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

Chapter 475: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: The Savior

The red fire light illuminated the sky.

The black clouds of chaos that signaled the coming disaster were also dyed red by red flames.

Blood color, still blood color.

The snake of the atrium, which had been prevented from eating, opened its mouth, and with just one bite, it tore off a large piece of flesh and blood from the back of the giant dog below. The beating flames were crushed into pieces by its sharp teeth several times, and Bagster's It was useless to struggle under the entanglement of a giant python that was more than ten times larger than its body. Its proud devouring ability was actually being devoured as its limbs were continuously dismembered.

The first bite tore off Bagster's permanently burning skin defense, and the second bite tore off Bagster's forelimbs. With a few bites, he devoured the beast's claws, which were as tall as a city wall. The calamity lost its support. The beast fell to the ground, but the snake in the atrium, which was completely dominated by appetite, had no intention of letting it go. In the third bite, the sharp snake teeth sank into Bagster's neck.

As if he felt the threat of death, Bagster's body suddenly swelled up, and his intact forelimb broke free from the shackles of the circle and grabbed Jörmungandr's head. Half of Bagster's face flashed with ferocious light. Suddenly, the disaster dog opened its mouth suddenly, and a thick pillar of fire shot out, hitting the fangs close at hand, and scattered sparks. In Bagster's face.

But this has no effect at all, and it can't even stop it. The snake in the atrium raised its neck, its mouth suddenly expanded, and it swallowed Bagst's entire body into its belly. The originally compact and streamlined body also swelled due to the large creature that was taken in at that moment.

The snake's body was tense, and the visible bulge moved downwards. The snake's wide mouth closed. It swayed its body, as if it wanted to swallow Bagster completely. It wandered around in place for several times but still couldn't. Stretch out.

——The legendary catastrophic snake of the courtyard is bound by his own body.

This sounds extremely ridiculous, but it actually happened before my eyes.

After just trying for a moment, its greedy red eyes turned to the side and fixed on the blond girl who was protected by everyone.

Although it seems that the snake of the atrium has eliminated the disaster of the beast for Artoria, this does not mean that it has become a partner of justice. Maybe for a moment she can indeed be a partner of justice.

Even though her body is knotted, this does not mean that Jörmungandr is like a ball of thread that cannot find the thread. She still has quite a long body that can move. The huge air flow entrained by the snake's kiss will rub the surrounding area to make noise. It exploded, but before it could bite, a light blade hit its jaw unceremoniously.

The lake-blue magic flowed like a backward waterfall, and with a simple punch from the elf Lancelot, Jörmungandr shut his mouth. Having been previously hindered by Bagster, and coupled with the fact that the Calamity of the Sky has been entrenched in the black clouds high in the sky, the elf Lancelot did not act rashly because he was afraid of the black flames contained in the black clouds. But at this time, these two advantages disappeared, and the initiative returned to the hands of the fairy Lancelot.

With this punch, Jörmungandr's snake head was raised high, and the exposed weak abdomen was exposed in front of the elf Lancelot. The other arm of the elf Lancelot popped out a light blade and slashed forward. .

The light blade was eroded by the rising black flames before it touched the snake's belly. The fairy Lancelot quickly retreated. She cut off the light blade in a hurry but still left red marks on her hands after being burned. The hot air flow from above was pressing down, and the burning pillar of flames spewed out from the snake's mouth was pressing towards the fairy Lancelot.

But the shadow followed closely, and the giant python swung its head and chased after it, its huge mouth pressed down to swallow the petite figure. A blue light immediately rose from the closed snake's mouth, but disappeared in the next moment.

The black flames approaching at an extremely fast speed were blocked by layers of blue barriers. The screen quickly dripped and melted under the high temperature, but there was no trace of erosion.

"Senko Muramasa, left!"

The red figure was bathed in a layer of golden light and broke through the black flames. Qianzi Muramasa crossed his hands and held a sword in each hand to hold the tightly wound snake's head, holding the snake's head.

Jormungandr let out a roar, and its body began to retract, and it was about to fly back along the back half of its body.

boom!
A beam of blood-red magic light stream tore through the black flame barrier that was isolated on the ground. Habetlot held a pitch-black cannon barrel, and the magic bundles ejected from the barrel continuously impacted the flame barrier, but were opened by the The snake's mouth swallowed it, and the magic power turned into nourishment for the black flames to burn.

