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

It hurts, it hurts so much, it’s unbearable.

But the swallowing did not stop.

The left arm twists and devours the left arm.

The black keys that were in sight were torn apart by the sudden and violent turbulence of magical power.

The left eye is destroyed and swallowed.

The Violator's Oath operated madly, converting the magic power brought by the devoured body into nutrients, and his strength, agility, and even endurance were temporarily forcibly increased to unobservable levels.

He felt his life slipping away, and he abandoned the magic power of the present world and transformed it into magic power for victory. His existence would only last for a moment.

But one swing of the sword was enough.

Swing a sword!

Thick blood condensed on his remaining right arm and transformed into a brutal blood-red demon sword.

Take a step forward!

His left leg couldn't withstand the surging magic power and collapsed into black dust.

Step two!

The right leg stepped on the ground, making a roar like thunder, the ground sank, and the right leg twisted and exploded.

The blood-red magic sword was raised, and in an instant, Menechel's hair became dry.

The magic power pushed by the explosion pushed Menechel towards the target and the statue behind the target.

The blood sword was raised, and it was impossible to tell which happened first, the falling of the sword or the explosion.

The dazzling white light spread out from the statue to the surrounding area, the atmosphere wailed, and the space was constantly shaking. It was an overwhelming collision of magic power that almost made people vomit.

Magic, sound, light. The afterglow of pure white swallowed up everything around him, and everything turned into blank at this moment.

The erupting magic power filled the ground, the air, and even every corner of the Sky Garden, trying to destroy it. With its terrible power, it dissolved the world, made it boil, and ravaged it.

……

When he woke up from the chaos again, Amakusa Shiro could not feel his body - it was only the awakening of consciousness but not the awakening of the body. Everything in front of his eyes was black.

A cool feeling came, but unfortunately, Amakusa Shiro couldn't tell what it was at this time.

[Master, I'm sorry, you're not dead yet]

The words appeared directly in Amakusa Shiro's mind, as he had already lost his hearing at this time.

The miracle called the causal line allowed him to continue communicating even when he was dying.

Even without vision, Amakusa Shiro could still roughly guess his current posture - he was probably lying in Assassin's arms with his knees resting on his head, right?

"Assassin, you should make a wish."

The first thing Amakusa Shiro said was that he cared about the wishes of his servants.

[My wish is to see a look of despair on your face]

"Is that so? Unfortunately, I'm afraid your wish won't come true."

Assassin gently caressed Amakusa Shiro in his arms. At this moment, the man's body was charred black and even his human features could not be discerned. Of course, it was impossible to discern the expression of such a person.

Even though the transfer spell was used, and even though the target of that sword was not Amakusa Shiro, the residual power alone was enough to burn Amakusa Shiro like this.

[That’s true]

Assassin showed a gentle expression on her face, but she did not hear any reply from Amakusa Shiro for a long time. She used her hand to block the place where the person in her arms might be facing.

She did not tell Amakusa Shiro that Black Saber's third sword was actually aimed at her. The wound was shallow and extended from her forehead to her chest. Not even much blood flowed out, but this sword undoubtedly shattered her soul core.

Even though Amakusa Shiro took the initiative to block Black Saber's sword, and even though she was hiding behind the Holy Grail from beginning to end, both Amakusa Shiro's body and the Holy Grail were regarded as her [Defense].

The light-hued magic spread upwards, and Assassin's body became lighter and lighter. She gently stroked the person in her arms.

——If I had known this would happen, I would have let me block the sword for you.

“…What a pity.”

What a pity.

It's a pity to let him die here.

However, it is human nature to fall asleep with regrets. At least Amakusa Shiro Tokisada did not embark on the journey with regrets, but with hope.

Looking blankly at the slightly purple sky, Assassin thought that this would be fine. As she spoke, the palace, which had reached its limit, began to collapse. Broken beams fell down. She did not dodge, but just held the person in her arms.

Smoke and dust covered everything, and the rising dust emitted a light blue halo under the morning sun, as if telling the final chapter of some mythical war.

This chapter doesn't have the feeling I want. I haven't felt it's good since 7:30. The general idea is that Mina charges her sword by devouring her own body in exchange for her ability to move.

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Chapter 191 Finale: The crack is where the light comes in

The warm golden sun enveloped Gold's body, making him immersed in peace and tranquility.

