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

Roman looked at the images coming from the singularity, and the tension in his heart finally settled down.

In the picture, Matthew, who is holding Avalon in his hands, stands around Archer and does not go anywhere. The white light of the asylum has always ensured that the two will not be infected by the Holy Grail sludge.

He finally had time to pick up the coffee that had already gone cold, but before Roman could take a sip, he caught a glimpse of the black-haired beauty leaning closer to him. Da Vinci was frowning, staring at the fighting Mashu through his glasses without blinking.

"Romani, doesn't that seem strange to you?"

Hearing Da Vinci's words, Roman quickly put down his cup and leaned closer to her to watch the fight with her. However, no matter which angle Roman looked at it from, he still couldn't find the "suspicious points" that Da Vinci mentioned. So he asked directly, "Dear Da Vinci, did you see anything?"

Da Vinci did not speak. She shook her head and kept her eyes fixed on the screen. At this time, Archer had already forced the Shadow of the Holy Grail into a desperate situation. The corrupt miasma that seeped out of the mud was isolated by Avalon held by Mash, and did not affect the two servants at all.

Even Roman couldn't help but suspect that [Matou Zouken] had misjudged Gilgamesh's character - Mash had easily solved the other party's awkward personality by simply saying "Then please allow me to witness the heroic figure of King Gilgamesh", and it was a wrong decision to use Archer as a breakthrough point.

So Roman said jokingly, "Maybe the Demon Pillar Barbatos never expected that the only holy object that could restrain him, Avalon, was not in King Arthur's hands."

"But I always feel that something is wrong. Why did the timeline that was originally normal in Sheba suddenly change at this point in time? Moreover, the time of the soul particle transfer happened to be stuck at the end of the Holy Grail War. Even the spiritual veins that can construct soul particle transfer cannot be used."

The Touki F singularity recorded in Sheba underwent an abnormal change. The space-time that had already completed the foundation of human nature suddenly collapsed and evolved into a scale far exceeding that of the F singularity, forcing Fujimaru Ritsuka to temporarily postpone the exploration of the seventh singularity.

"There's always a tinge of conspiracy involved."

This suspicious behavior, which smelled of a trap everywhere, made Da Vinci extremely alert.

After hearing what Da Vinci said, even Roman felt a little uneasy. He forced a smile and said to comfort himself, "Whether it's a conspiracy or not, we have the upper hand now, right? "All conspiracies and tricks will only appear powerless in the face of an absolute gap in strength." Isn't this what Minachell often says?"

"That's true, but—"

Before Leonardo could finish the second half of the sentence, her pupils dilated as she stared at Sheba, staring in disbelief at the shadow of the Holy Grail pierced by the red magic spiral - on that black mud body that seemed to have condensed all malice and disaster, it suddenly released magic power far exceeding that of before.

The turbulent flow of magical power swept through the entire body of [Matou Zouken], and the disordered waves instantly tore it into pieces.

"Is this... out of control?"

Before Leonardo could answer Roman's naive question, the sky in the picture, which was already so gloomy that only black and red were left, became even darker. The hole that was like a wound, pouring dirty mud onto the earth, instantly expanded to the entire sky.

The endless blood completely engulfed the sky above Dongmu, and the pouring malice finally stopped all potential preparations. The filth like flowing water became solid, and the torn body of [Matou Zouken] gradually merged into this solid-like disaster phenomenon.

Chaos, disorder, corruption and withering.

All kinds of negative magic filled the entire area. Even through a screen, one could clearly feel the despair in the air. This was exactly what was happening.

"The Holy Grail has arrived."

There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, but Da Vinci spoke with certainty.

But if it was just the Holy Grail that descended, why would there be such a huge turbulence of magical power?

In the picture, the black waterfall falling from the sky gradually shrinks, revealing the true appearance of the Holy Grail.

Even though they were prepared, they were still shocked by the Holy Grail in front of them. The entire control room was silent. What appeared in front of everyone was not the traditional cup-shaped Holy Grail, but an indescribable distortion of its origin.

It has human-like limbs but no face, and its entire body is made of dirty mud.

Da Vinci opened her mouth slightly, and she finally knew where the vague uneasiness in her heart came from.

Even if it means giving up his true form, the Demon Pillar Barbatos will throw himself into the Holy Grail and become a part of it.

The black mud gradually calmed down, and the seductive and crazy laughter spread around Liudong Temple.

……

In the center covered by black mud, Menachel had to pay more attention to the battlefield belonging to Mashu.

The sudden surge of magic power over there made him a little uneasy. He was distracted for a moment and Artoria was already close to him. He only fended for a moment before she forced Menechel to retreat.

It is obvious who is stronger, Black Saber, who can use her large-scale lethal Noble Phantasm at will, or the spearman, who, even with the protection of Avalon, is still restricted by the black mud and has lost his weapon and Noble Phantasm.

