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

Chapter 156
The donated blood fell drop by drop on the grass, and the injury that almost penetrated the left chest caused Menechel to half-bend, but Minechel, who had suffered such a heavy blow, still approached Achilles step by step.

Achilles was lying on his side on the ground, seeing Menechel approaching him step by step with his back to the moonlight. He watched the corner of the other's mouth crazily raised to a ferocious level, and watched the other's blood-stained epee raised.

Sticky blood filled Achilles' entire nasal cavity, and the blood-stained epee coincided with the crescent moon behind him, almost staining the moonlight with a layer of blood.

Like the catastrophe itself, even Achilles felt a chill.

- What a joke!
Desperately driving his paralyzed body, but his stiff body couldn't respond to his instinct, the blood flashed away, and Achilles' whole body was smashed into the mud by a powerful blow.

A blow without armed divinity naturally couldn't injure Achilles, but the exaggerated tension transmitted from the sword was transmitted directly to Achilles' face, and his head fell back in an exaggerated arc, finally driving Leaning back together with the body.

In the swirling dust, Menechel stepped up and stepped on Achilles' back.The blood from the chest dripped down the armor and onto Achilles at his feet.

"Didn't you say you're coming to get my head?"

Because of the pain, Menechel's voice was a little hoarse, but this did not affect the cruelty that was almost overflowing in his words.

Guessing that it was time for Achilles to regain control of his body, Menechel grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands at the same time, and the flashing red thunder flowed down his arms to the blade, and the epee swung and fell. Karius hit the back of the opponent's head before raising his head.

The head that had just been raised was smashed back into the soil again, but this was only the beginning of the torture.Completely ignoring the struggle of Achilles swinging, such a weak and feeble move could not even move Menechel's body, he moved his right foot to step on Achilles' left shoulder, exerting force with his foot and relying on his body position The absolute advantage made Achilles unable to stand up at all.

The third sword, the fourth sword, and the fifth sword struck the back of Achilles' head one after another with the heavy sword, completely abandoning the "cutting" feature of the sword itself, and using the heavy sword as a blunt weapon .

Intensive heavy blows fell on the back of Achilles' head like raindrops, and the raging thunder snake became more and more dazzling on Menechel's body, and finally almost enveloped his whole body, and the strength of the sword also increased with the magic power. Hair grows thick and becomes heavy.

The sixth sword fell, and Achilles completely lost his struggling movement. Menechel didn't stop, he raised the heavy sword again, and his body stimulated by the magic power pulled out a scarlet sword light from the knight's sword. The dim sword body is like a beast that has finally awakened, and the position of the sword tip gradually has a trace of red fluorescence.

Fluorescence drew a cold and stern arc in the air, and the Thunder Snake raged downward along the arc. Before the epee fell, it violently vented the overloaded magic power to the surroundings. Staring at the red Rider under his feet, Minechel exhausted He swung the seventh sword with all his strength.

A little crimson bloomed the moment the sword body touched the ground, and the heat wave that quickly swept out rolled out, and the magic power pushed the surrounding dust to explode layer by layer towards the periphery with this point as the core.

The magical thunderstorm did not distinguish between enemy and friend, and engulfed the entire dense forest with a destructive momentum. Pieces of trees were broken in the middle, and were torn to pieces in the flying storm.

This catastrophic suffix lasted for about ten seconds. When the scattered dust cleared up slightly, the originally flat grass had disappeared, and the whole land was pitted as if it had just been hit by a meteorite. From time to time, scorched trees could be seen wreckage.

In the deepest part of the pit, Menechel, whose half-body armor was stained with scorched black, stood up slightly. The manic electric arc on his body flickered on and off, and finally gradually extinguished, like the calm before the storm.

Menechel let go of his left hand, and the sword in his right hand fell naturally. His left hand touched his head armor, and with his fingers, he tore off his broken head armor. The head armor affected by the magic thunderstorm fell to the ground It shattered instantly, disintegrating into pale black particles and disappearing.

--empty.

The obviously wrong feel of the last sword made Menechel frowned, and his strongest sword missed.The Master of Red Rider seemed to decide that Red Rider would definitely be seriously injured by the sword just now, and forcibly transferred Red Rider with a Command Spell.

The blood hole in his chest was injured a second time because of the too intense full-strength battle just now, and the pain that was suppressed due to the high excitement rushed into his body at this moment. At this moment, Minechel was almost leaning on the Only the sword can barely stabilize the body.

"It's really stupid. If you are more decisive, you can replace me."

