Merlin Only Needs to Die Seven Times

One of them is Morgan, the one who personally helped Artoria form the Knights of the Round Table.

It could be said that without Morgan there would be no Knights of the Round Table, because half of the Knights of the Round Table were kicked into the game by Morgan.

The battles and killings between Morgan and King Arthur are indeed quite poignant.

And now Morgan has actually appeared in the Holy Grail War.

Since that's the case, why don't you just add a Merlin? Wouldn't a happy ending be better?

It would be best to add another Knights of the Round Table.

"Haha... cough cough... finally recovered." After laughing for most of the day, Morgan finally got through those horrible and painful 10 minutes.

Damn Merlin!

"Hmm?" A question flashed through Artoria's mind as she looked at Morgan, who was now panting heavily.

Why did Morgan suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter?

Could it be that the other party has been cursed by someone?

Really? This person who curses others all the time will also be cursed by others.

"Um, Artoria, are you sure..." Irisviel spoke up from behind Artoria.

"I'm sure she's Morgan; I can still recognize that. But..." Artoria frowned again.

"But what?"

"But... I always feel that she's different from the Morgan I know." Artoria's mind was filled with more and more doubts.

"Perhaps it's due to the Servant summoning? But in any case, this young man in front of us shouldn't be a Caster, but a Berserker, while your sister Morgan should be the Caster," Irisviel calmly analyzed.

Irisviel never doubted whether Chen Luo was a Servant or not, because if Chen Luo wasn't a Servant, it would have been impossible for him to defeat Artoria.

In this world, no Master is strong enough to overpower a Servant. (Probably...)

Moreover, the opponent also possesses the Noble Phantasm Gungnir.

Why Gungnir ended up in Chen Luo's hands is also a question.

After all, Chen Luo doesn't look like Odin.

"No... Irisviel, you've misunderstood," Artoria suddenly said.

"What misunderstanding?" Irisviel asked, puzzled.

"This Morgan in front of us does indeed have a magical channel between him and the Caster, and most importantly, the current Morgan is not a Servant but... a fairy," Artoria said solemnly.

Meanwhile, Chen Luo was also intently watching Morgan in her Paradise Fairy.

To be precise, it was the tuft of hair on Morgan's head.

Although it's very thin, it is definitely a cowlick!

Sensing Chen Luo's unwavering gaze, Morgan gave Chen Luo a hard slap on the waist.

Chapter 639 All Merlin needs to do is die seven times.

"What?" Irisviel exclaimed.

"You may not believe it, but... it's not impossible that Morgan might still be alive in this world thousands of years later," Artoria said with a sigh.

Just like Merlin.

He will not die as long as the world exists.

Morgan of the Moon World is a trinity, not simply a human. Besides being King Arthur's sister, she is also the embodiment of Britain and the fairy Vivian.

For example, when Chen Luo checked Morgan's identity, he could see a series of suffixes.

In the El-Melloi II affair, traces of Morgan's presence can also be found dating back several hundred years.

That would have been a thousand years since King Arthur died.

If someone can live for a thousand years, then living for another thousand years is perfectly normal, right?

And the Morgan of Pan-Human History now... has probably gone to the Inner Sea of Stars.

"So, the Master we're facing now is a fairy from thousands of years ago, comparable to a Servant?" Irisviel suddenly felt immense pressure.

"No, not just comparable to a Servant, but comparable to a Heroic Spirit," Artoria said slowly.

After all, Servants are only one aspect of Heroic Spirits.

"..." Wouldn't that put even more pressure on us?

"A Master who is comparable to, or even surpasses, a Servant, paired with a Servant who can easily defeat Lancer and Saber..." After hearing this series of blows, Tohsaka Tokiomi was completely overwhelmed.

"Kirei, are you sure that Morgan is indeed the real person and not a Servant?"

"Teacher, I'm sure. I can't see the status of either Caster or Morgan, but Caster is because he should have a hidden Noble Phantasm, and Morgan is because he's definitely not a Servant," said Kirei Kotomine, who shared vision with Assassin.

"This is really troublesome..."

"Tohsaka Tokiomi!" a roar rang out.

"Well, this is even more troublesome." Tohsaka Tokiomi was even more troubled after clearly sensing the return of a certain King of Heroes.

Let me make up an excuse to fool the King of Heroes.

It wouldn't be good to break ties now, at least not at the moment.

"..." After listening to Tohsaka Tokiomi's mutterings Kirei Kotomine continued to observe the battle situation through Assassin's visual sharing magic.

Meanwhile, Kirei Kotomine Kiritsugu Emiya his sniper rifle.

At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya was truly glad that he hadn't taken action earlier and used the sniper rifle to kill Caster's Master.

Lancer and his Master just left, and Read and his Master also left, leaving only Chen Luo and his Master.

I originally intended to launch a sneak attack, but now I feel that not doing so was the right choice.

Otherwise, if their location were exposed, and Chen Luo distracted Artoria, Morgan could easily kill Kiritsugu Emiya with one hand.

On the battlefield, Artoria watched her sister, the queen, with wariness mixed with confusion.

"You will definitely not be able to obtain the Holy Grail this time," Morgan said weakly to Artoria.

