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

"Yes, please use your power to your fullest! Only in this way can you be worthy of being the ruler of Britain!"

boom!

The fire suddenly appeared and the smoke dispersed.

As soon as the approaching goblin approached, blood suddenly burst out from his chest, and he lay on his back on the ground.

"No, there is no need to return to the throne, because you are no longer qualified."

Following this voice, another person leisurely walked out of the secret passage, followed by more than a dozen fully armed knights. He walked to the position where Woodworth collapsed and raised his arms. The large embroidered robe slipped off, revealing the small pistol in his hand.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Four gunshots were fired in a row, and the metal bullet, which was deadly poison to goblins, pierced Woodworth's body. Suddenly, the body that had been breathing slightly before stopped heaving with blood.

"Spriggan! You actually killed the clerk! Are you planning to rebel like Noknare?" The goblin in the audience screamed, but when Spriggan pointed the black hole of the gun at him He also stopped talking.

At this time, Sprigan turned the gun back and pointed it at Morgan.

Morgan was not surprised at all: "You must be the one who leads the way for Woodworth."

"of course."

"Are you tired of living for too long, Woodworth? Today, you actually actively desire to be shattered." Morgan's King's Chosen Staff lit up with fluorescence.

Although he was pushed off the Amyrlin by Woodworth, it was enough for Morgan to still have one finger to deal with these guys.

"Speaking of which, you may not believe it, but in fact, it was Woodworth who found me and asked me to bring him to you, and I actually picked up this child in Gloucester."

As Spriggan opened his mouth, the knight behind him walked to the front carrying a limp pale girl.

The light on Morgan's Staff of King's Choice stopped, but at this moment, two knights were approaching at high speed behind her.

But Morgan just stared ahead at the girl who was held like a doll in the knight's hands.

"...Bavanshi..."

This was Morgan's soft cry.

puff!

This is the sound of a long sword piercing flesh.

Morgan is too strong, so strong that I can't even arrange a reasonable way to die. I can only use plot killing like the original plot.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 482: Your Pilgrimage is Worthy of the Name of the Savior

boom!

Morgan's body fell to the ground, and the Staff of King's Choice, which had never left her hand for a moment, slipped to the distance due to her body's weakness, at the feet of the fairies.

And with this muffled sound, the goblins who had been silent in the audience once again burst into noise.

"What should we do? What should we do! Didn't you say that Noknare is rebellious? Now it's Spriggan who is rebellious!"

"Has Spriggan become the king? No, no, His Majesty Morgan seems to be still alive."

"Her left hand is still moving...but if only her left hand can move, it won't be able to quell the rebellion, right?"

"Wait a minute, what should we do? Do you want to help His Majesty return the throne? What if she can resolve the dispute?"

"I don't want it, it's bloody and dirty."

Spriggan did not take action. The fifteen knights he brought were all his belongings after escaping from the great disaster in Gloucester. If even two or three of these high-level goblins in front of him tried to stop him, his knights would probably be reduced by more than half.

It's not cost-effective.

At this time, Spriggan was looking at the projection screen. It was a magical item called the Magic Ritual, and it would not cease to function just because Morgan fell. At this time, the resistance coalition forces that had been dispersed in the screen began to gather again because of the disappearance of Morgan's clone.

'It's almost time. '

Spriggan was thinking, and as if to confirm his idea, a faint sound was heard in the air.

"……?"

At first it was just a few hallucinatory meaningless phrases, but after that the sounds began to become coherent.

"can you hear?"

"I am Aurora, leader of the Wind Clan. I hope this voice can reach all the fairies living in Britain."

That was the sound that spread into every corner of Camelot City with the blowing wind. It was the voice of the wind fairy Aurora. Aurora's consistent gentle style made these noisy superior fairies under the Amyrlin Seat willing to listen. she talks

"There is a group of brave fairies currently fighting in Camelot to defeat His Majesty Morgan. Your Majesty is a great man who has been guarding our Britain for two thousand years. There must be no fairies who do not respect her, right?"

"but……"

"Although His Majesty has been kind to me, there is one thing that I cannot ignore."

"Everyone who is fighting in Camelot, please listen to me. This is all a conspiracy of a certain woman. According to legend, the savior Ash who saved the fairies in the fairy calendar is not a fairy in Britain, but a fairy from a different world. The fairies from paradise are here to destroy our enemies."

"Her purpose was to dominate the British Isles. To this end, she caused several disasters. The disaster Jormungandr, the sky disaster, under Londinion's command, destroyed the city and killed many people. King Uther of Britain appears."

"The reason why Britain no longer expands and why humans are no longer allowed to be used effectively is all because of the savior Ash. Spriggan and I have been enduring humiliation and finally found out the truth about Ash."

"That's right, the witch who burned our precious World Tree without permission to resurrect us and enslaved us is Queen Morgan, and Queen Morgan is Ash."

"She is by no means worthy of admiration."

"So, all residents of Britain, please ask yourself, who should we defeat? Who should we owe allegiance to?"

