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

Chapter 170

Layers upon layers of undead surrounded the center of the forest like an impenetrable wall. They came from behind the trees, drilled out from the ground, and even fell from the sky. The disgusting smell and the rancid smell in the air interacted A gray-green miasma covered the sky.

Menechel leaned on the sword and looked at the scene of hell on earth with an unkind expression.

The leading silver-armored knight let out a roar, and was the first to charge forward. The flesh and blood thrown off by the rotten horse running violently under his crotch fell to the ground like a drum.

Without dodging or evading, Menechel swung his sword towards the body of the silver armored knight. The wide blade of the sword slapped the opponent's entire upper body. The body was broken by the violent impact. Continue to rush forward with empty legs.

The second sword followed, and the forward horse was split in two by the sharp blade.

The rancid blood spilled out along the incision, and the vegetation stained with red and green blood quickly withered and turned into dust.

"Ah-"

The upper body of the silver-armored knight was lying on the ground, supporting his body with his hands and getting closer to Menechel little by little. His visor came off little by little as he crawled, finally revealing that skull-like face.

"This is……"

"Yes! It was him! He died young with lofty ambitions, brave king of the hundred knights, look, evil knight Menechel, this is your poor name! His dead soul, now I'm here to seek your revenge!"

That gorgeous voice, like singing an opera script, sounded again, coming from all directions, as if the world was telling Menechel's own sins.

"Ah uh uh—"

Accompanied by that voice, the upper body of the King of Hundred Knights who was lying on the ground suddenly twitched irregularly, and large pieces of bright red sarcoma swelled outward from the fracture, twisting and approaching Menechel again.

The surrounding undead shook their bodies and stood still around Menechel, gradually being able to distinguish the vague syllables in the more tragic wailing.

"Die, die!"

The filthy voices that were as thick as blood overlapped to form a curse from the undead. They slowly approached the figure in the middle, and the encirclement narrowed further and further.

"The demands of the dead, the murderers will finally receive the curse they deserve, that's right! That's right! Your crimes will be judged by the dead under the sword!"

"Dead! Die!"

The vague curse became agitated, the undead crowded each other, rotten flesh and dirty blood rubbed and splashed on Menechel's body, and the swarming undead rushed up and bit and crazily tore Menechel's body.

The red arc brightened instantly, covering all the undead who dared to touch his body, but layer after layer of undead continued to fill in the gaps.

"Ask for my life?"

Raising the dragon sword and overturning the surrounding debris, Menechel's eyes revealed a look of contempt. He looked around at the dead souls who froze suddenly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more wanton.

"These things that I killed once dare to come to me again?"

Menechel said as he took a step forward, the Thunder Snake on his body became brighter every time he took a step, he swung his big sword, and the sweeping epee instantly tore apart the figures of the surrounding undead, blood scattered and sprayed randomly on the The surroundings of Menechel were transpired by the magic power on the body surface again, and a faint blood mist filled the air instantly.

"Facing me, it shouldn't be me who should be afraid, but this group of trash! They should be worried about being killed by me again, even if they die, they will still face my slash, even if they turn into ghosts demanding their lives, they will be scattered!"

One sword after another, every time a sword is swung, large pieces of undead disappear, and Menechel even couldn't help chuckling.The gathered undead around began to flee in all directions, but were restrained in a small forest.

"Since you're here, die again!"

The Thunder Snake was raging, and the wailing sound diffused in the woods. The dead souls who were desperate for their lives were crushed, and the rest could only watch the evil ghost knights in front of them slashing at them one by one like sweeping their prey.

Blood covered the entire turf, and the last undead was forced into a corner. Menechel approached slowly, with a cruel smile on his face. He raised his sword and looked at the undead with the same eyes as he looked at a reptile. : "This time, firmly engrave the fear of me on your soul! Crap!"

The blade slashed, the roar swallowed the wailing, and the silent thunder swallowed the broken body.The smoke and dust dissipated, leaving only the scorched floor in the pothole.

Menechel looked around in satisfaction, the ground was covered with broken scorched black filth, and the anger originally aroused by Rider's provocation was also relieved by venting just now.

He looked up provocatively, mocking in his voice:

"Red Caster, these tricks won't work against me, those bastards don't even have the courage to resist me."

The exaggerated male voice did not ring out immediately, as if he was a little shocked by Menechel's series of actions.After about half a minute, the male voice sounded again but lost the initial enthusiasm:
"【Final Act】—"

The surrounding world seemed to be suddenly covered with a curtain, and the light dimmed instantly.When the field of vision completely returned to normal, the scene in front of him changed suddenly.

It was a blood-stained room. Compared with the massacre just now, the bloody smell this time was very light. No corpse was seen, only the epee lying on the ground silently telling something.

The moment he saw the epee, Menechel's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Is that so? Is this what you want to show me, the death of my sister?"

As if amused by Red Caster's elaborate arrangement, Menechel's voice was stained with a smile, his smile was exaggerated, but the smile failed to reach his eyes, his eyes were stained with haze, and his expression became unprecedented of terror.

"I've changed my mind, Caster, the priority of killing you is now higher than that of Red Rider."

Razer raged on his body, standing like a statue on the "stage" arranged by Caster, waiting for the future nightmare that would haunt him all his life.

"No no no, black Saber, are we the kind of guy who can use ancient scripts, the name of this drama is [Analysis of the Truth], you are not an actor, and of course neither are I. The audience of the theater."

The door of the room was pushed open, and the shadow was instantly dispelled by the sunlight pouring in from outside the room, bringing with it the last breath that belonged to her in the room.

Unexpectedly, the person who came in was wearing crimson armor, none other than Menechel himself.

Seeing another self, Menechel was slightly surprised, but immediately swung his sword and chopped off the opponent's head.

The epee pierced through the opponent's head, but failed to leave the slightest scar. Menechel watched helplessly as the other man passed through his body and entered the interior of the room.

Menechel frowned and groped for the door thoughtfully, and sure enough, his hand went straight through.

"No need to struggle, Black Saber, the audience will naturally not be able to touch the props on the screen."

Caster's voice sounded, severing Menechel's illusions.

Menechel didn't speak, and looked ahead with a gloomy expression.

Finally, the other man spoke, his voice was the same as that of Menechel himself, and he only heard the other party say:

"This stupid woman is finally dead."

(End of this chapter)