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

Chapter 483 The betrayal savior and the rotten hero

The news of the queen's death echoed throughout every corner of Camelot City along with the bells of victory. In fact, no one needed to remind them that when the clones of Morgan disappeared from every corner of Camelot, You can vaguely guess a thing or two.

It only took less than a quarter of an hour from imminent defeat to turning the tide. Most of the soldiers even received the good news of victory on the way to escape. The great news of winning the war spread to the ears of every surviving rebel as the northern fairies rushed to tell each other. Suddenly, the city of Camelot was enveloped in a strange excitement, and even the usually calm goblin couldn't hold back his temper at this time.

But in such an atmosphere, no one would notice a white moth flying above their heads. Putting aside why there was such a flying insect in Camelot, which had just been nearly completely destroyed by Morgan's bombing, the white moth was not moving aimlessly with the wind. It had a clear purpose, heading straight towards the front of the Royal City of Camelot. Fly sideways.

boom!
In the white smoke, Oberon appeared with obvious burns on his body. He looked around the surroundings with sharp eyes. Fortunately, the soldiers who were immersed in joy did not come to this remote and strange corner.

"I heard that you were hit head-on by Morgan's magic in order to save Artoria."

On the other side of the white smoke, a somewhat suppressed male voice came.

"Well, after all, Artoria can't die easily before Morgan dies." Oberon was not surprised when he heard the voice. It would be better to say that he came to see this person: "Morgan died suddenly...it was you Did you do it?”

Oberon heard the sound of a sword returning to its sheath, and then a voice said, "I thought all this was your plan."

After reacting, Oberon felt his scalp numb - so, if he had just shown something strange, would the sword fall on him?
"If you think about it a little bit, you and her ideas are completely opposite to each other."

"Believe it or not, I never meant to hurt her."

"Of course, I believe you." Oberon said without hesitation. The other side seemed to fall into silence because of Oberon's words. In the end, it was Oberon himself who had to speak: "After Knocknare occupied the Amyrlin Seat, she only found Morgan's body. Where were the other goblins' bodies?"

"Throw it down together."

Oberon was astonished and looked at the bottomless underground cave below. It took him a long time before he smiled: "I thought you would be more ruthless. After all, in terms of actual age, my predecessor and I have He's not half as big as you when he's up...Did Morgan teach you [love]?"

"..."

"Then what are you going to do about Noknare? As expected, she should be the new king of Britain."

"The crown is a symbol of status, which makes a person superior to others, but the true meaning of the crown is that when disaster falls from the sky, the wearer will resist everything for the people, and always only let the people see golden hope. Nokenale also Not qualified.”

"That's very good. Morgan seems to have said something similar. Is there a template?" Oberon smiled maliciously.

"No, this was said by a later dramatist named Shakespeare."

Oberon's smile froze, and then he showed a disgusted look as if he had seen a pest: "I take it back, it's really a bad statement."

"..."

Oberon raised his eyebrows. He noticed that the other party seemed to be in a very depressed mood. Although he wanted to fiddle with it again, he would probably explode the other party.

"Morgan is dead, so our cooperation ends here. Goodbye, rotten hero."

"Wait a minute, Prince White Moth. I have one more thing to ask you for help."

"Don't call me that. Just hearing it makes you want to vomit."

"Then don't call me that."

……

It was three days after the Battle of Camelot ended. The city of Camelot, which was nearly destroyed by the war, had been repaired. Although it could not be restored to its original state in a short period of time, at least a place for the coronation ceremony was prepared.

One after another, goblins from all over Britain came to the royal capital to meet the new queen of the goblin kingdom, Nokenale.

At the inner city palace wall, the Chaldean group found Arturia, who was holding on to the palace wall and staring blankly into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

Noticing Fujimaru Ritsuka's approach, Artoria finally withdrew her gaze and showed a familiar bright smile: "You are here. Is it just you? Where is that lovely lady?"

"Leonardo Da Vinci has chosen a step to return to the ship, and we have to leave after participating in the crowning ceremony."

"Oh, so fast?" Arturia deliberately looked surprised. She tried her best to show that she was energetic, but her performance was so bad that even Matthew could see it.

"Miss Artoria, are you really okay?"

"fine."

The girl smiled and shook her head.

But in fact.

She was so sick that she wanted to vomit. She saw the dirty colors of the goblins in the city, and all kinds of ugliness were gathering towards the central hall, just like a hundred ghosts walking at night. In order to complete this so-called tour, she lost the goblins Menechelle and Gareth.

"I didn't expect that we actually did it."

"But I haven't put it to use at all, so I feel like the tour is completely meaningless."

——What on earth am I talking about.

Her eyes were sore, but she could feel herself smiling.

A trace of cold liquid slid down her cheek.

"Is it raining?" Fujimaru Ritsuka stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops that fell bit by bit: "We have to hurry up... huh? Artoria, what's wrong with you?"

She looked at it in confusion. At this time, Arturia seemed to be sick, her body was shaking constantly. She widened her eyes desperately, her pupils showing a strange kind of laxity.

The familiar chill swept through her body.

"Senior!" Matthew suddenly raised his big shield and protected everyone behind him: "Morse, many Morse suddenly appeared!"

"What's going on?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the black spots one after another on the plain in the distance: "Is the city wall broken? Why did Morse appear in Camelot?"

Arturia did not answer Fujimaru Ritsuka's question, and she did not even listen to the conversation between the two. Her eyes were only locked in one direction from beginning to end.

There is the original location of the palace.

There, the palace that stretches straight into the sky seems to be covered with a layer of delicate black.

Her body was shaking in an extremely slight arc, and her lips were pale in color.

His body seemed to be telling him that something seemed to be coming out of the large cave in the palace.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka! Mashu!"

At this time, someone's shout came from below the city wall. It was two figures, one red and one white, running from the crowned hall, Thousand Sons Muramasa and Percival.

After seeing the three people safe and sound, their faces clearly showed relief.

Chiko Muramasa and Percival waved and shouted to them: "Leave now!"

"The goblins are turning into Morse!"

But before the people above could react, a roar that almost shattered people's eardrums erupted from a distance.

Without any warning, a wave of air approached the place in an instant, knocking over the running Percival and Qianzi Muramasa.

Matthew reacted in time and blocked most of the impact with her shield, but the strong wind pressure still forced her to lie down.

"What's wrong, what happened! Who launched the attack?"

Beside Mash, Arturia stared blankly into the distance. The trembling of her body became more intense.

The strong wind did not let her close her eyes, and it was precisely because of this that she saw clearly what had just happened.

It was not because of someone launching a wide-area attack, but the sound of a black hand wrapped with an unknown shadow reaching out from the deepest part of the cave and hitting the wall of Camelot Palace.

The shaking sound continued, and more and more palms stretched out from the large cave. Arturia recognized those wriggling black shadows.

It was the gathering of disasters seen in Norwich, which was diverted by Morgan's water mirror.

That thing - is it just an arm?

A chilling feeling ran straight through Arturia's head. She thought of the "existence tax" that Morgan levied every year - could it be that what Morgan really wanted to guard against was [this] that was about to wake up at this time!
As more and more palms climbed up the palace wall, the palace that penetrated the sky suddenly shattered, but the black spots on the black palms jumped over the city wall and patted away the debris, passing through the earth like liquid toward this side. Spread over.

A larger shadow was pulled out of the ground.

　Thanks to the book friend Drowning Snake for the tip

　　(End of this chapter)