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

Chapter 473: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Gareth

"Ainsel, you have to remember."

"Our mirror fairies, the first priority in all our actions, is always to protect ourselves. Only by surviving can we continue to prophesy. Only by living can the prophecy continue."

Ever since she was very young, when the great elf Ainsel was just a little elf, the old goblins in her clan have been chattering in her ears:

"The so-called prophecy is just a warning from the future to the present. Therefore, we, the mirror fairies, can only play more roles if we survive. Even the clan leader cannot change this."

At that time, the young Ainsel seemed to understand: "As long as we live, can we change bad things?"

His face was blurred, and I could only remember that it was a very kind old goblin. He murmured meaningfully: "Maybe, maybe not."

At that time, Ainsel inexplicably felt an indescribable emotion welling up in his chest.

Inexplicably, I felt that the old goblin was more like an omniscient and omnipotent sage than Yaling, the clan leader.

……

Crackling.

The crackling sound of the flames dancing on the scorched thorns under her feet woke Gareth from her memories. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. After reincarnation, not only did she lose her ether reserves, but her mentality also became so immature.

Only half of the wooden man was left because of the wrestling with the snake in the atrium, but the eighty-meter-long wooden platform is still the highest point in Gloucester, and it is still the place closest to the sky in Gloucester.

Because of Grim's last swing, the smoke of disaster could not cover the complete snake body. The head of the snake in the atrium emerged from the black clouds, with two scarlet eyes staring down, exuding its own fairy aura. of Gareth.

The oppressive air flow hit Gareth's body from top to bottom, pressing Gareth so hard that he couldn't lift his head.

When Gareth raised his head again, the huge long tail wrapped in black flames swept in front of Gareth with an overwhelming momentum.

The swaying clouds were wrapped up into a ferocious shape like a dragon. In just a blink of an eye, the tail had already swung in front of Gareth. In such an extremely close distance, the gap between the big and the small was magnified countless times. Gareth Even though Si straightened her back, her body length was not even as long as one of the scales on her tail.

Despair, that is the despair that cannot be avoided no matter what.

The air flow was wildly expanding and interlacing in the void due to the burning of the black flames. Before the tail whip could hit, the air was shot through first, forming a blank sound barrier.

Clang!
It was like the sound of breaking a mirror with force, causing glass shards to scatter on the ground and then explode. And with the sound of the broken mirror, a crack appeared in the front that had been smoothed by the snake's tail. .

The cracks expanded, and finally broke into little pieces in the pure white reflection. The glazed transparent barrier was torn into pieces, and the black clouds were also torn into pieces.

But at the same time, there was a petite figure who tore through the dark curtain.

Holding a pale silver lance and wearing brass-colored armor Gareth, she somehow jumped from the wooden man's body, soaring step by step, step by step.

The armor on her body also noticed her decision, and fell off her body piece by piece. She raised the gun, the glaze-colored luster flowing on the tip of the gun, and the momentum was soaring to the sky.

And as if in response to her, in the direction where the tip of her spear pointed, Jörmungandr opened his mouth, and the vast scarlet color covered every inch of Gareth's body.

"Roar!"

The roar was accompanied by waves of air visible to the naked eye.

The ultimate explosion sound fell on everyone's ears, but it became eerily silent.

Against the backdrop of that bloody mouth, the sky was extremely dark, like spilled ink, so deep it could swallow people's hearts.

Suddenly——

A little flash of light appears.

The rainbow-colored luster that is as clear and flowing as glass is very weak and dim.

It's like an insignificant rainbow reflected on the edge of the wall after sunlight reflects on the glass layer.

But this little bit of light gives the world color.

In Gareth's body, the aura belonging to the superior elf climbed up, little by little, and rapidly.

The aura belonging to the great goblin spurted out.

That streak of light gradually enlarged, became richer, and became grander in the giant mouth of the whale swallowing the sky.

That shot was so stunning that it even gave people an illusion. I don't know if Gareth stabbed the gun, or if the gun dragged Gareth towards the sky.

The entire gun, including the gun and the man, shot through the sky in a resolute and determined manner, looking a bit clumsy and rigid.

