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

Chapter 76 Torrilique Avalon Le Fey

It was a sudden storm, and the stage curtain fell abruptly.

The queen's figure appeared in the sky above Camelot, moving through the snow clouds one after another, burning the ground mercilessly.

Even if she wants to retreat, the road she came from is already a wall. Even if she escapes into a building, the queen will burn her city and the rebels together, pull out the reptiles trying to hide one by one and crush them to death.

Desperate resistance has no effect on the queen, there is only one-sided killing. The roar of the attack turned into screams of retreat at this moment, but they couldn't even retreat. The magic bombing without blind spots and countless clones with similar strength to the queen turned Camelot into a monster. In the Death Realm, even if there is an occasional powerful goblin, he will be set on fire by the clone that falls from the clouds, just like the son of prophecy.

"Hahahaha! Look at that shameful appearance! The rebels are running away!"

"This is the punishment for a mere low-level goblin who dares to enter Camelot! Look, he's still begging for help in shame even after his escape route is blocked!"

The goblins gathered under the Amyrlin Throne, who were fearful a moment ago, were already discussing the matter of surrender. At this moment, they were watching the projection of the battlefield and couldn't help laughing happily and wantonly. Of course, occasionally there will be some complaints because one's own property is affected, but they are not worth mentioning among the more applause.

"There is no longer a threat from the Son of Prophecy." Morgan, who was still on the Amyrlin Seat, just stood up but did not go down the stairs, looked at the light screen, her expression was not disturbed by the fairies around her, she surveyed the overall situation and finally turned her gaze Falling on the battlefield outside Camelot City: "Hmph, Thousand Sons Muramasa is quite difficult to deal with, so let's add five more."

She did not blame the noisy goblins around her. On the contrary, she seemed to be caught up in the pleasure of slaughtering the goblins wantonly.

——Qiang!

However, at this moment, an inappropriate sound of gold and iron clashing sounded in the empty hall.

This sound made all the goblins look away from the light screen for a short time, and everyone's eyes were forced to focus on the place where the sound came from, the horse-faced and toothed goblin wearing bronze armor, Queen Knight Meldik.

"...Queen...Your Majesty..."

Facing so many eyes, the Tooth Fairy's voice was trembling when she spoke, but it was not because of the nervousness of making a mistake. It was more like the last words he finally said after exerting all his strength.

Just after making such a weak sound, Meldik's body fell straight forward, revealing the exaggerated blood hole on his back.

boom!
The sound of bronze armor hitting the ground extinguished all enthusiasm.

"What...what happened? His Majesty's attendant, Knight Meldik, fell down?"

"Merdik is His Majesty's bodyguard, right! That's not an ordinary knight, how could he be so easy-"

Before the latter could finish his words, he was interrupted by a hoarse voice.

"...Worship, let's..."

"...kneel down, please..."

"...Guardian of Britain..."

Every goblin who heard this voice fell silent, because the words it spoke were exactly the words they heard spoken by the knight Meldik when they met with the queen every day.

But the subsequent words changed subtly.

"...I am waiting for you, Master of the Fang Clan..."

A puddle of rotten flesh - this word couldn't be more appropriate to describe it, crawled out from behind Meldik. The smell of corruption was mixed with the thick smell of blood, the fur was dyed black by the curse, and there was only one left But his eyes were filled with ominous purple light. As soon as it appeared, it immediately caused uneasiness among all the fairies present. They called for guards, but the guards did not dare to step forward due to fear.

But among the panic in the whole hall, only Morgan remained indifferent.

"It's you, Woodworth, you're still alive."

Even with this appearance, Morgan could still discern some shadows of Woodworth in the dirty fur and withered muscles.

Although she didn't show it on her face, she couldn't help but say a few more words:
"Did you use an underground passage to escape? I told you this during the Battle of Morse, right? It's a shame you can remember what happened more than a thousand years ago."

And that pile of rotten flesh let out a low and miserable smile of "Kukukuku": "Of course... To be on the safe side, you only told me...I don't dare to forget it even for a moment..."

"But, Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" The rotten meat carrying Woodworth's consciousness suddenly became excited, and even the gasps in his voice became less frequent: "Please tell me, Your Majesty - why didn't you send me reinforcements? Why did you let the Fang Clan and I die without saving us? What is your purpose in sending me to attack Londinion!"

"Londinion...reinforcements? I sent reinforcements, but they all look like you, a bunch of useless waste. As for the purpose, didn't Lancelot tell you? The Son of Prophecy is only secondary. , you have to hide it in..."

"-Ahh-ah--" Woodworth suddenly screamed, and his prostrate body suddenly stood upright.

