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

At this point in the story, according to the oral fairy tale, the gods should have fulfilled the wishes of the six fairies. However, the mural showed another scene.

In the mural, the continent is dissected, showing its lower half submerged in the ocean. That was the body of Cornunnos.

"Because he was deceived, the god drank the poisoned wine and died."

"The six fairies obtained the god's body and used it as a new continent."

"The crying animals that were left behind were also used with great care. Because there was only one human being, the shrine maiden of the gods, they were torn into pieces and given the miracle of never dying no matter what, they were carefully used and born. New humans have emerged."

"That's how Britain was born, and that's how the mistakes began."

The last few lines of text on the mural are not long, but after reading it, it is almost impossible to breathe. The strong sense of depression and suffocation makes people unconsciously widen their eyes.

"This is this sinful Britain, this is the Britain that Morgan is trying to protect at all costs." Menechelle tilted her head: "The large cave formed on the ground is the tomb of Cornunnos, and the curse that is overflowing now is It is the hatred of Kornunos - unlike the hatred of Jormungandr, the body of Cornunnos has never died, and has always been entangled with the fairies, that is, Mors, as a curse, and humans are made of witches. The deteriorated replica was made so it would not be attacked by Morse."

"So in order to deal with that thing, Morgan..." Artoria thought of Lungodomiad and the annual existence tax.

"Since you knew it already Menechelle, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"I just found out. This is the first time I've heard of this shit - otherwise I wouldn't have given a damn in the world!"

"First time? Haven't you and Morgan been here before?"

"No. Morgan just used my power. She betrayed the mission of the savior. Morgan rang the six pilgrim bells just to gain the power to fight the disaster. She never wanted to complete the tour."

Menechelle took a deep breath and managed to calm down: "If the only thing Cornunnos did wrong was to have a relationship with the goblin."

"This is probably because...Cornunos is the messenger of Paradise who was sent to reprimand the goblins. He appeared on the surface from the beginning to punish the goblins."

"Artoria, do you know?" So Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his attention to Artoria, who seemed to know something deeper.

"I only know a few things. Probably, the so-called pilgrimage is for [sword-making]."

"Forging a sword?"

"Speaking of which..." Matthew frowned and carefully recalled his experience in the Fairy Kingdom: "Indeed, King Arthur's sword that should have appeared did not appear... Why is that..."

But at this moment Menechiel spoke again:

"Okay, there's no time to waste. Noknare probably won't be able to delay it for too long."

"Before I escape Camelot and join you, I asked Oberon to find Nocnare to take charge of the overall situation. But if the enemy is a god, even if she tries her best, it will only be a mosquito bite - whether I want it or not Save Britain, but I am a knight summoned by Ash to help the Fairy of Paradise complete its tour. The top priority is Artoria, we should move forward."

Thanks to book friend 20220421174513008 for the reward

I will briefly mention the memories of winter, autumn, and summer, that is, Artoria’s past.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 488: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Fairy in Paradise

After walking for an unknown amount of time in the dark cave with only a single light of fire, a bright light suddenly bloomed in front of my eyes.

At first, the light was only the size of a fingernail, but as they got closer, the light continued to amplify, and finally completely drove away the darkness. Only then did they realize that they had unknowingly walked out of the dark and closed cave.

The soft wind blows against my face, and even the air inhaled into the nasal cavity is so gentle and tranquil. You can hear the crisp chirping full of life everywhere, and all kinds of bright and colorful flowers bloom from the grassland in front of you. Flying towards a distance that is beyond the reach of sight, the most surprising thing is that the sky here is as light blue as the history of mankind. Whenever the wind blows the petals, the flying pink adds a touch of color to the blue sky. Very magnificent.

"This is the land of paradise. There is no evil in the inner sea of ​​stars." Menechelle was also slightly shocked by the scenery in front of him, but he quickly recovered from his surprise and turned around. Looking at Artoria: "I don't know what to do next, but as a paradise fairy, you should know, right?"

"Yeah." Arturia looked towards the top of the hill in the distance. There was the only place where there were no flowers in bloom, and there was only a flat stone platform in the middle of the grass.

Altria had seen that place in the projection of the Bone Bell during her pilgrimage. It was the place where she had drawn the Sword of Selection in the history of pan-humanity. At this moment, just by looking at that place, Altria could faintly feel the call coming from afar.

"I'm afraid I'm going there." Arturia pointed to the stone platform in the distance. Fujimaru Ritsuka looked in the direction of Artoria's finger, but the only place where no flowers bloomed and the stone platform pressed on the grass looked like an altar no matter how you looked at it.

