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

Chapter 451 From Onik to the Lake District

The light was quite hazy, with a hazy white mist covering the periphery of the field of vision. Someone's voice seemed to echo in my ears.

——"Farewell, brave knight from the certain future." For the sake of your merits, I will also expose my secret. "

——"Savior Ash is just a pseudonym. My adoptive mother got the name for me when Onik was destroyed."

——"My real name is Morgan. I am the Paradise Fairy who drifted from the inner sea of ​​the stars with the mission of saving Britain. I am the king of the Lostbelt that you Chaldea must defeat in the distant future."

The gentle female voice finally ended, the darkness completely swallowed up all the scenery in front of me, and the world seemed to have fallen into eternal tranquility.

One second, two seconds.

I don’t know how long this repeated counting had passed, but the sound came to my ears again.

Her eyelashes trembled, trying to open her eyes, and the voice in her ears became clearer.

"Ma...Xiu...MaXu!"

She heard the voice clearly, it was calling her name.

"senior……"

Her eyelashes trembled more violently, revealing a glimmer of light in the empty darkness.

There seemed to be more voices coming from her ears, some from women, some from men, and even the noise of something breaking and falling to the ground. The sounds were so complicated that she couldn't distinguish them.

Next, Ma Xiu felt her body suddenly light up. She seemed to be flying, but the next moment she fell into a warm embrace.

"Matthew."

The sound rang in my ears.

"This time I can finally say, welcome back, Matthew."

The purple-haired girl, who finally got used to the bright light, saw clearly the orange pony-tailed girl hugging her, and the corners of her eyes suddenly turned red.

"senior."

"Yes—Matthew Kyrielight, returning to the team."

"Hey, hey, it's disgusting to interrupt such a long-awaited reunion, but I still have to stand up." Da Vinci glanced around, and finally had to stand up by himself: "Our time is very urgent now."

At this time, she couldn't help but miss Ezequiel and Oberon. If either of these two generals were here, she would never be allowed to act as the villain.

She glanced at the ice coffin next to the Pilgrimage Bell. At this time, only the remains of the ice coffin were left. It was the ice coffin that Grimm said had existed for four thousand years: "Matthew, what happened during the separation period?" what happened."

"It seems like I've been through a long time."

"After we parted ways in Norwich, I was projected into the Fairy Calendar through a water mirror, where I met Miss Ash." Matthew recounted what he had encountered in the Fairy Calendar.

"The savior Ash is a fairy who has been alive for six thousand years and is also Queen Morgan."

Just this sentence made the Bell Ringing Hall become dead silent.

"Queen Morgan is Ash. Is that dragon still trustworthy?" This was the first question Qianzi Muramasa thought of. The dragon, which seemed to have lost social skills, could not forget to mention Qie when it opened and closed its mouth, which showed how much it respected Qie.

"And you." Qianzi Muramasa suddenly turned to Mashu: "After going through so much in the fairy calendar, do you still want to fight Queen Morgan?"

"The tone is too harsh, red-haired one." Grimm crossed his arms on his chest: "According to your concept of doubt, will I also be questioned by you?"

"of course."

"Do you want to be shot, you bastard?"

"Okay." As soon as Artoria spoke, the two men, one red and one blue, immediately fell silent. She looked at Matthew: "What do you think of Matthew?"

This was the first time she talked to Matthew, and she felt very uneasy, but Matthew stared at Artoria's clothes for a while, and his eyes lit up: "You... are the new prophecy that senior said Son."

"Um……"

"Although I am a companion of the savior Ash, I am not a knight of Queen Morgan. If the negotiation with the queen fails, I will fight with all my strength."

"Yes, you are so strong."

Knowing the queen's life experience, she became confused.

……

According to the original plan, they came to the lake area.

But only halfway through, Grim suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

"There is no need to go any further." He said, showing a very annoyed look: "There are no goblins here anymore, and the Mirror Clan's Pilgrimage Bell is not here."

"It's all my fault for not investigating it beforehand."

"No, you came just in time."

"What's the right time..."

Turning his head, he saw a pale skeleton occupying most of his field of vision.

"When... when..."

Grimm seemed to be strangled by the throat, like a stuck tape, and he couldn't get out of it even after a long time.

"What the hell!" Hiss!

Raising the staff, the flames from the tail of the staff instantly drove back the approaching skeleton spirit. When the two sides distanced themselves, Grim took everything in sight. He calmed down a little.

"It turns out to be just the dead demon lord."

I was so scared, I thought it was an Assassian.