He laughed at the cowardice of the Red Rider Master, the sword just now was Menechel's strongest attack without damaging the spirit base for "overload", no matter it was muscle strength or the Noble Phantasm's [Defense Break] Strengthened to the zenith, if Red Rider can survive this sword——

——and die without any suspense on Menechel's next sword strike.

However, the reduced durability after swinging the eighth sword probably made him unable to suppress the fatal wound on his body.

Gold's call came from the causal line, but just suppressing the damage to his body had exhausted all his energy, so Minechel ignored Gold's call.

The blood flowing from the chest became thinner and thinner, but his hands and feet gradually lost strength.Menechel simply sat down on the ground, and the unsupported sword fell on his hand, but he was stubborn and did not transform into a spirit body.

Gold's calling was heard again, and this time Gold's voice came from a distance, followed by a series of heavy and hurried footsteps.The sound of footsteps disappeared abruptly after approaching for a certain distance, and then sounded again with a more urgent frequency.

Gold's figure emerged from the ruins and finally stood by the shallow pit next to Menechel. He looked at Menechel who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a bowed body and heaved a sigh of relief, but then he felt dissatisfied. He opened his mouth and asked:

"Saber, did you hear it, why didn't you reply?"

"Too tired, I never do meaningless things."

Menechel didn't even turn her head, trying to sound calm.

Gold was taken aback by this normal answer. He looked at the chest covered by Menechel's hands, afraid that he would see Menechel's body disappear into magic particles in the next moment.

"Saber, you're not going to die soon, are you?"

Gold asked hesitantly.

"I won't die if you die!" Menechel retorted angrily, he turned his head and looked at Gold: "Just rely on Red Rider, don't say kill me, it's even worse if you want to hurt me a little bit."

As soon as Menechel turned his head, Gold saw the hideous wound on his chest, and the blood hole that looked so empathetic made Gold shudder involuntarily.He looked up and down Menechel suspiciously, this kind of fatal injury was not what the other party said about [I was a little bit close to hurting you], it was [almost killed you].

"Don't look at me with that look, this is the wound I left to prevent Red Rider from escaping."

Gold didn't believe it, but he didn't refute it anymore, he was afraid that Menechel's accidental loss of control would cause the injury to worsen.

"So, what about the Red Rider?" Gold half changed the subject and half looked expectantly at the human-shaped pothole in front of Menechel that was not completely buried by the explosion, hoping to hear the proud words of his followers. answer.

"Run away, didn't keep him, but his Master was transferred with Command Spell."

Menechel's voice was flat. He put one hand on the ground and wanted to stand up, but he almost lost his footing.Gold subconsciously wanted to reach out to help, but was stopped by Menechel in advance.

Seeing Menechel's tough look, Gold sighed incredulously. He pulled up his sleeve and took off his gloves to reveal his Command Seal: "Let's repair it with the Command Seal."

"Wouldn't my advantage be gone if I use the command spell? Resolutely stop it!"

Gold's forehead stretched out the word "Well", and he immediately pointed to Menechel's chest: "Don't use Command Seals, why don't you watch you die?"

Menechel was obviously taken aback by Gold's sudden words, and he subconsciously touched his wound that was no longer bleeding: "Will you die from this kind of injury?"

Gold opened his mouth wide open and couldn't speak for a long time. He stared at the penetrating wound speechlessly. It was a serious injury that no matter which doctor saw it, he could only shake his head, but it became innocuous in the other party's mouth. minor injury.

"Never mind it, Gold. I've had worse injuries than this, and no one made a fuss about dying."

Menechel's words caused Gold to fall into silence. He stared at the wound for a long time and did not speak again. For some reason, the tip of his nose felt a little sore.

"Who cares about you."

Gold suddenly burst out, he quickly put on the gloves, shook off Menechel's hand, he turned around and said awkwardly: "You don't need the command spell anyway, you are the one who hurts, and since you want to recover by yourself, enter Isn't it faster to transform into a spiritual body?"

"It won't take too long." Menechel said carelessly, his hand glowed with red fluorescence, and he even repaired his damaged breastplate leisurely. Under the moisture of magic power, the breastplate became shiny again. Liang perfectly covered the scars on his body, and Menechel raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly: "Look, isn't it completely invisible this way?"

Pretending not to hear the hoarseness in Menechel's voice, Gord understood that it was Menechel's intention to express to himself [he's fine, he doesn't need to use the Command Seal] in an awkward way.

Gold took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He turned around and was about to open his mouth. The magic dress on his wrist suddenly burst into a beam of light.

