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

"Don't come near me again."

Menechel ignored her and reached out to hold the back of Altria's head, letting her bury her head in his chest.

"Have you talked enough about yourself?"

Menechel rarely showed his tough side towards Artoria, and he held down Artoria's head.

"Indeed, the Altria I know is not glamorous. She acts on impulse and pretends to be calm. She can't even control her emotions. She is not glamorous, but she will reach out to ordinary people who are in the mud."

The struggle of Altria's head in Menechel's arms gradually slowed down, and she suddenly felt a cold touch next to her earlobe.

"Back to you."

Looking up, she saw a gorgeous scabbard made of blue and white colors. This was the gift she had given away.

Altria took it subconsciously, and her mood visibly dropped.

"Don't think too much. I'm just here to pull you ashore." Menechel released his hand that was covering the back of Artoria's head. He took a few steps back and let Artoria go from his arms again.

Only then did Altria notice that the corpses piled beneath her had unknowingly decayed into a black fluid, and she was now in the center of this fluid that was as thick as black mud.

The light of Avalon emitted a glow like dusk at this moment, and this not-so-bright light blocked the curses around her.

Menechel stood in the surging black mud, but the waves made of mud passed through his body, and there was no trace of black left on his body. He looked at Artoria calmly, and Artoria was also looking at him.

The girl's cloudy golden pupils finally had some color.

"Does he, Menechel, think so?"

She looked at the man who had the same appearance as Menechel. The golden light emanating from him connected to the scabbard in his hand. She thought it was Avalon.

"That's what I thought."

Menechel did not show any surprise. He curled the corners of his mouth. The black mud quickly faded away under the erosion of the light on his body. In this cold malice, Artoria took another step. Menechel stretched out a hand, and Artoria also handed over the scabbard in her hand at the same time. Both hands grasped the sides of the scabbard. Menechel pulled the girl out of the turbidity with a little force, just like she handed him the bread that year.

Once he picked up a beam of sunshine, and now that dusk has arrived, he has come here to return it to the sun.

The surging mud stopped at this moment.

"I have one thing to say about your complaint just now - your choice has never been an opposition to me... and that's not the case either. If those fools in Camelot dare to choose another king against your will, I will deal with that fake and all the fools."

He's just not that strong anymore, not yet to the point where he can be bullied by everyone.

"What if it was my will?"

"Then there's no other choice. I have to run away with you." Menichel sat down and his body began to fade.

"Even if I cannot recognize my own heart until the end of my life?"

"Then I will keep waiting. No one can stay elegant forever. One day your heart will panic, feel happy, or feel shy. I will take advantage of that moment and swoop in."

Seeing the smile on Menechel's lips, Artoria also showed a long-lost peaceful smile.

"It sounds more like a curse than a promise, but it seems pretty good." Altria also sat down. She felt the call from the outside world.

The Holy Grail ceremony was over, and her body made of magic was about to dissipate, but her consciousness was still clear.

Perhaps the moment she realized that she couldn't transform into a spirit, Altria should have thought that she was not a Servant in the traditional sense.

Since she was the one who caused the trouble——

She looked at Minachell, who was already too blurry to be recognized: "Do you mind if I come to see you later?"

……

The sharp laughter that made people feel dizzy just by listening to it came from the clay doll without facial features, as if it was an echo from hell.

"This is... the Holy Grail?"

"Don't joke! Such filth does not exist in my treasure house!" Before Mash could continue to sigh, he heard Gilgamesh's loud shout. He hesitated for a while, and the dense golden light circles behind him gradually closed until only the one closest to his hand remained.

"Then I will reward you with the most luxurious death!" Archer moved his palm and this time took out something from the treasure house with his hand.

The alternation of red and black not only does not reveal the turbid color, but instead adds a mysterious color to it.

Although there was a hilt, the sword body was unusually without a tip. As Archer grasped the hilt, the sword body suddenly began to spin at high speed.

Archer glanced at Barbatos, who was much taller than him, with an almost contemptuous look. He raised his sword horizontally and pointed the rotating blade at the opponent's head from a distance.

"Telling the origin——"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Gilgamesh showed a look of astonishment on his face. The magical light column that was ready to be released in his hand floated upwards uncontrollably, and Gilgamesh's body began to decompose.

More and more golden dots of light floated from his elbows, around his body, and even from his head. Archer's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Za Xiu, you are really brave."

