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

Chapter 497 Wild Hyacinth Flowers from the Past
The air became hot and restless at this moment.

When everything calmed down again, the floating dust combined with the blood mist to form a vast miasma. It was hard to imagine that anyone could survive in this place, which was like being attacked by a meteorite.

But in the center of the mist that was so thick that it seemed to ooze blood, a human figure appeared at this moment, with manic and peaceful magic surging through his body.

Menechelle frowned slightly as she looked at the scene in front of her.

Even though he had tried his best to conserve the structure of the tower, he still almost flattened the top floor of the bell tower.

Looking around, in the collapsed building, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu could no longer be seen. They were probably completely shattered by the sword just now.

The warm air blew across his cheeks, bringing with it the breath of the battlefield.

"ended."

Standing on the bell tower, Menechelle looked at the entire territory of Camelot. There were rotten curses everywhere. Not far away, the dirty white giant looming in the black curse layer was trampling on the earth wantonly, spreading throughout Britain. In such a situation, not a single goblin survived within his range of perception.

The world has come to an end, and in about a quarter of an hour, the curse layer on Cornunos's body will completely erupt, destroying the Fairy Kingdom and the entire history of pan-humanity.

"Ai, I did what you didn't do."

He looked at the world filled with death and ruin. However, the name that Ai called him came to mind.

Brave.

He is the brave man who takes up the holy sword and saves the world.

He was asked by Ai that if Ai's holy spear could not kill Cornunnos, then use her body to complete the tour and use the holy sword to cut off the curse of the curse to avoid the destruction of Britain in the history of pan-humanity.

However, the savior who betrayed his mission after experiencing this bloody dark fairy tale should not be believed in him, he is the rotten hero.

"Kill everyone, clean up the curse, and allow more branches of civilization to continue. Only in this way can all civilizations be prevented from being polluted."

"This is salvation."

The hot wind blew again, and in the unchanging gray world, a bright blue color came with the wind.

Blue flowers are the color of the sky in his memory, wild hyacinth flowers.

A flower that symbolizes igniting life and separation.

He stretched out his hand to twist the flower, but what he got was a cold touch.

This is not a real flower, but a small flower-shaped hair accessory made into a flower shape by the exquisite forging skills of the Earth Clan fairies.

He remembered that this was the hair accessory that Artoria had entrusted to Fujimaru Ritsuka before she finished making the sword.

but……

“It’s a perfect ending to this journey.”

Suddenly, his smile froze, and he thought, if Fujimaru Ritsuka should have been annihilated by his fatal sword, how could he have left behind such an ordinary little item?

It was only when he realized this that Menechiel took up his sword.

But the attack comes from underfoot.

In the bell tower that was riddled with holes during the battle, dazzling golden light burst out from every inch of the cracks throughout the tower almost at the same time. The golden light went up layer by layer from the inside, decomposing the tower body at the molecular level, and the tower body was silently annihilated and turned into powder scattered in the air.

Menechiel, who lost his foothold, was forced to jump from the bell tower. His feet stepped into the black tide of the curse, and the curse was isolated in the high-heat magic.

Among the shattered tower debris, Menechelle saw countless bright blue hair ornaments slowly falling from the dust, but before they were about to be swallowed by the black curse tide, a light appeared between the cases of the hair ornaments. The golden light.

Not only the hair accessories, but also the nearly collapsed building in the distance, and black ripples nearby. Except for Menechelle, who stood in the center of the black tide, everything around her was covered in this layer of gold.

The black tide composed of curses, the dust floating in the air, and the blue hair accessories falling in the dust all stopped flowing under this golden power at this moment.

A clear female voice that was solemn, commanding, and undeniably majestic sounded in the suddenly open space.
"--If the rest of pan-human history is implicated by Sefalu, then do you intend to destroy them all? If all branches of pan-human history are threatened by Sefalu, will you cut off the entire branch? Is this the ultimate weapon of the planet? Is this the hero appointed by the savior, Ash, who tried to save this country that should have died long ago?"

