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

Chapter 484: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: The Brave (Rewards will be added)

A white, ominous creature with furry fur was exposed to the air for the first time.

Its existence seemed to carry a morbid curse, the sky was blackened in just an instant, and the light emitted from it seemed to be carrying some kind of fatal virus.

It can hardly be called a living thing anymore, because there is no trace of warmth coming from under the dirty fur.

"That's...the god I saw once in the mural..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at the dirty white color, with tiny pimples appearing on her skin.

"Hey, what is that..."

As if covered by a thick shadow filter, the exposed part of the behemoth was more than two thousand meters long. Anyone who comes into contact with that will become insane and start to rot.

The eroded black corruption slanted from its body, and it could be vaguely seen that whether it was an elf or a human who had just escaped from the ruins, it turned into a twisted and ominous Morse just by touching the black.

At this time, a little orange-red light layer appeared on the dirty white fur, and a terrifying high fever began to spread from its body.

Artoria reacted immediately.

"Matthew! Use the Noble Phantasm!"

She held the Rod of Choice in one hand, and the magic quickly acted on her and Mash. And almost the next moment after her magic was completed, the orange layer spread out in an explosion!
His vision was first deprived of him for a moment, and then, he seemed to be exiled into the boundless void.

In the middle of the blank space, the blue barrier held up by Artoria looked extremely small.

despair--

A stupid black palm print was slapped on the blue barrier, and pure white smoke flew from the palm print, as if it was about to corrode through the barrier, but this was just the beginning.

despair! despair! Ta-ta-ta!
More and more dense palm prints slapped on the barrier, almost dyeing the blue magic power into black. Not only the front, but every direction, and even the feet were crowded with this terrifying black at some point.

——That is a cursed tsunami that will flood the whole of Britain!
"Mash! In the name of the Command Seal! Release the Noble Phantasm!"

The magnificent glorious city wall replaced the dense black, and a strong vacuum zone was created around it.

But after doing all this, it has reached its limit.

The phantom of the city wall suddenly collapsed, and the shield hit the ground feebly. Mashu almost arched his body without any strength. Fortunately, he was supported by Qianzi Muramasa, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, and did not fall down.

drip-

A clear electronic sound came from Mashu's body, and then a light screen popped out from the dress on her chest.

A giant eye that takes up half the screen appears first.

"That's great, Ritsuka, Mashu, it's great that you are both dead."

That eye began to move back, and it was Da Vinci who had returned to Storm Border not long ago.

"There are also Senko Muramasa, Percival, and Artoria. It's also nice to see you again."

"Dear Da Vinci, has the communication been restored?"

"Well, just recovering - let the professionals come and talk to you."

Da Vinci suddenly left the light screen and was replaced by a soft male face. Holmes asked: "Miss. Fujimaru, we have located your location and will pick you up as soon as possible. But before that, what happened on your side? There were a lot of curse-level reactions."

"Hey, as a local, shouldn't you know something?" Qianzi Muramasa asked Percival, who also had a dull look on his face, but undoubtedly received only a numb shake of the head.

"Damn it - the blue guy must know something, it's all his fault! Who made him die so early!"

"That should be what Morgan wants to guard against." "Huh?" Thousand Sons Muramasa turned his head and saw Artoria. Her blue beret was blown away by the strong wind just now, and her golden hair was flying in the wind. She held the staff of choice in one hand and looked at the huge white color slowly climbing up from the large cave in the distance.

He did have the demeanor of a savior, but there was no determination in those eyes, but hesitation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but worry: "Artoria..."

"It doesn't matter, I am the son of the prophecy... I will tell you why the tour has never been used. Is it here?"

"There's no way around it... After all, who made me the child of prophecy?" She took a step forward.

"I advise you not to do this, Artoria, are you really ready to die?"

Everyone's eyes, including Artoria's, were attracted by this voice. This was not the voice of anyone present.

The man wearing thin leather armor stepped on the muddy curse, but he approached from a distance as if he were walking on flat ground. He was holding a broken sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword was still stained with purple-black Morse residue, indicating that his journey was not smooth sailing. In the old man's other hand, he was holding a hat, which was the one that had been struck by the strong wind earlier. Artoria's beret was blown away, but unlike the sword, it was spotless.

"Ezequiel, are you still alive?" Fujimaru Ritsuka said in surprise. She always thought that the other party had died in the previous crusade against Camelot.

But Chiko Muramasa stretched out his hand to stop Fujimaru Ritsuka. Chiko Muramasa looked at him covered in curses but didn't care, and already held the sword in his other hand.

"I'm sorry, I've always been alive, but I came so late because I had to deal with some personal matters."

But the old man didn't take it seriously. He jumped over several people, came to Artoria, and put the beret back on her head.

"That thing cannot be made up for by human power alone."

"Originally, that guy Grimm was supposed to tell you about this, but he unexpectedly left the stage willfully. So, I had to fill the vacancy."

"Ezequiel, what do you want to say?" Qianzi Muramasa looked at the other party. From the eyes that were so bright that they didn't look like an old man, Qianzi Muramasa couldn't see anything.

But Ezequiel ignored him and looked at Artoria.

"You actually know what the so-called tour is, right?"

Looking at the smiling mouth of the other party, Arturia bit her lower lip, hesitating but still nodding slowly.

"What are you talking about-"

"That's it."

Holmes's voice on the screen cuts into the conversation. He looked at the old man with a clear look in his eyes: "I thought it was Oberon, but I didn't expect it was you."

"Hello, detective from correct history." Ezequiel nodded to him.

"Holmes?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the screen with confusion.

"Miss. Fujimaru, do you still remember the truth about this lost belt that I told you?"

"The country constructed by fairies does not have human civilization, so naturally it cannot be said to carry the corresponding heroic spirits. But there are exceptions to everything. First, as long as the heroic spirits that existed before the error occurred will not be affected - of course this almost impossible."

"The second point is that in this Lost Belt, there is someone active here under the name of a certain heroic spirit. Although Jormungandr was once named the Elf Knight Menechel, but that was After Menethiel Saber was summoned, that is to say, before that, probably during the Fairy Calendar, [Menethiel] already existed.”

"Then..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's breathing gradually became slower, and in the end she almost forgot to breathe.

"Travelers from a certain history, I'm sorry to have kept it secret for so long. Then please allow me to reintroduce myself——"

"My real name is not Ezequiel."

"Menechiel Sardisius - this is the name given to me by the Paradise Fairy of the previous generation, the savior Ash."

　Regarding the fact that Ezequiel is Menechiel, who was named by Morgan in the Lost Belt, the previous article hinted at more than one place. For example, he was a human who escaped from Camelot. He was imprisoned in the Vault City. He was against Jörmungandr's natural approachability, and most obviously, the first words Ezequiel said when he appeared were the first words Morgan said to him: "Someone once told me that keeping a straight face will bring luck." It’s getting worse.” (From Chapter 24 of this volume, “Aren’t all those you call Menechiel traitors?”)
　　Of course, there are also people who don’t even care about this and can guess that this old man is Menechelle from the Lostbelt. After all, he is the protagonist after all.
　　(End of this chapter)