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

Chapter 173
The body is limp and weak as if falling apart.

Menechel tried to move his fingers, and instantly his body returned to reality as if a layer of membrane had been pierced.

The field of vision became bright again, and Menechel looked around suspiciously, but was surprised to find that she had returned to Gold's room.

——He didn't die?
The "da da" sound of knocking on the table brought back Menechel's attention, and Golda's long face was full of annoyance.

"Gold, long time no see." Menechel smiled at Gord, without the slightest hint of guilt on his face, he paused for a moment before asking in doubt as if he suddenly remembered something: " Is Red Caster dead?"

Gold didn't speak but just stared at Menechel, and Menechel raised his eyebrows at him, his eyes didn't dodge in the slightest.

In the end, Gold was forced to blink because of his dry eyes, and his momentum collapsed instantly. He said angrily, "Dead, you can't even remember what you killed yourself?"

"Well, after all, Caster on the red side is too weak, I can't remember an opponent who doesn't have the slightest characteristics."

Seeing Menechel still in this nonchalant attitude, Gold couldn't sit still one step ahead.He slapped his hands on the table and stood up, glaring at the slightly astonished man in front of him.

"Do you think I won't know if you pretend nothing happened? Why did your durability suddenly drop?" Gold said, showing the command spell on the back of his hand. Already dimmed.

Gould, who was shocked by the inexplicable anger, forgot the uneasiness caused by his use of the command spell. He showed his credentials as the master and angrily rebuked the servant who wanted to hide it: "I am your master, I am a member of the fight with you, I should know your information and use it to formulate tactics."

Since the recall of Menechel, Gold has been observing the situation of his followers uneasily. At first, the panel showing all the Ex except luck made Gold feel a little shocked, but as time went by, the data on the panel It is also slowly declining, and Gold is not disappointed - it should be the effect of a skill or a certain treasure, and it is unrealistic to maintain it for a long time, but until Menechel resumes materialization just now, the opponent's original Ex-level Durability was also reduced to A-level at the same time.

That was why Gold was so impatient, fearing that in the end Menechel would be dragged down by it.

Facing Gold's questioning, the smile on Menechel's face disappeared little by little. He looked at Gold blankly, and his aura also became dull. At this time, the evil spirit turned into a wave and slapped on Gold's heart.

"Fighting is my business, you don't have to worry about it."

He spoke, but his voice seemed distorted without any emotion.Feeling the indifference in the other party's words, Gold was obviously a little dazed.

He couldn't connect Menechel in this posture with the scoundrel who borrowed money from him last night, but the image in front of him, full of murderous intent, seemed to be more in line with the legendary "First Knight".

'But, in any case, we have to figure it out. '

This kind of thought suddenly appeared in my heart. Maybe it was the standing position that brought Gold a little psychological advantage. Gold, who had already felt his teeth chattering, said with palpitations: "I remember you said However, you gave me free answers to three questions in exchange for my right not to use the three-stroke command spell, but I used one stroke, and now I have one last question left, and I'm going to ask this!"

As soon as this remark was said, Gould felt a burst of shame, and he wished to bang his head against the wall to make himself faint—he couldn't even believe that such a mentally retarded remark could be made by him.

His face was flushed, but he stubbornly raised his head and stared at the opposite side, and sure enough, he saw Menechel looking back with the eyes of "Is this guy an idiot?"

"That's all you want to know?"

But the other party finally let go.

"It's impossible for me to let you fight alone, and I'll just watch from the back." Gold's voice was loud, trying to hide his embarrassment with his volume, and he paused for a moment to say his bottom line : "At least let me know what's going on with your durability reduction."

Menechel elongated his tone, and Gold seemed to catch a fleeting slight arc at the corner of the other's mouth.The smile was faint, but Gould was sure that he was not mistaken, because at the next moment all the aura on the other party was as gone as when it appeared.

"It didn't scare you. It was quite effective for you when you first summoned me."

——Bastard, was that frightening expression just now a threat?

Without giving Gold a chance to complain, Menechel has already said: "It's just a side effect. As you have seen, it is impossible to pay for such a powerful power, right? Every time I swing my sword, my durability will be reduced." Lower it a bit."

As he said that, Menechel lay on the sofa with his hands on his head: "Well, [As the number of battles increased, Menechel continued to weaken and finally died in battle], isn't this exactly my life?"

He said and pointed out two fingers to Goldby: "There are two swords left, I will die when I use them up."

Gold listened, but fell silent unknowingly. He recalled what he saw about Menechel's past last night.

"Can it be recovered with the command spell?"

he asked suddenly.

Menechel shook his head. His tone was free and easy. In contrast, Gold was more like the party in trouble. He patted Gold on the shoulder comfortingly and pushed him back into the seat: "This bastard thing is quite reductive. Just as the weakness of my life can't be stopped, this thing is also irreversible."

"Then you can only use one sword at most in the next battle."

Menechel looked at Gold in astonishment, and Gold was a little uncomfortable seeing Menechel's gaze, and explained falteringly: "You said it, you will lead me to victory. Let’s share the Holy Grail together, and I’m the only one who got the Holy Grail, I’ll think it’s your charity, but it’s disgusting... yes! Disgusting!”

Gold repeated the words he had just thought of on the spur of the moment, and seemed to convince himself that his eyes were full and became firm.

Seeing Gold like this, Menechel laughed happily after a brief moment of stupefaction. He patted Gold on the shoulder, making the fat man grin his teeth in pain.

It took a long time for his laughter to subside, and his voice seemed to be a little lighter:

"Gold, you are more interesting than I thought."

At the end, Menechel pointed to the back of Gold's hand: "Your Command Spell saved my life, I let you use it, and you have another chance to ask me. In addition, as agreed, now You found that I tried to use the third sword and had the power to stop me at any time with the command spell."

Gold looked in astonishment, and Menechel raised the corners of his mouth:
"Together we won the Holy Grail."

Gold bit his lip, the tip of his nose was sour, but before he could say anything, the ground suddenly began to tremble violently.

　happy new year

　　
　
(End of this chapter)