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

Chapter 150 A Promise That Doesn't Need To Be Fulfilled
Compared with the luxurious attribute panel, Menechel's treasure is much more unpretentious, without any magic power requirements and power storage restrictions. It's just a concept of defense.

When Red Lancer chose to confront Menechel without knowing anything about him, his injury was already doomed. Perhaps no matter how vigilant Red Lancer was, he couldn't imagine that someone would use the Noble Phantasm at the beginning of the battle.

Even though he was on guard after being hit by the first sword, the huge wound that almost tore apart half of his body and the blood overflowing from the wound weakened the red Lancer's state all the time, depriving him of his strength , making him more and more weak in the next battle.

But obviously he fell into a disadvantage, but the red Lancer still didn't show the slightest panic.

On the contrary, Menechel's side failed to achieve any effective results after several violent onslaughts.

——In that case!
The Thunder Snake, which had been entangled on the surface of Minechel's body, disappeared abruptly, and the raging sparks lost their hold, spreading to Minechel's body in an instant.

His eyes were red, and Menechel, who had lost the protection of his magic power, did not retreat but advanced. Facing the flames, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands at the same time, and slammed down on the head of the red Lancer with a powerful and heavy sword.

The front, the sides, and even the way back were all blocked. On the contrary, Menechel also left no means of defense.

With nowhere to hide and knowing that the defense was futile, the red Lancer bent his arms, and a little flame rose from around the red Lancer's body, dancing around the spear tip.The raging flames seemed to convey the danger of the battlefield with heat.

——The gun tore through the atmosphere, and the roaring flames bit towards Menechel, and in the face of Lancer's ferocious blow, Menechel did not dodge or dodge, and even puffed out his chest on his own initiative just to ensure that the red Lancer couldn't escape from his own sword.

The flames spewed out, but when they touched Menechel, they dissipated powerlessly towards the surroundings as if they were stuck on a barrier.In the explosion of sparks and thick smoke, both sides took a few steps back.

The attacks of the two parties hit almost in no particular order, but the fatal attack left no obvious scars on either the red Lancer or the black Saber, especially Saber, except for the slightly damaged armor, there was almost no trace of scars on his body.

Menechel's eyes looked at the thin line of blood on Lancer's face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a malicious smile, but the inadvertent frown revealed his true emotions at the moment.

"The wound is so shallow."

He adjusted his body step by step, the initial carelessness disappeared, and a pair of dark red eyes stared at Lancer.

If this kind of shallow wound hadn't been seen with his own eyes, Menechel would never believe that it was cut by himself.

The attack that cannot be defended seems to have lost its due effect on Lancer, no - each of his blows should have been an attack that made the opponent unable to defend, and the damage was indeed transmitted to the red Lancer. The opponent's body has not yet recovered Shallow wounds are the best proof.But more damage seemed to be diverted by the red Lancer in an unknown way.

Transfer, was the only word that Menechel could think of.

It wasn't just a single blow. In fact, in the previous fights, there were 78 gunshots that hit the opponent. No matter which one was hit, it was an unbiased and vital point, but none of these attacks achieved the expected effect.The artery was cut and the glabella was pierced.

It should have been like this, but these fatal injuries only stayed on his skin.

Witnessing this strange scene, Menechel distanced himself a little, and cast a glance at him with a gaze that seemed to freeze the enemy. There seemed to be bright and dark lights in his eyes.

"Saber! What are you doing, get rid of him quickly!"

Gold's voice was in his ear, and he laughed at Gold's ignorance, ignoring the idiot.

"It seems that I underestimated you." Menechel said, his smile gradually narrowed, and the arc wound his body again. As well as the magic power in the surrounding air, his aura climbed up at a faster speed than before, the dim red sword body brightened up bit by bit, and the dark and dirty blood filled the entire sword body.

The obvious strange magic power on Saber made the red Lancer subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand - it was obvious that Saber was only ready to use his full strength at this time.

But Lancer didn't take any corresponding action, but completely dissipated the flames wrapped around him.

