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

Chapter 144 The Unsolvable Final Echo

The heavy, fiery breath that seemed to be spitting out her internal organs hit the back of her hand. Arturia supported her body with the sword in her hand, but she was exhausted after all, and her body kept shaking.

All around her were corpses, layer after layer, densely packed, flat on the plains of Camlann.

But these corpses lying here and there were all wearing uniform armor, and two male lions guarded both sides of the round table, forming the unique symbol of Camelot.

"Persival, Kay, Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred..." The choked voice became deeper and deeper as each name was called out, and Artoria leaned on the hilt of her sword with both hands to hold her head. Buried in his arms, the sobs began to expand uncontrollably: "Maybe I, I really shouldn't be king..."

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching.

"Crying King of Knights, I thought this was something only I could see in my dreams."

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

"Is it your turn, Menechel... Qing?" Arturia was a little dazed, she shrank her neck like a frightened little animal, but was bewitched by the voice that rose from the bottom of her heart: "Yes You should have come, I failed your expectations, you saved me, but I failed to save you, and I also failed to save this country."

"It's more serious than I thought."

Menechel looked at Artoria's blood-stained cheeks, and took a few steps closer, but Artoria stepped back vigilantly, and the girl's golden eyes became cold again as they closed and opened: "But , I will not give up, I will save Britain in my own way."

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

"I don't understand people's hearts, and I'm not worthy of everyone's protection. Even you, Sir Menechel, just as I can't give you an accurate answer, I can't choose between you and Camelot."

At that moment, Menechel could clearly see the expression on the other party's face, which was uncharacteristically gentle and incompatible with the Black King's icy temperament.

"I will remember you, but your life shouldn't be buried in people like me. You should have a brighter future."

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

Menechel scratched his face, but he didn't draw his sword to defend. He just approached the black king little by little, and the tip of the sword touched his chest.

This overly familiar scene made Artoria's pupils shrink.

"Don't come here."

Arturia's voice trembled, and even the hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling. This almost begging warning couldn't stop the man approaching forcefully, so Artoria kept backing away.

"Don't come near me again."

Menechel ignored it, he stretched out his hand to wrap Artoria's back of the head, and buried her head in his chest.

"Have you talked enough about yourself?"

Menechel rarely showed a tough side to Artoria, he pressed Artoria's head.

"Indeed, the Arturia I know is not glamorous. She will act impulsively, pretend to be calm, and can't even control her own emotions. She is not glamorous, but she will reach out to ordinary people in the mud .”

The struggle of Artoria's head in Menechel's arms gradually slowed down, and a cold touch suddenly came from her earlobe.

"Back to you."

Raising her head, what she saw was a gorgeous scabbard composed of intersecting blue and white, which was exactly the gift she had given out.

Arturia took it subconsciously, and her emotions became visibly depressed.

"Don't think too much, I'm just here to pull you ashore." Menechel let go of the hand covering the back of Artoria's head, and he stepped back to pull Artoria from his body again. Released from the arms.

It was only at this moment that Artoria noticed that the corpses piled up under her body had unknowingly decayed into a black fluid, and at this moment she was in the center of this thick, black mud-like fluid.

At this moment, Avalon's brilliance exuded a twilight-like brilliance, and this unglamorous light blocked the curses around her.

Menechel stood upright in the turbulent black mud, but the waves made of mud passed through his body, and there was no trace of black remaining on his body.He was watching Arturia calmly, and Artoria was also watching him.

The girl's muddy golden pupils finally had some color.

"Does he, Menechel, think so too?"

She looked at the man who had the same appearance as Menechel, and the golden light emanating from his body connected to the scabbard in his hand. She thought it was Avalon.

"That's what I thought."

Menechel didn't show any surprise, he curled the corners of his mouth, the black mud quickly faded away under the erosion of the brilliance of his body, and Artoria stepped forward again amidst the cold malice, Menechel stretched out With one hand, Artoria also handed out the scabbard in her hand at the same time, grasping both sides of the scabbard with both hands, Minechel pulled the girl out of the turbidity with a little force, just like she did to her back then. He handed out the bread.

He once picked up a bunch of sunshine, and now that dusk has come, he came here to return it to the sun.

The raging mud stopped at this moment.

"As for your complaint just now, I have one thing to say - your choice has never been antagonistic to me... and I can't say the same, if those fools in Camelot dared to choose another king against your will , I'll get rid of that fake and all the idiots."

He's just not very strong anymore, and he hasn't reached the point where he can be bullied.

"Then—what if it's my will?"

"Then there is no other way, I have no choice but to run away with you." Minechel sat down, his body began to fade.

"Even if I can't recognize my heart until the end of my life?"

"Then I'll just keep waiting. No one can stay graceful all the time. One day your heart will be flustered, happy, and shy. At that time, I'll take advantage of it."

Seeing the smile on Menechel's mouth, Arturia also showed a long-lost quiet smile.

"It sounds more like a curse than a promise, but it seems to be pretty good." Artoria also sat down, and she felt the call from the outside world.

The ceremony of the Holy Grail is over, and her body made of magic power is about to dissipate, but her consciousness is still clear.

Perhaps Arturia should have thought that she was not a Servant in the traditional sense the moment she realized that she could not transform into a spirit body.

Since it was her fault——

She looked at Menechel, who had been blurred to the point of being unrecognizable: "Do you mind if I find you later?"

……

Just listening to it will make people feel dazzled by the sharp laughter coming from the clay doll without facial features, as if it is an echo from hell.

"This is... the Holy Grail?"

"Don't be kidding! This kind of filth doesn't exist in this king's treasury!" Before Matthew could continue to express his emotions, he heard Gilgamesh burst out, he hesitated for a while, and the dense golden halo behind him gradually Close it until the one closest to his hand remains.