The fat uncle woke up suddenly. He looked around subconsciously and was surprised to find that he was in a golden ocean. The space was so vast that there was no end in sight. There was no left or right, no up or down, and one could not even feel the passage of time. It seemed like an independent space beyond the timeline.

——Where is this place?

Gold blinked and subconsciously became alert. At the end of his memory, he and Fiore were affected by the residual power of Saber's last sword, and the last thing they saw was a blazing white light that was so bright that it seemed to assimilate the entire world.

——I see, this is the world of the dead.

Gold smiled bitterly, and he understood: Yes, even if he had not been killed by Saber's magic external force that did not distinguish between friend and foe, he would not have been able to leave Assassin's garden, and the final result would have been nothing more than the collapse of the Sky Garden and he would have fallen to the ground and become "Gold-chan".

But he had no regrets. His revenge was achieved, and people like him lost the reason to continue living.

Thinking of this, Gold looked up again, and this time he looked around unscrupulously.

But when he glanced around and his gaze returned to the front again, he saw a figure in front of him.

Although he was not wearing armor and had a head full of white hair, the familiar face and the mocking expression on his face allowed Gold to quickly recognize the other person's identity.

"Saber!"

Seeing his Servant again, Gold's eyes felt a little sour. He half-jokingly said, "Could it be that I have ascended to the Throne of Heroes?"

"If that's the case, the magician who summoned you will definitely be so angry that he will make you commit suicide." Menachel raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he sat down cross-legged: "This is the interior of the Holy Grail. We have won the final victory."

After a pause, Menechel frowned again, a rare look of embarrassment on his face. He continued, "Because my state of touching the Holy Grail was rather special, I made a wish before you came over..."

It's more than just a special state. When Menechel touched the Holy Grail, his spiritual foundation had already been shattered. If the Holy Grail hadn't temporarily pieced his consciousness together, Menechel wouldn't even be able to make a wish.

"I don't know what your wish is, but considering that you participated in the subsequent Holy Grail ceremony for revenge, I decided for you - to invalidate the wish made by Amakusa Shiro."

Gold couldn't help but find it funny to hear such childish remarks. He didn't have any wish that had to be placed on the Holy Grail, but after listening to Menechel's words, Gold was speechless and had other ideas at the same time.

"And what is your wish?"

Although Menechel had already given up the opportunity to make a wish in this Holy Grail War, isn't this a rare win-win situation?

"My wish?" Menechel raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then the slight arc of his mouth quickly widened. This time it was not a mocking sneer that seemed to be contemptuous. Menechel showed a hearty smile: "I let the Holy Grail protect you so that you can survive. After all, I have lost that ability."

"you?"

Gold opened his mouth and looked at Menechel in disbelief. He was speechless for a long time.

"Didn't I tell you that I have countless chances to fulfill my wishes, but you, my friend, only have one life. Even if we may never meet again in the foreseeable future, even if I will forget you the next time we meet, I still hope you can live." Menechel stroked his chin with a hint of pride in his voice. "That's why the Holy Grail allowed me to bring you in to take care of your affairs. I can use one wish as two wishes. I'm really making a fortune."

Gold gritted his teeth to prevent the moisture in his eyes from flowing out.

Be it getting lost, occupying his sofa, or blocking him in the toilet, these annoying things that you think about will not happen again in the distant future, which really makes people feel nostalgic.

As if he could see Gold's reluctance, Minachell took the initiative to say, "So Gold, do you know what I want to tell you?"

Looking directly into Gold's red eyes, Menichelle continued, "You have another question for me."

Gold's expression showed some hesitation, and countless questions emerged and disappeared from his mind. Finally, he clenched his fists, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again: "Saber, in your heart, can someone like me, who is full of defects, also become a knight?"

Menechel was not at all surprised by Gold's question. He looked at Gold with an expression of "As expected". Or, considering how much he valued his ancestor's knight's medal, it would be strange if he didn't ask this question.

Gold lowered his head for a long time without receiving a response. He raised his head half in confusion and half in anxiety, only to see that Menechel had restrained the smile on his face and stretched out one hand and clenched it tightly.

"I, Menechel, Grand Duke of Lihe, am hereby crowned."

Gold slowly spread out his palms, as if he had guessed something. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and even his breathing became slow and weak.