A stream of golden light quietly followed behind the scarlet magic pillar, dyeing Jörmungandr's abdomen golden.

Magic naturally could not cause any harm to Jörmungandr, and Altria had never thought of using magic to pierce Jörmungandr from the inside.

Suddenly, the giant python that was about to take off paused, and one could clearly see that the mass belonging to Bagster in the snake's belly began to struggle violently as the golden light was injected.

——Jormungandr is not the only one who can absorb magic power.

Artoria pursed her lips, and a golden halo emerged from the staff of choice. This golden light separated into several rays and was not affected by the black flames that swallowed the magic power.

This is Morgan...or Ash's magic, mastered by Artoria through the memory of the Pilgrimage Bell. But with the experience of using magic, Ash's original intention of creating this magic also poured into Artoria's mind.

——"Jörmungandr, when I completely master this magic, you won't have to worry about running away from time to time. Everyone won't be so afraid of you."

Ash's voice seemed to have transcended the passage of time and lingered in Arturia's ears. What Artoria was thinking about at this time was not at all about battle-related matters. In a daze, Artoria felt that her eyes met with those of Ash.

'What were you thinking about the moment you woke up? '

She looked at Jörmungandr, who fell heavily to the ground due to Bagster's struggle, and looked through the dark body.

Black flames rose up from the body of the giant python, and the twisting and beating black flames exploded inward in the next moment. Immediately, the protrusion on the abdomen became dented a little visibly to the naked eye.

The fallen snake regained its freedom, but the moment of delay was enough.

boom!
The roar of the explosion exploded right next to Jormungandr's mouth, and a wisp of black smoke rose from its throat. Then, it showed an expression that was almost vomiting.

Only in the next moment, the rotating blade crushed half of Jörmungandr's cheek along with the exploding blue light.

As the heat wave blew away the smoke and dust, the fairy Lancelot floated out of the black smoke. The armor on her body quickly melted in the air, revealing the scorched skin underneath, but more golden light patterns on her body suppressed it. Further erosion of the black flames.

The crackling flames danced at Jörmungandr's fracture, pulling the two sides of the wound back together. Its head was raised high, looking up at the petite goblin who escaped from its mouth.

The fairy Lancelot adjusted his body in mid-air, and his exposed skin was quickly covered with layers of black hardened cuticles.

Before the body of the snake in the atrium closed, Melyuzina turned twice in the air and rushed into the fracture gap in one fell swoop. The purple-black beam of light gathered in the palm of her raised hand.

"die!"

The condensed long-handled thunder gun was thrown into the wound of the Disaster Serpent, and the violent magic that broke out later ripped off half of its body. The second thunder gun was caught in her hand, but When she cast it, the elf Lancelot hesitated again, and she looked at Artoria.

"Come on! Goblin Knight!"

Golden light overflowed from the chosen staff, giving the elf Lancelot a golden coat and coating the thunder gun with a golden film.

At this point, the elf Lancelot no longer hesitated.

"The Hollow Heart Albion that no one knows about!"

……

Saw the light.

In the purgatory-like crimson color filled with the desire to kill, one could see the radiance of holiness.

As bright as the sun, as gentle as the moon, and as bright as the stars.

Such brilliance appeared in the red and cruel world in her eyes. Lighting up her eyes with the light of reason, she realized that at this moment, she seemed to be opening her mouth wide, exhaling hot breath in unnecessary resistance.

In the boiling stream of light, the fairy Menechelle seemed to have returned to the past, a time that she had almost forgotten.

"梣..."

The pole spear shining with dazzling golden light arrived in an instant, gradually overlapping with the gleaming patrol spear in front of me in memory, and in the next moment surpassed the holy spear hovering in front of me.

There was only one moment of penetration, and I came back to my senses in the endless heat. Finally, finally.

The belated punishment finally came to Calamity, and the savior finally killed the natural evil beast that should never have existed in the first place.

Seemingly satisfied and relieved, the elf Menechelle slowly closed her mouth and shattered the flame pillar with the thunder gun.

And in the end, what was reflected in her eyes was the beautiful primate approaching her among the countless beautiful golden particles scattered in the sky.

The staff of choice was stained with the light of the stars, and the blue dress was illuminated extremely brightly by that light.

