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

Chapter 477 Outside Camelot City

The body is rotten.

He couldn't even support her to sit up from among the ruins.

He wanted to scream, but his tongue had been corroded by the curse.

Damn Beryl! He never told her that such magic would pollute the soul.

She wasn't very smart, but she also knew that Beryl must have betrayed her mother. He didn't know what kind of magic he used to turn into the appearance of Woodworth, the leader of the Fang Clan who should have died long ago.

'I have to go back and tell my mother! '

This is the only belief that supports the goblin Tristan to go back. Even if he sees the disappointed eyes of his mother, even if he dies immediately after returning, he still has to tell his mother that Beryl is the enemy.

The sound of bells echoed in her ears, and Fairy Knight Tristan opened her eyes. She didn't dare to close them - she was afraid that she would never wake up again if she fell asleep this time.

'Is the battle over? '

Tristan the Goblin rolled his eyes, trying to see something among the ruins of the city.

"Oh, isn't this the princess? You are actually here."

Is this voice Spriggan, the patriarch of the Earth Clan?

Hearing the voice, hope once again lit up the originally dim eyes of Fairy Tristan.

"Oh, I originally thought that accepting Murien's invitation to come to Gloucester was the worst thing I did in my life. But after the disaster, not only did I survive, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise?"

"Oh, look at your eyes, do you want me to take you back to Camelot to find Her Majesty the Queen? Of course I will do that. After all, you are the princess."

The middle-aged man with short brown hair stroked his stubble. Although he said this, Spriggan actually believed in his heart that Queen Morgan was finished.

But if Tristan the Fairy is given to the Son of Prophecy as a bargaining chip to threaten Queen Morgan, he may be able to retain his current position in the new dynasty.

His sensitivity as a businessman was mobilized, but before Sprigan could think about it, his shoulders suddenly sank. Then, a wet feeling spread along his shoulders.

The heavy and rapid breathing hit his ears, making Sprigan's body freeze.

The person behind him seemed to have put all his weight on him, making Sprigan unable to move at all.

"You said... you were going to... Camelot?"

Intermittent sounds came over, and he quietly observed with his peripheral vision, but all Sprigan saw was a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Morgan - take me to find that woman!"

……

Northern plains.

Although judging from the dark clouds that had dispersed in Gloucester the day before, the disaster had receded, but two days had passed since the clouds of disaster completely dissipated, but Arturia had never returned, and no news had been received. Noknale could only order the army of the King's Clan to block the northern plains at the junction of the north and the south, hoping to defend the last pure land of Britain if the worst happened.

Nokenale looked a little anxious. Despite Oberon's assurance, she still couldn't help but feel worried.

Can Arturia really defeat Calamity with her boar-elf-like personality?
What if Arturia was seriously injured or even died fighting to fight off the disaster?

"Don't worry, didn't you also hear the bell of the Mirror Bell that day?"

Sitting across from him, Oberon crossed his legs while teasing the bugs on his palms with his hands. He glanced at Noknare, who was so nervous that she was biting her fingernails, and comforted her.

"I'm not worried about her... I'm just worried that the coalition forces raised in the name of the Children of Prophecy will also fall apart because of the disappearance of the Children of Prophecy."

This was a standard tsundere. The corners of Oberon's mouth turned up. He wanted to continue to say something, but Nokenale suddenly raised her hand and made a quiet gesture to him, and the next moment.

Swish!
The curtains were opened from outside to inside.

"Lord Nokenale!" Wearing an iron mask that covered his face tightly, the guards of the King's clan hurried into the tent.

"What's there to panic about? What happened."

Noknare calmed down her expression in an instant. She scolded, and then asked: "Is the Queen's Army attacking?"

"Yes, Lord Nokenale." Affected by Nokenale's calmness, the guard's tone gradually became calmer: "The wind fairies sent out detected a large number of fairies and humans approaching in the southwest."

Noknare narrowed her eyes. She stood up and put on her spiritual coat. Under her control, the fairy realm extended in an arc from the military camp to the north, blocked by the chalk wall of Camelot City. Down, but it penetrated straight through without any hindrance on the southwest side. Her ether passed through the bodies of every fairy and human who approached, and several strong or weak life wavelengths were immediately transmitted into her brain, and then She noticed a particularly familiar wave among the complex wavelengths of life.

Nokenale pursed her lips, but still couldn't restrain the weird look on her face. But the pink love-shaped magic power that suddenly rose up on her body still subsided, and her alert look disappeared: "Don't be nervous, that's our reinforcement."

Finally, Nokenalei said: "When you see the Child of Prophecy later, bring her and her companions to see me. As for the reinforcements she brings... let Percival manage them."

The guard agreed and exited the camp.

"Well, don't worry now." Looking at Noknare who let out a sigh of relief after sitting back in the main seat, Oberon chuckled.

"You seem to have known this for a long time?"

"It's easy to guess." Oberon narrowed his eyes: "After repelling the disaster, the Children of Prophecy got the support of more neutral lords and goblins, and jointly defeated the false king - so I guess, the one who repelled the disaster Arturia must be integrating these guys these days, right?"

Nokenale snorted twice but did not respond. She stood up again, and the next moment the curtain was opened. Nokenale stretched out her hands and grabbed the two sides of Arturia's cheeks who had just poked her head out.

"Artoria, you still know how to come back!"

"Ugh!...Provoke." Arturia, whose cheek was pinched, made an inarticulate voice. She shook her head and finally broke away from Noknare's arms.

"I don't know why, but after ringing the sixth patrol bell, many goblins came to see me, so I had to wait for a few more days. Even the Earth Clan and the Wind Clan are on our side."

Arturia pushed away Nokenare's evil hand that she wanted to pinch again: "And compared to me, Nokenare, you don't have the style of a queen at all."

"What does it matter?" Noknale waved her hand and glanced at the rest of the Chaldeans who had just walked into the military camp and looked embarrassed: "They are all your companions anyway."

However, Nokenale soon noticed something strange. She glanced at the people behind Artoria, then glanced again, and then glanced again.

"Where are your dragons and that little spear knight?"

As soon as she asked the question, Nokenale noticed Artoria's suddenly depressed mood. She realized the truth.

"That's it."

Although it was hard to accept, when she thought about it carefully, Nokenale felt that it was natural. How could we not pay any price in the face of such a devastating disaster?

"They are all brave warriors. Their sacrifices will not be in vain."

Noknare groaned but didn't know how to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Nokenalei, I would be sorry for them if you let yourself down here. You arrogant girl, I am the child of prophecy, you have to believe in me sometimes."

"Artoria, you..." Nokenale blinked. She looked at Artoria. For the first time, she felt that she was separated from the low-self-esteem, gray but edible girl in her memory. She was surrounded by a gray aura. The hidden sparkle of Artoria indeed appeared in front of Noknare's eyes.

in this way--

"Now you really look like the child of prophecy."

She couldn't help but sigh.

"Eh? I am the child of prophecy, right?"

　Let’s make a transition

　　(End of this chapter)