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

Chapter 125 A Missing Possibility

He estimated that for a lifetime, no, even if he turned into a dead soul, he would not be able to forget the scene at that moment.

The specific weather was probably a rainy day. As the general of the defeated army, he hurriedly fled back to Camelot with the remnants of the defeated army.

When Lancelot met the king, the loving King Arthur didn't scold him as he expected. She just said in a reasonable tone:
"Failure has nothing to do with you, Sir Lancelot."

Wang didn't even have the slightest movement in his eyes, that kind of indifference Lancelot was all too familiar with.

The lungs of the first knight of the round table seemed to be stuffed into a ball of flames. The tearing and burning pain made Lancelot wish to tear his chest open immediately.

Ahhh—of course I would take it for granted, because he, Lancelot, is just a substitute. How much can we expect from a substitute?

The first knight, the first knight of the round table.Anyone will involuntarily compare these two titles.

King Arthur, she had the idea of ​​"finding a replacement" when she let herself take over the territory and army of the Knights of Menechel.

It doesn't matter, no matter who says Lancelot thinks it doesn't matter.

But, why is it her, it is her.

Guinevere, the woman he loves deeply.

"It's okay, even that Saltysh will definitely not be able to cope with this situation."

Menechel again, Menechel again!
He yelled and shook off the woman's hand, but his outrageous behavior caused a different kind of dispute. Guinevere immediately stuck to it, attracting someone's attention within the time of going back and forth.

Afterwards, defection, infidelity, infamy, all kinds of infamy fell on Lancelot like raindrops.

In this way, he is not a substitute for anyone - Lancelot thought, but after all, he underestimated people's pursuit of the title of "No. [-]".

——"Sure enough, all the first knights will not be willing to submit to that King Arthur."

……

Aaa——!
A black mist like a waterfall burst up, and the slack red eyes instantly became solid. Berserker supported his hands on the ground bit by bit, allowing the tip of the gun to sink into his body.

The ground split apart from Berserker's elbow as the origin, and Berserker's body sank together, but his stubbornly raised head was always facing the white spearmen who stood condescendingly and looked down at him.

Pale colors stand out against dark-toned backgrounds.

Dazzling, unbearable, white that is out of place.

"Mi - nichel!!!"

Berserker roared again, and his dark-type armor became dilapidated due to the exertion of his whole body.

The shell peeled off layer by layer, and the strong muscles and the almost twisted hideous face were finally exposed in front of Menechel's eyes.

"It really is you, Lancelot."

Menechel supported the spear with all his strength, and even though Berserker tried his best to get close to Menechel, the gun shaft that penetrated Berserker's entire body stopped him from further actions.

There is not much intersection between him and Lancelot, and it is really just a relationship between superiors and subordinates.

But the knowledge given by the Holy Grail gave him a different kind of knowledge.

Pale white fluorescence spread all the way down from the barrel of the gun, and the expression on Menechel's face disappeared bit by bit.

Even if he can't use the Noble Phantasm, he still has the necessary countermeasures.

"Although I knew for a long time that Guinevere was the next choice, I never thought that you would be the one who made the mistake."

Berserker stretched out his hand, but he still couldn't touch Menechel's body. His body was submerged under the white fireflies bit by bit, and the black flames of hatred overflowed from his red eyes.

Large swaths of blood flowed from Menechel's neck, but at this moment, he continued to maintain the state of releasing magic power as if he couldn't feel it, gritting his teeth and insisting on refusing to enter the [defense] state.

Berserker's vitality was stronger than he had imagined. Even though he risked his life relying on the blessing of the two retained skills, Menechel could barely keep a safe distance from Berserker and retreat step by step.

At this time, the twilight light on his body was so thin that it was almost invisible, indicating that the blessing of [Twilight Knight] was about to end.

Still, anyone can guess that Menechel must take this opportunity to completely wipe out Berserker.

"Ka-"

Berserker's movements stopped at a certain moment, as if the pause button was pressed, all resistance disappeared at this moment, and the red magic power that was different from Berserker itself rose from his body, faintly overshadowing what belonged to Minai. Cher's white magic.

Instead of launching a counterattack, he chose to retreat as soon as he saw it——

It can be said that it was exactly what Menechel wanted.

"Sorau!"

He turned his head too violently, causing more blood to be squeezed out of the wound, but the woman behind him also responded.

Command spells, not only Solau, Berserker's Master also mastered the crucial three-stroke command spells, which the other party used at such an important time.

Berserker is a servant with no ability to communicate, and the opponent's master can use the command spell at such a critical moment, which does not mean that Berserker's master is also on the scene.

A magic bird soared into the sky, emitting the most dazzling light in a corner of the gray sky.

At the same time that Berserker's body disappeared, Menechel also transformed the spear into a spirit body.

The A-level agility attached to the charging state allowed Menechel to break out of the tentacles in an instant.

The dark purple tentacles that had lost their target were dull for a moment, and then spread violently to the three masters behind them.

And Rider's chariot appeared at the right time, and the lightning under the wheels easily crushed the tentacles that were trying to cut the back row.

Rider pulled up the three of them, and stuffed them into the co-driver regardless of the capacity of the tank.

"Master of Lancer." While raising the height of the chariot to avoid more tentacles growing from the ground, Rider looked ahead solemnly and asked: "Looking at Lancer's current state, there is really no Question?"

"Menechel says he's all right."

Rider didn't comment on Solau's inexplicable confidence, he silently followed Solau's guidance and caught up with Menechel.

"But Rider, is it really good to just leave Archer here alone?"

Weber glanced at the golden archer standing on the ruined wall, his veins bulging out of anger, and his tone was not without worry.

"If it's just Caster's summon, there's no problem in handing it over to Jin Yingying." Rider's words meant something, and he calmly swept towards the tentacles that were following all the way under the chariot.

Sure enough, this thing is closer to an independent life form than Caster's sea monster.

The light from the explosion of the familiar gradually dimmed, and in the dark alley, a strange scene appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Lancer kept a hideous smile stained with blood on his face, lifted someone up with one hand, and put the gun on the other person's neck.

　The outline here is missing, it took me a while to make up an outline

　　
　
(End of this chapter)