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

Chapter 489: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Memories of Spring
The painful price at the end gave this short mountain climbing journey a sad background, and the closer we got to the top of the mountain, the more depressed the atmosphere became.

Artoria's memories were covered in hypocrisy and cold gray. The goblin who took her in had forced her to do things she didn't want to do since she could remember. She didn't even dare to ask for her favorite hair accessories out of fear. It was confiscated, and until the end, the villagers were still plotting to sell Artoria to the Queen's Army in exchange for greater value.

This made Menechelle think that even if Artoria knew the truth about forging the sword, she would not make the same choice as Ash. Artoria had never felt a sense of belonging to this land.

Mashu's eyes clearly showed a look of unbearability. She wanted to call out to Artoria, but she murmured a few times and did not speak. At this time, Artoria had disappeared again.

Mashu set up a shield and protected Fujimaru Ritsuka and Menechelle behind him.

"I'm afraid this is the last test." Menechelle assessed the distance to the altar on the top of the mountain and made a judgment: "The obstacles that appear this time may be related to the pilgrimage."

In the first three memory manifestations, Artoria's entire life from her birth to her journey has been displayed in front of them. The next one should be the memory of the tour.

——Is it Jörmungandr, Gareth, or Arturia herself dressed up.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also stared ahead with full vigilance, waiting for the appearance of the same black Morse as before.

The little white beast curled up into a ball on her shoulder and rubbed against Fujimaru Ritsuka, and an elegant male voice sounded in her ears:

"Don't worry too much, that kind of bad thing will stop at [Memory of Summer]. [Memory of Spring] is purely composed of happy things in the hearts of the fairies in Paradise. So... the enemy that may appear is a huge delicacy Sort of like that. All in all, it’s probably a fairly easy obstacle to pass.”

salsa.

The grass made a sound of being crushed. Unlike the twisted black monsters that jumped out of the bushes in the past, this time the sound came from the altar on the top of the hill.

Click, click.

The sound of armor clashing came from afar, and then directly in front of them, a figure stood there openly. The broad armor and the broad-bladed sword as high as a person completely blocked the sun's rays.

Ma Xiu, who was standing at the front, was the first to see the person clearly. Even without looking at the face, the weapon alone was enough to identify the person: "That is..."

"Hey..." Fujimaru Ritsuka quietly approached the little white beast on his shoulder: "Didn't you say it would be easy?"

Fufu's mouth opened, looking frightened.

The big sword fell to the ground, and the sword edge sank into the soil. The man came with bare hands. Different from the memories that had been manifested in the past, he was not just a blurry black outline of Morse's shadow. His facial features, hair, eye color, and even armor The colors are no different from the original.

"It's Mr. Saber Menechelle!"

Mashu raised his shield upwards, but quickly deflected it to the side. The defense had no effect on the enemy in front of him.

However, Saber Menechelle did not attack as soon as she saw her, unlike previous memory embodiments.

Clang!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed was heard, and at some point a pale figure had already approached the opponent sideways, with a cold light piercing the opponent's throat.

But the sword struck the old man who had raised his arm, and the blade penetrated the armor and penetrated the flesh. However, the arm suddenly tightened its muscles and turned around to grab the sword. But Menechelle reacted very quickly and immediately let go, but before he could make any other move, he had already received a solid kick in the chest.

boom!
The excessive force caused him to fly forward, the soft armor on his chest exploded, and he rolled to the ground several times before he came to an awkward stop.

"Ok?"

Standing there, the manifested Menechelle raised his arm and looked at the wound where no blood flowed out, only golden dust spilled out.

"Speaking..." Mashu was halfway out of the rush but stopped because of this tiny moan: "Can we communicate?" Mashu felt hope in his heart. According to Chaldea's record of the opponent's spiritual base's maximum output, if it could be incorporated, it might be possible to eliminate the body of Cornunnos without the need to forge a sword.

"Don't take it for granted - the embodiment of memory is not the original body, and Artoria can't come back unless he defeats him." The old knight who was kicked in the front stood up, his chest was fine except for some bruises. .

"Memory is embodied. This way, I will show that I have disappeared but will still stand here." Not far away, the first knight in armor pulled out his sword and threw it back to the vulnerable old man. He looked at the other person deeply again.

Logically speaking, he should have broken the defense with one kick and killed him with two kicks just now, but judging from the opponent's state, he was fine.

However, that shouldn't be what he wants to focus on now.

"It seems that I have become an obstacle in front of you and Artoria." After speaking, the embodiment of Menechelle frowned: "No, maybe I can't tell whether I am the person I am now."

"Forget it, I can't control that much anymore." With a bang, the red armor on his body disintegrated, revealing the soft armor underneath: "Let's do it."

"Sorry."

Magic power was injected into the knight's sword, and the sword emitted a pure black color that was almost non-reflective.

"Cut the nonsense."

The body lying backward exploded before hitting the ground, golden dust flew into the air, and the sword had no feeling of hitting a living creature at all. As he had guessed, this was a creation embodied by Artoria's memory, and it was no different from the Morse that appeared before.

The reason why colors appeared, the reason why it was no longer born in the image of a monster, and the reason why it was possible to make such a choice is probably because this is what Arturia believes from the bottom of her heart.

Golden dust floated before his eyes, and strange memories flowed through his mind like lightning.

"This is……"

Guides to the South Plains, shopping in Salisbury, shopping in Gloucester, anecdotes about the River of Tears in Oxford, gift-giving in Norwich, rescues from Camelot's boondoggles, and more in places that cannot be named More things happened, scenes and scenes of memories flashed before my eyes. Every bit and every drop, there was Menechel from the history of pan-humanity, and joy almost overflowed from the scene.

"Paradise Fairy's Memory of Spring."

This is a happy memory that carries the wonderful past of Paradise Demon. Or maybe it was the part of her short life that she missed and cherished the most.

"What's wrong?" At this time, Arturia came from behind, and the corners of her mouth raised lightly: "Everyone's mood is very strange. But I just had a very comfortable dream."

No one answered her.

"The place located on that hill is the chosen place. In that case, let us——"

"Artoria!"

This time it was Fujimaru Ritsuka who spoke: "Let's go back."

"No." Artoria shook her head: "We have already come this far."

She pointed to the altar in the distance.

"And, on this tour, I'm very satisfied."

(End of this chapter)