Determined, Artoria leads her Knights of the Round Table on a conquest to the north, not just this time against the invaders.

Those deep-sea monsters, mountain dragons, and swamp monsters are her targets.

Behemoths with magical powers are her prey.

If that wasn't enough, then she sent Gawain to find the Holy Grail, the embodiment of the root, the magic of which was enough to prosper an entire dynasty.

She stepped on the corpses of the enemy step by step, fighting for the Camelot in her heart.

Dragons, Undead, Magicians, Barbarians, Roman Empire.

Even in the end, Gaia, the consciousness of the "world", jumped out against her.

Perhaps in the view of Restraining Gaia, the fall of Camelot is a historical inevitability. What Artoria did was really a grasshopper shaking the tree.

But the glory of mankind will eventually prove that there is never any fate, and there is only groveling.

And she, the king of Britain, will not bow his head like fate.

Finally, there is a strong desire for the people to live, unity and cohesion.

The convergence became another unstoppable torrent, another restraining force: Alayya, formed by the directionality of human instinct, was replaced by Artoria.

Clothed in divine light, she has become the only true god.

At this point, Camelot broke away from his original world and became a powerful Persona Belt.

And Artoria will continue to watch over her dynasty forever!

If only that were the case.

It was many years before Artoria understood.

Parasitic mayflies in the heavens and the earth, a millet in the sea. For any living being, to live, or to exist, is the fundamental tone for them. is the only meaning.

But the universe is not.

Because the universe has no meaning.

The twilight is far away, and the galaxy is bright. No one knows what exactly happened 13.82 billion years ago? Who? What's up? At the beginning of the galaxy, the universe was born.

Maybe the question doesn't make sense in the first place.

Civilization feeds on negative entropy, and to live is to fight against entropy increase.

By the time Artoria realized this, entropy had become unstoppable.

It's just a Persona Belt! How can there be the accumulation of the great universe!

By the time the observable darkness came, it was too much to salvage. As the star goes out, matter returns to disorder.

Camelot of Artoria. The country for which she had worked so hard to give, her people, her knights, her mentors, her enemies, and the whole world were like dust wiped away.

In the face of the ultimate weapon of the universe, they are as fragile as an ant, not even an ant.

It's just dust.

Breath.

A drop of water.

It would be enough for her to die.

...

In the Forbidden Forest, Artoria escorts Melda and Hermione towards the periphery, learning about Melda's story of another world, Eden. While telling their own stories.

"Civilization feeds on negative entropy, and to live is to fight entropy increase." Melda slowly recited these two sentences several times.

He could feel that this other strand of his soul was now being ravaged by nothingness.

It's like a walking corpse.

"It's the greatest struggle I've ever heard." Melda said admiringly. Although their souls belong to the same body, if they are replaced by him, they may not be better than the other self.

He heard Artoria's story about the reason for her failure.

Camelot's Persona Belt is too small. This left her with no time to react at all.

Camelot's Persona Strip has only existed for a few decades from beginning to end, and that's not painful.

"Don't do that, you still have me, and we still have us." Melda said softly and comfortingly.

"Because we don't live for a thousand years, we spend a hundred years to spy on, and then pass on the knowledge to future generations, and so on and so on. So far, thousands of years can be expected, 10,000 years, millions of years, 10 million years. ”

"We will eventually find weapons of confrontation. That's what civilization is all about. It is also the meaning of our existence. ”

Melda looked at Artoria with conviction, his eyes full of determination. Just like Artoria at the beginning.

"Yes!" Wang smiled softly. It's like early spring is coming, and the cold has passed.

And Hermione, who followed all the way, only felt that her head was in chaos, what civilization, what inhibition, what negative entropy, what entropy increased. She couldn't understand a word.

It's just that every smile of the girl who claims to be King Arthur makes her feel in crisis.

Hermione involuntarily moved closer to Melda for a three. Eyes wandering, don't know what you're thinking?

"呲呲~"

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the side of the road where the person was walking.

Melda hurriedly pulled out her wand. Loudly asked, "Who's there?" ”

"Melda?"

A figure emerged from the grass. It was Draco, his face covered in mud. There are also scars on the calves and arms.

Blood slid down his trouser legs.

But he didn't seem to feel pain. The moment he saw Melda, his face was full of surprise.

"Quick, save Harry."

"He's going to die!" Draco shouted with tears of relief.

"What?"

Melda also didn't care about her burned back. He broke free of Hermione's grasp. He trotted over and stroked Harry from Draco's back to the ground.

"He's poisoned."

Harry's face was dark and his lips were purple, a clear sign of poisoning.

"Yes, it was bitten by the Eight-Eyed Spider." Draco asked eagerly, "To save me." ”

"Melda, you must have a way, right?"

"Don't be verbose, get Harry up first."

Melda has a ghost solution. Although the toxin of the eight-eyed giant spider is not violent, it is not an ordinary antidote that can be removed.

What's more, there is no antidote on Melda's body at all.

He only had Remy's kiss on him.

He has only found that this thing has the effect of refreshing the brain, invigorating blood and removing blood stasis, restoring magic power, and enhancing physical fitness. But there is no detoxification effect!

"Don't worry about it yet!"

Although Remy's Kiss does not have a detoxifying effect, it does have the effect of strengthening the physique. Drinking more can also slow down the spread of toxins.

As soon as she said that, Melda picked up the remaining potions at hand, and poured them all into Harry.

There are as many as seven or eight bottles in a row.

And after his frenzied dosing, Harry's face gradually became normal. But it only slowed down the onset of toxins.

"Quick, get back to the castle." Time was running out, and Melda carried Harry on her back and ran towards Hogwarts Castle.

Behind hermione, she held a depleted Draco close behind.

Artoria, on the other hand, smiled at what was happening in front of her.

It seemed expected that Harry would not be able to do anything.

It's just that Melda at this time is not clear.

Because the moment he carried Harry on his back, Melda could clearly feel Harry's body temperature slowly decreasing.

Snape, where are you? Snape.

Come and save your family, Miss Evans, she's going to be cold.