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

Chapter 149 Is there really someone who starts with a treasure?
"Saber! Continuous turning ahead!"

Gold gripped his seatbelt tightly with both hands, and hoarsely reminded someone who was driving the car directly in front of him.

"Don't worry, Gold, trust my riding skills."

Only the non-return of the other party's reply made Gold believe that he had indeed made a voice.The up and down arc gave Gold the illusion that he was about to be shaken to pieces. For the first time, he felt that the quality of the car was a bad thing.

Why hasn't it fallen apart!
It's just that as soon as such a humble thought arises, a sense of weightlessness that goes directly to the brain follows. The car hits the ground and even Gold hits the roof of the car unexpectedly.

Accompanied by the sound of "Dang", Gould saw his driving instructor showing a gentle smile in a trance, and asked himself if he understood why the column of Saber's riding skills could not be displayed.

It was hard to tell which one hit the ground first, the body or the soul, and the inertia brought by the sudden braking without any buffer for Gold forced Gold to bury his entire face on the back of the sofa.

Menechel turned sideways and looked at Gold with a slight smile. He raised his chin slightly without reducing the excitement in his tone: "How about it, exciting?"

Gold, who was already on the verge of the root, was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound. He was ready to get out of the car with his stomach full, but he was tightly entangled in the seat belt. He could only watch the evil knight's hand Putting it back on the steering wheel, the anxious Gold immediately said:
"My subordinates... Gu... leave the order!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the nausea that had been suffocating before was almost unbearable and made Gold vomit.

"Now I don't drive again." Minechel just turned off the lights and did not continue to drive.

Seeing that Menechel did not continue to play life and death with Gold, Gold slumped down on the seat in peace, frowning to calm down the turmoil in his abdominal cavity.

He poked his head out between the cracks of the seat and looked at the car window ahead. The original wide field of vision was cast with a layer of shadow, and through a little light, it could be discerned that it was a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves.

It appears to have hit a tree.

Gould should have been sad when the car he just bought suffered from such a thing, but at this moment, Gould really felt a little happy.

"Did you drive so fast, did you hit a tree? I told you that you should have let me drive..."

Gold was interrupted in the middle of his words, and Menechel adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror as if trying to observe something.

"Shut up, Gold, our target is here."

Gold couldn't understand it. He also looked in the rear view mirror and saw a truck slowly approaching along the country road.

"You mean that Ruler is in this car." Seeing Menechel nodding, Gold unbuckled his seat belt and reached out to grab the door: "Then why don't you stop that car quickly."

"If you don't want to die, don't leave my side now." Menechel's voice changed from his previous relaxed voice, and his cold gaze swept to Gold: "Besides us, there are other people around us from By."

The man's hand was frozen on the handlebar of the car, and he still didn't open the door. He watched the truck getting closer and closer, and finally bypassed their position. When the truck passed by, Gold crawled On the car window, waiting anxiously for the rear of the truck.

"Didn't you claim to be invincible? Just because there are other Servants around, you dare not move?"

He was so angry that he cursed his followers, and Gold responded with a sneer.

"Afraid? I'm not afraid." Menechel looked at Gold and said, "So, don't even think about ordering me to do things for a fool like you who has never been on a battlefield."

Called an idiot by the servants, Gould was frightened and furious, he looked at Saber, but from the corner of his eye he was surprised to find that Ruler had jumped off the truck.

Seeing Gold's bewildered expression, Menechel raised her chin and smiled mockingly.

He could still feel the undisguised magic power fluctuations of the riders around him, not to mention Ruler as the supervisor, in order to avoid hurting passers-by, getting out of the car was the best choice.

Next, no matter whether they invite Ruler like them, or try to eliminate the supervisor, the servants will do it here.

Sure enough, at the next moment, the black plain was dyed red by a crimson halo, and a servant who seemed to be walking on the sun appeared beside Ruler, and the exaggeratedly large spear held by the man clearly showed the opponent's intentions. job agency.

Red Lancer.

Fortunately, I met a good opponent at the beginning.

Menechel leaned on the back of the chair, resting his hands on his head. He noticed the strange noise behind him. Knowing that Gold was about to say something stupid again, Menechel interrupted Gold first:
"Look, the red Lancer is obviously not here for peace talks. I will come out when he and Ruler are both injured. You should learn the strategy of war."

The expected battle scene did not happen for a long time. Ruler and Red Lancer have been in a stalemate, accompanied by a few quarrels from time to time. Because of the distance, Minechel could not hear the specific content of the conversation.

At a certain moment, the eyes of both sides turned to the same direction, which was also the direction where Minechel was.

The plot failed.

Opening the door of the driver's seat, Menechel looked down at Gold, who was gloating at his misfortune, before setting off.

Chi Lei walked on Menechel's body, adding a strange luster to the already shiny armor.

The red magic power gathered into the shape of a sword, and Menechel, carrying the heavy sword in one hand, walked to the side of the red Lancer unhurriedly.

The scorching sun and the wandering Thunder Snake squeezed each other in the air, without giving in.He didn't have any advantage in momentum, which made Menechel feel amused.With his signature provocative smile, he looked up and down the expressionless red Lancer who put on a slightly defensive posture.

"Although it's not appropriate for me to ask, but there are not many followers like you on the red side, right?"

"I'm sorry, Black Saber, I haven't met my other companions, and there may be some who are better than you."

The voice was calm, but the words that came out combined with the indifferent face formed the most effective taunt.

A bloody light flashed in Menechel's pupils, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, finally showing a malicious grin.

"This kind of attitude that seems to be telling the truth—" Menechel raised the sword, and with his arms exerted force, the sword body quickly wiped out an afterimage in the air: "—you really dare to say it!"

The tyrannical Thunder Snake slammed into the body of the gun that straddled it. The moment the wide body of the gun collided with the blade of the sword, Minechel raised his left hand and held the hilt of the sword with both hands.

The blade, which was not slow at first, accelerated again, roaring and slashing towards the spear.

The red Lancer was obviously a little confused by this unexpected change of mind, but he adjusted the body of the gun without haste and resisted the second force of the blade.

The expected fierce wrestling did not come, and the red Lancer only felt a light in his hand, and his gun missed.

Accident and confusion, followed by tingling pain from the body.

The epee cut across the bloody arc, slashing the red Lancer's shoulder all the way to his lower abdomen, and a large amount of blood flowed out along the wound.

He looked up, and he saw sarcasm in Saber's eyes.

The body swayed back a few steps, Hong Lancer quickly stabilized his figure, and a little more thoughtful appeared on his originally expressionless face.

He frowned and looked at the sword in Menechel's hand, but Menechel didn't care. He let go of his left hand, swiped the blood on the sword with one hand, and looked up at the blood on the red Lancer's body. The wound showed a disgusted expression: "I didn't control the strength well, and it didn't break into two parts."

　The details about Jianmi's skills have been updated, in the work related
　　Jianmi's first kill was blocked by the damage reduction effect of the sun armor, except for the little sun, all other servants would die due to the lack of information when meeting for the first time. This is the attribute of luck

　　
　
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