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

Seeing this, Da Vinci's expression became even uglier. She pounded the cabin with both hands and yelled to Roman: "Romani!"

"Intruders have been brute-forcing the system!"

Clang——!

With a crisp sound, dangerous arcs of electricity flashed on Menechel's body. His body was covered with a layer of blood mist. He swung his greatsword and smashed open the hatch that was blocking his way. The knight's body disappeared on the spot and when he reappeared, he had arrived in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka's cabin. His fist was wrapped in magic power and fell suddenly downwards!

The defensive spell was easily torn apart, and tiny pieces flew everywhere. Menachel turned his fist into a claw, grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's collar and was about to pull the girl out.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move Fujimaru Ritsuka at all. Countless black hands quietly covered Fujimaru Ritsuka's body, covered the girl's mouth and nose, and dragged her into the turbulent flow of spirit particles that had been torn open.

"It looks like it's you!"

Anger burst out in Menechel's eyes. He didn't dare to use the sword or use too much force, for fear of tearing Fujimaru Ritsuka apart. He simply gave up trying to pull Fujimaru Ritsuka out and tried to get into the spirit particle transfer cabin himself.

He didn't know who controlled these black hands, but Menechel had a hunch that this was closely related to his summoning.

The countless hands that were originally tightly wrapped around Fujimaru Ritsuka's body suddenly retreated inward. Before Minachel could react, a black claw as tall as two people stretched out from under Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

Menicher was unable to dodge and could only clasp his hands in front of him to block, but the fierce force still forced Menicher to retreat backwards.

"Jie——!"

A sharp roar sounded, and the fleeting sound waves caused all the surrounding red warning lights to be scrapped with crackling sounds. Minashel, who was originally evenly matched with him, suddenly stiffened and flew backwards uncontrollably.

After driving away the irrelevant personnel, the black claws twisted into the shape of a human hand, grabbed the unconscious Fujimaru Ritsuka around the waist, and pulled him into the crack.

The white light suddenly became brighter, and when it dimmed, only empty cabins were left. The cabins that were forcibly closed were also opened one after another at this time, and the spirit particle transfer system once again returned to the usable green color, but the atmosphere in the control room was as silent as death.

"hateful!"

Roman punched the edge of the operating table. He lowered his head and bit his lower lip tightly, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I should have paid more attention. I should have known that the Humanity Foundation Ex wouldn't be that easy!"

"Romani." Da Vinci walked to Roman's side. She reached out and patted his shoulder gently. "Since the other party did not choose to kill Fujimaru Ritsuka directly, it means that the situation is not developing in the worst direction."

Roman took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. With only solemnity in his eyes, he raised his head and looked at the knight who stood up from the ground: "Menechel, do you have any guesses about that hand?"

Everyone present heard what the other party just shouted, and therefore, Minachell became the last resort to recover Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Ah, well, probably." Compared to the solemn expressions on the faces of the others, Menichel, who was slapped away, showed an awkward expression. He looked around with a complicated look, and the hand holding the sword exerted force several times but finally let go.

The dragon sword exploded and turned into scattered spirit particles. Menachel lowered his head and did not continue speaking.

"Mr. Menechel, you—" Mashu was the first to notice Menechel's abnormality. She looked at Menechel's increasingly transparent body and the golden particles floating from his body, and belatedly asked, "Are you injured?"

"No, the spiritual base is in good condition and the magic power supply is sufficient." Da Vinci immediately denied it. She paused before continuing, "Rather than death, it's more like the spiritual base being repatriated."

Menechel did not speak. He closed his eyes and remained silent until the end.

Watching Minachell disappear completely, Roman's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Da Vinci and said, "Romani, do you think the Spirit Base Storage Room will be invaded as well?"

“It’s hard to say, but even the Magic King shouldn’t be able to invade the Spirit Base Storage Room from a distance.” The series of strange events made Roman lose his composure. After a moment, he still spoke with some concern and ordered a staff member to go and check.

But the heart-wrenching bad news did not stop there.

"Acting Director, the abnormal reaction of the sixth singularity suddenly disappeared." The staff member who spoke observed Sheba's reaction and repeatedly confirmed that he was not mistaken. He swallowed and said with difficulty: "The abnormality of the singularity has completely disappeared just now..."

Roman’s brain exploded and the tinnitus in his ears made him unable to hear any sound. He stood there staring blankly at the red dot on Sheba that was slowly going out, with his mouth open for a long time without being able to speak.

——So, where did Fujimaru Ritsuka go?

This is not an ordinary sixth singularity. Even the timeline is not linear.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 204: The Dream of a Perpetual Empire

2023-07-29

The vast lake surface reflected the rippling waves, and the sunlight, which was not bright but extremely warm, shone through the thick clouds and onto the dark lake surface.

