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

Chapter 442 Norwich Bone Bell

The Bell Tower is spacious, but not wide enough to accommodate a giant dragon.

So the dragon maintained a hovering height and stopped on the outside of the Bell Tower, allowing everyone on the dragon's back to step into the tower one by one. Artoria turned around and saw the giant dragon looking straight at this side but unable to come in. She was amused by the pitiful expression of the other party, and waved to it: "Menechelle, come in too."

"—!"

"Eh?"

After hearing this name, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Leonardo da Vinci's faces froze. They turned their necks stiffly like puppets, and saw the dragon's body shrinking and becoming smaller, and finally turned into a back. A black-haired girl with wings, the black scales were quickly smoothed on her body, a black and red dress was put on her, and she jumped into the Bell Tower.

"Menechel?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was shocked. She was not Menechel who had never seen a woman before, but it was completely different from the dragon in front of her.

After hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka's question, the dragon girl turned around expressionlessly: "I am Fairy Knight Menechelle, your name is -"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head by the staff that followed him: "Idiot, don't use this trick all the time!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his hand and quickly pulled Ezequiel, who was also surprised and wide-eyed: "Didn't you say he was a tall man with a big sword?"

Pulling the aggrieved fairy Menechelle behind her, Artoria looked at her with alert eyes. The volume of the conversation between them just now was not low, so Arturia could also hear it. The directional features made her immediately think of that man.

"Do you know Menethil?"

"Go to hell, then I will become her spare food."

Da Vinci mistakenly took this reaction as suspicion. She was thinking about how to make the Son of Prophecy believe what she said, but Arturia spoke first: "So you are from the same world as Menechelle."

"Just call me Artoria." Artoria's eyes were much softer than before.

"No, Son of Prophecy. The Menechelle we are talking about and the elf knight behind you are not the same person. In fact, we are people from the world outside Britain." Da Vinci stood up and spoke in the shortest possible sentence Said: "We thought that the knight with you was our companion."

"A very standard trash talk." Oberon never missed an opportunity to mock Ezequiel: "Don't you want to find someone to raise you? That dragon doesn't look very smart. Do you want it? Try it.”

Da Vinci's eyes widened a bit, and then he showed a bitter smile as expected: "To protect you... It's really a way to die that suits his character."

"Yes. Another of our companions... assumed the title of Son of your prophecy because he lost his memory."

"I can't come."

Touching the hair accessory on the bangs on her forehead, Artoria brushed off the topic: "You guys came to me for more than just this matter."

"The Son of Prophecy..."

This time it was Da Vinci's turn to be surprised.

Artoria was startled, not only her, but Gareth also looked surprised.

Artoria turned around in surprise. She had never heard the other party say that before.

"Sorry, he gave everything to protect me." Arturia pursed her lips and pointed at the fairy Menechelle behind her: "She is the fairy I named after him."

She listened quietly to what Da Vinci had to say. When she heard Da Vinci asking if he could accompany them to Onik, the fairy Menechelle suddenly said: "Onik, Ash has been there too. There is also a bell tower there."

However, even if the fairy Menechelle didn't say anything, she still planned to help these "husband's family" out of compensation.

"Of course, but you have to wait for me first..." Arturia pointed to the huge bell beside her.

"There's a perverted old man who's been looking at you since the beginning. Do you need my help to block it when the bell is ringing?" Oberon asked. "I can help you keep an eye on this restless bug." Ezequiel also spoke.

Oberon was furious and struggled with Ezequiel, but was forcefully separated by the goblin Menechelle's hands.

"Don't fight here." This is where Ash left his mark.

Ezequiel quickly withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted, and blocked Oberon in front of him.

"It's not needed for the time being." Artoria blinked, remembering Spriggan's instructions, and paused with one hand hanging in front of the huge bell, and said uncertainly: "It's hard to say, maybe it is needed."

But at this time, she couldn't help but think so much. She raised the chosen staff horizontally, passed the staff over her head, and pressed her palm on the bell. A faint wave of magic flowed around her, like a gleaming light. Like stars. An inexplicable melody swirled in her mind. She opened her mouth, and the characters popped out of it involuntarily:

"Songs of paradise, sounds of the inner sea."

"Guide the way back to the lost ones——"

The staff of choice in her hand and the fluorescent light of the bell complemented each other. The huge body of the bell began to tremble, and there was a trace of magic engraved in it. Arturia wanted to look away, but the silky The magic power carved a long series of lines on the bell, which shone with white light. Not just the body of the clock, the white light climbed all the way up Artoria's hand holding the face of the clock.

——Am I glowing?

Realizing this, Artoria became panicked, but her body seemed to be out of her control, and she was still reciting her prayers to herself.

"—Forgive his sins."

She could clearly feel the temperature on her body rising rapidly. She could feel the clock in her hand shaking violently, and she could even hear her own violent heartbeat.

宕

clang--

There was a majestic echo in her ears. It was the sound of the bell of selection being rung. The majestic bell echoed in her ears, making Artoria's spirit trance. Just like the previous prayer, her mind Many complicated pictures appeared in the picture, and they flashed rapidly in front of her eyes one by one like a revolving lantern. Arturia wanted to catch it, but those pictures swept away before she could see them clearly.

"The temperature is suddenly so high. Are you going to burn?" There was a strange sound behind her, and she remembered that it was the voice of the goblin named Oberon.

"Water! Do you need water? Bring water quickly, Lady Artoria is about to burn!" This was undoubtedly Gareth's voice.

"Wait! Don't go there, this is normal!" She couldn't tell whose voice it was.

"Uh-huh, let's look at the back first instead of this. Look at the back, there's the Fairy Death Lord."

But the chaotic sounds behind him became softer and softer, replaced by another voice that seemed to ring in his ears. The ethereal and distant voice seemed to be talking to her beyond time and space.

The sound of the bone clock was far away and sometimes near, and she seemed to be in a dream.

In her dream she saw another version of herself in the history of pan-humanity. She has the same name but is neither a magician nor a fairy. At the same time, she is also worthy of the name of Red Dragon and King, she is excellent.

——Artoria Pendragon.

Incredibly shining, extremely painful.

……

Camelot.

On the throne, Morgan, who had closed her eyes to relax, suddenly opened her eyes. She raised her head and looked forward.

"In Norwich? You're actually hanging out with the Son of Prophecy."

(End of this chapter)