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

Chapter 187 Crush this bastard

He casually wiped away the blood on his face, but the holes that were still pouring out made the blood on his face even more messy.

Rather, he underestimated Mordred's awakening.

Thinking of this, Menechel pulled out the sword stuck under his feet, followed the traces of the battle and looked towards Ruler.

Chong——!
The sound of metal hitting the floor brought Menechel's gaze back, and I saw Achilles walking towards this side in the distance. It was different from the romantic and suave meeting for the first time. At this time, the black Rider's face The bruises were mixed, but it didn't affect his normal actions.

When Achilles saw Menechel, the corners of his mouth immediately turned up, but he gritted his teeth because of the wounded smile.

"Ha, I knew that little girl like Red Saber is definitely not your match." Achilles walked up to Menechel, but he was soon a little dazed because of Menechel's tragic situation. Menechel's armor was scorched black, his face and even his hands were stained with blood, and the most frightening thing was that his left eye had become bloody.

"I didn't expect you to be forced into such an embarrassing state by the red Saber. I was worried that I didn't end fast enough. It seems that I was thinking too much."

Achilles' words were as infuriating as ever.

"I was forced into such an awkward posture by my disciples. If she had the support of the command spell, maybe it would not be me standing here to confront you." Menechel said Achilles showed a provocative smile: "That is the disciple I am proud of."

Achilles raised his eyebrows with some doubts. He was surprised that Menechel was rarely angry at this time, and he was a little surprised by the state of his old opponent at this time.

'Compared to the previous two meetings, the Black Saber seems... calmer now? '

Such a weird idea popped up in his heart, but this insignificant matter was quickly dismissed by Achilles, and all he thought about at this moment was fighting.

"To be honest, I don't want to fight you." Achilles put down his gun suddenly, and he plunged the javelin into the soil at his feet: "I hate being forced to fight."

"If you don't want to fight, back away."

Achilles didn't move at all, he moved his wrist with an eager expression on his face, and he continued: "Even so, I have a reason to stand here, my master is still in the hands of that bastard Amakusa Shiro. "

Achilles' words immediately made Menechel think of Mordred, and he realized something in his heart. Perhaps this was the reason why Mordred fought him.

"As you can see, now, if you want to pass, the only way you can go is to defeat me, but Saber of the black side, you seem to lack that ability."

Listening to Achilles' words, Menechel's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands covered his face, and a new layer of head armor gradually appeared in his palms.

"I know, I know, I heard that guy Amakusa Shiro said that you have an attack method that can kill me completely, but after using it, you will die yourself, is that right?" Achilles quickly waved his hand and added: " But I hate the drudgery of being used as a shield, so leave your sword for someone who needs it more."

Starting from Achilles' javelin, a layer of dark green magic light quickly spread to the surrounding area, and the expanded barrier surrounded the two people in the center of the battlefield. While completely covering the two people, the originally dark sky was in the dark. In an instant, it was dyed a fantastic turquoise.

"This--"

Looking at this strange scene, Menechel couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

"How about it, not bad, this is an enchantment that was created to "fairly fight one-on-one with the enemy"."

Achilles punched each other with a fearless smile on his face:
"Here, neither your flashy features nor my immortality can take effect. If you are beaten, you will bleed, and if you are bent, you will break your bones. Not only will there be no interference from outsiders, command spells, treasures, and even luck will not intervene. I will give you a chance to defeat me without dying."

Achilles' frank answer stunned Menechel. Originally, he believed that this space would be overwhelmingly beneficial to Red Rider. It could increase his parameters, or lower our parameter levels—to form a space with such effects. It should be the original purpose of this great magic.

And he-

This man seems to have created an inherent barrier that will not be disturbed by others just to pursue a fair and selfless battle.

"It's a pity that you can think of it, and you will use this kind of treasure that can only limit your own actions on me." Menechel sneered. In his opinion, this is Achilles giving up the final victory: "As Return, I will rescue your Master after you leave the stage."