Several times, Menechel tried to get closer and force the opponent into hand-to-hand combat, but Artoria was able to dodge by using the black mud.

He glanced with some fear at the increasingly dim royal sword in Altria's hand. The other party had not carried out a Noble Phantasm bombardment for some time, and the rich magic power on it had long exceeded the limit of releasing the Noble Phantasm.

So Menechel raised the corners of his mouth, trying to use ridicule to awaken the stubbornness buried in the black mud: "Is King Arthur only capable of running away?"

But the Black King did not respond.

So Menechel continued: "Is it because I am afraid that even if I have no weapons, I will still not be my opponent, which will insult the dignity of the King of Knights?"

Artoria, who was originally concentrating on gathering magic power, seemed to be touched by these words. She raised her half-open eyes slightly and looked at Menachel with an expression that he could not understand.

Altria did not speak, she raised the royal sword in her hand. Menechel subconsciously stepped back a few steps, but the imagined scene of Altria rushing forward again did not come. She slowly raised the royal sword above her head.

The black magic that seemed to devour the surrounding malice surged and finally reached a peak. Artoria closed her eyes and opened them again. She slightly turned her wrist and made a [Chop Down] movement with as much force as possible.

Menechel's pupils gradually shrank as she moved, and terrifying magical power surged in, but he was very clear that the main target of this attack was not him.

Menechel was well aware that Artoria was constantly dealing with him, forcing and luring him to move in a certain direction, moving him further away from the previously wide center of the battle.

He didn't need to turn his head to know what was happening behind him.

Behind him was the direction where Mashu was. As the battlefield continued to shift, Mashu's position was finally included in the attack range of Altria's treasure.

Arturia is forcing Menechel to deal with her Noble Phantasm in this way.

He saw through it and was powerless to stop it.

He stomped his back foot hard on the ground, facing Altria's calm gaze, facing the increasingly surging turbulence of magic power, a dusk-colored glow flowing on his body - he leaned forward and charged.

The blazing light of Avalon almost melted him, but it dispersed the black mud around him. The galloping white knight stretched out his hand in a certain direction.

The degraded Avalon was quickly overloaded by the surging black mud. Black waves hit Menechel again and again, and every part of his body sent out warnings to Menechel, warning him that this was a road to death.

But he ignored his body's instinct and rushed straight towards Black Saber. At this moment, Altria just raised her hand and swung it down with an unquestionable sense of oppression.

The black beam of light that swallowed up the light source rose straight into the sky, and the whistling turbulence of magical power exploded right above the two Servants.

The Noble Phantasm destroyed the originally relatively warm magic layer. The two Servants were right under the explosion. The fine dust and smoke stirred up by the magic explosion enveloped everything around them in a layer of mist.

I don't know which came first, the vibration that almost tore my eardrums or the light pollution that took away my entire field of vision, but when I came to my senses, the first thing I heard was the heavy breathing that became louder and louder.

Warm debris and liquid drops fell on Altria's face. When she saw what they were, her cold eyes showed a little surprise.

It was half a charred arm, which had become stiff and lifeless gray-black, like a corpse that had been sealed in the dust for years. Tiny magic particles peeled off from the charred remains layer by layer and evaporated upwards. The black debris spread along the arm until it spread to half of the body of the Servant in front of him. The hideous charred skin made half of Lancer's face become bloody and his facial features were indistinguishable from the face. Only the heavy breathing from time to time showed that he had not lost consciousness. The dusk color that wrapped around him like a guardian angel and the red glow unique to the Command Spell also completely dissipated at this time, and the forcefully raised durability also fell to the bottom.

Altria looked at the servant in front of her and tugged at the sword in her hand. Large patches of burnt blood made her hand seem as if it was welded to the black royal sword. As she pulled the royal sword, most of his arm fell off.

At the last second before the Noble Phantasm was about to fall, the Servant in front of her grabbed her Royal Sword with bare hands and forcibly changed the direction of the Noble Phantasm. Her Noble Phantasm had just brushed against her face, but at such a close distance, how could the opponent dodge it? Menachere blocked her Noble Phantasm almost at zero distance.

"ended."

Artoria spoke for the first time, and looking at Menechel in front of her, she felt an inexplicable strange feeling growing. She swung her sword to end her old friend's suffering.

The sword blade sank easily into the charred flesh. A faint sound came to her ears. Artoria raised her head slightly and looked in the direction where the sound came from, the direction of Menechel.

It is hard to imagine that those who are struggling to survive in this state can still speak out.

"Finally... I'm here... for the first time..."

Artoria frowned. She couldn't hear the low moan that seemed like an illusion. As if possessed by a ghost, Artoria moved a little closer.

"caught you……"

This time she heard Menechel's voice clearly, and she noticed the light shining on his chest, which was so faint that it was almost negligible.