"That's right, hello everyone, I am Mira, the Fairy Death Lord!" A very magnetic voice came out from the skinless and fleshless spiritual body skeleton: "You are the new born son of the prophecy, you are here at the right time. "

"You are a fairy from the Mirror Clan, right? Are there any other fairies here?"

"No more. Just as the leader of the Mirror Clan predicted in the future, it was destroyed by 'Fire' and 'Wind'. Ainsel also died at that time. There should not be a single fairy left in the Mirror Clan."

Mashu thought of Ash and felt depressed: "Isn't that the same as the Rain Clan?"

"What a kind fairy... huh? You... Oh, savior Ash's companion, when did you come back? It's okay to tell you, but don't spread it outside. Lord Ainsel is still in this world. There is a next generation.”

Grimm's eyes lit up, as long as there was no news about the Pilgrimage Bell, it would be fine.

"But compared to these boring things, I have something to ask of you."

"The goblin in trouble... We are naturally willing to agree to the Dead Lord's request."

"Oh, that's really troublesome - it should be coming soon."

Before anyone could understand what the goblin named Mira was talking about, behind him, from the depths of the forest, a dark black beam of light rose into the sky.

Compared to the bright and solid magic power of the light cannon, the light beam at the moment is closer to an entity distorted due to extremely unstable existence. If we really want to compare, the gathering of disasters in Norwich is the most appropriate comparison.

The surrounding trees quickly turned yellow and withered, and the black light beam quickly twisted, as if it was about to deform.

"Hmm, are you so strong... The life of the child of prophecy is more important. Give up the dragon body and run away." Mira, the dead elf master, screamed and floated towards the exit leading the way.

"That's too late."

Da Vinci looked at the bent light pillar in the distance. The light pillar began to differentiate, making disgusting bubbles and spat out a mouthful of black liquid like a swamp in their direction.

Matthew put up a shield to block the front. The black liquid shot on the shield and splashed around. Matthew didn't feel any pressure from the beginning to the end. She poked her head out from behind her shield in confusion.

"Ma Xiu, be careful!"

The thick black liquid that splashed to the ground did not disappear, but squirmed a few times before "standing" again.

"It's Morse!"

At this time, Mira, who had run away behind her, floated back again: "Wow, there is Morse behind there too, there are Morse everywhere."

"Are you surrounded by Morse?" Grimm took out his staff and summoned a circle of flames around him, blocking Morse's approach.

"You led the way well." Qianzi Muramasa snorted coldly, and glanced back: "I will burn the spirit base later, and you can take them to escape."

"I just--"

Before Grim could say anything, a stream of light suddenly approached from a distance at great speed.

what is that!

Because the speed was too fast, the sound had just fallen, and the stream of light had already arrived in front of him. With a heavy roar, the exploding pile of mud was pushed away by a blue halo, and Morse standing on the mud was crushed into pieces in an instant.

Qianzi Muramasa's eyes widened.

"Elf Knight Lancelot!"

Artoria recognized the other person: "Are you here to catch me?"

This is the battle report from Londinion. The fairy Lancelot should be the fairy knight who came to capture her on the queen's order.

Hearing the cry, the petite elf, wearing only black dragon scale armor, turned back and glanced at Artoria.

"Child of Prophecy, and you...you are Thousand Sons Muramasa, stay out of the way!" She casually cut open a Morse, kicked off her foot, and shot towards the black beam of light in the distance.

"Eh?"

Arturia blinked in disbelief. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the elf Lancelot had flown in front of the black light pillar, and the light blade that popped up from the arm armor cut into the top of the black light pillar.

"What should we do? Which side should we help?"

"Follow me!" Arturia gritted her teeth and took the lead in running, crossing the road opened by the fairy Lancelot.

She must find the other party and ask clearly why she appears here? Has Londinion fallen?

——Even if we are enemies, are we now comrades fighting against disaster together?

Grim chuckled lightly, recognized the identity of the child of prophecy, and followed him.

When I came to the light pillar, I finally realized that it was actually a swamp rising from the lake. At this time, the sludge had completely decomposed and formed a turbid but huge swamp snake. A ball of mud flowed down from the surface of the giant snake. Falling downwards.

"Oops! Oops! I'm going to be turned into Morse!" Mira screamed loudly.

The elf Lancelot split open the blocking swamp and landed slowly:

"Son of prophecy, why are you following me?"

"Who cares about you! I have something to ask you!" Although she said this, Artoria used magic without any ambiguity.

Although it was better than nothing, the elf Lancelot did feel an increase in his own magic power.

"Okay. I'll tell you my real name for now."

"I am Melyuzina of the Dim Swamp."

　This is a chapter that I had to write for the sake of coherence.

　　(End of this chapter)