The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

And it can exude such an ominous and heavy atmosphere.

"Disaster..."

Artoria stared at the red clouds gushing out there, and her tone became wavering:

"The second disaster!"

Due to the blockade, the update was delayed. This chapter will compensate everyone.

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Chapter 470: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: Empty Hatred

below the sky.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the sky.

Just now, she only saw a flash of white light between the goblin Tristan and Beryl, and then along with the smoke, a sharp claw bigger than a house slapped Beryl away, and then he flew away. Under her horrified gaze, large swaths of black and red smoke spewed out from the body of the little pink fairy.

From that small moment, dragon claws, dragon heads, dragon wings, and dragon tails emerged.

The behemoth, hundreds of meters long, crushed the ground, burying everything below it the moment it appeared.

"That is……"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips trembled.

At this time, with the strong air current, the black smoke was blown away, revealing the giant beast inside.

"Miss Fairy Menechelle?"

Matthew's tone was filled with disbelief.

Because what she saw was still the slender black dragon, but unlike the Western black dragon in her memory, which had both strength and beauty, the body of the fairy Menechelle was too long at this time, which made her look extra special. of slenderness.

The scales were no longer smooth, but were like raised thorns that were sparsely stuck to the body. The strangest thing about the change was the pair of wings. The broken wings were covered with tooth marks from wild beasts. They were hanging on the body, making people worry that they would fall off immediately if they exerted more force. The smell of decay came to my face.

"What happened? Why did it become like this?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a step forward, but didn't wait for her to speak.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared, and the scales on its body began to jump loosely.

Click!

The scales howled, and cracks appeared from them.

Click click click!

——Like a butterfly breaking through the chrysalis. The crack was expanding, and in an instant it expanded to the entire body of the dragon.

The broken scales were stretched open bit by bit from both sides, as if something was about to poke out from the dragon's skin.

"Senior, be careful!"

Mashu set up a shield and stood in the front.

Clang!

There was a loud noise from the shield, and Mashu roared and lifted the shield with force.

But the sword struck from the side before the falling meteor collided with the shield.

boom!

The sword sank into the black diamond-shaped object, knocking it off its original channel. It bypassed the heads of the Chaldeans from the side and landed on the ground.

In the smoke and dust raised, Ma Xiu saw clearly what it was.

It was a dragon head that was three times the size of her body. It was the head of the fairy Menechelle in her dragon form.

On the head, only a hollow shell was left, like a shed snake skin, with only the life force left.

"Are these... the scales of Fairy Lady Menechelle?"

Matthew thought of something and raised her head.

In the sky, the dragon's body exploded, and among the countless fragments tilting downward, those scales were blocked by the azure magic barrier that suddenly spread out in mid-air before they could hit the ground.

"It's going to shed its skin."

"Artoria! And Mr. Muramasa!" Fujimaru Ritsuka saw the red-haired young man who was not conspicuous among the ruins at a glance. The opponent stretched out his hand, and the sword that had just been inserted into the dragon scale flew back. Caught in his hands again.

"This is no longer an occasion we can handle."

At that height and distance, Altria's magic couldn't even touch it.

In the sky, a pure black, slender, stream-like body broke out of the shell.

It is black without a trace of color. Just looking at it will make you feel that your soul will be sucked away by it. It hovers its body, and its nearly kilometer long body covers the entire sky. Just in terms of body length, the disaster of the beast is there. Everything in front of it seemed to have turned into a small black dog.

Such a posture, such a physique.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had seen it once in the swamp of the Lake District. At that time, half of its body was still in the swamp, and it was not covered with the flowing black curse but only the sludge of the swamp.

It only has such a figure in its infancy. If it really waits for it to swallow enough goblins and fully develop, it might really be able to swallow the entire world.

"We have to find the sixth Pilgrim Bell."

……

In the sky, where the head of the black creature was, two red lights flashed.

Its expressionless scarlet eyes gazed peacefully downward.

The burning city, the raging black dogs, body parts and meat everywhere, and blood intertwined with each other.

But all of this was ignored. All it could see was the fast-moving azure figure on the ground.

--what is that?

With its poor reason at this time, it was unable to think about this problem at all, but the feeling of emptiness coming from the hollow in its abdominal cavity gave it the desire to eat.

Immediately following was a gaping, ferocious mouth.

Jörmungandr spit out black meteors from his mouth, and the black flames turned into meteor showers and tilted down towards the earth below.

boom!

The first meteorite was blocked by a rising blue barrier ten meters above the ground. But the magical barrier that provided a sense of security did not last even for a second. Even before the second meteorite hit, the lake-blue magic power in the place where it was hit was burned by black flames and melted into the most basic ether. The meteorite He continued to fall towards the ground unabated.

It fell in front of Artoria who was completely unresponsive. If Artoria took another step forward, she would probably be smashed into pieces.

This made Artoria's face look ugly.

"The black flames will consume my magic - magic has no effect on it! Dodge! Dodge!"

She loudly reminded her companions behind her.

But the subsequent meteors had already passed through the magic barrier set up by Artoria.

boom! boom! boom!

Meteors may hit the ground, causing sparks to burn on the ground, or may hit the walls of houses, decomposing the materials in just the blink of an eye.

Boom boom boom boom!

It was so dense that it seemed like there was only one sound left in the world. With the crazy bombing, the rocks turned into juice, the street lamps turned into molten iron, and the houses turned directly into ashes.

There is no way to hide from such a dense offensive.