"Even if you get the holy sword, you don't think about how to defeat Sefalu, and you don't want to believe that future generations have the strength to deal with Yusei. You blindly escape. Are you afraid of being beaten by Sefalu?"

"So, saying rotten is not an insult to you, Holy Sword User. Your behavior even makes me reluctant to call you by your name." Menechelle didn't even blink for a moment, but suddenly she saw a plain white palm. At some point, the hair ornament of the wild hyacinth flower was caught in mid-air.

"Parting and the end are just flowery language under the misinterpretation of Fairy Britain. In the history of pan-humanity, it has a better meaning."

"Joy, happiness, everlasting memory, burning love."

"None of this can be overcome by your light words of end."

Under the pure white robe is a bright silver armor, wearing a small pure gold crown, a bunch of unruly hair raised up, the long golden hair is restrained by a blue hairband, but still scattered around the waist. Open, she is like a white lotus blooming proudly. Just standing here dispels the curse around her, forming a vacuum zone where no curse exists.

"You are……"

Whether judging from his own spiritual base fragments or his own memories, this appearance was that of the prophesied child, but the look on his face at this moment made him hesitate to confirm it.

and--

Didn’t she finish her tour and forge a sword with her own body?
"Artoria..."

Hearing this call, Menechel froze.

Because he saw that behind Artoria was the Master of Pan-Human History who he believed had died under his sword.

And in the arms of the girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka, there lay the purple-haired shield user covered in blood. Her magic power was very weak, and her breathing was unheard. Even opening her eyes, let alone fighting, was nothing to her at this time. It was a challenge, but it was only relieved by Artoria's magic.

But it is undeniable that the girl named Mashu is still alive.

Right in front of Menechelle, Arturia, who was sure that Mash was out of danger, looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka tenderly: "Thanks to you and Mash for not giving up until the last moment, I was able to rely on your enthusiasm Came from Paradise.”

The damaged black scales on Menechelle's body fell off, and then were replaced with a new layer of dragon scale armor: "Are you the reinforcement that Merlin mentioned?"

Feeling the gradually loosening magic in the air, Menechelle's tense heartstrings relaxed.

That's it...

It is true that his slashes cannot be defended. When the sword power accumulated to an unprecedented level, the condition of "death at one touch" was almost achieved. However, that is only a law that applies to the surface world.

At the same time as his slash fell, Artoria brought the Star Inner Sea located inside the world to the surface in a form similar to an inherent barrier.

His Noble Phantasm indeed regards this escape as defense, but in the Star Inner Sea where there is no concept of death, subsequent damage cannot be used.

"Yes, Suzheng, the Paradise Fairy of the Inner Sea of ​​Stars."

"It's me, not a big shot, just a village girl. But now, I am the savior."

Seeing Artoria's methods, Menechelle said: "You don't need to stop me. Before this, they have denied more than one world. And their world has come to an end in my opinion. I want to It’s just what they did before.”

"But I can't let him have no hometown, right?" Artoria responded calmly.

Under Fujimaru Ritsuka's hopeful gaze, and under Menechel's solemn gaze——

Arturia closed the hand holding the hair ornament, and then, a halo of light bloomed between her palms.

The gold and blue inverted scabbard was stretched in her palm, forming the shape of a staff of choice. On the staff of choice, a wild hyacinth flower floated silently.

"You should have rescued Lancelot together." Menechelle said: "I was raised as a [single weapon]. You can't win one on one."

"They have completed their mission well. They have consumed both of your swords."

——Has it been seen?

Menechelle was a little surprised.

but--

"Previously, even three against one could not win in my hands." Menechelle raised his sword, and the bloody light lit up again as the magic power gathered. He realized that his words seemed to be too much, but he did not think that Meaning: "And now that I'm familiar with this spiritual base, you have no chance of winning."

"It's useless to talk more. Come on, coward." Her eyes were calm: "It's still three against one."

　There was no time to mourn the death of the First Knight of the Round Table, so the one who immediately rushed to the battlefield was Britain's most powerful magician, Artoria Castor.
　　(End of this chapter)