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

Chapter 165 You Still Say It's Not a Date (Reward 15)

Danic rubbed his forehead with one hand, and with the other he squeezed the information just delivered by Fiore. It wasn't good news and the lack of sleep for two consecutive days made him feel even more headache.

The sound of dense and complicated footsteps came from afar. Danic looked up and immediately stood up. He bowed to the gray-haired prince who was walking in the front and was wearing a black and blue dress: "Your Majesty, you are here."

Vlad III nodded to Danik in return, and he naturally sat down on the throne next to Danik, and the rest of the Servants and Masters who followed him like a group of officials entered the hall under the jade throne one by one. Stand still.

Except for Rider who was grounded and Caster who explicitly asked not to attend all meetings, Saber was the only one who was not here.

As a matter of course, Danik's eyes glanced at Gold, who was bowing his head, as if he had noticed Danik's gaze. Gold could only bury his head deeper, but suddenly remembered that he had used his three-inch The Immortal Tongue cut off Saber's desire to escape, and reserved a strong fighting power for Yugdomilea, and he is a hero in the dark.

Thinking of this, Gold felt that he was protecting Yogdomirea invisibly, so he raised his head again.

Looking at Gold's rather weird behavior, Danik slowly raised a question mark in his heart, but before he could ask, Vlad III asked first: "Danic, have you found Assassin?"

Danic could only look away temporarily, he sorted out the information in his hand and handed it to Vlad III: "No, Wang. The last time Soma Yoshiho who was supposed to join us last night was the day before yesterday , has indeed arrived in Tulifas, but now the person has disappeared.”

Vlad III glanced at the densely packed text in his hands. Although he would not be unable to translate with the knowledge of the Holy Grail, it would be too depressing. He nodded while listening to Danik's report.

"If we estimate the worst result, Soma Ryoho is killed by a Servant from the red team, and we will probably lose a Servant at the beginning."

The atmosphere in the hall fell into a brief silence, which lasted about five or six seconds before being broken by Vlad III: "It's okay, the role of Assassin cannot be revealed in this Holy Grail War."

The competition mode of seven-person group action makes it impossible for Assassin to find an opportunity to annihilate the enemy Master. Even if he is careless, the red team will at least leave one or two cavalry servants to protect the Master.

"The red team has also lost Berserker. As long as we don't give the enemy a one-on-one chance, I still have the advantage."

When he said this, Vlad III shifted his gaze to Gold, and Danic also looked at Gold.

"Gold, where did Saber go?"

The corners of Gold's eyes twitched—he couldn't tell the truth that the Saber on his side had gone on a date with the Saber from the red side, right?
"He, uh...he went to Tulifas to scout for information."

Danic took a deep look at Gold, but he didn't continue to embarrass Gold.It's only natural that Gould couldn't grasp the number one knight, Menechel.

"It's almost time to call him back. Night is the time for Servants to act."

Gold nodded hastily. He conveyed the intention of "go back to the stronghold" to Menechel through the causal line. After about a few seconds, there was an echo from the other end of the causal line:

"I met Red Saber, and now I'm fighting"

——You also said that you are not dating your apprentice, this has caused conflicts to the point of fighting!

Gold was so frightened and angry that he forgot to report to Danik for a moment.

Seeing Gold's inexplicable expression, Danik's heart sank. He quickly stepped down from the throne and grabbed Gold's wrist, making sure that the bright red three-stroke Command Seal was still there.

The worst situation didn't happen, Darnic kept holding Gold's hand and looked down at Gold with the advantage of his height: "What's going on."

"Saber met Saber from the red side, and she is currently fighting, and she can't escape for the time being."

Unable to think of any suitable excuse for a moment, Gold could only tell the truth, and the unexpected answer made Danik raise his eyebrows: "Why did the two of them meet?"

Just as soon as he asked this sentence, Danik already got the answer himself.

With the fighting desire shown by Menechel, when he learns that the enemy Saber is his disciple, he will definitely be eager to take a look - this also just explains why Gould will show this expression , he wanted to hide his inability to control Saber's actions in front of himself.

"At this stage, Saber really can't be allowed to act alone."