Thinking of this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. And as if to make her affirm this idea, "Fufu" lying on her shoulder once again made a voice at this time: "The altar is indeed the destination. Although it is very close, there will be a gap in the middle. There are many levels, and all the records of the Paradise Fairy so far will be embodied as obstacles, which is the settlement of the Paradise Fairy from its birth to the present."

"A short journey from the beginning of the cold and cruel [winter] to the end of the joyful and warm [spring]."

"Wait a minute, will forging a sword have an impact on Artoria?" Fujimaru Ritsuka almost blurted out, while Artoria looked at it with a rather surprised expression, but Fujimaru Ritsuka understood that. The meaning of the expression is definitely not "Why did you have such an idea", or "Is sword-making such a terrible thing?", but "How did you know".

"Since you have all raised this issue, I will point it out directly." On the other side, Menechelle did not show any surprise at all.

This reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka of the other party's sudden change of subject when he was looking at the mural. Could it be that at that time he——

"You will die." Menechelle said with absolute certainty: "The Paradise Fairy will turn his soul into a sword. For the Paradise Fairy, this is a journey with no return."

"So, Arturia -" Menechelle stared at the latter's eyes, taking a dominant position in his momentum. He asked the question for the second time: "Are you really ready?"

And being stared at by those eyes that were as bright as the sunset but not gentle, the words that were already on Artoria's lips were somehow stuck in her throat, and she was unable to make any sound.

She was suddenly shaken, and she remembered the reason why she gritted her teeth and persisted in the tour.

"You don't want to save the goblins of Britain. They deserve their demise. Your dream and the reason why you persevered all the way was never to become a child of the prophecy, but to—" Menechelle raised her hand and pointed to the side. : "Go back to the world of pan-human history with them to see me over there, and that dream is just around the corner. But if you choose to complete the tour, you will never be able to see me over there again."

"Yes." Artoria lowered her head, and suddenly she showed an embarrassed smile: "Compared to the survival of the goblins, I want to see him."

"Since it's so painful, just run away."

"But it can't be done, because this tour is not just for me. In order to be able to stand here, countless companions have died along the way." Arturia raised her head, and her smile was clearly visible at this time. In front of everyone, I felt bitter, hesitant, hesitant, painful, and hesitant, but there was no happiness that should appear most: "Boggart, Grim, Gareth, the elf Menechelle, and the ones who are still fighting Noknare and her goblins did not die for my dream, but for the Children of the Prophecy and for Britain."

"So what's your choice?"

Artoria was silent as two contradictory choices were presented to her at the same time. If Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't raised the issue, if Menechelle hadn't analyzed the issue so clearly, she would have been able to use her best trick of pretending to be stupid and deceive herself until the end.

"Since you can't choose, then let me help you choose." Menechelle held Artoria's shoulders, his eyes met hers, and then said word by word: "You have fought hard. Thanks to you, we can see the illusory hope, so give up the dream, go to hell, and play the hope of the child of prophecy until the end.”

Arturia looked into those eyes, and suddenly the curve of the corners of her mouth was lowered, but the negative emotions in her smile were subsequently reduced, and there was finally a more sincere smile in her eyes.

"Okay." She nodded vigorously, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed: "Thank you."

"what?"

"Thank you for making the choice for me." Arturia shook her head. As she lowered and raised her head, her smile became extremely bright: "However, although you are the same person, you are indeed not the Menechelle I know. Woolen cloth."

Artoria turned her head and looked at the two girls who had been silent since the beginning.

"Let's go, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, this is the last tour."

As she spoke, she took the lead and ran towards the hill. Her steps became faster and faster, and no one reacted until she had run several meters away.

Because, Altria's figure suddenly faded on the hill, as if it fell into a ripple, and the girl disappeared out of thin air.

On the endless hills without any shelter, Arturia was the only figure missing.

"Varied……"

"Gone?"

Menechelle was a little surprised, but before he could get closer, the sound of salsa came from the surroundings again. His eyes immediately turned to the direction where the sound came from. The dark monster shadow jumped out from the side, and the black curse dripping from its body caused all the flowers and plants stained on its body to wither.

Morse!

"Why is there Morse in Paradise!"

Menechelle was in a daze due to the sudden change. The Morse had already rushed toward him. Before he could draw his sword in time, he raised his arm to block it.

Clang!

After blocking Morse's attack with one hand, Menechel drew his sword with the other hand and stabbed Morse in the head. The sword turned and threw Mors out. At this time, more and more Mors appeared.

"This is……"

Menechelle frowned, and a stream of memories suddenly flashed through his mind.

"I drifted into a small village. Because I wasn't allowed to have my own things, I had to sleep in a stable and help the goblin who took me in to raise horses. Because I didn't have cotton shoes, three of my toes were frozen off on a winter night. .

From that clip, he made a judgment.