Announcing this, Menechel stretched out his hand to grab his sword, but his hand was empty. He turned his head in astonishment, and suddenly realized that not only his sword, but even Achilles, who was the core of the barrier, The javelin was also absent.

Achilles responded to Menechel's surprise with a sneer.

"I can't use a gun here, but you can't use a sword relatively. One-on-one, physical combat, just try to knock me down!"

As soon as the voice fell, Achilles had already rushed forward.

Menechel quickly caught Achilles' figure, but his body couldn't keep up with the output. After the fist was easily dodged, Achilles took advantage of the situation and rushed into his arms.

Menechel immediately changed from smashing to hugging, holding Achilles in front of her with both hands, and at the same time bent his right knee and raised it to hit Achilles' abdomen. How could such a straightforward fighting technique escape Achilles? He hugged Menechel's knee with both hands without even thinking about it, and hit Achilles' lower abdomen firmly with his knee, but Achilles took away a lot of strength, and Achilles Leos bowed up and grabbed the right knee in his arms, throwing it backwards.

It didn't feel like the body was floating in the air, it was more like being thrown around like a toy—Menechel's face was smashed to the ground.

Both are nearly equally traumatized, but the problem is the posture.Achilles, who made a reverse throw, twisted the opponent's ankle without leaving any gaps, intending to use joint skills to completely abolish Minechel's mobility.

Although Menechel turned his body quickly, Achilles had already grasped his knees firmly, put his feet on Menechel's head, and bent the legs in his arms with all his strength. fold.

──The opponent will probably reverse the direction of the heel and perform a kick with the free foot to get out of the stationary technique.

Achilles predicted the response of the knight under him, preparing for the next attack and defense.

But Menechel didn't do that, he flattened his hands to the ground - just braced.

"what……?"

Achilles only felt a lightness in his body, which was extremely exaggerated, and Menechel lifted him up with only the strength of one right leg.

Hastily letting go of the shackles of his hands, Achilles wanted to distance himself, but it was too late, and Menechel slammed his leg towards the ground like a battle axe, accompanied by a crisp sound of clicking, originally The left leg that was twisted by Achilles turned into a hollow.

This is no longer a fracture that can be explained.

Achilles suffered a heavy blow to his back. He kicked Menechel's face and quickly escaped with the reaction force, but his ankle was caught by a hand.

Don't even think about Achilles knows who is holding his hand!

"you……"

He couldn't imagine that Black Saber was struggling out of the pain so quickly.

"Got you, bastard!"

His left leg was limp on the ground, and Menechel stood up with only one leg. He grabbed Achilles' leg and exerted force with his hands, but he couldn't crush Achilles' leg bone for a while. So he simply gave up the idea of ​​revenge and went back, and threw Achilles to the ground with force with his arms.

With his backhand, he quickly sank into the smoke and dust, grabbed Achilles' hair and pulled him up forcibly.

——The kind of endurance that violates human reason is not a skill?
Such absurd thoughts arose in his heart, but Achilles quickly came back to his senses. He couldn't break free like Menechel, so he simply gave up struggling, and bent his other leg to kick Menechel. However, the opponent turned his head to avoid it. Achilles stepped on the opponent's shoulder and got rid of the suppressed posture.

And what greeted him was Menechel's fist, a pure fist that relied on brute force and hit Achilles' face one after another. The fist that has not been strengthened by magic power is still within the range of Achilles' tolerance. Achilles, who was restrained and hit continuously, was also aroused fiercely. He also raised his fist and fell towards Menechel's injured side face.

The two had no defense, did not hold back their hands, and the wind of fists intertwined with each other.

The two pairs of red eyes refused to accept each other and stared at each other. Both Menechel and Achilles forgot everything at this moment, intoxicated in the most original fist-to-flesh confrontation.

The Holy Grail, the master, or the last wish, the chaotic brain has no time to take care of others, and at this time there is only one desire that dominates the two servants——

——Tear the enemy in front of you to shreds!
(End of this chapter)