Gold frowned slightly. He injected magic power into the dress, and the beam of light began to expand to form a light screen, which projected a man's face.

"Master Danik."

Gold bowed his head towards the man in the picture, but the man named Danik just nodded his head in return.

"Gold, Rider took you and made a man-made man and defected."

Opening the mouth was a bomb, Gold's heart seemed to miss a beat, and he raised his head in disbelief.

Menechel, who was not yet completely out of the fighting state, raised his head reflexively when he caught the keyword "Rider", and looked in the direction of Gold with piercing eyes.

"Lancer is organizing Servants to intercept it. That artificial man might be the "heart" that Caster is looking for. Now I need your and Saber's help. "

This is the perfect opportunity to show yourself to the patriarch, agree, agree immediately!Show Yog Domirea your worth!
Gold closed, his lips pursed.

"I'm sorry, Lord Danik, Saber was seriously injured in the battle with Red Rider, and she can't participate in the battle for the time being."

Every time he closed his eyes, he would think of Saber's expression when he said "it's okay", and he clenched his fists involuntarily.

"That's it, then you take Saber to rest first, Saber is also an indispensable combat power." Danik didn't hesitate, he simply hung up the communication, leaving Gold alone standing in place.

Menechel looked at Gold's clenched and loosened fists, and walked three or two steps from the shallow pit to Gold's side. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly, and waited until the other party looked over. Menechel raised his chin slightly and showed a disgusted expression:
"Don't show that little abandoned animal look."

"Huh? Saber, if it wasn't for you and me—"

"I'm not weak enough to need your protection!" Menechel interrupted Gold's words with a low drink, and he looked into Gold's eyes: "If you want to do it, then do it, not Regret when you miss the opportunity."

"But like this..." Gould raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the brand-new armor on Menechel's body, his voice was inexplicably quieter, and the words in his mouth changed accordingly: "I always feel something is wrong."

"You're not a six-year-old kid anymore, so there's no right or wrong."

Menechel patted Gold on the back and pushed him a step forward. Gord turned his head and glared at Minechel in pain, but Minechel blinked at him indifferently: "Let's go!" , even though you rejected that guy's request, isn't there nothing you can do if you happen to meet him?"

……

It was as if a ray of light suddenly penetrated into the dead basement, dispelling all the haze in an instant.

Achilles' eyes snapped open, and his waist forcefully jumped up from the ground.

He touched his head, but it didn't disappear.

—Alive?

Achilles was a little surprised, he moved his body a little, and felt some phantom pain faintly.

He recalled the battle with the black Saber, and his face couldn't help but gloomy. If it wasn't for the huge information gap, Achilles thought he would never have been beaten like this!
His clenched fist loosened again.

——The big deal is to find the place again when we meet next time.

Achilles thought and looked around the surrounding environment. This is the church he had visited once before.

No figure was found, and Achilles spoke loudly:
"Hey, since I was summoned here with the Command Seal, then my Master, you should be around here too, right?"

But no one answered Achilles' question, only the faint connection in the causal line made him look for Father Kotomine.

"Tsk" in displeasure, Achilles has long been displeased with his mysterious master.

Footsteps came from far and near, and a white-haired man in a black dress paced forward.

"Rider, you're back."

Perhaps because of the defeat, Achilles' face was very ugly. He raised his javelin and nodded silently.

The white-haired priest was indeed used to it for a long time and was not annoyed. He spoke gently but straight to the point and clarified his reason for coming: "Can you tell me the information you got from fighting the black Saber?"

　Possess the third skill [Breaking the Oath]

　　Effect: No upper limit to absorb excessive magic power, strengthen one's own tendons and treasures when reaching the upper limit of the spiritual base, when the upper limit of the spiritual base is exceeded, the mandatory magic power will be released every time the sword is swung, and the durability will be reduced by one level, when the durability is lower than B Shi Lingji collapsed.

　　It is stipulated that the charging stage is the first seven swords. From the eighth sword, the magic power consumed by each sword will increase exponentially, and a part of your durability will be sacrificed (that is, Ex is downgraded to A, A is downgraded to B, and B is downgraded. For C), when the [overloaded third sword] is swung out, it ignores the command spell, restores the spirit foundation, collapses and automatically returns to the seat, and each sword is accumulating power (Note: the second overloaded sword begins to break the defense and becomes idealistic Concept, when the third sword strikes, even dodge itself will be regarded as a kind of defense, and the victim can only rely on physical fitness or [battle continuation] skills to resist)
　　
　
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