The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 104 Meaning, nothing else, too serious to be boring
In such a chaotic seven-man melee, it is often unwise to initiate a fight first.

There is no doubt that the two who are first exposed to the spotlight will become the priority of attacking those who hide in the dark.

Standing on the top of the lamppost of the abandoned warehouse, Minechel silently watched a car approaching the battlefield he had chosen. Just one glance made one feel that the expensive sports car was parked in the open space of the warehouse in an extremely rough way. central.

It is not far from the hotel where Kenneth is staying. As long as Kenneth dares to climb to the top floor, he can see the scene here at a glance.

As soon as the blond-haired girl got out of the car, the well-fitting black suit turned into a light armor in a layer of light curtain, but the weapon in her hand was covered by a layer of twisted wind blades, making it difficult to see her true face.

Unable to judge the type and length of the weapon is fatal in hand-to-hand combat, but it is a pity that Menechel, who was once pierced through the heart by the holy sword, knows the length of the blade clearly.

"White-haired lady, don't you use magic to seal the venue?"

Although this warehouse has been abandoned, it is possible that passers-by will be attracted by the sound of the battle.

"Huh?" Irisviel was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was talking to her.She seemed a little embarrassed and said: "I haven't mastered that level of enchantment yet."

But unlike Irisviel, when Artoria heard the voice, the small group stood up alertly. She hesitated and turned her gaze to the lamp post, but due to the limited viewing angle, she could only see the other party. half of the body.

On the other side, Menechel, who sensed Artoria's gaze, showed a satisfied smile.

"That's it, it's that guy Merlin who made me misjudge the magician's level."

Besides Merlin, the only magician he had dealt with before was Morgan, and the two of them were able to perform noise-cancelling magic with ease.

Menechel revealed his information indifferently. He jumped off the lamp post, and his body instantly turned into a spirit, and reassembled into a human form right in front of Artoria. It smacks of laziness.

The handsome appearance method that had been conceived several times in his mind was perfectly achieved, and Minechel stretched out a hand to the girl in front of him and said, "Long time no see, Artoria."

"Mei... Lin." Irisviel looked at Artoria who stood in front of her. Since she said this name, the other party must be a character from the same era as Saber: "Saber, he is the round table Knight?"

Before Arturia could respond, Irisviel had already denied her guess. The other party called Saber by her name. She boldly guessed that since even King Arthur was a woman—then why couldn't the white-haired man on the opposite side be Sister Wang Morgan.

But before Irisviel could find more evidence to support her guess, Artoria's next sentence shattered her fantasy.

"No, he is a knight who left Camelot before the formation of the Knights of the Round Table." Desperately suppressing some inexplicable emotions, King Arthur's sword hand trembled uncontrollably, and she finally turned her gaze to the... …Enemy: "Long time no see, Menechel, but sorry to see you here."

Is this the punishment she deserves—again, under the persecution of her long-cherished wish, she confronts her old friend with swords and swords.

Looking at Artoria with a heavy face in an attacking stance, Menechel didn't care, the blade of the gun took shape in his palm, and after deftly playing a spear flower, the point of the gun pointed at Artoria elegant.

In the next moment, the casual clothes on Menechel's body were covered with a layer of silver armor in an instant, and the tip of the silver-white spear glowed coldly. He raised his chin at Artoria.

The next moment, the gun and the sword erupted with a clanging sound. Menechel, who knew that his strength was at a disadvantage, was not greedy for wrestling, and the spear touched the edge of the Invisible Sword and slid downward.

The red arc flowed along the palm to the tip of the spear, and after losing control, the extremely unstable arc collided with the wind blade wrapped around the king's sword, and a dull roar exploded from the junction of the spear and the sword.

The scattered air flow brought up the surrounding sand and dust, and Minechel, who had been prepared for a long time, used his right foot to stabilize his body, and then stabbed another shot towards the center of the sand and dust.

The second tentative shot was of course missed, and Artoria took advantage of her natural height to let Menechel's gun pass through her hair, and she herself seemed to be completely unaffected by the wind and sand, and had already penetrated. The dead end of the gun.

Menechel lowered her head, and her gaze collided with Arturia's raised golden sword.

Menechel shielded his body with one hand, and a layer of twilight streamer instantly enveloped his whole body.

"defensive state"

The wind blade carried by Wang Jian easily tore through the armor made of magic power, but the raised blade was caught by the stronger arm behind the armor.

The blow that could have easily cut off the limb was greatly hindered the moment it sank into the arm, and finally sank into Menechel's left arm in an extremely embarrassing way.

Finally, I got you.

Thinking of this, the spear flexibly shifted in Menechel's hand, and stabbed straight at Artoria, but Artoria completed the dodge by leaning sideways and backwards like a prophet, and changed with Menechel again. The spears that were stabs turned into splits staggered past.

The first confrontation came to an end temporarily. Menechel adjusted his position and once again opened a safe distance from Artoria. At this time, his left arm was hanging limply by the side, still stuck in the muscle. The invisible sword in the sword finally revealed its true face because it left its master.

The tragic scene where half of the sword body was submerged in the arm seemed a bit intrusive. It seemed a bit worthwhile to take away the enemy's armament at the cost of self-defeating one arm, but Minechel couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Due to the particularity of the Noble Phantasm, Menechel was unable to use her greatest ultimate move against Artoria, but Artoria did not have this restriction, which also led to Menechel's lack of ability to fight .

Because of this, Menechel had no choice but to attack with a slanted sword at the beginning of the battle.

Putting the spear under his arm, Menechel freed his right hand to pull out the holy sword that was hidden in his left arm—fortunately, this thing does not have the strange attribute of [Only the Chosen King can pull it out].

"Come on." Minechel held the golden holy sword in one hand, and inserted the blade into the soil. Then Minechel picked up the spear again, and pointed the tip of the spear at Artoria: "The second round is just about to begin."

The offensive rounds were exchanged. At this time, Minechel no longer needed to worry about the trauma on his arm, and naturally he no longer needed excessive durability.

The twilight halo circulated again.

"Charge State"

Fragmented magical arcs circulated around his body, but before Menechel charged, his body froze suddenly.

A sense of panic came from the depths of the spirit base.

——His summoner, Kenneth, has been attacked by unknown people.

　The state is not good, let me take it easy, Lemonhead will not die for the time being, we must frustrate his spirit, otherwise accidents will easily happen
　　ps: After zero o'clock is called morning, after twelve o'clock is called afternoon, understand?
　　
　
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