Everything Beryl said is true! That bastard didn't cheat on him! Morgan really—

"——Mo, Gen——"

"—Morgan—!"

He rushed forward wildly, and fell on Morgan at the moment when Morgan only had time to raise his hand.

The ferocious and twisted wolf's face no longer looked as obedient as before. It was as if the cold shadow crawling out of the dead made Woodworth, who was already withered by the curse, look a little hysterical.

Although he had already had this hunch when Woodworth asked the question, when he actually faced it——

Morgan's eyes narrowed, but the magic that had been condensed in her hands dissipated at the last moment. She considered Woodworth's body at this time and failed to repel the dog she raised from her body.

However, Woodworth's vigorous pounce was beyond Morgan's calculation, and she was pushed down from the Amyrlin by the huge force.

But Woodworth didn't stop there.

"Kill you, kill you!" "How dare we use the two thousand years of loyalty of the Fang clan and the one thousand years of loyalty of me as a laughing stock!"

"You have no love! There is no love at all! Witch! You are not a queen at all!"

"Fuck, die, die, die, die!"

"I am...the one who should be the king of Britain!"

He tore Morgan's body apart step by step, even if it was a candle in the wind, even if he woke up with only half of his body left for some reason, his power was still the pinnacle of Britain. Under the influence of the curse, Woodworth The blows on Morgan's body seemed to let out all the anger.

But his overstretched body still dragged him back. Blood dripped from his mouth and dripped onto Morgan's body as he coughed. The fist that was about to fall subconsciously covered his mouth.

Just this moment of hesitation allowed Morgan to find an opportunity.

Morgan raised one hand, and under Woodworth's frightened eyes that turned dark purple due to the curse, no magic was produced, and touched his forehead.

"The eyes were bloodshot and really ugly."

Woodworth's pupils shrank, and his movements that were about to resist became stiff.

"Morgan..."

"However, young hero. Even so, your hair is still beautiful."

"His Majesty……"

"How could it be possible? How could I-"

Woodworth suddenly trembled and staggered away.

"If you don't tell me, I won't understand -"

He felt the temperature on his cheek, it was just a mysterious feeling.

"No, please don't touch me, Your Majesty! My body is full of Morse's poison..."

Woodworth twitched, trying to stand up, but eventually collapsed to the ground.

At this time, finally the first goblin dared to speak out:
"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, as long as you are safe and sound - please return to the Amyrlin, the rebels are still there."

"You don't need to say anything." But his words only earned Morgan a scolding. She leaned on the Staff of King's Choice and propped herself up, but her tone hesitated again: "The Amyrlin...help me back to the Amyrlin."

"Yes, please use your power to your fullest! Only in this way can you be worthy of being the ruler of Britain!"

boom!
The fire suddenly appeared and the smoke dispersed.

As soon as the approaching goblin approached, blood suddenly burst out from his chest, and he lay on his back on the ground.

"No, there is no need to return to the throne, because you are no longer qualified."

Following this voice, another person leisurely walked out of the secret passage, followed by more than a dozen fully armed knights. He walked to the position where Woodworth collapsed and raised his arms. The large embroidered robe slipped off, revealing the small pistol in his hand.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Four gunshots were fired in a row, and the metal bullet, which was deadly poison to goblins, pierced Woodworth's body. Suddenly, the body that had been breathing slightly before stopped heaving with blood.

"Spriggan! You actually killed the clerk! Are you planning to rebel like Noknare?" The goblin in the audience screamed, but when Spriggan pointed the black hole of the gun at him He also stopped talking.

At this time, Sprigan turned the gun back and pointed it at Morgan.

Morgan was not surprised at all: "You must be the one who leads the way for Woodworth."

"of course."

"Are you tired of living for too long, Woodworth? Today, you actually actively desire to be shattered." Morgan's King's Chosen Staff lit up with fluorescence.

Although he was pushed off the Amyrlin by Woodworth, it was enough for Morgan to still have one finger to deal with these guys.

"Speaking of which, you may not believe it, but in fact, it was Woodworth who found me and asked me to bring him to you, and I actually picked up this child in Gloucester."

As Spriggan opened his mouth, the knight behind him walked to the front carrying a limp pale girl.

The light on Morgan's Staff of King's Choice stopped, but at this moment, two knights were approaching at high speed behind her.

But Morgan just stared ahead at the girl who was held like a doll in the knight's hands.

"...Bavanshi..."

This was Morgan's soft cry.

puff!

This is the sound of a long sword piercing flesh.

　Morgan is too strong, so strong that I can't even arrange a reasonable way to die. I can only use plot killing like the original plot.
　　(End of this chapter)