"Saber from the black side, this is the end of tonight's battle." The red Lancer turned his back to the slowly rising sun, as if indicating that he had no intention of fighting, the tip of his spear that had been pointing at Menechel also dropped down , the rising sun hit his pale face, adding a bit of sacred charm to him: "The sky will be bright soon."

Menechel raised his head and looked at the bright sky. The sunlight was projected on his hideous armor, casting a shadow on him.

"You think so."

A strange feeling surged up, Lancer raised the gun subconsciously, this action was stopped by him just half way through, the red magic power surged up on both sides of Lancer's armor, wrapping around his body.

The barrier formed by the flames was torn open in the next moment, and the sonic boom sound of the air being torn apart came from the ear, and an epee entangled with red thunder slashed diagonally from top to bottom, and the flames pushed Lancer's body. The body wanted to climb up into the sky, but he was a step too slow after all. A large swath of blood mist exploded from Hong's right shoulder, and lightning quickly spread across Lancer's body, causing Lancer to momentarily lag.

The flames of the body shield blocked Menechel's next move, and he took a few steps back. He lifted his chin and looked at the red Lancer suspended in midair: "But I think it is at this moment that I defeated you perfect timing."

The next time we meet, it is almost impossible to create such a chance to severely damage the red Lancer. My treasure has been exposed, so I have to keep this person no matter what.

The aura on his body was still rising, and the dark-colored sword in his hand gradually warmed up, and raging electric arcs burst out from it from time to time.

Facing Menechel's fighting spirit, Red Lancer closed his eyes.

"Since it's your request..."

The fiery magic power washed over the earth, and the traces were too loose and disorderly, with no fixed direction.It wasn't the damage done with the malicious intention of destroying something, but it proved that it was just the pure aftermath of the accumulated attack.Just the mere aftermath distorts the surrounding air, evaporating every drop of water.

Facing the red Lancer's charge, Menechel smiled and raised the great sword in his hand, the excitement in his eyes brightened his pupils.

That's right, what he was waiting for was this moment, the thrill of defeating and crushing a powerful opponent, the more powerful the opponent, the more necessary to kill him!
Holding the sword hilt with both hands at the same time, the majestic magic power impacted the deterrence from the red Lancer from bottom to top, as if to wave the entire land, Minechel's whole body was trembling with force.

Raging thunder and blazing flames, two completely different beams of light replaced the nascent rising sun, sweeping towards the not yet fully lit sky in a more violent way.

The momentum reached its peak at a certain moment.

The long spear thrown from top to bottom and the heavy sword swung from bottom to top are getting closer and closer.

"That's it!"

The excitement on Menechel's face stopped abruptly, and the red magic power flickered around him for a moment, and then he was horrified and annoyed to find that the energy that he had been using his arms and fingers suddenly spread uncontrollably towards the surroundings.

Not only him, but the red Lancer also encountered the same situation, and he couldn't even maintain the magic power to keep flying.

"you!"

Menechel raised her head, her blood-colored pupils were extremely constricted and elongated, and her slender vertical pupil-like eyes looked at the blond woman who had just spoken, oppressing this person from all directions with undisguised killing intent.

Facing Menechel's intimidation, he stared at him without the slightest fear. With one hand on the flagpole, Ruler stood under the sunlight: "What you did just now violated the secrecy of the Holy Grail War. Innocent people will be involved."

Lancer had no extra emotions, he nodded to Ruler, and Lancer, who didn't want to fight in the daytime, lifted his fighting posture, his body began to become transparent, and before he completely spiritualized, Lancer took a deep look at the A glance at Menechel:
"I'll come to you."

Watching Lancer's departure, Menechel didn't speak and made no unnecessary movements. He also disbanded his own armor but left only the epee in his hand.Menechel was expressionless. Disturbed by his enthusiasm for fighting, he turned the direction of the blade, and he assumed an offensive posture towards Ruler.

　Jianmi's mental age is about 19 years old, and he will act according to his own preferences regardless of the consequences as before.

　　Thanks to DK Jingluo and Zero II for their rewards
　　
　
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