"Then I will reward you with the most expensive way of death!" Twirling his palm, this time Archer took out something from the treasury with his hand.

Alternating red and black colors, not only does not reveal the turbid color, but adds a mysterious color to it.

It clearly has a hilt, but the blade is uncharacteristically without a tip. While Archer was holding the hilt, the blade suddenly began to spin at a high speed.

Archer glanced at Barbatos, who was much taller than him, with almost disdainful eyes. He raised his sword horizontally, and the rotating blade pointed at the opponent's head from a distance.

"Talk about the original—"

The sound stopped abruptly, and Gilgamesh's face showed a look of astonishment, and the beam of magic light that was ready to be released in his hand floated upwards uncontrollably, and even Gilgamesh's body began to disintegrate.

More and more golden light spots scattered from his elbows, around his body, and even his head, Archer's expression was gloomy and terrifying.

"Miscellaneous repair, you are really courageous."

As if hearing Archer's curse, Barbatos looked down at the chaotic head, it didn't make any offensive moves, mocking the arrogant king in a silent way.

Even Archer who has the ability to act alone, even a super-standard hero king, can't change the fact that he is a follower after all, no matter how invincible he is, he can't be as unrestrained as he was in life.

Since they are followers, they cannot violate the rules of the Holy Grail—they are just a reflection of human history, and they will be repelled uncontrollably at the end of the Holy Grail ceremony until they leave.

The Demon God Pillar Barbatos, who controls the entire Holy Grail, has such an ability. It racked its brains to design, and it lacked Dongmu's spiritual veins. What it wanted was for this moment, Chaldeas, who had lost all of human history. All Asylum:
"—Destroy Chaldeas completely here!"

Gray-black mist emanated from its body surface, approaching Matthew who had lost all support.

The breath full of corruption surrounded Mash in a roar, and the girl's big shield couldn't play the slightest role at this time, until the black and purple completely covered everything around.

Avalon's fragile white light seemed powerless, and the scabbard away from the Lord could only stop providing the most basic protection.

When the black smoke dissipated completely, Mash... still stood there unharmed, and the corrosive breath failed to penetrate Avalon's protection.

"impossible!"

The frantic roar from the heart almost pierced everyone's eardrums.Barbatos slapped Mash violently with a slap the size of a man, and the magic power around him became manic with every move he made.

The slap on the shield forced the girl to retreat continuously, but she still failed to break through that tiny line of defense.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!"

Barbatos lowered his upper body, and his whole body turned into surging liquid when it touched Mash's shield, and the scattered mud flow squeezed the girl behind the shield from all directions.

The girl is like a small boat sailing in a storm, swaying left and right in the raging tide, but never sinks.

"How can the scabbard of King Arthur resist corrosion after losing King Arthur!"

The uneasiness that the situation exceeded expectations made Barbatos immediately give up his playful thoughts, and a beam of black light rose into the sky from the mud, penetrating the boundary between the sky and the earth.

In the black light, a flesh-colored column full of blood-colored eyeballs rose from the ground.

The full-body Demon God Pillar Barbatos descended, and the black dirt stained on its surface was sprinkled drop by drop into the quagmire under it.

"Go to hell!"

The blood-red vicious beam of light was fleeting, crossed in the air and divided into three beams, and bombarded the Shield Envoy who had nowhere to dodge in the mud from different angles.

The golden torrent slashed from the side, engulfing the three forked beams of light.

"It's very simple, because I haven't exited yet."

Stepping on the black mud, the pale blue king slowly approached. Her body also exuded twilight fluorescence, which dispelled the surrounding haze for her.

Lifting her face, Arturia's emerald pupils reflected the ugly figure of Demon God Pillar.

The golden brilliance that had been stored on her sword for a long time was raging and gushing, and Artoria raised the blade above her head with both hands, and the golden King Sword was covered with a light blue shell with the gathering of magic power.

Arturia's closed eyes opened, and a holy white light shone from her hands, and she swung the king sword in her hand while sipping the Noble Phantasm Name:

"The Sword of Victory (Excalibur)!"

Layer after layer of silt rose up in front of Barbatos to form a buffer barrier for absorbing magic power—the invincible defense method lost its effect the moment it collided with the blue-gold brilliance.

The dirt was easily washed away, and the purifying breath in the magic dispelled the chaos and haze in the air.

The blue halo broke through the shackles and engulfed the huge black shadow behind it.

The turbulent flow of magic power scattered around with a roar, the wind disturbed Arturia's hair, and the dull hair fluttering with the wind was blown away from the dirt, revealing the original golden color like the sun again.

Arturia turned sideways slightly, her eyes were faintly visible in the flying hair, she heard the conversation behind her, turned her head, and saw that the shield envoy who had just shown the will of any knight was at the moment Supporting the orange-haired girl who appeared out of nowhere with a worried face, Artoria noticed the shield in the opponent's hand while noticing the two girls.

"That shield..."

Artoria opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but saw Mash reflected in the pure purple eyes of the orange-haired girl with a worried look, and subconsciously clenched fists, and thought of something.

The wind blown by the turbulent flow of magic power stopped, and the blond hair fluttering with the wind returned to calm again, but the refreshing coolness on his face was still unsatisfactory.

But she can't always regret or miss something, she also has more important things to accomplish.

Suddenly Artoria smiled.

"Forget it, it's all over."

The golden particles gradually disintegrated, and the consciousness was peeled off layer by layer from the body of the spirit body.She clearly watched her body dissipate little by little.Finally vanished in the wind.

　I wrote a chapter while awake and fell asleep at [-] in the afternoon. I suspect that this strain is a "biological clock disorder column"
　　
　
(End of this chapter)