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

Chapter 28
Since five of Menechel's subordinates were assassinated last time, Abby has not arranged new men for him, and Menechel has never been out on the field again. With this inexplicable tacit understanding, the two are speechless. reached an agreement.

In order to make up for the vacancy caused by Menechel's absenteeism, the already short-staffed Telu Knights had to narrow down the labor force of innocent subordinates again, making their already scarce rest time even worse, so that in the past few days Mi Nechel rarely saw knights meeting privately with ordinary residents when wandering around at night.

He said he was just hanging out, but Minechel wore his armor meticulously, and even neatly wore the headgear that he seldom wore after entering the city. This was a new request from Abby. Not big enough to object.

However, as soon as the eye-catching red armor appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of most knights in the city, but very few people stopped Menechel because they all respected the order of Deputy Knight Commander Ambi and ignored Menechel's weirdness. move.

And that night, Menechel was wandering aimlessly in the empty streets as usual, the streets that had been temporarily curfew due to the war were empty, only knights wearing standard helmets in twos and threes.

For some reason, Menechel's mood was a little complicated. He vaguely felt that something big was about to happen, but he still couldn't concentrate. No matter what he did, the anxiety was always with him, just like an animal's instinctive resistance when facing a disaster.

Could it be that I have been too tired in the past few days and have not had enough time to rest—ordinary humans probably think so, but Menechel is no longer a human being in a strict sense. Ever since she bathed in dragon blood and ate dragon After the meat, Ben Minechel's physique that tended to be stable due to the end of the developmental period has achieved abnormal secondary growth. In terms of physical strength alone, Minechel at this time is closer to the dragon species than humans.

Menechel has experimented that he can maintain a high degree of mental concentration even if he does not sleep for three days and three nights. As for what will happen after three days, since Menechel thinks there is no need to continue, it is unknown .

Therefore, Menechel is more inclined that this anxiety is derived from the perception of danger.Thinking in this way, Menechel repeatedly thought about what he had seen and heard in the past few days, trying to screen out doubts from it.

After falling into deep thought, Menechel didn't care at all that he was passing by a group of knights. Menechel's body followed the usual habit to avoid the oncoming knights, and at the moment when the two sides were about to cross, Suddenly, a knight closest to Menechel suddenly jumped up, and a knight dagger hidden in his hand went straight to Menechel's unsuspecting chest and abdomen.

Almost instantly, the mind returns to the body.Menechel grabbed the dagger that was wrestling with the hard armor, and with a little effort from his thumb and forefinger, the blade was bent and broken. At the same time, he grabbed the attacker's head armor with his backhand and threw it down forcefully.

The too strong force made the attacker's body fold in half in an exaggerated arc and fell downwards, but the counterattack did not end. When the opponent's body bent down, Minechel had already kicked out, and there was a gap between the feet and the head. When they collided, the iron helmet instantly dented like a fake, turning into a pool of discus.

After finishing the set, Menechel immediately crossed the corpse of the knight in his hand, blocking himself and several other knights.

The four knights, who were still a little strange just now, immediately fell silent, and three of them turned their gazes to the other knight.

It seems that this is the leader.

There was such a commotion in a city full of patrols, but no footsteps were heard until now. This was very abnormal, and it also made Menechel feel vigilant.

"This kind of hardness is worthy of armor made of dragon scales."

Menechel looked for the voice, and it was the knight who was leading the conversation just now.The other party slowly took off the headgear, revealing a familiar face of a middle-aged man whose name he still couldn't name.

Menechel blinked his eyes. He has not been an official for a long time, and there are not many people he can feel familiar with. In addition to the [armor made of dragon scales] just mentioned by the person in front of him, he rarely Show off your mythical weapons to others.

"Are you Chamo?"

When Menechel said the name, it seemed that a looming "membrane" between the two was torn off, and the strange familiarity immediately dissipated.

Compared with the high-spiritedness of the last meeting, Chamo at this time is much depressed.Thinking of how he almost killed all the knights under the opponent's hand in order to rescue King Arthur, Menechel's eyes gradually became clouded.

"It's amazing."

Chamo didn't have the posture of provoking a teacher, he pressed the sword at his waist with one hand and walked forward step by step, his voice was really hoarse: "Magic is really an amazing miracle, it's just a magician's hand. A little magic trick can change the outcome of a war."

Menechel also touched the great sword at the same time, but there was no change. Perhaps it was out of last guilt that he didn't do it directly, and listened quietly to Chamo's intoxicated words.

He keenly captured the key words in Chamo's words, and the complicated thoughts in his mind colluded in an instant, and his face immediately became ugly.

Previously, it was just because the perpetrator looked familiar, so he didn't care about it, but the appearance of Chamo broke Minechel's final fantasy of "familiarity"-there is a curfew at night, and ordinary civilians simply don't have the courage to come out. Who are the commoners who frequently meet privately with the knights in the city?
When the sound of breaking through the air came, Menechel almost subconsciously took half a step back, and the cold light rubbed against his abdomen and sank to the ground.

Chamo's figure in front of him twisted and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had retreated three steps away.He held a strangely shaped curved-edged knight sword in both hands, and the palpitating purple lines on the sword showed its extraordinary.

Clang——

The sound of glass shattering came from the purple curved blade, and cracks spread across the entire blade in an instant.

Menechel's complexion changed. Since the abdomen was cut just now, his proud dragon scale armor suddenly burst into purple flames, and his armor faintly melted under the scorching of the flames. posture.

"Your Majesty Menechel, fighting alone may not be your opponent." Chamo retracted the sword to his waist, and with a "swish", three knights beside him immediately came forward with weapons in hand, and Chamo himself didn't stop and retreated towards Menechel's opposite direction.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the distance. Menechel didn't have time to think about it. He didn't even pay attention to the blazing purple flames on his body. The knight was cut into two halves together with the weapon.

As a knight, Menechel knew very well what that roaring sound was—it was the sound of the city gate being let go. Someone, or the enemy had already lowered the city gate, and the outsiders knew without guessing that it must be an excuse. The rebels in the name of "withdrawal".

Taking off his burning belly armor as he ran, he had to recapture the gate as quickly as possible—before the rebel forces had fully entered the outer city.

But without waiting for Menechel to take a few steps forward, several low-pitched sounds of piercing the air approached quietly.

Several arrows attacked Menechel's unsuspecting chest and abdomen in unison.

(End of this chapter)