As if it heard Archer's curse, Barbatos lowered its head in confusion. It did not make any offensive moves, but laughed at the conceited king in silence.

Even if Archer has the ability to act independently, even if he is an extraordinary King of Heroes, he cannot change the fact that he is a Servant. No matter how invincible he is, he cannot be as unrestrained as he was in life.

Since they are servants, they cannot defy the rules of the Holy Grail—they are merely reflections of human history, and the moment the Holy Grail ceremony ends they will be uncontrollably rejected until they are eliminated.

The Demon Pillar Barbatos, who controlled the entire Holy Grail, had this ability. He racked his brains to devise a plan to deplete Dongmu's spiritual veins. What he wanted was this moment. Chaldeas had lost all the protection that had been in human history:

"——Destroy Chaldeas completely here!"

Gray-black mist emanated from its body surface and headed straight for Mashu, who had lost all her support.

A breath filled with corruption enveloped Mashu in a whistling sound. The girl's large shield was of no use at this moment, until the black and purple color completely covered everything around her.

Avalon's fragile white light seemed small and powerless, and away from its owner's scabbard it could only provide the most basic protection.

When the black smoke completely dissipated, Mashu... was still standing there unharmed, and the corrosive breath failed to penetrate the protection of Avalon.

"impossible!"

The crazy roar from the bottom of his heart was about to pierce everyone's eardrums. Barbatos violently swung his palm as big as a person at Mashu, and the surrounding magic became manic with his every move.

The slaps hitting the shield forced the girl to retreat continuously, but she was unable to break through the tiny line of defense.

"No way, no way, no way!"

Barbatos lowered his upper body, and when his entire body touched Mashu's shield, it turned into a surging liquid. The scattered mud flow squeezed the girl behind the shield from all directions.

The girl was like a small boat sailing in a storm, swaying left and right in the turbulent tide but never sinking.

"How can the scabbard of King Arthur be protected from corrosion even without it?"

The unexpectedly uneasy situation made Barbatos give up the idea of ​​playing around immediately. A beam of black light shot up into the sky from the mud, piercing through the boundary between heaven and earth.

In the black light, a flesh-colored column covered with blood-red eyeballs rose from the ground.

The true Demon Pillar Barbatos descended, and the black dirt on its surface was sprinkled drop by drop into the mud beneath it.

"Go to hell!"

A blood-red vicious beam of light flashed by, crossed in the air and split into three beams, bombarding the shield user who had nowhere to hide in the mud from different angles.

The golden torrent slashed from the side and swallowed up the three forked beams of light.

"It's easy, because I haven't retired yet."

The dark mud beneath her feet, the azure-green queen slowly approached. Her body also emitted a dusk-colored fluorescence, which helped her dispel the gloom around her.

Raising her face, the ugly figure of the Demon Pillar was reflected in Altria's emerald pupils.

The golden light that had been stored on her sword for a long time burst out. Artoria raised the sword tip above her head with both hands. The golden king sword was covered with a light blue shell as the magic power gathered.

Altria opened her closed eyes, and a holy white light shone from her hands. She whispered the name of her treasure and swung the royal sword in her hand:

"The Sword of Victory (Excalibur)!"

Layer upon layer of silt rose up in front of Barbatos to form a buffer barrier to absorb magic power - the invincible defensive means lost its effect the moment it collided with the blue and gold light.

The dirt was easily washed away, and the purifying breath of magic dispelled the chaos and haze in the air.

The blue halo broke through the shackles and swallowed up the huge black shadow behind it.

The scattered magical turbulence drifted in all directions with a roar, and the wind ruffled Altria's hair. The hair that was fluttering in the wind was blown away of its filth, revealing its original golden color like the sun.

Altria turned slightly, her eyes looming among the flying hair. She heard a conversation behind her and turned her head. She saw that the shield master, who had just shown a willpower that was no less than any knight, was now supporting the orange-haired girl who appeared from nowhere with a worried look on his face. While noticing the two girls, Altria also noticed the shield in the other's hand.

"That shield..."

Altria opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she saw the worry reflected in Mashu's pure purple eyes that reflected the orange-haired girl, and her fists clenched subconsciously, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The wind caused by the magical turbulence stopped, and the golden hair fluttering in the wind calmed down again, but the refreshing coolness on the face made people feel unsatisfied.

But you can't always feel regret or miss something, she also has more important things to accomplish.

Suddenly, Altria smiled.

