[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-122":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496296,1944,"Chapter 122: Morgott, the Omen King, and the Corpse of Gransax","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-122",122,"\u003Cp>Outside the Royal Capital, Leyndell — among the ruined battlefield remains — Arthur found a relatively clean, level patch of ground and activated a Site of Grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melina's translucent form emerged from the golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her gaze toward the towering Erdtree, then turned to Arthur and spoke softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you. You have finally brought me here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was born beneath the roots of the Erdtree, and there… my mother bestowed upon me my purpose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice grew quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But as you can see, my body has long been burned away. Only this spirit remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is why I seek a reason to continue existing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps returning to the place of my birth will grant me an answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh — Queen Marika left behind a message here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would you like me to recite it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur exhaled silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Melina's true purpose all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was Marika's contingency plan — created to guide the Tarnished through the Erdtree's sealing thorns, and to prevent them from straying into the Frenzied Flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why, in the Frenzied Flame ending, Melina vowed to grant the Tarnished Destined Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for how Marika \"created\" Melina?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur had long suspected it involved the Gloam-Eyed Queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the lore already allowed Marika and Radagon's self-cest, and Mohg's deranged obsession with Miquella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more \"Marika × Gloam-Eyed Queen\" scenario wouldn't even be surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Arthur silent too long, Melina asked gently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you not wish to hear it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked out of his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No — I want to. Please, go ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melina nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I shall repeat Queen Marika's words exactly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'O demigods, my sweet children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You may become anything — a monarch,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or even a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you become neither…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>you shall be abandoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And made into sacrifices.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur's eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So — even when she shattered the Elden Ring, Marika already foresaw what would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A victor must emerge from the Shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If none did, the demigods would be discarded…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…and the banished Tarnished would return from outside the Lands Between to serve as her second gambit — to claim the demigods as offerings and reach the Elden Ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Marika could never have predicted was someone like Arthur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of restoring the Ring… he had devoured the power of every demigod in his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With him here, repairing the Elden Ring was already impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melina finished softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope you reach the capital soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her form dissolved immediately, retreating to hide once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still the same wooden Melina — obsessed with her mission, indifferent to all else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only matters tied to Marika ever stirred her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose from the grace and continued forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far down the road, he spotted a nobleman — clothes immaculate, posture refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Shattering, the Lands Between had become nearly empty — either corpses or madmen remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People capable of normal conversation were rarities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this noble didn't attack him on sight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur stepped forward to greet him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble's feet lit up with ancient Erdtree runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the light faded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble had transformed into an Omenkiller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Excuse me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boss he killed two years ago had just respawned in front of him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or were there… multiple Omenkillers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one was Margit — was this one supposed to be \"Marl-zahar\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omenkiller didn't attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, in the same chanting tone as before, it intoned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tarnished…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have found you…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thou who art misled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>by the flame of ambition…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same line as last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they all share the same script?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless they were all the same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spark lit in Arthur's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his System inventory and retrieved a fragment wrapped in dead roots — Margit's Shackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for the Omenkiller to finish its lecture, he slammed it to the ground and channeled mana into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden restraints erupted beneath the creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omenkiller collapsed instantly, pinned like a bug beneath a boot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…It really works?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd taken this from Patches long ago, thinking it useless now that Margit was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew it worked on this one too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant his guess was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Omenkillers were not individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were manifestations of the same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only question was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morgott.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omen King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morgott, born cursed, cast into the sewers of Leyndell —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet crowned the capital's ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By hiding his true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By cultivating Omen forces in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By sending avatar bodies — \"Omenkillers\" — to the battlefield in his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Margit's Shackle was, truly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morgott's Shackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Morgott had one…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then Mohg probably had one too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mohg was dead, so what would Arthur do with it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Build him a memorial?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omenkiller began to struggle free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur calmly used the Shackle again and pinned it down a second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I already killed the Omenkiller once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now another appears — meaning these bodies aren't unique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They're one man's avatars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I right… Morgott?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature had not expected him to figure it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply resumed its sermon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impressive…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that one blinded by the foolish flame of ambition\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could perceive my identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such wisdom, why must you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur didn't let him finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew Ranni's Dark Moon Greatsword — and smacked it across the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each hit, he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you calling foolish?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And who's blinded by ambition?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Say ANYTHING—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OTHER than this damn chanting!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several heavy blows, the Omenkiller's vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally it wheezed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tarnished!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why such humiliation!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know you not—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a warrior may be slain, but not insulted—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same monotonous tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur had had enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove the Dark Moon blade straight into its throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omenkiller choked, more furious at the insult than the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… despicable Tarnished…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shall await you…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the capital…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, yeah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get in line.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leyndell was huge — exploring it would take months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath it, the labyrinthine sewers would take even longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief rest, Arthur continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slew the Draconic Tree Sentinel guarding the gate and climbed onto the city walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Funny how history worked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twice the Monarchs' Alliance assaulted Leyndell — twice they failed spectacularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first: ruined by Mohg's sabotage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second: ruined by infighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Leyndell's forces were so thin that Arthur practically strolled inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took an elevator up the Eastern Wall — part of it broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not by the Alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by a dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gransax, the ancient red-lightning dragon, had struck Leyndell long ago, breaching its walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was slain —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its colossal corpse embedded into the capital's structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur stepped onto the broken ledge and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal dragon corpse — spanning nearly half the capital — loomed above him, its enormous body forming part of the wall itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Marika, what were you thinking?\" Arthur muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving a corpse like this untouched —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the scales, the claws, the eyes, the heart —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>any one of them could be priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his spiritual sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No remnant power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a supersized version of the dragons he had killed before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Marika didn't bother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to a collector like Arthur?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was like placing a hundred adorable kittens in front of a cat lover — irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was moments away from rushing up to harvest it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Melina's voice reached his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She urged him to continue lighting the graces within the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, alright… giant dragon corpse later. Duty first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one last lingering look at Gransax's titanic remains, Arthur pressed deeper into Leyndell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To read 30+ future chapters, head over to Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",1306,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.381Z",1,"novelbin.me","3c35cafc858690c4ee1d166599e0d01440b1bba2eb30db9e932d7a96b2e99a38","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-123","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-121",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]