang Clan..."

A puddle of rotten flesh - this word couldn't be more appropriate to describe it, crawled out from behind Meldik. The smell of corruption was mixed with the thick smell of blood, the fur was dyed black by the curse, and there was only one left But his eyes were filled with ominous purple light. As soon as it appeared, it immediately caused uneasiness among all the fairies present. They called for guards, but the guards did not dare to step forward due to fear.

But among the panic in the whole hall, only Morgan remained indifferent.

"It's you, Woodworth, you're still alive."

Even with this appearance, Morgan could still discern some shadows of Woodworth in the dirty fur and withered muscles.

Although she didn't show it on her face, she couldn't help but say a few more words:

"Did you use an underground passage to escape? I told you this during the Battle of Morse, right? It's a shame you can remember what happened more than a thousand years ago."

And that pile of rotten flesh let out a low and miserable smile of "Kukukuku": "Of course... To be on the safe side, you only told me...I don't dare to forget it even for a moment..."

"But, Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" The rotten meat carrying Woodworth's consciousness suddenly became excited, and even the gasps in his voice became less frequent: "Please tell me, Your Majesty - why didn't you send me reinforcements? Why did you let the Fang Clan and I die without saving us? What is your purpose in sending me to attack Londinion!"

"Londinion...reinforcements? I sent reinforcements, but they all look like you, a bunch of useless waste. As for the purpose, didn't Lancelot tell you? The Son of Prophecy is only secondary. , you have to hide it in..."

"-Ahh-ah--" Woodworth suddenly screamed, and his prostrate body suddenly stood upright.

Everything Beryl said is true! That bastard didn't cheat on him! Morgan really—

"——Mo, Gen——"

"—Morgan—!"

He rushed forward wildly, and fell on Morgan at the moment when Morgan only had time to raise his hand.

The ferocious and twisted wolf's face no longer looked as obedient as before. It was as if the cold shadow crawling out of the dead made Woodworth, who was already withered by the curse, look a little hysterical.

Although he had already had this hunch when Woodworth asked the question, when he actually faced it——

Morgan's eyes narrowed, but the magic that had been condensed in her hands dissipated at the last moment. She considered Woodworth's body at this time and failed to repel the dog she raised from her body.

However, Woodworth's vigorous pounce was beyond Morgan's calculation, and she was pushed down from the Amyrlin by the huge force.

But Woodworth didn't stop there.

"Kill you, kill you!"

"How dare you use the two thousand years of loyalty of my Fang clan and my one thousand years of loyalty as a laughing stock!"

"You have no love! There is no love at all! Witch! You are not a queen at all!"

"Fuck, die, die, die, die!"

"I am...the one who should be the king of Britain!"

He tore Morgan's body apart step by step, even if it was a candle in the wind, even if he woke up with only half of his body left for some reason, his power was still the pinnacle of Britain. Under the influence of the curse, Woodworth The blows on Morgan's body seemed to let out all the anger.

But his overstretched body still dragged him back. Blood dripped from his mouth and dripped onto Morgan's body as he coughed. The fist that was about to fall subconsciously covered his mouth.

Just this moment of hesitation allowed Morgan to find an opportunity.

Morgan raised one hand, and under Woodworth's frightened eyes that turned dark purple due to the curse, no magic was produced, and touched his forehead.

"The eyes were bloodshot and really ugly."

Woodworth's pupils shrank, and his movements that were about to resist became stiff.

"Morgan..."

"However, young hero. Even so, your hair is still beautiful."

"His Majesty……"

"How could it be possible? How could I-"

Woodworth suddenly trembled and staggered away.

"If you don't tell me, I won't understand -"

He felt the temperature on his cheek, it was just a mysterious feeling.

"No, please don't touch me, Your Majesty! My body is full of Morse's poison..."

Woodworth twitched, trying to stand up, but eventually collapsed to the ground.

At this time, finally the first goblin dared to speak out:

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, as long as you are safe and sound - please return to the Amyrlin, the rebels are still there."

"You don't need to say anything." But his words only earned Morgan a scolding. She leaned on the Staff of King's Choice and propped herself up, but her tone hesitated again: "The Amyrlin...help me back to the Amyrlin."