"...It's a memory from Arturia's childhood."

"Mr. Menechelle, are you okay?" Matthew then forced back the goblin who was approaching her. Her concerned eyes fell on Menechelle's arm that was bitten by Morse. But Menechelle's skin was not even worn under the cracked leather armor, and a black cold glow could be vaguely seen fading from under the skin.

"fine?"

Menechelle didn't notice Matthew's gaze. He looked around and looked at the sudden appearance of Morse.

"These mors probably come from Artoria's memories."

"I'm afraid, this is the final test of the tour. If we don't defeat all these guys, Artoria will always be immersed in memories."

"I understand." Matthew understood immediately. She set up a shield to withstand the tide of Morse, and then let Menechelle hold the sword.

And as one Morse fell one after another, more and more memory fragments flowed into his mind.

He was immersed in those unpleasant memories and forgot to restrain the strength in his hands.

With the cooperation of him and Matthew, the Mors were quickly eliminated. And only in the next moment, Artoria appeared again the next second after Morse's body exploded into dust.

She rubbed her head and looked confused: "It seems like I had a dream - what's wrong with you?"

Arturia seemed completely unaware of what had just happened.

Menachere lowered his head. For his own considerations, he concealed the truth: "Nothing, keep going."

Thanks to book friend 20230402150925797 for the reward

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 489: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Memories of Spring

The painful price at the end gave this short mountain climbing journey a sad background, and the closer we got to the top of the mountain, the more depressed the atmosphere became.

Artoria's memories were covered in hypocrisy and cold gray. The goblin who took her in had forced her to do things she didn't want to do since she could remember. She didn't even dare to ask for her favorite hair accessories out of fear. It was confiscated, and until the end, the villagers were still plotting to sell Artoria to the Queen's Army in exchange for greater value.

This made Menechelle think that even if Artoria knew the truth about forging the sword, she would not make the same choice as Ash. Artoria had never felt a sense of belonging to this land.

Mashu's eyes clearly showed a look of unbearability. She wanted to call out to Artoria, but she murmured a few times and did not speak. At this time, Artoria had disappeared again.

Mashu set up a shield and protected Fujimaru Ritsuka and Menechelle behind him.

"I'm afraid this is the last test." Menechelle assessed the distance to the altar on the top of the mountain and made a judgment: "The obstacles that appear this time may be related to the pilgrimage."

In the first three memory manifestations, Artoria's entire life from her birth to her journey has been displayed in front of them. The next one should be the memory of the tour.

——Is it Jörmungandr, Gareth, or Arturia herself dressed up.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also stared ahead with full vigilance, waiting for the appearance of the same black Morse as before.

The little white beast curled up into a ball on her shoulder and rubbed against Fujimaru Ritsuka, and an elegant male voice sounded in her ears:

"Don't worry too much, that kind of bad thing will stop at [Memory of Summer]. [Memory of Spring] is purely composed of happy things in the hearts of the fairies in Paradise. So... the enemy that may appear is a huge delicacy Sort of like that. All in all, it’s probably a fairly easy obstacle to pass.”

salsa.

The grass made a sound of being crushed. Unlike the twisted black monsters that jumped out of the bushes in the past, this time the sound came from the altar on the top of the hill.

Click, click.

The sound of armor clashing came from afar, and then directly in front of them, a figure stood there openly. The broad armor and the broad-bladed sword as high as a person completely blocked the sun's rays.

Ma Xiu, who was standing at the front, was the first to see the person clearly. Even without looking at the face, the weapon alone was enough to identify the person: "That is..."

"Hey..." Fujimaru Ritsuka quietly approached the little white beast on his shoulder: "Didn't you say it would be easy?"

Fufu's mouth opened, looking frightened.

The big sword fell to the ground, and the sword edge sank into the soil. The man came with bare hands. Different from the memories that had been manifested in the past, he was not just a blurry black outline of Morse's shadow. His facial features, hair, eye color, and even armor The colors are no different from the original.

"It's Mr. Saber Menechelle!"

Mashu raised his shield upwards, but quickly deflected it to the side. The defense had no effect on the enemy in front of him.

However, Saber Menechelle did not attack as soon as she saw her, unlike previous memory embodiments.

Clang!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was heard, and at some point a pale figure had already approached the opponent sideways, with a cold light piercing the opponent's throat.

But the sword struck the old man who had raised his arm, and the blade penetrated the armor and penetrated the flesh. However, the arm suddenly tightened its muscles and turned around to grab the sword. But Menechelle reacted very quickly and immediately let go, but before he could make any other move, he had already received a solid kick in the chest.

boom!

The excessive force caused him to fly forward, the soft armor on his chest exploded, and he rolled to the ground several times before he came to an awkward stop.

"Ok?"