"Whatever. It's all over."

The golden particles gradually disintegrated, and her consciousness peeled off from the spirit's body layer by layer. She clearly watched her body dissipate bit by bit, and finally disappeared in the wind.

I wrote a chapter while I was awake, and went to sleep at 3pm. I suspect this strain is a "biological clock disorder column"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 144 Postscript To that grassland, we will eventually embark on a journey to see the snow

It was as if she was back there, the Lake of Elves far away from Camlann and the flames of war, the place where she would eventually become a thing of the past and disappear in history.

For the first time in a long time, Artoria felt her mind empty and she no longer needed to think about anything else. She handed the Sword of Promised Victory to Bedivere, her last knight. Once again, there was no one around her, leaving her alone to calmly gaze at the lake in front of her.

It was like a long journey. In that illusory scene, Altria saw herself fighting for the illusory wish-making machine after death. Even though she tried her best, she ultimately missed the victory.

The sunlight was shining brightly, crushed by the scattered branches and leaves, and the mottled light and shadows hit Altria's hair bit by bit.

But this comfortable temperature did not bring her the slightest warmth. Altria only felt her body getting colder and colder.

——Is this what death feels like?

The lake scene reflecting the azure sky gradually became blurred, as if it was covered with a layer of mist, but the memories in my mind became clearer and clearer.

The long-lost sense of security filled Artoria's heart. Between the cracks of history and the wheels of fate, Artoria glimpsed a scene that she had never understood.

Born with the ideals of a king instilled in her by her teacher Merlin, she was born with the lofty responsibility of reviving her homeland. She worked hard to practice swordsmanship, fulfill her duties as a king, and stitch together the torn empire.

Even if her life full of suffering was exchanged with that of the most unfortunate and poorest person in the world, the other party probably would not be willing to do so.

But fortunately, she met him.

When she first met him, he was just like other refugees, making a living by stealing bread. She took him in as she usually did with other refugees, but he, who had nothing at that time, threatened to repay her.

However, he did it. When they met again several years later, he eliminated the powerful Hundred Knights King for himself. After that, when the rebels united, he defended the city gate alone, causing tens of thousands of knights to return in defeat.

His reputation spread far and wide, and even the enemies would be too scared to leave the city at the mere mention of his name.

He is the best war knight in the world, the second highest wall with unparalleled elegance. Altria's mouth curled up and she smiled gently, as if she saw him walking towards her.

He got closer and closer until Altria could actually feel his body temperature. Menachel in front of him coldly asked the question about the suicide note that Mordred had slapped on him.

"The reason you treat me so specially is because I am the Knight Protector of Britain, or to give an explanation to yourself before you became king, or is it just for me as a person?"

Altria couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was like a dream. She finally saw what she had lost again.

At this moment, she forgot about the war, the capital, and her birthright responsibilities. Her eyes reflected only one person. Her heart was beating very fast, and from that increasingly rapid heartbeat, Altria finally understood her own feelings for the first time in her life:

"I love you."

The person in front of her suddenly laughed. It was not a foolish laugh, nor a fake smile learned due to the pressure of life. Menechel's smile was so real that for a moment, Artoria forgot the cold, as if she was back on the grassland where she lived in her childhood, lying shoulder to shoulder on the haystack, feeling the touch of the warm spring breeze.

Menechel's armor was broken, he put on a grand dress, and embraced Altria.

Altria was stunned for a moment before resting her head on Menechel's shoulder. Something wet filled her eyes, but she was unwilling to let go of her hands around the person in front of her to wipe it off.

"I don't want anything but you. The only one I want to keep, the only one Altria wants to keep, is you."

She hugged Menechel, and at that moment, she seemed to be hugging the whole world.

She was pulled up and walked with him on the road to the end, touring the homeland where they had devoted their whole lives. The scenery around them changed, but the people around them remained the same. He wore a luxurious dress that was only for her, and strolled with her under the grand snow scene of Europe. The snow clothes reflected a layer of warmth. Artoria looked at Menechel, seemed to understand something, and was thoughtful.

Menachele turned his head and stared at her.

"What's wrong? Let's go."

With a smile on her face, Altria stood on tiptoe and pinched Menechel's face.

"I finally understand why I am lucky A despite having such a tragic fate."

The girl took the initiative to hold Minachell's hand and said, "It turns out that you are the luck that I want to keep most in my life."

"Mmmm..."