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

Chapter 230 No.20 Seventh Act
What came out of the chest was a fiery breath that almost burned the trachea, and Lancelot's chest made a crackling sound like an old hair dryer, but even so he still did not put down the sword in his hand.

The eyes were slightly covered by the blood from the corner of the forehead, and these blind spots forced Lancelot to muster 12 points of energy to deal with the surging enemies.

But after all, he was exhausted, and as soon as Lancelot slowed down, multiple spears broke through the defense and stuck on him.

"Uh..."

A groan inadvertently squeezed out between Lancelot's teeth. Lancelot held his body tightly and did not take half a step back. He cut off the arm of the knight beside him while turning his sword.

Severed limbs and blood were scattered on the ground. Lancelot raised his red eyes and swung his sword again, completely ending the scattered knights who had broken through the line of defense.

The healing blue light rose from where Lancelot was injured, quickly filling the gouged out flesh.

"Fujimaru, don't waste excess magic power on me..."

In fact, he was on the verge of losing strength, but he still gritted his teeth and stood in front of Fujimaru Tatsuka.

His martial arts are indeed beyond these solemn knights, but no matter how powerful the current Lancelot is, he is only human, and his ability only stays in the category of human beings. His physical strength has already reached the level of a human being under the continuous wheel battles. limit.

But all these tiredness faded away when Lancelot's eyes fell down the hillside and saw the darkness covering the sky.

How many enemies are there?He doesn't know, but there are definitely many more enemies than he has defeated.

But the knights didn't all come up the hill and tear him apart because of someone galloping down the hill.

His "future" colleague, Ranmarok.

He didn't know that Percival was hiding among the knights duel with Lanmarok, but he clearly saw that every time Lanmarok attacked, he was hiding from someone's pursuit, so he guessed that it was Servant of the enemy.

But even so, Lanmark still attracted most of the enemies for them.

——It was a helplessness that was more isolated and helpless than my own side.

Lancelot knew this very clearly. He asked himself that if he was the one who stopped the enemy down the hillside, he would definitely not be able to last so long.

After flicking away scattered arrows, Lancelot saw several knights rushing forward under the cover of arrows.

He gritted his teeth and raised his sword, but before Lancelot could make a new move, an upright knight rushed forward and hugged Lancelot tightly with his body. Lancelot was obviously hit by this suicide attack In a mess, he could only watch the remaining two knights getting closer and closer to him.

The sword and spear collided with the translucent magic film, and Lancelot stared blankly at the two weapons that were so close to his cheeks, cold sweat had already covered his whole body.

"Are you still waiting to die!"

An angry reprimand exploded in Lancelot's ear, and Lancelot broke free from the solemn knight's arms as if he had just woken up from a dream. He drew out his sword and quickly made up two swords.

He turned to the other side, and Caster, who appeared at an unknown time, also looked at him with an unkind expression, but her gaze subconsciously slowed down a little after her eyes fell on Lancelot's wound that was still bleeding out:

"Don't expect me to treat you, I don't have the energy."

She opened the magic shield while analyzing the reverse magic channel with one heart and one mind.

"How did you come?"

Lancelot relaxed his body, arching his back slightly to regain his strength.

"If I stay there alone, you will worry that I will run away alone. I'm afraid that you won't do your best to protect Fujimaru Tachika."

Lancelot fell silent noncommittally. He did have concerns in this regard before.

He was just about to explain, but Caster gave the steps first: "It's Fujimaru, she is afraid that you won't be able to last too long by yourself, so let me come here to help."

Fujimaru Tachika looked at her in confusion, but found that Caster didn't look at her at all. Caster's two-color eyes stared at Lancelot, and he looked away after a while.

'Caster is... just looking at Lancelot's emotions? '

Fujimaru Tachika couldn't help recalling what the Mirror Fairy said, she pursed her lips wisely and didn't speak.

"Hold on a little longer, and it will be fine soon."

"You don't have that chance." The voice came from the other side, the blood-stained knight was thrown on the ground, Percival raised his spear indifferently and pointed at Caster.

The golden brilliance bloomed on the tip of the spear, and without giving Caster a chance to speak too much, the holy spear collided with the magic film in the next moment, and the third-rate magic that was originally a temporary match was defeated in an instant.