Laughing for 10 minutes is extremely tiring, especially for a Magus. If you are holding back laughter for 10 minutes, it is even more tiring and can also cause some damage to your body.

"Using something as ethereal as the Holy Grail to save your vanished kingdom. Artoria, you've got some nerve," Morgan said coldly, looking at the wary Artoria.

Although Morgan repeatedly referred to the hateful red dragon, since the two were not competitors from the same world, it was hard to say that he truly hated the other.

Furthermore, it's still uncertain whether Morgan's feelings for Artoria in Pan-Human History stemmed from excessive resentment or a somewhat twisted love.

"Are you trying to stop me from obtaining the Holy Grail again?"

"This time, it's not just me stopping you, it's the whole world stopping you. Just wait and see, fate will show you just how ridiculous your wishes are." A Magic Spear suddenly appeared in Morgan's hand.

"This is..." Artoria frowned the moment she saw the Magic Spear.

Artoria felt that this spear, which resembled a magic wand, was somewhat similar to her old spear.

But their outward forms are completely different.

"And what about you? What is your purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War?" Artoria asked.

"Me? I have no interest in the Holy Grail," Morgan said, explaining his situation.

"That..."

"But I also have my own desires to fulfill. That's not something you need to know." A kingly aura gradually resurfaced in Morgan.

As a king who ruled Britain for 2000 years in the Lostbelt, Morgan was certainly qualified as a king.

While Morgan was exceptionally good at ruling for a long time, he wasn't particularly remarkable in other aspects.

"... You really aren't my queen, at least not the original queen I knew. Who are you?" Seeing the other person's aura, Artoria felt even more suspicious and wary.

Although Morgan was indeed more suited to be the King of Britain than himself, after all, the other was the embodiment of the inverted Britain, the other had never actually been a king.

Without ever having been a king, how can one possess such an aura of a king that cannot be faked?

However, the other party's kingly aura was a bit too aloof.

"Heh, that's none of your business. Quietly enjoy your last moments of peace."

"Instead of speculating about such vague things, you should think about how to win the Holy Grail War and how to survive under the hands of my followers." Morgan's words were full of trust in Chen Luo.

"..." Hearing Morgan's words, Artoria had to admit that the Servant Morgan had summoned was indeed quite troublesome.

This is especially true when you can't tell what kind of Servant the other person is.

"Caster," Irisviel, standing behind Artoria, suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm? Is there something you need?" Chen Luo looked at Irisviel.

"It seems unlikely, but Caster, you wouldn't happen to be a river god, would you?" Irisviel asked, pointing to her lips with a curious expression.

"???" Chen Luo was stunned for a moment.

How did you come to such an absurd conclusion?

"Irisviel, have you forgotten? You can't summon god-level Servants in the Holy Grail War," Artoria said to Irisviel without turning her head.

"Oh, I guessed wrong. But, but the fables Kiritsugu brought me back included stories about river gods. If you throw in an ordinary axe, a golden axe and a silver axe will appear."

"Of course, it's normal if I'm wrong. After all, I haven't seen many stories from the outside world, so my understanding isn't deep enough. I apologize if this has caused any obstacles for you in identifying my identity," Irisviel said somewhat apologetically.

Irisviel's intuition was quite accurate; she could tell that Morgan, who was facing Artoria, didn't seem to intend to eliminate Artoria here, which was why she wasn't making such a serious guess.

"It's alright. Although Irisviel guessed wrong, it doesn't mean you're misleading anyone in identifying me..."

"Who said they guessed wrong? They guessed right, okay?" Chen Luo interrupted before Artoria could finish speaking.

"Well?"

"Well?"

"Oh, Master, you shouldn't mind me revealing my real name, right?" Seeing the other party's surprised expression, Chen Luo suddenly thought of something and turned to Morgan to say.

"..."

Whatever makes you happy.

"Master, why are you silent again?"

"Boring," Morgan said coldly.

Morgan wasn't going to play the Artoria game anymore, since Chen Luo had seen their interaction earlier.

Morgan wasn't always unwilling to speak; it's just that at first, due to the confusion in his soul, he didn't know what to say. Later, when he was able to say something, he didn't know how to start.

Artoria's provocation just now served as an opportunity.

"Are you really the River God? That Hermes?" Artoria asked incredulously.

"What is the connection between the river god and Hermes?" Irisviel, somewhat puzzled.

"... Irisviel, you may have only read the simplified version of the River God's story. In the original myth, the River God was played by Hermes, the son of Zeus. So, as the son of Zeus, it seems normal for him to control thunder in some way, which also explains why he could summon thunder." Artoria began to understand.

Although both the process and the result of the guess were wrong, at least we still came up with an incorrect answer.

It's like being wise after the event.

"... Your sister is quite the actress," Chen Luo said to Morgan.

"Shut up."

"Emmm... Anyway, I am indeed the river god, but not Hermes. Keep guessing. There's a prize if you guess right."

"What prize?" Irisviel asked instinctively.

"The Holy Grail War Exit Ticket"

"..."

Let's not bother with this prize.

"Alright, Caster, we should head back." Morgan tapped the concrete with the bottom of his Magic Spear.

Morgan is now extremely eager to settle scores with Merlin.