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

Chapter 157 The Headless Horseman's Experience (Fog)
Gould didn't run aimlessly as if he had opened a perspective. He was being held by Menechel and guided all the way in a certain direction.

Soon Menechel caught the sound of footsteps other than the two of them.

He glanced at Gold in some surprise, and the man who noticed Menechel's gaze groaned triumphantly and explained: "When I made the artificial man, I considered the possibility of being stolen. Each android is marked to ensure that everyone in Yugdomirea can accurately locate the real-time location of the android."

"Isn't this aspect still doing pretty well?"

Menechel grinned and couldn't help but praise, Gold forced himself to suppress the curve of the corner of his mouth that he could barely conceal, and before he could humble himself, he heard Menechel continue to say: "Sit tight!"

The whistling wind slapped Gold's face in an instant, pulling the fat and skin of his cheeks. He subconsciously grasped Menechel's arm, but his hand was numb due to the hard armor.

Falling back to the solid ground, Gold's soul caught up with his body after a long while. Regardless of the two figures in front of him, he was forced to stop, and sharply accused his followers:
"Can you think about me, I'm just the most ordinary human being, what if you drop me!"

"How could it be? I just sped up a little bit. If I charged at full speed, I would have been torn apart with your physical fitness."

Hearing Menechel's explanation, Gould struggled from Menechel's body in horror.

Menechel did not continue to intimidate Gold, he happened to look up and down his Servant with both hands free, although he was a companion, but Menechel's understanding of Black Rider was not as deep as that of Red Lancer.

The pink-haired Rider seemed to be smiling all the time, but his face was not pretty. He slapped the artificial man behind him vigorously, signaling the man to leave quickly. At the same time, he also held a gorgeous spear in his hand. Standing in front of Menechel.

Menechel wanted to bypass this unnecessary opponent and directly catch the staggering android, but Rider swung his outstretched hand away with his lance.

"I'm very sorry, Saber, although I heard that you were injured in the battle with Red Rider, but I still have to stop you here for the sake of that child."

The corners of Menechel's mouth slightly raised, he squinted his eyes and looked at Rider with some interest, he obviously chose to fight but he couldn't feel the slightest killing intent.

"Gold, you go and catch him, I'll hold Rider back."

Gould, who was well aware of Menechel's physical condition at this time, bypassed Rider without hesitation and ran into the depths of the forest.But it was obviously impossible for Rider to let Gold pass by so easily, he dodged to block in front of Gold, but he only felt a chill behind his back, and the next moment Rider's body was swept away by Menechel's sword.

Because it was the sweep of the sword back, Rider struggled to get up again after a while, and while rubbing his back, he complained: "It hurts, it hurts, why is it so strong after being injured?"

Suddenly he thought of Gold, but when he looked back, he couldn't see Gold's figure anywhere.

"Oops, I have to..."

Rider subconsciously wanted to pursue him, but was blocked by the epee slashing from the side. He had no choice but to block the lance in front of him, and propped up his hands to barely block the blow.

But the increasing force from the lance still forced Rider's body to bend downward bit by bit.

Menechel, who successfully suppressed Rider, didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue - it's easy to control his strength, and if he kills Rider, things will become more troublesome.

— Just hold on.

Menechel was thinking, just increasing the strength in his hands bit by bit, and at the same time distracting the other party's attention:
"Speaking of Rider, why are you so obsessed with saving that artificial human? Do you know him?"

There was only one possibility that Menechel could think of.

Rider was obviously stunned by Menechel's sudden question, and then he really frowned and began to think. It took about five or six seconds for Rider's brow to relax again, and his face showed a cheerful smile as always : "There is no special reason, it's just that he asked me for help. As a knight, I can't just sit idly by?"

Minechel, who suddenly felt that the other party was criticizing and scolding, narrowed his eyes, and his words became more aggressive: "What naive speech, the knight's accusation is not to uphold justice, after all, it is just a profession born to kill people. "

While resisting the increasingly heavy offensive, Rider didn't give in at all: "Although it's true...but I still can't let that child die!"

Giving up to continue the conversation, the three views of the two people with the same occupation are indeed diametrically opposed.

Feeling the increasingly heavy pressure in his hands, Rider could only grit his teeth and try his best to ensure that he would not be crushed to the ground.

That is, the loss of reason, but only the fighting instinct left reminds Rider that it is impossible to go on like this.

Suddenly let out a low growl, and almost exhausted all his strength, Rider forced his hands upwards, and the sudden burst of brute force pushed the epee away a little in an instant.

Rider took this opportunity to roll over and rolled over to one side, the lance in his hand suddenly lit up with a golden light, stabbing at Menechel's calf.

A slow blow naturally couldn't hit Menechel, he raised his foot and hit the lance, no matter how hard Rider tried, he couldn't draw out his weapon.

But then Menechel realized that something was wrong. The foot on which he was standing on the Rider gun quickly disintegrated, uncontrollably entering a spiritual body, and suddenly lost the support of one foot and was unable to stand firmly for a while. Menechel fell forward, and he avoided the end of the fall by putting his hands on the ground.

Rider, who took this opportunity to regain the treasure, bent his elbow again and stabbed Minechel in the head. Minechel turned his head slightly, and Rider's gun just brushed past his hair, and he was caught off guard. Menechel also put away his playful thoughts, he stretched out a hand around Rider's arm and grabbed the opponent's face, then he exerted force with his hand, grabbed Rider's head and smashed it towards the ground, The arc flash released by the magic power quickly scorched the surrounding land, and Rider was pushed to the ground without any resistance

At this moment, the left foot that had just been forced to become a spirit body regained its gaze, and Menechel stood up and carried the unconscious Rider on his shoulder.But before he took two steps, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

This time it seemed to be his turn to uncontrollably enter the astral body of his head.

He's a headless horseman!
　Chigurh will die, everyone can rest assured
　　Ask for a monthly pass

　　
　
(End of this chapter)