If you just say that, you may not have a real sense of it, but in the world that is now smoked into black and red, from the perspective of Gareth's senses, the more appropriate description is - in the sky above his head. In the middle, a hundred-meter-long scarlet crack opened, and layers of black meteors fell out of the dark red, covering the entire sky of Gloucester.

Such a thought arose in Gareth's mind. The shadow of death covered all her and their escape routes. Even if they ran at full speed, they would never be able to escape such an attack.

The meteor came to her in the blink of an eye, and at the end of her field of vision was the shadow that suddenly rose from below.

next moment.

The blazing beam of light shot straight down from the clouds and collided with the towering soil. The black halo produced by the overwhelming turbulent explosion of magic power seemed to tear the entire land into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the freely flowing black and red magic power shattered everything, as if everything was a painting floating in the pool. As the stopper was pulled out, the painting followed the whirlpool of the water and turned into a mess.

All that was left on the spot were the dark traces of being cut off.

In front of the raging black flames, these things have no magic power and can only drift with the meteorites to burn their own time and space.

The scattered aftereffects of magic scattered in the surrounding mud and ruins, labeling the surrounding area with extinction. The strong shock wave was unstoppable, and the huge magic bombardment with a radius of more than 500 meters directly enveloped Gloucester. The magic whirlpool like a giant tornado made a huge depression with a radius of 500 meters in Gloucester, as if someone had dug out the entire space with a huge spoon and eaten it.

Rider Menechelle Elf Knight/Jörmungandr character card has been updated related to this book

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Chapter 471: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Prophecy of the Mirror Fairy

Gareth has the power of prophecy, an ability she has mastered from unknown time. Without her control, every time she activates it, she will suddenly fall into a dream, as if following a certain pattern.

In this pure white space, Gareth can accurately "see" what will happen in the future every time. Whether it was Menechel-senpai being eaten by a dragon or being attacked by an enemy close at hand, it would all happen like in a dream. Gareth will try her best to avoid a bad future every time, and she will use her own actions to change those bad things that happen.

Gareth knew that this was her spiritual world. She came here again under the massive bombing of the Sky Disaster just now.

But, but, this time is the exception.

Ninety-nine times.

No matter how she simulated it, no matter what actions she made, whether it was moving forward, fighting, or pulling everyone to hide next to the fairy Lancelot. Gareth tried everything she could think of, but the future seemed to be doomed.

In such a desperate city, she witnessed everything with her own eyes. First, Artoria was eaten by a mouth falling from the sky, and then Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, Ezequiel, and Chiko Muramasa. She could only watch helplessly as her companions were buried in the belly of snakes, or bitten to pieces by countless black dogs.

She was angry, she roared, she was helpless to watch this scene, the tears accumulated in her eyes blocked her sight.

The simulations continued again and again, the failures continued again and again, and Gareth returned to the starting point again and again.

The hundredth time.

It was still in a sea of ​​smoke, blood, red, and stinking fire.

The vision was unusually blurry, probably due to the overdraft of mental energy caused by excessive predictions.

Only in such a devastated sea of ​​​​fire, can you still vaguely smell the burning smell of the flames coming from the image.

——Did the prophecy fail?

"Hey."

Following that voice, among all the flames, only a safe gap was left in front of Gareth's eyes. There, there was a vaguely standing figure, wearing tight armor, holding a knight's sword in one hand, and with neat short hair. At this time, he turned his head slightly and looked at her kneeling on the ground: "No need. Thank me."

The man's mouth opened and closed, and unlike his appearance, which seemed to be shrouded in a pale veil, the man's voice was unusually clear.

But Gareth couldn't help but widen his eyes as he listened.

"What I can do is what I can do. This is what I will do even if you don't ask me to do it."

"In the same way, you also have things you can do, and only you can do it. It's not okay to entrust this part to others. The only one who can do that kind of thing is yourself. If you don't hide it in your heart If you do, you will definitely regret it at some point in the future.”

——It turned out to be that time.

She finally remembered why these words felt familiar, she finally remembered when she had heard these almost identical words, and Gareth finally remembered who he was.

"Ainsel."

The voice still continued.

"You are weak and clumsy, but you are far from hopeless. The fact that you will suffer and cry because of what you have done is the best proof. But the only thing that can save you at any time is You yourselves, this is the premise that will never change. If you want to be saved, you have to take the initiative and change yourself. If you can't even do this, how can you deserve a miracle? "

Yes, she finally remembered why she chose to be reincarnated into the next generation after leaving such a prophecy.

"Ah, so that's what happened. You died in my place and entrusted your life to me. My friend Mira, do you even believe in me like this?"

The Mirror Fairy with the ability to predict is not omnipotent. Even a great fairy like her has unpredictable things - their predictions are just warnings from their future selves to their present selves. They cannot predict what they have not The future they have seen - they cannot predict what will happen after their death.

He thought of Mira, who was both his junior and his friend. For her illusory and unrealistic idea, he was willing to take the place of [Einsel] who should have died and rush to the fate of death. In fact, at that time, he must have So confused too.

A painful smile appeared on Gareth's lips: "My friend Mira, I think I probably know what I should do."

……

After the aftermath of the explosion, among the debris of charred plant roots, Gareth raised her head, blood dripping from the wound on her forehead into the mud beneath her.

As her body slowly rose, the sawdust falling on her body fell away bit by bit. Looking around, the surroundings are full of withered tree trunks burning with black flames. In the center of this scorched earth, only half of the tall trees are left but can still be said to reach straight into the sky. In the explosion of the meteorites just now, It was this big tree that suddenly rose into the sky that blocked most of the damage for her.

Under the giant tree, there were black scorched ash bulges one after another, and several figures underneath were revealed.