Listening to the righteous declaration in the wind, the corners of Sprigan's eyes slightly curved, but he still muttered with concern: "This is not good. Aurora's method of fanning the flames is beyond my expectation."

At this time, he was already keenly aware of the expressions of the goblins who were still hesitating about who would win and who would help, and suddenly changed their expressions after hearing the words "Paradise Goblin".

What exactly are the Fairies in Paradise?

Spriggan didn't know, but that didn't stop him from realizing that his strategy had succeeded.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and under his proud gaze, he watched the goblins under Morgan's command throwing things at Morgan.

But this smile didn't last long before it was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Sprigan turned around suddenly, raised his pistol and pointed it at the palace door that had been pushed out a gap.

This was the first time the palace doors of Camelot were opened after the rebellion. The light from the smoke and fire outside the door shone through the crack of the door into the main hall behind the door. Previously, both he and Woodworth had taken the secret passage to the palace.

He squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden bright light, but after seeing the person clearly, Sprigan lowered his raised hand, but did not put down the gun immediately.

"It's you... No, what are you doing here? Didn't you agree with Noknare that she would take over the Amyrlin?"

Tick.

There was no answer, only the sound of blood dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground.

"Wait!" Sprigan raised the pistol again and his expression became panicked: "Wait! I have an impression of you, I think of you! I saw you in Vault City! Stop! Don't go up again. Come on, otherwise I don’t care if you are a companion of a foreign magician!”

There was still no answer, but the footsteps were still approaching. From the slow and suppressed anger at the beginning, to the almost unconcealable speed at this time.

boom!

Gunshots rang out. But the next moment there was a crisp sound, and the bullet was shattered into pieces.

"What are you still doing! Come on! Stop him! Don't let him get close to Morgan!"

Spriggan screamed and commanded his knights.

just.

Boom!

The first knight had his head chopped off as he approached, and his headless body fell to the ground.

Then came the second and third.

He didn't see any movement clearly, but in the blink of an eye, there was no one around Spriggan.

However, the footsteps are still approaching.

"Wait...wait! In fact, I am a human -"

Without giving Spriggan any chance to speak, he swung the sword again cleanly, a flash of cold light passed through his head, and accurately cut off his head.

His movements were so fast that by the time he had done all this, the surrounding goblins had barely reacted.

But it was too late, because the lonely sword-holding figure did not go towards Morgan who fell under the Amyrlin Seat, but approached another goblin. The goblin swallowed his saliva, but tried to speak:

"Are you a companion of the Son of Prophecy?"

brush!

The cold light disappeared, and the goblin bowed his head.

There was no answer, his purpose was just to kill all the goblins present.

……

The palace seemed to be burning, and everything in the field of vision was red.

Hey!

The blood stained in front of Morgan's eyes slid down her cheeks and fell to the ground. Among the splashes of blood, it was her blood. She had not shed blood for an unknown period of time.

She lay on the ground, feeling the passage of life. What echoed in his ears was the ridicule of the goblins.

Those noisy, disgusting voices belonging to goblins echoed in her ears, and Morgan's eyes gradually closed.

Failed.

When he heard Aurora's wind speed, Morgan realized that he had lost.

Somehow, even though she had never planned to save the goblins, she still felt regretful.

Da da.

Only the sound of blood splashing on the ground was particularly clear.

But why two sounds?

Hey.

This time, Morgan heard clearly the heavy footsteps echoing in the hall. Then, the hearing that had been eliminated miraculously regained consciousness, and the sounds from the outside world faintly reached her ears.

"What's going on? Who are you!"

"Where are the guards! Where are the guards!"

"Wait! We surrender! We-"

The sound of the goblin's fleeing footsteps, the scolding that pretended to be calm, the humble begging for mercy, and the final sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

After this, all the sounds in the main hall completely disappeared at this time, only the crackling sound of flames burning.

The warm liquid splashed on her face, causing Morgan's closed eyes to open with difficulty.

The vision was covered with a layer of blood, just like the city of Camelot burning with flames.

Her eyes were only opened a slit, and she could only vaguely see a silhouette.

It was a pair of straight legs standing in front of her.

"Your Majesty Morgan, your luck will get worse if you keep a straight face."

The legs bent down, the knife handle hit the ground, and she saw a blurry face.

With her back to the light source, she should not be able to see the facial features clearly. Just out of a mysterious feeling, or just a fantasy before her death, she thought it was him who came.

"……You're back……"

Somehow, Morgan found the strength to speak.

The crackling sounds of burning flames and the creaking sounds of broken beams were intertwined together, adding a layer of background to the sudden silence.

"Ah."

Hearing the sound, Morgan's dim eyes lit up again at this moment. She found the strength to sit up and squeezed the wound on her body, but there was no more blood flowing there.

"I thought you wouldn't come back..."

"If you don't keep me with you for two thousand years, I won't leave."

Both of them ignored the situation at this time and talked as if there was no one in the hall that was about to collapse.

Morgan raised his palm, and his cold fingertips touched the wrinkled face, drawing shocking bloody streaks.