The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 135 The Unsolved Prelude to the Finale

Her voice became hoarse from the excessive shouting, but even so, Artoria refused to stop.Her dark blue pupils were bloodshot, and the great sadness of abandoning the guardian with her own hands beat Artoria's heart over and over again,

Finally, the golden light shone on the king sword she held again, but unlike the crusade against Caster, this time the magic power of the holy gold did not bring people a sense of peace of mind, it was purely caused by Artoria's will to revenge. Under the interpretation of the surrounding hell-like scenery, the born attack left only the purest destructive power.

The turbulent black fluid seemed to ignore this scene, they were tumbling and jumping happily, and wrapped Irisviel's body that had just sunk in front of Artoria like a provocation.

The white-haired young woman was powerless to resist, her body sank slowly like falling into a swamp, and the black filth covered her body little by little, until finally, only a pair of red eyes were left to look back at Al, who couldn't help trembling. Toria, her lips parted to say something more, but only black ripples remained.

The long-awaited Noble Phantasm was finally fully charged. At this time, Artoria's eyes were fixed on the black figure, and a layer of dark red magic power was draped over her shoulders like a coat.

"Excalibur!"

Almost impatiently, the torrent of holy golden magic power wrapped in the dark red shell roared and charged forward, while the slender black figure did not dodge or dodge, and did not even call for defensive tentacles.

Under Artoria's gaze, the golden beam of magic power engulfed the target in an instant, but the expected scene of the magic group being detonated did not happen. Artoria couldn't help but widen her eyes, and the anger in her eyes was gradually overwhelmed. consternation replaced.

From her point of view, the slender black figure passed through the golden light like a false phantom. The beam of light that lost its target collapsed and was surrounded by layers of black chains piercing from the shadow, gathering and disappearing. Obliterated, even a ray of brilliance failed to bloom.

Artoria couldn't believe her eyes, the treasure she was so proud of didn't even have the effect of repelling, but soon she didn't have the time to think about it—she only felt that her feet As soon as it sank, something invisible was trying to pull her down.

It was only then that Artoria realized that her body was covered with black fluid before she knew it, and the fluid spit bubbles upward from time to time, no matter how much Artoria struggled, she couldn't get out of the quagmire. More and more black mud twisted and climbed up her legs, covered her armor, gauntlets, and finally drowned the always shining king sword.

Arturia's body sank deeper and deeper, and a sense of powerlessness exploded from the bottom of her heart, quickly permeating her whole body, and the power flowed out from the black mud covering her body like running water.

A faint red radiance shone around Artoria's body - it was supported by Emiya Kiritsugu's Command Seal, but unlike the immediate effect in the past, this time the Command Seal only gave Artoria a little strength , Almost exhausting all her strength, Arturia desperately raised the hand holding Wang Jian, but the greater attraction pulled her body, making it difficult for her to move.

As if she had "fed" the other party with the attack just now, the black shadow was unusually quiet at this time, and did not stop it in the slightest, just watching Artoria obediently with those two red dots that looked like eyes, It's like a predator watching its prey in a dying struggle.

Until the silent death, until the darkness completely swallowed the light wheel, until Artoria's golden hair completely disappeared.

The deep quagmire finally had some ripples, and the black shadow standing above the quagmire maintained a silent posture.

【Arrival, insufficient】

[Difference, three...two]

The thin black figure gradually swelled outwards, its body color gradually changed from black to red, and finally evolved into the purest white.

Large expanses of black filth accompanied [it]'s silent transformation, spreading towards the city bit by bit as if breaking away from gravity.

Unknown ravings lingered over the forest that was originally the stronghold of Einzbern, and everything in sight distorted and collapsed, and finally completely merged into the black quagmire, becoming a part of malice.

So, back to calm.

……

All the light and heat are cut off, the past and the future are blocked, and only the real sense of falling is always accompanied by the body.

But at a certain moment, Arturia did feel her body fall to the ground.

Compared with falling from the abyss, this gentle strength is more like the dust that was slapped off by Menechel after rolling on the grass, making people feel no pain.

Like being reflected in a mirror, Artoria saw another self, no, it was closer to another self than the reflection.

She watched herself pull out the king sword, she watched herself establish the capital of Wangling, she watched herself build the holy city, she watched knights from all directions come to join her.

The territory was recovered, the traitors were suppressed, and the glory was restored.

Ahhh, that was exactly her ideal life. She looked at the knights of the round table around her, she looked at the civilians who lined the road to welcome her, and she looked at a peaceful hometown.

For some reason, the tip of her nose suddenly became sore, and she faintly realized something.

In the next moment, all the illusions were shattered, and the smell of blood and rust came to the face.

Arturia stood on the dilapidated and lifeless barren hill, watching the burning flames from a distance, the bloody spear in her hand was dripping with fresh blood drop by drop.

- finally came back here
Her own voice sounded in her ears, and when she turned her head, she saw a knight in red and white armor.

"Master Mordred. You are not qualified to be king."

"Who cares about that? Arthur! In your heart, what do you think of Menechel as a tool that you can throw away after you use it? A fool who can throw it away at any time? He is not a traitor. You know this better than anyone else, right? Obviously, Menechel once respected you so much!"

"You are King Arthur of Britain, isn't it very easy for you to justify his name!"

Heart-piercing crying and heart-wrenching questioning devoured Artoria's inner defense bit by bit.

She backed away in horror, but Mordred approached step by step until her chest touched Arturia's spear, but even so, Mordred didn't pause at all: "Yes , you are King Arthur of Britain, and the eternal evil he has borne is nothing compared to what you have saved!"

"Justify the name of a dead traitor and make the truth known to the public. How to maintain the dignity and status of the king?"

Arturia shook her head, the calmness on her face was shattered by the panic, she was extremely pale, her hair was messed up, stained with blood or some other liquid, it turned black .

In front of him, Mordred's face was gradually distorted, and that face that was similar to hers had completely turned into another her. A mocking and contemptuous smile appeared on the face of "Artoria":
"Then I ask you—"

"——between the stability of the country and Menechel, which one do you want!"

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