The vast magic dragged the colorful clouds and illuminated the entire sky. Time was slowed down countless times at this moment. It was so slow that Gareth could clearly see every wisp of black cloud passing by her eyes. It was so slow that Gareth You can clearly see the texture of every scale of Jörmungandr so close to you.

Then there was another deafening roar.

boom! Rang!
The moment before the knight's spear collided with the snake kiss that reached down, a transparent film lit up where the tip of the spear touched the air, but the film only lasted for less than a second before shattering. Among the countless reflective lenses falling downwards, each fragment reflected Gareth's body in the center of the fragments. The moment they touched each other, her hand holding the gun was shattered. The size difference between the two sides is too big. In Jörmungandr's eyes, the big goblin is no different from the upper-level goblin and the lower-level goblin.

The scattered black flames stained Gareth's body and devoured Gareth's body.

And her shot didn't even create a wave.

Gareth fell downwards, and there was a fierce bombardment in her abdomen. When she came back to her senses, the lower half of her body had disappeared. She looked at the huge snake mouth pressing against her abdomen, and the pieces of meat fell into it, and stared at it. Looking at the fairy Menechelle looking down at her, what did she see in those eyes?

Boundless killing, boundless hatred, boundless rage.

And beyond that, what's left?

It was clear that Yemengga's mouth was so close that if she opened it just a little, it would be enough to swallow her.

——But Calamity trembled and did not do that.

So, the rest is a struggle?
Bet right.

She couldn't help but think so.

That's right, it's just gambling.

There is no one hundredth prophecy, there are ninety-nine prophecies. The Mirror Fairy Ainsel has exhausted all possibilities, but these ninety-nine roads only lead to the same failed future. Alto Leah was buried in the mouth of the irrational fairy Menechelle.

Because Mirror Clan leader Ainsel couldn't do it, Knight Gareth stepped forward.

Such a future is unacceptable.

No matter how humble and weak a knight is, he will long for the day when he can use his white horse and silver spear to protect his companions behind him and then die a heroic death.

Since all the futures we can see are marked with failure, doesn’t that mean one thing?
——The possibility of victory is definitely in the future that Gareth cannot see, in the future where she dies!

As soon as this was confirmed, she couldn't help but feel excited.

If he uses himself, the only mirror fairy in the world, as bait, Jörmungandr will definitely eat her. Then, she engraved all her memories and experiences on her soul, and used a large amount of memory flow to create "fragments" in Jormungandr.

In order to eliminate all random numbers, she asked Grim to use all his strength to drag the Midgard Snake down from the clouds to ensure that the Midgard Snake would definitely swallow her instead of being burned to death with black fire.

The probability of success is very slim, and it is the only possibility that Gareth, an incompetent knight, could only think of after trying his best. All possibilities are pinned on the ethereal [moment].

Then she won the bet.

The last part of his mind was no longer used to maintain his sanity. Gareth let go of that part of his mind and projected something in front of him.

The stream of light gathered, revealing the earthy yellow flakes.

……

There was a feeling of fatigue and drowsiness in my body, and I knew it was because my blood was about to drain out.

I am dead.

Only half of my body is left. Maybe I will die before landing.

but.

I must be smiling now.

I smiled at the fairy Menechelle who looked down at me, and she——

He must have a puzzled expression, right?
She wondered why I would smile at her when I was about to die, which was inconsistent with the primate common sense I taught her.

but.

This is a matter of course.

"Because we will win."

This time I can answer confidently without prophecy.

……

Without fear of death, only certainty of victory and a little peace, Gareth fell to the ground.

　The future that Gareth can see is "she is still alive in the future" in the if. In these futures, they are all "be", so Gareth chose the one that she cannot see [she is dead in the future] The if plan was very risky, and the probability of success was less than one millionth, so she led everyone into a gamble with less than one millionth chance of survival. She didn't know whether she could win, but once she lost, All of them would die, but she did it anyway because if she didn't, any other approach would be fatal.

　　Gareth's death is inevitable. Her body is the last bell of the pilgrimage. Unless she dies, the tour cannot be completed.
　　(End of this chapter)