The most important thing is the pure look in the blond goblin's eyes that is already ready for realization. Instead of the painful anger and darkness of death in her non-existent memory, there are vivid and completely beautiful eyes.

Then, when the main body of the thunder gun completely penetrated her head, the whole world was illuminated by that bright light.

However, when she was beheading her, she clearly felt a pair of hands covering her head. The small piece was very warm. She saw the sadness in the eyes of the blond goblin who was stroking her head.

"……Thanks."

Thank you for being so gentle and grieving for a sinful beast like me, for me who has eaten your companion twice and is not worthy of being your companion.

……

The fallen head of the giant snake lost its life, and the last trace of red in the snake's pupils has now completely dissipated.

The huge headless corpse hanging from the sky turned into light and slowly dissipated, and Arturia was silent for a long, long time.

As if it was an hallucination, her ears were still filled with the sound of thanks from the elf Menechelle that had not yet dissipated in the air.

"Why do you want to thank me? Menechelle the elf."

Arturia looked at the heads scattered in the dust and mud in front of her, her fairy eyes closed.

"Why are you sorry? Menechelle the elf."

"There is no need to blame yourself, Fairy Menechelle."

She gently raised her hand and closed the dim, round eyes on her head one by one.

"Get some rest, Elf Menechelle."

"Didn't you do a great job? You fulfilled your agreement with Menechelle. As my companion, you protected me until the last moment."

The dark clouds that covered Gloucester dispersed as the disaster receded, and the destruction of the blue light beam revealed the orange sky hidden behind it.

"You can't blame me. I asked for your opinion."

The elf Lancelot re-condensed the blue armor. Although she said this, her evasive eyes still revealed her guilty conscience.

She coughed lightly, and her body flew up with magic power: "Since the disaster has been eliminated, and I have not accepted the task of annihilating you, let's say goodbye - the next time we meet in Camelot, we will be enemies. "

Watching the elf Lancelot fly towards the clouds, Arturia had no time to say anything.

"I don't want to blame her either."

"Don't worry about her, she just has this kind of character." Qianzi Muramasa swung his shawl and stretched: "But what about the old man? I haven't seen him since I came here. Isn't it because he was suppressed? Are there ruins?"

"The old man...referring to Mr. Ezequiel?" Matthew looked around and saw no one: "Speaking of which, from just now..."

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine."

Following this voice, Ezequiel walked over slowly, holding something in his arms.

"This is……"

"Well, it was Gareth, but...when I found her, the child was only half alive."

With only half of his body left, Gareth lay limply in Ezequiel's arms, and was picked up by Artoria.

Arturia stroked the ends of Gareth's sticky hair in silence and put her face on her chest, but her chest was completely cold.

"...Gareth..."

Her palms came into contact with Gareth's cheek, and a trace of golden light came out from between her palms.

"Artoria, there's no need to waste your efforts. She has already fallen asleep. Even a miracle of cure..." But halfway through Ezequiel's words, he saw the shocked expression on Artoria's face, so he The second half of the sentence was swallowed tremblingly: "Is it possible..."

Artoria's eyes widened, and then the surprise in her eyes was replaced by a greater sense of sadness and powerlessness.

"How could it be? Why is it you..."

At the same time as the light came into contact, an idea came to Artoria's mind, which was the instinct of the Fairy in Paradise.

——The sixth Pilgrimage Bell has been found.

"So, is Gareth actually the second generation of Ainsel?"

Pilgrimage Bells, also known as Bone Bells, are literally Bone Bells formed from the remains of clan leaders who have ended their lives. The bell represents obedience to the Son of Prophecy, agreement with the mission of liberating Britain, and is also the sound of apology from the six clans.

At this time, Gareth's body...

After sadness comes a deeper anger.

"Why! Why! Why! I don't even have your body..."

——Can’t stay either.

But, but.

even so.

Arturia bit her lower lip, her hand holding Gareth trembling slightly.

"Gareth, if this is what you expect, then so do I..."

You must also complete the mission of the Son of Prophecy and ring your bone bell.

This is the realm of non-primate existence:
The furry horned god, Jörmungandr, the snake of the courtyard, Albion, the descendant dragon, Bagst, the black dog who died, Goyanskaya, the jade-faced nine-tailed fox, Oberon, the worm of Naraku
All the virtuous people have arrived, and the young and old have gathered together.