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

Chapter 11 When you wake up, you will definitely see a strange ceiling. It seems to be a customary rule
When I woke up, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Menechel hooked his fingers but found that it was difficult for him to even raise his hand.

"Aren't you dead?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Menechel was taken aback by his hoarse voice, but just at this moment, there was the creaking sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Menechel looked down, and the low vision made her He can only see the other person's body.

The whole body is green, roughly in line with the image of an elf, and judging by its physique, it is roughly a male.

He can probably guess that the elves rescued him from the mouth of the dragon.

"It's really lucky to survive the dragon's breath." This is a familiar voice, and it is the previous "guiding spirit".

"I might as well die like this."

Menechel closed his eyes, and he turned his head to avoid the leaves that were being handed water.And the "guiding elf" is not used to him, and no longer feeds him water.He said unhurriedly: "I don't want to save you either, but you are probably the most likely creature in Gensokyo to defeat that young dragon at this stage."

But without waiting for Menechel to speak, the elf seemed to remember something and added in his clean voice: "Ah... except for that witch, that guy is not an easy person to get along with."

Menechel habitually took down this information, and then he noticed the elf's description of the dragon.

Just a cub?

The thick unwillingness spread from the heart to the mouth, burning Menechel unbearably.

"Tsk, what am I going to use to fight that dragon now!"

He suddenly roared, but it may have affected the wound. Menechel couldn't help coughing violently.

"Don't get excited, drink water first."

The elf handed over the leaves again, and his innate voice somehow reminded Menechel of Merlin.

But Merlin should be practicing under the guidance of Arturia now.

Maybe it was just that he was extremely thirsty, and this time Menechel finally let go of the liquid in the leaves.The sweet and refreshing feeling overwhelmed the burning sensation on Menechel's body.

"Just fight with the sword, it's very simple." The elf opened his mouth slowly after seeing Menechel finished drinking. There was a sound of rummaging beside him, and then the elf shook the familiar hilt, as if to show something, But because he was too close, Menechel couldn't see it completely: "I watched the battle between you and that guy. You just lacked the weapon that can break the dragon scale. Now I will do it myself, using the one you broke off. A sword made of dragon teeth must be useful."

"But having said that, your body is also very powerful. Being pierced by the dragon's teeth is only a waste of a leg. In my impression, the normal human beings may have been strung together."

This elf has the potential to be a chatterbox. Even if Menechel ignored him, he was still talking non-stop.

If Minechel heard such praise normally, she might be a little interested and add a few words, but at this time, she is physically disabled, and Minechel is just hopeless.

He slowed down and noticed that his body was gradually calming down. Menechel spoke and interrupted the elf's eloquent speech.

"My current physical condition does not allow me to pick up a sword. I am already disabled."

One hand was broken and one leg was broken at the same time. Although Menechel was very confident in himself, he did not think that he could become a "one-handed-one-legged knight".

But it turns out that Menechel is not confident enough, which can be called "inferiority".

The elf's voice was full of doubts, and even though Menechel couldn't see the other party's face, Menechel could still guess the other party's expression at this time.

"Disability? What are you talking about." Then the elf's voice paused, and his tone became teasing again: "Oh—? So you don't understand yourself."

Understand?What do you know?

"See for yourself."

The elf didn't say much this time, he lifted the fur of an unknown animal covering Menechel's body, and Menechel also glanced down subconsciously.

He was naked, and the clothes on his lower body were better than nothing. Fortunately, there was still a fig leaf. The clean fabric told Minechel that it was changed for him after the battle. Thinking that he had been manipulated by someone in a coma Menechel felt a little uncomfortable.

The body suffered extensive burns, and as far as the eyes could see, there was almost no intact skin, and some parts of the chest and abdomen even had scorched black marks.The lower body doesn't look very real, but it's roughly the same when I think about it.

But none of these things attracted Menechel's attention. What really caught his attention was that his left hand was still there.

Although it was scorched black, in Menechel's impression, he seemed to have cut off the charred part long ago, but the arm remained intact at this time.

This is myself, rebirth from a broken limb?Since even the badly injured hand is like this, then your own legs should also be
He wanted to lift his legs, but his body didn't accept the will of his brain.

"How so, how amazing!" Hearing the tone of the elf, the other party seemed to be even more excited: "We tried our best to make that dragon open its mouth to cover your evacuation, but when you spit it out, it landed right at my feet. Sometimes you still look like you are dying, but your body is actually repairing itself."

It seemed that it was not enjoyable to say that, at this time the elf was still muttering words like "unbelievable" alone.

"Your body seems to be made of magic power. If I hadn't checked that you are indeed made of flesh and blood, I would have thought you were some magician's familiar."

As long as it is not directly crushed, it can be regenerated with magic power. Such a familiar is probably not something that ordinary people can use.

Menechel hooked the corner of his mouth, and at this moment he couldn't help but think of Mr. Merlin's evaluation of his body - [as if it is a container that only knows how to store magic power].

In the past, Menechel only knew that the continuous storage of magic power could improve physical strength, but she did not expect that it was actually a "resurrection card".

Did you find a new way to use your body?

"But don't get complacent too early." Only the elf continued: "The magic power of your body is probably like this. You can only rely on rest now."

"It's enough. I'll kill that dragon right away after I recover." Menechel's mood improved a lot, and he was now thinking about turning that dragon into his own source of magic power.

"Okay, just ask first, you probably don't have an appetite for elves."

With such a physique, there is no guarantee that the opponent will have some evil thoughts to eat some creatures rich in magic power to recover.

"I have a strong resistance to human-eating creatures."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the elf turned around and left with a happy smile.

'Looks like the dragon slayer found it'

He thought, in order to kill the dragon, he told the human almost all the known information, but he didn't say anything, for fear of hurting the human's confidence.

The magic of bringing the dead back to life is a miracle that only appears in mythology.How could it be possible to only pay such insignificant magic power as [eat a few sub-dragons].

"Familiar, familiar."

The elf muttered, if that guy is really an existing familiar, then after this time, the magic power to build his body is probably consumed.

In other words, he should not have a few years to live.

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