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

Chapter 53 Europa Decisive Battle·Eve
The temperature in the north has been dropping, but the good news has blown away the cold of winter.

The first area to be recovered was the Wangling area. After Menechiel killed Morgan, the rebel knights who were spared by Menechiel quickly took control of the city defense. With Wangling as the core, the clarion call for counterattack was sounded. .The situation in other surrounding areas also changed rapidly. In the letters and words sent from various places, each of these knights became lonely and loyal ministers who endured the humiliation and sought another chance to regain Camelot.

However, only one day had passed, and there was already a situation that restored Camelot's vision.

"They're all a bunch of opportunistic wimps."

Menechelle curled her lips and disdained the comment.

"But the country cannot function without them." Arturia is optimistic.

Menechelle looked at Arturia in surprise, as if it was hard to imagine that she could say such a thing.

Arturia's eyes were very calm: "Although Lancer is an enemy, she has also taught me a lot."

She, who ended up alone because of her rationality until she was betrayed and died, was like a light, making the originally dark road ahead clearer.

However, that kind of her and that kind of future...

"Can you still not pull out the King's Sword?" Menechelle suddenly asked.

"Yeah." The blond hair on Artoria's head fell down as she nodded.

"Then leave Morgan's affairs to me."

Everywhere in Britain showed a prosperous scene of welcoming the king's master, except for one place - the Stark area.

No news has been sent back from Torun Square City, which is the core center of Stark, and even the scouts sent have not returned.

——There is probably no one alive there.

Menechelle thought about what Kai had said.

Unlike the situation he had encountered when Saber forced him to abandon the city, in Kai's description, Torun Square City was breached almost as soon as the enemy was discovered. All that was seen was a white mist, and then the entire city expanded. Everyone, including Kai himself, was killed.

"But, your body..."

"No need to worry, I am still a servant now."

Although Menechelle still spoke confidently, Arturia was still uneasy.

The white hair on his head was not black hair mixed with white hair, but haggard, withered and dull hair stuck together. Just looking at it made her heart ache.

This was the Menechelle she had never seen before, the weakest period of the man in front of her who spent the last few years of his life recuperating alone in the North.

"This is just the nature of a follower like me. After using up the Noble Phantasm, my body will enter the final stage of life." He smiled nonchalantly: "On the contrary, 'the me as a follower' has also become mature. Now, it’s like I have two brains that can think things through more thoroughly.”

"Moreover, the ability to fight has basically not faded. Neither Kai nor Morgan were my opponents before they were alive, let alone now. We will set off tomorrow and be back before dawn the day after tomorrow."

Menechelle said to Artoria, showing that her body had almost recovered, but the more she looked like this, the uneasiness in Artoria's heart did not weaken at all. Until Menechelle left, this uneasiness remained. Can fade.

The more confident Menechelle spoke, the more uneasy Arturia became.

He never showed even a hint of weakness in front of her. Even when he died in her arms, he was extremely proud, raising his beautiful and energetic silver hair, so that other people and she forgot that he was also weak. side.

She remembered that during the last year, Menechiel wrote to her so frequently that every month.Are those seemingly plain and trivial letters, those letters about his disciple (Mordred) also a signal?He was drowning in the suffering water and raised his hands to ask her for help, but she was so far away from him that in her eyes, the move for help was like an ordinary wave goodbye.

She took out the holy sword, and half of it was buried in the stone.Artoria took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and recalled the feeling of pulling out the Sword of the King's Choice for the first time. As she exerted her strength, the sword body trembled slightly, and the sword body exposed to the outside world was covered with a layer of light gold. .However, the golden color failed to penetrate the stone sheath.

Arturia gritted her teeth, and the hand holding the sword trembled from exerting force.

However, the Holy Sword still only exudes hazy fluorescence and no longer changes.

"No need to try again."

Merlin's voice sounded, and the hazy smoke outlined his vague face.

"You can't pull it out, you are not King Arthur now."

Even though she couldn't see the eyes, the gaze from them still hurt Artoria's heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I...I don't know either..."

——"As long as you (me) are still king, that kind of future is inevitable. So I am here to change that kind of future."

Even though she didn't want to admit it, Lancer's words still made her feel resentful.

"No need to apologize, Artoria. This is not your fault."

"We think you are the savior and put all our hopes on your shoulders. These are not your responsibilities." "This time, please follow the guidance of your heart and act."

Seeing that Arturia was still hesitating, Merlin added, "You have felt it, haven't you? Menechelle was saying goodbye to you just now."

"Whether he wins or not, he will not let himself become a useless person to drag you down."

"If you retreat here, neither [Artoria] nor [King Arthur] can go back."

——"It's ridiculous. The most famous Knight King was killed by a little girl. I saw the flames of rebellion in Mordred's eyes, but I still let it burn."

What came to my ears were Lancer's self-deprecating words.

——"The throne is a prison made of his blood and life. At the moment of death, what I felt was relief."

My lips pursed into a thin line and my hand loosened my grip on the holy sword. Will I become like that too?
The confusion spreads.

She stood up, Merlin clicked the scabbard, and the dim holy sword slipped out of the stone scabbard.

Arturia grabbed the holy sword, and the last light on the sword dimmed.

"It's just stationed at the rear, just leave it to me."

……

The sky was just dawning and the city gates were opening.

You can vaguely see the traces of scorched earth left by yesterday's battle. The soldiers are armed with iron horses, and the chilling atmosphere is blown here by the wind.

The colors of the armor of the troops in the distance are different, and their positions are too loose and messy. This is an expeditionary force that was pieced together temporarily.Even some of the knights came from areas outside Camelot.

Will it really win?

Will do,

Of this alone Menechel had no doubt.

Several knights on both sides of the city gate greeted Menechiel as he walked out of the city. With his eyesight, he could see that in the army in the distance, there were crowds of people looking over here, as if they were still confirming that they would lead them on an expedition. people.

His face was expressionless.

The next moment, a war horse came out of the city gate behind him. The war horse quickly followed and came to Menechelle's side.

But no one said anything.

Because riding the war horse was a blond knight wearing a crown and gorgeous armor.

The King of Knights, Artoria.

The war horse walked a few steps quickly and then kept walking at the same speed as Menechelle.

Menechelle couldn't help but glance at the man on the horse.

It was clearly agreed that he would lead the troops, but last night, Arturia suddenly changed her mind.

She said: "Even without relying on the king's sword, I am better than most knights. I am not a weak king who hides behind."

He wanted to stop him, but Artoria silenced him with just one sentence.

"If you are defeated, it will be impossible for the rest of us to turn defeat into victory. Therefore, it is better to concentrate our efforts on launching a general attack from the beginning."

When the enemy is exposed and we are hidden - especially when the enemy is still a corpse that does not need to eat or sleep, fighting a protracted war is not a good choice. Gathering all the power to launch a lightning-fast general attack is the long-term solution.

But it is so difficult to find a body in the vast Stark area.

Moving forward in two directions, Menechelle and Artoria each led a group of knights to drive towards the central Torun square city from two directions.

The exchange of information between the two parties in the rolling snowy mountains was transmitted through the causal line between Fujimaru Ritsuka and Menechel.

At this time, the girl was sitting behind Artoria, wearing thick armor, but it could not block her excited eyes.

This is the best option.But the risk is also very high. If it fails, there is no possibility of a comeback.

"Let's go." Arturia, who was also wearing a headgear, said, "The next step is the battle to restore Camelot."

　It feels weird to write, but I can’t change it. This makes me feel weird. Maybe it’s because I don’t know how to write about pre-war mobilization.
　　(End of this chapter)