The knight in silver armor embraced the dazzling royal sword with his only remaining arm, but tears flowed from his eyes first.

——Does it have to be abandoned?

A feeling of sadness welled up in his heart. This was natural. This was the last order from the king, the wise King Arthur. As the last knight, how could he disobey the king's will?

However, returning the holy sword would also mean that he would personally end the life of his beloved king.

The surface of the lake was turbulent just like his inner thoughts. The knight named Bedivere bit his lower lip and refused to let go until blood oozed out.

'God, why do you leave such a difficult problem for me to choose?'

Bedivere touched the sword into the lake with trembling hands. The lake water surged onto the golden sword. The knight watched in pain as the sword sank into the sea.

He was the most inconspicuous knight. He had neither the benevolent character of Sir Tristan nor the superb martial arts of Sir Lancelot. In terms of his sincerity to the king, he was ashamed of himself as Sir Gawain.

"As expected, I still can't just sit there and watch the king die like this."

Bedivere lowered his head, tears streaming down his eyes. He grabbed the king's sword and stood up, intending to rush back to the king's side again, but his feet were firmly stuck to the ground.

A hand filled with a dark and ominous aura wrapped around his ankle. The patterned black hand clung to Bedivere's ankle. It had no thickness but it did restrict his movements.

The shadow-like black color spread upward along his ankles and covered his torso in an instant.

Bedivere seemed to have finally realized something, and raised his one sword-holding arm high, but it was ultimately just a drop in the bucket.

Bang——

Wang Jian fell to the ground, and was then dragged into the depths of the forest by several slender black hands.

"Shadow Cutting Magic... Your Highness Morgan, you——"

Facing Bedivere's gaze, a figure slowly walked out of the dense forest, with white hair, red eyes, and a wicked smile on his face.

The woman - it would be more appropriate to call her a girl, her height only reached Bedivere's chest. At this time, the other party was playing with the shining Sword of Promised Victory in one hand, and holding a small brown book in the other hand, and her eyes were never on Bedivere.

"I'm sorry, I just thought Morgan's magic was more convenient so I borrowed it. I'm not her." The girl said as she slammed the book in her hand shut. With a muffled sound, the book exploded out of thin air. She took a few steps closer to Bedivere, controlled the shadow that wrapped around Bedivere's body, and forcefully pried down the other's raised arms.

Bedivere stared at the girl in front of him with his mouth wide open, without blinking, but he could not make the slightest sound.

"Finally, I can touch your hand without standing on tiptoe." The girl put the sword back into Bedivere's palm, and even helped Bedivere hold it tightly with one finger at a time. After doing all this, the girl stepped back half a step obediently, lifted her dress with both hands, bent down and saluted Bedivere: "Don't blame me, I just made the right choice for you."

With a light snap of his fingers, Bedivere's body began to tremble uncontrollably. He turned stiffly towards the lake behind him and jumped in.

The lake water instantly submerged Bedivere's tiny body. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, watching the scene until the lake returned to calm again.

She raised the corners of her lips easily, and the task entrusted to her was successfully solved. She breathed in the slightly damp fresh air in the forest for the first time in a long time, and the girl looked at the half of the sky dyed bright red by the setting sun in the distance, and let out a long breath.

But then she was stunned again, and turned around hesitantly to look at the dark forest behind her.

"Hey?"

……

My body gradually grew colder, my vision became less clear, and the feeling of death was so imminent.

Arthur slowly lowered his head, the golden hair on his forehead blocked his sight, the sounds of birds singing and insects chirping gradually became fainter, only the slight sound of the blood drops from the penetrating wound inflicted by Mordred on his chest falling to the ground was extremely real.

"Royal power is such an incredible thing."

Arthur thought about it, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his bloodstained mouth. He could make father and son turn against each other, and his best friend betray him, but he did not regret pulling out the sword from the stone.

At least, he established a huge kingdom that had never been imagined by his predecessors. At least under his rule, the civilians under the rule of the Kingdom of Camelot would not have to suffer from war.

But it is impossible to say that he has no regrets at all.

"If it's possible, if it's allowed, I really want Camelot to continue forever."

The seeds of ambition took root in the dying body, but could not absorb the nutrients to sprout. Bedivere had returned the holy sword, and now his body had entered the final countdown of life.

"I can help you realize your wish."

Suddenly, a strong golden color was reflected in front of his eyes. Even if he closed his eyes, he could not block out the light and heat from the light. The sound was extremely clear, as if it was transmitted directly into Arthur's mind.

Arthur was not angry at all even though his eternal sleep was disturbed. He opened his eyes and in the light and shadow he could only see a small figure squatting in front of him.