The blazing light instantly engulfed the three of them, and when the holy spear's light completely dissipated, the air was already filled with a burnt smell.

"Ok?"

Even through those rotten eyes, you can see Percival's astonishment. The quality of long-term combat allows Percival to see the reason at a glance—the moment the Holy Lance breaks through the shield, he uses the scales on the back of the Caster magic hand to block it. Light cannon.

But that was already the limit. At this time, she tried to stand up but staggered and fell down twice in a row. In the end, she could only support her upper body to block Fujimaru Tachika.

Lancelot looked at Percival who was close at hand. He tried to stand up, but as a human being, his hands and feet had long been paralyzed, so he could only look up at Percival with fierce eyes.

Percival ignored Lancelot's struggle, he raised his spear again, and the holy golden light once again condensed.

Even with his eyes closed, Lancelot could still clearly feel the scorching magic power.

--ended.

In his heart, he put a death sentence on himself.

But the next moment, the sound of breaking through the air exploded from his ears.Lancelot subconsciously opened his eyes, but what he saw was the drops of blood floating in front of his eyes.

The hot beam of light rubbed against his face, and the strong wind blew his hair, making his face as painful as a knife.

A brilliant light curtain exploded in front of his eyes, and the dazzling gold urged him to close his eyes—but Lancelot blocked his body's instinctive reaction by relying on his own will.

What was reflected in his pupils was the figure of someone who threw himself at Percival desperately.I can't see the figure clearly, because the body is already riddled with holes, and I can't see the face clearly, because the face has already been covered with blood.

But Lancelot was very sure that it was Lamaroc, that was Lamaroc who deserved to die.That posture, no matter how you think about it, doesn't seem to be alive, but it is this kind of Lanmarok who has launched a charge again at this moment.

Without leaving any backhands, she rushed her body forward completely, the silver armor on her chest hit the holy spear, and the unexpected pounce overturned Percival who couldn't dodge, making the tip of the spear uncontrollable facing upwards.

The golden magic power collided with Lanmark's soft armor, and it bloomed in the most brilliant way under the gaze of Lancelot's eyes widened to the extreme.

A wave of magical heat mixed with blood and flesh surged, slapping Lancelot's face.

Black smoke enveloped the entire hillside, and when the vision was restored again, only Percival was left panting alone with his gun.

Lancelot bit his lower lip tightly, and he watched Percival limping towards this side like a puppet.The horror in my heart disappeared bit by bit.

He struggled to control his body, his elbow first responding to his anticipation.Lancelot propped up his face and half of his body.

- move!move!

His eyes were red, and Percival's movements slowed down bit by bit.

I felt sensation in my palms, but my legs were still unable to move.

- Almost, almost!
He looked at Percival's scarred body, as long as he detonated the gun again, Fujimaru would... still have a chance!
He pushed his body desperately.The fear of death stemming from the biological instinct made Lancelot retreat, but some kind of lofty sentiment pushed him forward.

A human being cannot defeat such a monster, the only one who can defeat a monster is the monster itself.

He is called the number one knight of the round table by Lanmark, so there is no reason why he cannot do what Lanmark can do.

"Ahhhh!"

He roared, but his feet still couldn't hold up.For the first time, he hated his body so weak.

The beautiful blood-colored silk thread became solidified little by little on Lancelot's body.

The brilliance of the Holy Lance reached its peak.

"I also want to become a powerful knight!"

Bloody threads tangled on the back of Lancelot's hand, finally forming three strangely shaped red stigmata.

The blue magic power condensed and formed at Lancelot's feet at the same time as the stigmata appeared, forming a summoning circle.

Percival's pupils reflected the white light that erupted from the summoning array.But it was too late for him to change direction.

The holy spear stabbed Lancelot who was hiding behind the summoning circle.

But what fell faster than the gun was a large shield protruding from the summoning formation.

The blue-black shield blocked the holy spear's only path with an indomitable momentum.

Chong——!
The next moment, the turbulent flow of magic power exploded.

　Shumi’s analysis requirements for the channel: it is necessary to create a channel that allows the master to pass through safely. For this reason, Gudazi must first pass through the channel by himself, and Lanmark is to protect Gudazi and pass through the channel together

　　
　
(End of this chapter)