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

Chapter 155

Achilles leaned against the treetops and folded his hands behind his head. Even though he was in the enemy's base camp at this time, he still showed an extremely relaxed posture.

He completely ignored the warning from Red Archer, his companion, and continued to play the ditty of his hometown.

The sound of birds chirping in my ears stopped, and at the same time there was the sound of wheels rubbing against the dirt.

"Has Black's Servant finally arrived?"

——Could it be Black Rider?
The sound that was obviously made by the vehicle made Achilles secretly look forward to what could show his bravery better than defeating the Servant of the same job agency.

The corner of Achilles' eyes shifted slightly, and he focused his eyes on the direction of the sound, but when he saw clearly the body of the vehicle that was roaring and breaking through layers of trees blocking the collision towards the center of the battlefield, even The great Greek hero who had seen the Odysseus wooden horse was also stunned for a moment.

It is an off-road vehicle that is not clean or even has some pits and holes. If this kind of shivering vehicle that no one wants to recycle when it is thrown in the second-hand market is regarded as a mount or even a treasure of a certain cavalry, it will be harmful to the whole world. Blasphemy of Rider's job title.

"How dare you despise me so much."

Feeling being provoked, Achilles laughed more and more recklessly. Facing the approaching off-road, instead of choosing to dodge, he stood where he was.

The off-road vehicle approached quickly with its headlights on, but when it approached Rider, it suddenly accelerated and slammed into Achilles.

Achilles did not dodge or dodge. His feet seemed to be rooted in the soil and he blocked the front of the chariot with his flesh. He embraced the entire front of the chariot with both hands. He exerted force with his arms, twisted his waist, and lifted the rear wheel of the off-road vehicle away. On the ground, the drive body that lost the rear wheels also lost power quickly. Achilles took advantage of the victory and chased to keep the grapple and smashed the whole car on the dirt beside him.

A series of skillful movements seemed to have been rehearsed dozens of times without any sloppiness. Achilles stepped on the still rotating wheel and forced the wheel to stop with his toes.Through the car window, Achilles could clearly see the structure inside the car.

"Is there only one servant? It seems that I am really underestimated!"

There was a muffled bang, and the door was violently kicked away.A hand that followed grabbed the car door that hadn't yet flown away and threw it at Achilles.

Naturally, this kind of pediatric attack couldn't touch Achilles, and he passed the car door just by turning slightly sideways.

Achilles looked at the heavily armored knight who got out of the car. His whole body was covered in blood-colored armor without any inch of skin exposed to the air.

"Oh, it's interesting." Achilles narrowed his eyes slightly as he felt the magic power suddenly stirred in the air. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed a javelin out of thin air, and played a trick in front of the knight.

The dark green javelin twirled deftly at his fingertips, and it was not until the knight kicked the off-road vehicle lying in the middle of the battlefield away that Achilles turned his wrist and firmly grasped the javelin.

Pointing the tip of his gun at the enemy in front of him, Achilles showed a smile full of fighting spirit: "Why, don't you show your weapon?"

"who are you?"

He didn't pay attention to the other party's words, didn't listen to the other party's thoughts, and didn't have the slightest warning. Achilles, who was still greeting each other one second, stabbed the javelin decisively in the next second.

The collision between the tip of the spear and the armor created a series of sparks, and the tentative shot pierced light-colored scratches on the blood-colored armor.Achilles retracted his gun immediately when the blow failed, but he didn't take advantage of the trend to retreat. With the posture of retracting his gun, he sideways hit and kicked directly at the opponent's hideous head armor.

The body collided with the armor, and Achilles kicked the enemy half a step away with his powerful physical ability, but the smile on Achilles' face gradually faded.

He also took half a step back and opened the distance, staring at the knight in front of him with an ugly face: "Why didn't you fight back?"

"I came here after hearing that there was a red Lancer, but it was you who met me."

Compared to Achilles, Menechel showed a lack of interest in his opponent.It was true that Achilles didn't react to Achilles' tentative stabbing for the first time, but he was too lazy to dodge the second kick.

Unlike the red Lancer, who is full of devastating attacks with every shot, the servant in the red square in front of him seems to be as physically fit as him.

Unfortunately, Menechel's ability to withstand blunt blows is difficult to estimate.

He looked at Achilles who suddenly backed away stubbornly and stopped attacking, subconsciously touched his chin, but pinched his own hard headgear.Only then did he realize that he was fully armed in advance to deal with the red Lancer.

"Is Red Lancer not here?"

He looked at Achilles, and the epee took shape in his palm.

"Stop looking down on people!"

It was the javelin in his hand that came out together with Achilles' voice, and this time he didn't hold back his hand as the javelin crossed in a straight line, and aimed straight at the opponent's chest with the greatest strength.