——Is it a child who accidentally entered the battlefield?

Thinking of this, Arthur's eyes were full of tenderness. He tried to speak hoarsely to comfort the child in front of him, but a cold finger was pressed against his lips.

"You are always so patient with strangers."

This time he really heard the familiar voice he had been thinking about day and night. A warm feeling passed through his fingers and spread throughout his body. The chill of death instantly subsided and his vision focused again.

"You are……"

He saw the girl in front of him clearly, but his pupils began to tremble.

"Long time no see, dear King Arthur." She squatted in front of Arthur, one hand tangled in her silver hair, her wine-red eyes staring at the dying man in front of her with a smile: "It's strange, isn't it? The person you killed appeared alive in front of you."

"Sartishu... Sir..."

"I can fulfill your wish and make Camelot a long-lasting prosperous country." She stared at the king in front of her who was strangled by the throat and could not utter a word.

Arthur's face turned red due to difficulty breathing. The girl admired the scene in front of her. The arm she was pinching was flashing with a faint fluorescent light.

"But I have to take something...your life, how about that?"

The arm strengthened by magic suddenly exerted force, and Arthur's body gradually stopped struggling, until he finally stopped breathing completely.

The girl watched this scene calmly and was speechless for a long time.

"You won't mind, will you?"

She loosened her hand, and Arthur, breathless, slowly fell to the side.

“You won’t mind.” Minako closed her eyes, then stood up and spoke to herself, “This is what you want me to keep even at your own expense…your desire.”

The Sixth Singularity: The Old Empire

Humanity Foundation Ex (?)

The Sixth Singularity Has Been Completely Revamped

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 205: The Cursed Contract

2023-07-29

"Well……"

She opened her eyes blearily, took a breath but was choked by the dust in the air and started coughing. However, she felt waves of unbearable pain as soon as she moved her body a little.

——Solve the singularity!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind flashed with her responsibilities. The girl gritted her teeth, reached out to hold the edge of the hard bed, and tried to support her body.

The wooden pillars painted with vermilion made crisp sounds like firewood cracking. Through the shabby wooden door that was not closed tightly, Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to glimpse the scenery outside the house. Under the delicate rain curtain, the sky seemed to be covered with a hazy color.

She frowned and sorted out her memories before she fell into a coma. She only remembered that she was in the Spiritual Base Transfer Chamber, and then -

——Then there was a memory gap.

Looking around, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not find the figure of the reliable junior she was familiar with. She gently pressed the magic gift made by Leonardo da Vinci on her chest. No matter how much magic power she injected, she could not get in touch with Chaldea.

"As expected, there was an error in the soul particle transfer."

Ritsuka Fujimaru walked out of the empty house, holding on to the wall, and estimated the worst-case scenario, thinking that she might be the only one left in this singularity.

Tremendous pressure surged into Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart, a panic that had not occurred for a long time. However, the experience accumulated from the strategies of several singularities in a row made Fujimaru Ritsuka know what to do next.

First understand the background of the times, and then find the helpers summoned by the suppressive force.

She walked to the door, looked at the rain in the distance, and barely discerned the road ahead. This was a forest-like area, with lush old trees of varying heights surrounding the house where Fujimaru Ritsuka was staying, almost occupying all the open space around it. The heavy cumulonimbus clouds did not allow a single ray of sunlight to penetrate, and the oppressive sky made it impossible to tell the weather at the moment.

The cool wind rushed into her dry throat, causing Fujimaru Ritsuka to cough again. She involuntarily exerted a little more force on the hand that was holding the wooden door, and the already dilapidated wooden door made a "creaking" shaking sound. Finally, under the combined effects of the cold wind and Fujimaru Ritsuka, the old wooden door was pulled down.

Suddenly losing her support, Fujimaru Ritsuka fell forward involuntarily, but at the moment before she fell to the ground, her shoulders were supported by two hands... but not completely.

"Hey?"

A small scream was heard in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears, and then she fell to the ground, but the warm and soft body in front of her blocked most of the impact for her.

"Um, I'm so sorry!"

Enduring the severe pain in her body, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly climbed up from the girl under her, and she kept bowing and apologizing.

"Ah, no, I should be the one apologizing...it was obviously my fault that I failed to support you."

The female voice was ethereal and soft, reminiscent of a cat curled up in a ball in the summer. Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head and quietly looked at the girl in front of him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The petite girl, who was so pretty that she looked like a doll, matched her long dress, which was not glamorous but still beautiful. In particular, the pair of small pointed ears hiding under the silver-white hair with a slightly reddish color added a mysterious color to the girl in front of him. However, such a beautiful girl was wrapped in her dull light gray robe.