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

Chapter 142 The Unsolvable Final Treble

It was black and turbid, as if it gathered all the malice and resentment imaginable in the world. Dongmu's spiritual veins were no longer clear as usual, and at this moment they were like turbid sludge.

It was just that he was dissatisfied with getting rid of Tohsaka Tokiomi Matou Zouken, who was guarding the spiritual vein, but it didn't instruct Artoria to go hunting. It is only a matter of time before the malice left in the other party's spiritual foundation pollutes the other party.

More importantly, after seeing Chaldeas, Zouken Matou was convinced that he would definitely return here.

The Liudong Temple was completely immersed in the mud, and every plant and tree here had been transformed into a part of Matou Zouken's body, keeping an eye on the surrounding scenery for it.

Waiting for the Holy Grail to come is a slow process. At a certain moment, Zouken Matou's eyes, like red glass beads, drifted away, and the silent black king followed Zouken Matou's gaze and looked in that direction.

Drenching black sludge, Menechel approached the place where the Holy Grail was step by step. The golden light shining from his chest spread all over his body, and the light golden magic power isolated him from all curses.

The King of Black raised the dirty king sword in his hand, ready to pounce on the enemy that just appeared, but was stopped by Matou Zouken, its eyes were always looking at the door of the temple, even on Menechel There is no time to stay.

Menechel held the middle and lower edge of the gun barrel, and he used the original long gun as a short spear, ensuring that the tip of the gun was always hovering above the mud.

The mud that covered Menechel's calf did not hinder him in the slightest. From the initial jog to the later trot, the short distance from the gate of the temple to the spiritual vein was instantly crossed. Menechel's Dancing with the tip of the spear, he stabbed directly at the two red glass beads of Matou Zouken.

The attack that was supposed to be a feint attack naturally didn't work.

Matou Zouken didn't even look away, Minechel's spear was blocked by the black Wang Jiange.

The halo of dusk passed away in a flash, and he had only half an hour left in the 24-hour time limit of his escape.

【Charge】Status.

Use almost all of the durability to forcibly accumulate the strength to A
Seeing the black Saber acting like a puppet, Menechel's inner anger was mobilized again. Instead of retreating, he wrestled with the black Saber in front of Matou Zouken.

At this time, the black shadow of the Holy Grail became like a referee witnessing the contest between two knights, watching the spear and sword dangling back and forth in front of its eyes.

Finally at a certain moment, under the deliberate guidance of Minechel, the spear and sword fell towards Matou Zouken at the same time.

The black ribbon-like tentacles easily entangled the gun and sword.

The expression on Menechel's face remained unchanged, but Artoria raised her head as if feeling something.

A sword scabbard that she was all too familiar with fell from the sky and pierced straight into her face.

Black Saber subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Menechel reacted very quickly, he let go of the gun barrel, grabbed the chest guard, and at the same time struck the black figure in front of him with the other hand.

The black Saber, whose body was restricted, simply gave up on the action, and the next moment the sludge built by malice under their feet began to boil.

Menechel's face changed, and the halo of magic power exploded on his body.

After using the power of the explosion of magic power, Menechel broke free from the shackles of the black mud under his feet. He jumped up and stretched out one hand to catch Avalon ahead of the black streamer, and the other hand caught the black streamer that fell from the sky. Matthew.

The hand sank, and the black torrent that soared into the sky enveloped Menechel's body the next moment.

When the countercurrent formed by the black mud dissipated completely, the two figures were no longer in the air, but Matou Zouken ignored it. He twitched the spear on the streamer, and the white spear quickly rotted and melted into its body bit by bit.

Different from Matou Zouken's indifference, the sword in the black Saber's hand, which was accumulating magic power, slashed towards a certain place, and the black light cannon hit the ground, but was completely blocked by a shield.

As soon as the black light dissipated, countless black tentacles protruded from the mud, and under the cover of smoke and dust, they went around the side of the shield and stabbed towards Mash.

Matthew, who had no time to react, widened his eyes, seeing the tentacles getting closer and closer to him, and finally exploded in front of him.

A golden halo spread over the Liudong Temple, with the familiar golden hair and red eyes, Archer turned his back to the light curtain emitting a faint cold light behind him, overlooking Matou Zouken and Black Saber condescendingly.

The face of the King of Heroes was full of ridicule and disgust: "How dare you stain this king with filth, and do a good job of apologizing with death."

Zouken Matou, who had completely transformed into the shadow of the Holy Grail, let out a low-pitched raving, as if mocking Archer, who had finally lost his composure.

Behind the big shield, Menechel coughed violently and spit out the black mud that had fallen into his mouth. He glared at Mash angrily:
"You are really brave. In that environment, you chose to attack from the air with no leverage."

"I'm sorry, Monsieur Menechel, I just..."

"No need to apologize." Menechel, who finally vomited out all the sludge, stood up, and moved his fist a little without the spear.

Fortunately, Mash was not allowed to come alone.

"Mr. Menechel, what should we do next?"

Menechel put the scabbard back into Mash's arms: "You and Archer will deal with Black Saber first—"

Before she finished speaking, Minechel raised her hand and pressed Matthew's head, forcing the girl's head down.

The sharp black knight sword was blocked by Menechel's breastplate, and the attack of the knight sword was blocked by virtue of the top durability after the form transformation.

There was the sound of bombing, but it was Archer who fell into a state of rage because the shadow of the Holy Grail swallowed his Noble Phantasm.

He clicked lightly.

He was bored with all the troubles - didn't that idiot Archer notice that the mud was rising under his feet?
"You go to help that Kim Pika first." Minechel separated Hei Saber's sword with his hands, and he punched the opponent's face, but entered the [defense] state with only E-level muscle strength and just slightly pushed Al. Toria repelled a few steps.

"Hold Avalon and be careful not to throw it again."

He didn't want to turn his head around and lose two more enemies.

Menechel pressed Arturia's face with her other hand, and forcibly changed to [Charge] regardless of the sword inserted into her arm.

The palm that finally became strong pushed Artoria all the way across the battlefield.

"I'll hold her back for now, let's solve it as soon as possible."

With only time to say this, Menechel was quickly swallowed by the black mud.

The field of vision was dark at first, and then the pale golden light dispelled the darkness.

He looked at Artoria in front of him, and couldn't help but part his mouth: "Then it's time to make a break between us."

　I guess I was recruited, rest for two days and wait for the result

　　
　
(End of this chapter)