The gun body was intercepted in mid-air, and the knight's sword pressed down on the gun body in a slashing posture, abruptly changing the direction of the opponent's attack, and the heavy object hit the dry mud in the forest, causing waves of flying dust.

Achilles flew up and kicked Menechel's belly, but was caught by the opponent's elbow.

The two of them took half a step back, and Menechel thoughtfully moved his arm that had just received the flying kick, and the slight numbness quickly disappeared under the nourishment of the magic power.

"It seems that you are difficult to be my opponent."

Menechel sighed softly, he disarmed himself in disappointment, the armor disappeared, leaving only the light and soft armor close to his body.

"But it seems that I can only be patient and play with you."

This humiliating move made Achilles' face flushed with anger. He swung the body of the gun and pressed the opponent's shoulder blade with the barrel of the gun, losing the protection of the armor shell. Achilles quickly wanted to drag the opponent into himself Best at hand-to-hand combat, he quickly controlled Menechel's joints, and Achilles quickly shortened the distance between the two sides using the gun body as an axis.

But the enemy he faced was not an ordinary person. Before Achilles' hand touched Menechel, the opponent had already reacted quickly, and the other hand that was not restricted moved fisted towards Achilles. Come.

After a few trials before, Achilles, who knew that the opponent's muscles were terrifying, did not resist. He turned his body slightly and grabbed the barrel of the gun with both hands. own body.

Laying down on Menechel's body with both hands, he bypassed the opponent's neck and held the javelin horizontally, desperately suppressing the joints of the opponent's right arm. With the advantage of his body position, he briefly reached a stalemate. Achilles could not Dare to be negligent, his feet locked the knight's left arm, he straightened his legs, trying to dislocate one of Menechel's arms with Pancrasin's technique.

It's just that the physical fitness of the knight under him far exceeded Achilles' expectations, and he didn't hear the slight sound of bones until Achilles was a little weak.

——Fortunately, it is not so powerful that it is inhuman.

But before Achilles breathed a sigh of relief, he only felt his body shake suddenly and violently.

Achilles immediately straightened his body, but it was still a step too late.

The knight under him treated the dislocated arm as a whip, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and smashed it to the ground together with Achilles on the arm.

boom--!
Achilles rolled a few times in embarrassment in the sky full of smoke and dust. The particles he inhaled unconsciously and the pain from his chest made Achilles cough violently.

Supporting the javelin, Achilles stood up. He looked at the black Saber who was still looking down at him with a mocking smile on his face. The knight who threw a punch with his upper arm right where he was.

Achilles dodged hastily.

——Is this guy really Saber?
Achilles couldn't help wondering, this kind of madness and such a perverted system that only cares about fighting and completely ignores pain, isn't the other party really Berserker?
He clenched the javelin in his hand, and the javelin flashed a green magic power in his hand.

Achilles' javelin shot across a meteor, pierced sideways towards Menechel's throat, and Menechel leaned sideways on the trajectory of the spear with his sword.

"Yes, that's it - don't forget to use your weapon, don't try to defeat me by hand-to-hand combat." Menechel held the sword in both hands and pressed Achilles little by little. As if teaching Achilles how to defeat himself, he preached: "Unless you are sure to punch through my body with one punch and shatter my spiritual base, I will never recover anyway."

The epee hit the ground in the air, and Achilles, who knew that he was at a disadvantage in the wrestling, drew back, but this time Menechel did not let himself go. Slashed towards Achilles.

Downward slashing and side slashing are just two basic movements, but because of the blessing of strength, Achilles is forced to deal with them with all his strength. The indiscriminate slashing strikes are as dense as raindrops, and each blow may become a killer move. , Achilles was not overwhelmed by such a frantic offensive, but instead seized the gap between the opponent's attack and tried to counterattack.

But even in the attacking posture, the broad blade of the sword still covered most of Menechel's body, and the few shots Achilles took while he was busy could only touch the opponent's arms and legs.

But as the number of attacks increased, Achilles gradually discovered something was wrong—the blood soaring from the wound stopped within a breath, and the broken flesh often healed before Menechel swung his sword next time.

——Even the monsters in Achilles' impression don't have this terrifying self-healing power.

"Do you see it?"

And Menechel seemed to be waiting for this moment, he turned his wrist, the sword quickly bypassed the stabbing javelin, he opened his chest to meet Achilles' thrust, and at the same time he slashed at Achilles. The position of the scapula of Karius.

"As you can see, attacks that don't kill me can't hurt me at all!"

The pupils were extremely constricted and almost became a thin slit, and the pain from the right side of his chest not only did not shake him, but intensified his viciousness, the corners of his mouth quickly raised into a bloodthirsty smile.

"You didn't have an attack that could cause effective damage to me from the beginning to the end!"

The blood surged, and Menechel bowed and chopped off Achilles' entire body.The blood sprayed from the chest dripped onto the sword, and the air became quiet at this moment.