If her sword had not acted as the refraction point, this ray of Microsoft light would not have attracted her attention at all.

Arturia felt her shoulders sink, and Menechel's head rested on her shoulders.

The wet and heavy touch made Black Saber a little dazed, and there was a hint of dullness in her cold eyes.

Warmth surged up in the place that had just been touched. She seemed to remember something and stretched out the hand that had not held Wang Jian to touch her face.

There was nothing there except wet blood.

But the warmth is extremely real, like a ray of sunlight shining in on a winter afternoon.

She couldn't help but think of the faint light refracted on her royal sword.

But before Altria could sort out her thoughts from the haze, she heard the call of the Holy Grail again.

She tried to push Lancer, who was pressing on her and slowly dissipating into particles, but her hands seemed to be weak and she couldn't exert any strength.

The sour feeling hit her nose again and again. Artoria took two steps back and drew her sword. Along with her movements, Menechel's body fell into the mud.

He slowly raised the royal sword, gathered magic power, and raised it horizontally again towards the direction where Mashu and Archer were.

There will be no spoilers this time.

As the magic power gathered, Altria's brows became more and more furrowed, and the light in the corner of her vision not only did not fade but became even more intense.

——What exactly is that?

Unable to answer.

She simply gave up thinking. Anyway, as long as she found the Holy Grail, everything would be handled in the best way.

The magic power gathered, and the black king sword was stained with a layer of malice. Artoria swung the sword once more, and then - nothing happened.

Altria couldn't believe it. She swung her sword again, but still got no response from the treasure.

She lowered her head and looked at her sword.

The light finally became clear, gradually filling my entire field of vision, and my chaotic brain suddenly became clear:

——Ahh, I see.

The call of the [Holy Grail] came to her ears again, but Altria kept her head down as if she didn't hear it.

There, dreamlike blue and white light and shadow intertwined with each other, tightly wrapping the black king's sword. The light and shadow intertwined and entangled, forming an outline like a scabbard.

——She should have thought of it earlier. Of course, the only thing that can restrain the sword is the scabbard.

Holding the sword, Artoria sat down on the ground dejectedly. The holy light shone on her face, and her overly pale face showed distortion.

She remained motionless, allowing the light of Avalon to envelop her body.

That was the scabbard that Menechel had left behind and given away as a gift.

She cast her eyes towards the person beside her and placed a hand on his face:

"What on earth am I..."

The black mud surged in and swallowed the two of them in an instant.

I am feeling better now, so I can write one chapter

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 143 The Unsolvable Final Echo

A heavy, hot breath that seemed to be spitting out her internal organs hit the back of her hand. Artoria supported her body with the sword, but she was exhausted and her body shook continuously.

Around her were layers of corpses, densely packed together, spread out across the plains of Camlann.

But these corpses lying in all directions were all wearing armor of the same style, and two lions guarded both sides of the round table, forming the unique symbol of Camelot.

"Percival, Kay, Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred..." The voice that was choking with sobs became deeper and deeper as the names were read out one by one. Artoria rested her hands on the hilt of the sword and buried her head in her arms. Her sobs began to grow uncontrollably: "Perhaps I, I really shouldn't be the king..."

In a trance, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

"The weeping Knight King, I thought this was something I could only see in my dreams."

The teasing words accurately reached Artoria's ears. Artoria raised her head little by little, and looked at the person in front of her with tears in her eyes.

"Is it your turn, Minachel... Sir?" Artoria was a little dazed. She shrank her neck like a frightened animal, but was bewitched by the voice in her heart: "Yes, you should come. I failed your expectations. You saved me, but I couldn't save you, and I couldn't save this country either."

"It's more serious than I thought."

Menechel looked at Altria's bloodstained cheek and took a few steps closer, but Altria stepped back cautiously. The girl's golden eyes became cold again as she closed and opened again: "But I won't give up. I will save Britain again in my own way."

"You shouldn't be so tired. You should have a happier future. The root of all tragedies comes from me. I am an immature king."

"I don't understand human nature, so I am not worthy of anyone's protection, even you, Lord Menachere. Just as I cannot give you an accurate answer, I cannot choose between you and Camelot."

At that moment, Menachel saw clearly the expression on the other's face. It was an uncharacteristic gentleness that was incompatible with the Black King's cold temperament.

"I will remember you, but your life should not be buried by someone like me. You deserve a brighter future."

As if she had finally convinced herself, Artoria slowly raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at Menechel.

Menechel scratched his face but did not draw his sword to defend himself. He just moved closer to the black king little by little, with the tip of his sword against his chest.

This overly familiar scene caused Altria's pupils to shrink.

"Don't come over here."

Artoria's voice was trembling, and even the hand holding the sword began to tremble. This almost pleading warning could not stop the man who was approaching forcefully, so Artoria kept backing away.