"Gold Mujik Yugdomirenya is conferred the title of Knight of Justice. In the name of a warrior, I grant you courage. In the name of the Father, I grant you justice. In the name of the Virgin, I grant you the love to protect the innocent—"

It was a scene like in a dream. Gold's face turned red with excitement. Menechel slowly spread out his palms, revealing the knight's medal held in his palms - that was the knight's medal belonging to Gold himself.

Gold stretched out his hand to take it, but Menechel raised his hand to avoid Gold's hand. Facing Gold's puzzled expression, Menechel smiled slightly and changed the subject: "--None of the above qualities are necessary! In the name of the First Knight of Europe, I grant you the courage to face your own incompetence, the mind to tolerate your own shortcomings, and the capacity to face your own shortcomings."

Menechel stood up and put the knight's medal that belonged to Gold on his chest.

"Gold, from today on, you can hold your chest high and proudly call yourself a knight." He patted Gold's shoulder and said as if to encourage his junior: "Don't think too much. These flaws are like imperfect cracks on imperfect humans. Everyone has cracks, including me and you. It's not shameful. On the contrary, it's where the light shines in."

Unable to hold back the tears in his eyes any longer, Gold's vision went blurry. He looked at the blurry figure in front of him, and his voice began to choke.

“Saber…” He felt the strong hand on his shoulder, and tried to raise the corners of his mouth, grinning an extremely ugly smile: “It’s really, really great to meet you!”

……

The consciousness sank and floated in the darkness, and at a certain moment it floated up rapidly due to the violent shaking.

"Great, Uncle Gold, you're finally awake."

Listening to the words of the female junior, Gold subconsciously wanted to sit up, but the severe pain and burning sensation in his body made Gold immediately give up the idea. The pain was real and severe, but this was normal.

He looked around blankly, but he couldn't find the familiar figure in the ruins. He raised his right hand to check, and found that the traces of the Command Seal on the back of his hand had completely disappeared.

"That's too far-fetched. No matter how hard you try, there's no way Saber will survive."

His palms dropped limply.

"So what happened just now was just a dream?"

But when his palm touched his chest, he suddenly felt something cold and foreign. Gold slowly lowered his head, his pupils dilated, and reflected in his pupils, which were gradually gaining color, a medal composed of blue and white stripes quietly lying on his chest.

(End of this chapter)

Postscript: Gold's Diary

Postscript: Gold's Diary

Perhaps everyone will have such an idea.

If only I were smarter and learned more magic tricks.

If I were stronger, I would be qualified to stand by his side.

If I were braver, I would finish speaking all the words that I had rehearsed countless times in my mind.

If I hadn't chosen that, would the story be less regrettable? Is it only in reality that there are so many tortures? Am I the only one who feels so powerless?

So the man named Gold dodged in dreams and put himself into other people's stories.

He opened the book of the Three Kingdoms and dreamed that he became Kong Ming. The fire in Yiling did not start, the wind in Wuzhangyuan was not so cold, Ji Han became great again, and under the command of the former lord, Han Liu was revived again. People in the Central Plains lived and worked in peace and contentment. I retired to Nanyang and worked in the fields with my family.

He opened the legend of King Arthur and dreamed that he had become Menechal. This time he was no longer stubborn, no longer an unpopular villain, and no longer had to live in exile in the darkness. This time he walked in the sunshine, with his friends, his sister, and his redemption.

In the dream, the oppressed gladiators gained freedom, the apprentices shared the responsibilities of their masters, Romania guarded the city gates, and the traveling students sat around their teachers and shared their experiences along the way.

He always escapes and he always messes up, so he admires the heroes who bring him victory and seeks escape in virtual stories, but the stories here still have regrets.

The Flame of Yiling happened, the First Knight grew old, the rebellious child was ultimately unable to grasp the shadow of his master, the gladiator's rebellion was suppressed, and the Centaur was unable to wait for his apprentices and listen to them with a smile as they talked about what they had seen and heard along the way.

Gold closed his notebook, his eyes fell on the Knight's Medal on his left hand. His face was reflected on the shined medal, helpless yet relieved.

There are regrets both in virtual and real life, but those things he regrets are exactly what he loves.

——The source of entanglement will eventually disappear, but the journey will continue.

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