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

Chapter 15 This Baiqi King, Is Sin (for further reading)

The gates are open.

Menechel was not worried about being ambushed, and walked straight into the city gate.As soon as they entered the city of Lothian, several knights in armor and armor appeared on both sides, and the leading knight in silver armor was in front of Menechel.

"Please leave the weapon to the attendant for safekeeping."

As he said that, a person came trotting from behind, stretched out his hands and knelt down in front of Menechel.

This is out of the most basic wariness of the knights who have just run away, but Menechel doesn't think so—maybe others don't know, but his sword is actually made of dragon bones, and it was handed over to someone who is not familiar with it Take care, Menechel is not at ease.

What's more, with a sword in hand, it was difficult for Menechel to feel safe.

"No, my sword is quite heavy, and most people can't handle it."

Menechel waved his hand politely, ignoring the incredulous gaze of the silver armored knight in front of him, and wanted to walk straight forward.

The silver-armored knight immediately stretched out his hand to stop it, and the sound of the knight's sword being unsheathed was heard scatteredly around.

"Forgive me for not allowing you to pass, this is Lothian's rule."

It seems that there is no way to get away with it.

Menechel sighed softly. He didn't want to give up the city he finally met, so he stopped. At this moment, he seriously looked at the silver armored knight in front of him. There was no magic power fluctuation on his body. The weakest dragon in the world is much weaker.

To allow this kind of knight to take up the position, presumably the strength of other people in the city is not too strong.

——Then kill directly?
Menechel shook her head, and couldn't help being amused by her own thoughts.This is no longer an ideal land, and what I am facing is not a monster.

Menechel, who massacred cities for no reason, isn't that bad yet.

"never mind."

He opened his mouth and said, Menechel straightened his arms and placed the big sword horizontally in front of his chest, then turned his wrist and staggered the edge of the sword, and the smooth side of the sword was facing the kneeling attendant.

"take it."

The attendant immediately took two steps on his knees, crawled up to Menechel, and touched the sword with his palm.

At this moment, Menechel suddenly let go, and the attendant felt his hands sinking, and before he could use his strength, his hands were pressed to the ground by the knight's sword.

The attendant raised his head and showed a flattering smile to Menechel, but his smile soon couldn't be maintained, and no matter how hard he tried, the sword wouldn't budge.

"What are you doing!"

The silver-armored knight scolded the attendant sullenly. King Gwen entrusted him with the task of showing the country's prestige to the new knights, but it turned into a drama by one of the attendants.

"Well, Lord Chamo, this sword is a bit heavy."

Cold sweat dripped down the attendant's forehead, and he looked up at the silver armored knight with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Although Chamo wished to decapitate this shameful attendant with a sword at this time, he knew that this would only make outsiders laugh. He stared at the attendant angrily, and then waved to a knight behind him to let him step forward to take the sword.

The knight named by Chamo walked over indifferently. He first stretched out one hand to hold it, and soon put the second hand on the hilt, but no matter how hard he tried, the big sword was only lifted corner.

At this moment, it could be said that Chamo, who had turned into a rage from embarrassment, pushed away the knight who was even more humiliating than his attendant, and he directly grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, without raising it in one breath?

Taking a deep breath again, Chamo exerted his strength again, and this time the knight's sword finally hung tremblingly. Chamo bowed his waist before he could declare this great victory to his subordinates around him, he felt the scorching pain around him. line of sight.

That was the sight of the red-armored knight. Even though the opponent's entire head was covered by the ferocious helmet, Chamo always felt that the expression on the opponent's face at this moment was absolutely mocking.

His face turned blue and then white, and he felt that the silver armor on his body had become the jester's costume at this moment.Without taking a breath, the big sword that had just been raised to the calf immediately ran around uncontrollably as if it had a mind of its own, but out of consideration for himself and the kingdom, Chamo gritted his teeth Persevere without letting go.

However, this strange move caused the surrounding knights to step back, but Menechel took two steps forward, reaching out and pinching both sides of the sword accurately.

"Let go."

Showing off her power a little bit made Minechel feel much happier, Chamo let go of her hand very simply, and Minechel maintained the posture of pinching the sword and adjusted the position of the sword at high speed in the air, easily smashing the big sword. The sword was carried on the shoulder.

"thank you very much."

Chamo lowered his head to express his gratitude to Minechel. After Minechel's deliberate show off just now, he couldn't bear to compare - anyway, this is no longer his competitor.

"Thank you."

Chamo's face was a little pale, perhaps because of too much force just now.

"Qia Moqing, what's going on?"

King Gwen, who came in a hurry from a distance, only saw the scene of Menechel grabbing the sword. He glanced at Menechel with some vigilance, suspecting that he was here to assassinate him.

Chamo knelt down in front of King Gewen first.

"My subordinates first congratulate the king for getting a big boost."

The red-armored knight in front of him is an unimportant existence, and Chamo can be sure that he doesn't know whether his dismount just now has angered the other party, but fortunately, Chamo knows how to remedy it with his long experience in court.

King Gewen glanced at Chamo, he was very aware of the temperament of his knight, touched his chin and thought for a while, then he said to Chamo: "Since this is the case, Qing Chamo, you will take it with you."

Saying that, King Gwen stopped and turned to look at Menechel.

"Sartish Menechel."

Although he felt a little uncomfortable with this peculiar name, King Gwen continued without changing his expression: "Take Sir Menechel to rest first."

He turned his head to look at the knights under Chamo again: "You guys, come with me to meet the King of Hundred Riders."

Menechel's eyes flashed, and he remembered the name of King of Hundred Knights.

"It was our King Gwen of Lothian just now, and he also agreed for you to enter the city." After King Gwen left, Chamo, who was demoted to a "tour guide", said: "But the king is now entangled in important matters and does not want you to enter the city." I can't come to receive you in person."

"Knight Chamo, the King of Hundred Knights just now is"

Chamo glanced at Menechel in surprise, as if wondering why he didn't even know the famous King of Hundred Knights, but even so Chamo didn't say a word, just pretending not to hear and leading the way.

Knowing that he had asked the key question, Menechel didn't go any further. He changed the subject, only to hear Menechel continue to ask, "Do I still need to hand over my sword to the attendant?"

"No need." Chamo twitched, and glanced at the knight who was easily following behind him with a big sword on his back: Sir Menechel, there is probably no one else in Lothian who can pick it up except you. This sword is gone.

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Note: In Britain at that time, dragging a sword was considered a felony, and the executor could be beheaded by the owner of the sword without being held accountable, so there were special attendants responsible for holding the sword.

(End of this chapter)