Vlad III, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly spoke at this moment. Danik understood the meaning of the other party, and his eyes swept over everyone present one by one, and finally fell helplessly on Archer.

Once again, it discovered the lack of talent on its own side.

"Fiore, please make another trip with Archer to respond to Saber's actions, and cooperate with Saber to kill the red side Saber if it is safe to do so."

……

While swinging away Mordred's attack with a sword, Menechel dealt with the sudden question of his master by the way, he didn't rush to launch an attack, and instead thought about other issues

Gold's character would not do such a thing, so did something happen to Yugdomirea?

——No, if that's the case, Gold probably has already used the Command Spell to forcefully transfer him, so it's...

Seeing that Menechel didn't attack, Mordred stretched out his thumb to wipe off the blood on his face, and put the blood-stained fingertips on his mouth to lick away, but Mordred's green eyes didn't change because of the temporary It was downwind and dim, but instead revealed the ferocious glare unique to beasts.

'It's so strong, no wonder more than one person gave me strange looks when I put on this set of armor. '

What she is facing now is the teacher in her peak period, the shadow that straddles the hearts of every knight in that era, this is the [strongest] that still cannot be eliminated even after King Arthur killed Menechel.

She keenly noticed that Menechel didn't use her full strength, and there was still a gap between her and his strength.The red thunder lighted up on Mordred's blade, reflecting her mad smile.

——But so what, is there anything more pleasing than defeating such an opponent, defeating one's own teacher?
Facing Mordred's charge, Menechel let go of his left hand under Mordred's gaze, and the next moment a black-red magic thunder snake wrapped around his armor, running along the right hand holding the sword. Extend all the way to the sword body.

He raised his jaw at Mordred, and Mordred swung his sword.

It was another duel of sword skills. The disadvantage in strength made Mordred's attack easily blocked. Mordred desperately squeezed his body and gritted his teeth to hold Menechel's sword.

The next moment, Mordred flew up and kicked Menechel's lower abdomen.

The sudden attack caused Menechel's hand to stop, and Mordred seized the opportunity to swing away the dragon sword that was pressing on his head with both hands.

Menechel took a step back, his failure in the first wrestling made him look at Mordred with interest.

"I really learned a little essence."

Having received the long-lost praise, Mordred smiled smugly, and she held the hilt of the sword tightly again, and the red magic power surged.

"Treat every part of your body as a weapon, that's what Menechel taught me."

Menechel did not refute, he moved his muscles and bones, and his pupils gradually elongated.

"Let's make a quick decision, Mordred. If I'm not mistaken, our Servants will arrive immediately. If you don't have the resolve to defeat me before then, you should retreat first."

While speaking, he glanced sideways at Afriel behind him. His words were not only a lesson to Mordred, but also a reminder to his sister.

He faced Mordred and raised his sword, this time with his left hand on the hilt.

——He will use the Noble Phantasm for the next hit.

Right now is not the time to be competitive, if Mordred can't even judge the current situation, it's better to leave the field as soon as possible.

"That's it, let's stop here."

The voice sounded full of unhappiness, and Mordred grumbled like a child.

The electric arc on her body disappeared together with the armor, and the unpleasant look disappeared along with the armor, and a big grin appeared on the girl's face again: "It's impossible to decide the winner in a short time, I don't want The battle between me and you, Menechel, was interrupted by others."

Menechel lowered her head, and the armor on her body was also removed at the same time,

"The next time you have to judge for yourself when to retreat, not everyone will remind you like I did."

While preaching, he raised his head and met Mordred's cool, modern style.

The frugal fabric that barely covered the key parts and the revealing dress made Menechel stunned. He subconsciously wanted to look away, but he reacted abruptly the next moment.

"Mordred!"

His voice was no longer as calm as before, and the arc of magic power lit up on the sword that had not yet transformed into a spirit body. Minechel's pupils elongated and stared at the girl who was obviously a little stunned:
"You bastard! Who taught you to dress like this! I don't remember teaching you to look like this!" Minechel took a step forward and swung the dragon sword: "Can I do whatever I want after I die! "

Seeing the obvious angry expression on Menechel's face, Mordred laughed loudly, she quickly lowered her body to avoid Menechel's slashing, and withdrew and quickly sank into the distant darkness.