Menechel stepped back a few steps, and the blood hole in his chest and lungs healed rapidly with each breath. He looked at Achilles who was only pulled back by the force from the blade of the sword but was not injured at all. , the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

— Immortality?
Then why did you defend so hard just now?
At this time, Achilles was still immersed in the violent deterrence that erupted from Menechel's sudden attack just now, he subconsciously touched the place where he was hit - except for the broken leather armor, he did not receive any flesh damage.

Achilles, who came back to his senses, looked at Menechel, but there was some surprise in his eyes.

——This monster that looks like it is linked to a god is not without divinity?
Menechel stopped backing. He wiped off the blood stains on the soft armor with his fingertips and daubed it on the sword at will.

"It's really unlucky, why did you meet another one——do you really not know Red Lancer?"

Obviously there is no problem with every attack, but I can always encounter all kinds of weird abilities. Today is the second time I have encountered.

"I've only seen Archer and Berserker as servants on our side."

Achilles looked around at the not-so-open area. Using the Noble Phantasm here would not maximize the chariot's power, but this did not prevent him from looking at him with a provocative smile.

"But Black Saber, I am interested in you. You have that kind of physique but no divinity. Can you tell me your real name?"

"Then you have to show some strength that interests me."

"Haven't you noticed? Black Saber, you can't kill me, now the offense and defense are alternating!"

As if predicting that the opponent would not have the ability to kill him, Achilles' voice became unscrupulous, and he slowly approached Menechel, the speed became faster and faster as the distance got closer, and finally his body almost pulled out A green afterimage, like a comet-like fluorescence, wrapped around his body.

Achilles moved around Menechel at high speed, and the javelin landed on Menechel's body from time to time, but there was no fixed landing point at all, leaving only a shallow line each time. The wounds are easy to touch and never greedy for success.

Unable to catch, the disadvantage in speed made Menechel only passively beaten.

Finally at a certain moment, he was finally tired of Achilles' harassment like a fly. The particles of magic power floated around Menechel's body, forming the shape of armor, and the epee, which had been held flat on his chest, suddenly Swinging down, the thunder snakes spread rapidly towards the surrounding area with Menechel as the core, the epee fell to the ground, and the magic power wrapped around the sword instantly lost control, and the raging thunder burst quickly towards the surroundings with more magic power engulfed in it.

As the irregular magic power swept across, changing the surrounding environment, a loud whistle sounded, and the dark green magic power agitated, forming a storm and quickly blowing away the blinding flying dust.

In the scattered dust, two green horses pulled the chariot down from the sky, and Menechel took a few steps back to watch vigilantly the incident that broke into the battlefield.

Achilles didn't hesitate at all, and stepped onto the chariot in two steps. He held a gun in one hand and shook the reins with one hand, and turned to look at Menechel with an arrogant attitude about to leave.

—Want to run?
Menechel, who was agitated by successive changes, naturally couldn't let Achilles leave so easily. The magic power under his feet exploded, pushing his body forward quickly.

"Black Saber, don't send it away - I will come to take your head off next time."

The chariot quickly lifted into the air against the wind.

Menechel stopped in his tracks, his pupils became redder with anger, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Who told you to leave."

There was a thunder snake wrapped around the fingertips, and under the curious gaze of Achilles, Menechelle's five fingers pointed at his chest.

The armor was ripped open, and large swaths of blood donation gushed out. Menechel's expression remained unchanged as if he couldn't feel the pain. His pupils quickly elongated, and he stared at the chariot going away.

Achilles opened his mouth wide, not understanding what happened, but the next moment, an inexplicable sense of oppression swept over his body, like a locked prey, Achilles instinctively felt fear, his hands and feet For a moment, the surrounding scenery turned gray, and the dizzying sense of subversion instantly swallowed Achilles' consciousness.

When he came back to his senses again, he had already fallen from the sky. He glanced at the even worse war horse beside him, which was foaming at the mouth, and stood up holding the javelin.

Achilles turned his gaze back to Menechel, who had a bloody mouth on his chest, and the smile on his face subsided.

On the other hand, Menechel laughed more and more wildly. He flicked his blood-stained hand, and the flying blood droplets scattered on the sword and the grass, and a chilling atmosphere suddenly filled the air.

His pair of red vertical pupils like ancient predators are full of cruel blood blindness:
"Now, Rider, shall we start the second round?"

　Minai's second skill [Knight of Immortality False] ignores non-fatal injuries during use, but after entering this state, all special abilities, including magic power release, treasures, and other skills, are all sealed and cannot be used. Can rely on your own level A to deal damage, you can take the initiative to remove it, and force it to be removed after receiving a fatal injury (heart, head), generally suitable for enemies that Minai despises
　　For details, please refer to the relevant work (saber's employment card)

　　
　
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