Chapter 611
Spriggan replied casually, "As long as you and the Child of Prophecy have sufficient value, I'm willing to invest in you."
For him, loyalty simply doesn't exist.
It's all just an investment.
When Nameless and Artoria Caster arrived at the Pilgrimage Bell, there were no guards present.
The large, entirely black clock hung there all alone.
A sinister atmosphere permeated the air.
A chilling, deathly voice echoed from within, "The scent of Paradise and Avalon... has it finally arrived?"
"Be careful, the Fae Lord of Death is inside!" Nameless hurriedly warned.
Black mist spread out from the clock tower.
It transformed into a five-meter-tall, obese monster, its body resembling a patchwork of fairy corpses.
"Come, use your despicable flesh and blood to give us new life!"
The Fae Lord of Death pounced on him without hesitation.
The battle suddenly broke out.
Mashu raised her shield, which shone with pure white light, firmly blocking its powerful attack.
The nameless figure flashed, and when it reappeared, it had already silently descended upon its back.
With a single sword strike, he severed the thigh of the Fae Lord of Death.
Its massive body staggered and fell to the ground.
Percival swung his Spear of Selection at the perfect moment, tracing a divine white line as it pierced through the massive body.
Artoria Caster unleashed Magecraft, completely obliterating his head.
With everyone's excellent teamwork.
This mere undead monster was utterly powerless to resist.
Percival reminded them, "It's time to ring the bell."
"Good..."
A faint sadness appeared on Artoria Caster's face.
This is a gathering of fairies after death, bound to the Pilgrimage Bell for hundreds of years.
Now, at least they have been freed.
Just then...
Suddenly, Wuming blocked her path, his gaze icy as he looked to the side. "Do you want to be our enemy?"
A figure quietly appeared in some open space.
It was none other than the Treasure Guardian Fae Spriggan.
He clapped his hands lightly and said, "Well done. Congratulations on defeating the undead that had haunted you for hundreds of years. I, Spriggan, have great respect for you."
"It's you!" Percival stared at the other person with growing wariness.
As the leader of the Round Table Rebels, he naturally knew that the other party was the highest-ranking official in the city.
A mysterious and powerful fairy.
They had been too successful so far, breaking through Norwich's defenses with almost no real resistance.
The truth is now instantly revealed.
This powerful fairy didn't personally command the fairy army at all; she was just waiting here!
"Oh dear, there's no need to be so nervous. The army the Queen sent has already been defeated by you."
Spriggan chuckled, "As the lord, I am very grateful to you for defeating the rebels and eliminating the Fae Lord of Death."
According to him, the army sent by Queen Morgan was actually regarded as a "rebel army"!
Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone!
The nameless man calmly asked, "Does this mean you want to cooperate with us?"
"Of course, as long as you don't occupy this city, I will naturally not be your enemy."
Spriggan picked up the conversation very easily, without mentioning the word "betraying the Queen" at all.
"Then, humans who drifted to Britain from Pan-Human History, as you wish."
The nameless man immediately revealed the other party's true identity.
This fairy lord is not a fairy at all!
It is a genuine product --
Humans!
This is the truth behind his complete lack of loyalty to Queen Morgan!
Spriggan smiled but didn't say anything more.
The nameless man looked at the girl beside him, "The Fire Fades, but the True King has not yet returned to his throne. Go and ring the final bell to save Britain."
"Good!"
Artoria Caster stepped forward without hesitation.
Once the Pilgrimage Bell is rung, it signifies complete acceptance of the prophecy and embarking on the path to contend with Morgan for the throne.
But she has no regrets.
Artoria Caster began chanting the incantation--
"Song of Paradise, Voice of the Inner Sea."
"A chosen destiny, a person born to correct mistakes."
"The First Pilgrimage Bell Lost Child back home."
Please forgive that sin...
The Staff of Selection the girl's hand shone with a deep blue light, like twinkling starlight, and she gently struck the Pilgrimage Bell.
Thump!!
Thump!!!
The melodious and mysterious chimes, carrying an ancient and weathered air, resounded throughout the entire Lostbelt Britain.
This moment.
All the fairies stopped at the same time, listening to the bell tolling with blank expressions.
Countless fairies inexplicably shed tears.
The Pilgrimage Bell travels throughout the Lostbelt Britain, so that all the fairies can hear it.
And let the stagnant world move forward once again!
The audience was also immersed in the sound of the bells.
[Spriggan is amazing! A human actually disguised himself as a fairy lord, he's incredibly powerful!]
[So, this is what happens when, three years later, and then another three years, I've gone from an undercover agent to a top boss!]
[Wow, that sounds really sad, like it's announcing the end of the Lostbelt Britain.]
Indeed, it has such an apocalyptic atmosphere; no wonder Morgan said that ringing the gong would be tantamount to declaring war!
[Grandpa King Hassan gave it a thumbs up and even rang the bell!]
[Haha, every time the old man's clock strikes, it signifies the fall of a great figure!]
Real-world Egypt.
Inside the Radiant Composite Great Temple.
Ramesses II watched the video with great interest. "A mere human has actually become a goblin lord. No wonder he has no loyalty to Morgan whatsoever."
A human, who has mingled in the Fae City for a hundred years without his true identity being discovered.
It's quite a miracle that he even managed to become a lord.
But none of this matters.
What Ramesses II cared about most was that bell.
The Child of Prophecy, by ringing the six Pilgrimage Bell, will defeat Queen Morgan and save Britain.
This is a prophecy with a truly epic feel to it.
But this bell-ringing looks so familiar, doesn't it?
Ramesses II's temples throbbed with dread. "What an irritating bell!"
That arrogant old man liked to ring the bell while chopping off people's heads.
The problem is, he still can't beat him.
Ahem, it's because he believes in respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and therefore cannot resort to violence!
"Your Majesty, look around..."
Nitocris offered a cautious reminder.
"What's so interesting about the area around here? It's just..."
Ramesses II turned his head to look.
Alright, that guy who's called an Assassin-class but is actually Grim Reaper is just standing quietly to the side.
Do you really consider Yu's Great Temple your hometown?
Ramesses II suddenly had an idea.
On the temple gates, there was a sign that read, "Welcome King Hassan home."
I'm so annoyed!
But you still have to keep smiling!
King Hassan calmly replied, "Oh, you hate hearing the bells?"
"... It's not that I hate it, it's just that I feel like I still have the power in my own hands. It's too unrealistic to think that you can gain power just by ringing the six altars."
Ramesses II casually changed the subject, "Given the power Queen Morgan has demonstrated, can the Child of Prophecy truly stand against her?"
Previously, the Demon God King Goetia had been praising Queen Morgan to the skies.
Clearly, Morgan's two-thousand-year reign was an incredible miracle.
This led the Demon God King Goetia to believe that he had surpassed himself in failing to complete the great Incineration of Humanity.
Morgan seems to have completely taken over the Imaginary Tree and transformed the entire Lostbelt Britain.
But the Alien God never actually descended.
Or rather,
Daring not to descend?
Judging from the strength the Alien God has shown so far, if it were to actually descend upon the Lostbelt Britain, it would definitely be utterly crushed!
"This is the power of fate, and it should not be underestimated," King Hassan replied calmly.
"Ha, it's just fate."
Ramesses II disregarded this.
If fate truly determined everything, there wouldn't be so many people whose destinies had been rewritten.