Before disappearing, Mordred suddenly stopped, and the smile on her face gradually subsided when she turned around: "Menechel, it's really great to see you."

Seeing the back of the other party going away again, Menechel was stunned for a moment, grunted twice on the spot and scattered the dragon sword in his hand, he patted the dust off his body and said in a low voice: "That should also Call me teacher."

Suddenly he felt a chill behind his back, he turned his head stiffly and saw Afriel's little face with a weird smile.

"Although you say you are a scum, you don't have any thoughts about your disciples, do you? After all, you have that face on your face."

The contemptuous sneer from the heart instantly aroused Menechel's self-esteem, and the emotion that had been warmed by Mordred's words was immediately destroyed.

"How is it possible!" Minechel immediately retorted, and shook her hands in disdain: "That little girl is tens of thousands of years earlier."

"But brother, you did let him go. This is not what Black Saber should do."

Being stared at by those eyes on Menechel inexplicably felt a little guilty, and he couldn't say it again in an instant when he had prepared his words, so he could only dryly say the sophistry that he didn't believe: "I just don't want us The duel between master and apprentice was interfered by another Servant."

Avril tilted her head, and Menechel immediately seized the opportunity to change the subject: "If I'm not mistaken, the servant who came here should be Black Rider, and Rider with super high mobility is undoubtedly the best support candidates."

Not interested in discussing other matters with Menechel, Afriel sighed noncommittally: "Forget it, if you don't let the water go, your elder brother won't be your elder brother."

"Next time I will shoot and kill her with all my strength."

For the time being, he still has some self-consciousness as a follower, and he only needs to experience it once when he is restrained by emotion.

It's just that the fate of a kingdom can be unconditionally placed on one person based on personal affection. It is simply whimsical to expect such a person to do something for the overall situation.

Avriel ignored Menechel's oath, but she also didn't pursue too much, which would only make people feel bored. She knew what she should do now.

So Afriel stretched out her hand and grabbed Minechelle's collar. Minechelle subconsciously wanted to make a mistake, but Afriel sternly stopped her: "Don't move!"

Standing on tiptoe, the green fluorescent light of healing magic appeared in Avril's hand, repairing the small scars that Minechel herself didn't notice. After doing all this, the girl took two steps back in disgust: "Student is also good, benefactor That's okay, as long as you have a relationship with yourself, you want to protect them, but you are always restrained by family affection, and your decisiveness will only be left to yourself, really..."

——It's too worrying, if you meet bad people, you will be used all the time.

"Okay, in order to prevent Black Rider from discovering my existence, I will take my leave first."

She wasn't afraid that the rest of Black's Servants would find her through their familiars, and she had wiped out all the familiars on today's route in advance.

Afriel bowed slightly to Menechel as she spoke, like the orthodox young ladies at the sorority.

"Wait, Afriel."

Menechel called to stop Afriel, and the girl's figure flickered in the darkness, but she didn't completely disappear.

Menechel hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what you think, I never regarded Mordred as your replacement. You are unique. Even if you will resent me and kill me next, I will I will treat you as my family."

A burst of heat surged up from the spine to the brain, and an unprecedented shivering sensation quickly enveloped Avriel's body. My lord suddenly spoke boldly and exposed his flaws.

The corners of her mouth were curved, and even her eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile.

"Ah."

She responded softly, trying to keep her voice calm, Afriel didn't dare to say anything, and quickly sank into the shadows.

Afriel didn't stop until she was completely absorbed into the darkness and confirmed that it was impossible for her elder brother to see her again. She stretched out her hand to smooth the corner of her mouth, and the scent of elder brother was faintly felt on her fingertips.

— Mordred.

Avriel thought of the red Saber contemptuously, such an offensive launched purely by the intuition of a beast is not worth mentioning.

Although the elder brother's evaluation of his disciples is biased, there is only one thing Afriel agrees with.

"That little girl is tens of thousands of years earlier."

If you want to be your opponent, at least you have to call the little girl's mother...or father(?) over!

　Thanks to Yang Si Lingling for the big reward, the rest of the two-in-one 4K chapter will be added later

　　
　
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