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

Chapter 480 Morgan/Ashe

The inner city of Camelot, the royal capital.

Along the straight Central Avenue, you can see the magnificent castle reaching into the sky. However, the white snow accumulated on the road has already reached the ankles of ordinary people, but such thick snow suddenly disappeared at the end of the road, in front of a deep arc-shaped concave pit.

Masu stood in front of everyone with her shield. In such a cold weather, wisps of white mist liquefied as the hot air met the cold floated on her armor and even on the shield. And in a position slightly behind Mash, there was Artoria, who was leaning on the staff of choice to barely keep her standing posture. The previously dazzling magic layer on her body disappeared due to the lack of magic power. Even without saying it clearly, it can be seen that they had experienced a hard battle before this.

The fine stones in the pit rose up and rolled down among the loose stones, and then a figure in a black dress raised its head from the pit.

Blood flowed down her cheeks with her movement.

Mashu's body tensed up, his pupils trembled with shock, and even his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

"Queen Morgan, after enduring such a level of attack, she still..."

Arturia also tightened her staff of selection uneasily. In the battle just now, she had indeed tried her best without reservation.

She bit her lip and looked at Morgan, who was obviously at a disadvantage but held his head high under the pit. Only then did Artoria notice the gaping hole in Morgan's chest, from which no blood had flowed out.

"No, wait. She can't fight anymore."

As if to confirm Artoria's words, pale golden magic light spots began to disintegrate upward from her lower body, and her voice was vague but conclusive: "Artoria, the child of prophecy, ring the second bell. You should have understood by then, but you didn’t stop patrolling.”

In the blooming golden light, Morgan's blurred face was still looking at Artoria: "So, compared to the strange Britain, you chose the so-called right. Can I understand it this way?"

Being stared at by those calm eyes that contained no emotion at all, Artoria still dragged her body forward even though she was reluctant, and met Morgan's gaze with an aura that was no less impressive than Morgan's: "Of course not!"

"It was precisely because you gave up your mission that I was born - I also imagined forgetting the identity of the son of the prophecy. However, someone placed high hopes on me that I had never imagined. In order to live up to that person even before death, As long as he still believes in me, I will grit my teeth and keep working hard until now.”

"I keep running, just to catch up with the self who has high hopes for me."

"If you fulfill your mission seriously, then the girl doesn't have to be a king!"

"Become a king, become a king..." Morgan muttered and fell into a brief silence. At this moment, the decomposition of her body had spread to her face.

"Magician from a foreign country, like this, [I] will also reach my limit just like the king of the Lostbelt who lost to you." I finished this sentence as if just to explain my last words. After that, she looked at Artoria again.

"But you are still a young child of prophecy. Even after the pilgrimage, you are still too foolish to see your own destiny clearly."

Her voice was crushed by the cold air and disappeared into the scattered snowflakes along with the golden dust.

"Hey -" Matthew opened his mouth in surprise.

"What -" Da Vinci also showed a look of disbelief.

Matthew explored the place where Morgan disappeared and swallowed his saliva: "Queen Morgan's spiritual power has been eliminated. There is no doubt that that, senior, is really..."

"Did you really defeat Morgan?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked what Mashu wanted to ask. "She is indeed ridiculously strong, and her spiritual strength is comparable to that of Artoria, who has gone through six tours. It is impossible for us to continue fighting." Da Vinci said, his look of disbelief growing. Rich: "But, but Morgan didn't even show us anything. Lungo Miniyad, too, and the truth about the Fairy Kingdom too."

Although he won, he couldn't feel any sense of solidity after defeating the final boss. According to Da Vinci's senses, even at the previous British Singularity, he completely lost track of the seven followers he summoned. Morgan, who controls the history of pan-humanity, showed more backhand in his final struggle than the Winter Queen in front of him.

"Perhaps, it's probably because, as far as the evil queen is concerned, she is a bit disappointing... She honestly appeared in front of us and chose the battlefield on the street in order to prevent the palace from being stained with blood. The battle was always open and aboveboard. Arturia showed an unspeakably complicated expression: "Obviously I am still on guard against what kind of more earth-shattering thing she might do——"

Before Artoria could finish her words, with a bang, a line of white smoke exploded next to Artoria, and along with this white smoke, a hand stretched out from it and pressed on Artoria. Tolia's side.

Already in the battle just now, Artoria had lost most of her physical strength. If this hand were to attack at this time, Artoria would at least suffer heavy damage.

However, that hand only pressed on Artoria's shoulder, and then pushed her away fiercely.

"...You idiot, Artoria!"

"--Why?"

In the flash of lightning, Artoria quickly saw the figure who pushed her away: "Oberon?"

In an instant, a pure white beam of light fell from the sky, grazing Artoria's body and shrouding Oberon in it.

The strong heat flow pushed away the surrounding air, blowing Arturia and Leonardo da Vinci and Mash away from the surrounding area.

"You have an excellent companion. This is the only thing that can rival me, Artoria." The voice came slowly from top to bottom, accompanied by dozens of sound of breaking through the air, in Artoria In his eyes that suddenly widened, dozens of identical figures cut through the clouds and landed on the ground.

"Morgan..."

The sound of breathing suddenly stopped at this moment. Not only Artoria, but everyone present looked forward in disbelief.

There, Morgan, who had clearly been determined to have his spiritual energy dissipated, was now landing on the ground unscathed. If that were the case, Chaldea would not be so desperate. What really makes one's scalp numb is that there is more than one Morgan falling from the sky. Each of the dozens of figures has the same appearance as Morgan, and even the spiritual base values ​​​​shown are the same. No matter which way you look at it, it's Morgan.

"Surprised?"

"Don't you think it's over if you just defeat one of me?"

"If this is the case, then I should also reflect on whether my education is too lax and whether I have governed the Fairy Kingdom too peacefully."

"As a magician, of course, you can create as many [clones that are equal to the original body] as you want."

In the smoke and dust, Morgan, standing at the front, lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth maliciously, and looked at the people in front of him with a look of complete disdain.

"Become a king, young girl. The king's crown is a symbol of status and will make you superior to others."

"It's an honor, but it's also a warning."