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

Chapter 29
The angle of the shooter was very tricky. Even though Minechel had caught the tiny sound of breaking the air mixed in the noise, Minechel responded in a timely manner, but the target was too big. He tried his best to twist his body, but the two tailless arrows easily pierced the lower abdomen where he had just taken off his armor.

When the tingling pain came, Menechel immediately rolled over and avoided the second round of arrows in an emergency. At this time, the surroundings gradually surrounded by circles of knights. Some of them were wearing uniform knight armor. Some were the clothes of the common people, and some were the various armors of the rebels, but the gleaming metal showed the hostility of this group of people.

Perhaps it was because the commotion caused by Menechel's anti-killing of the three people just now was too loud. At this time, when he raised his eyes and looked around, there were dozens of people around, and he could still hear shouts that gradually weakened in his ears, but they did not appear for a long time. reinforcements.

Pulling out the cluster of arrows submerged in the abdomen, the blood that was brought out immediately stained the inner lining, a tingling feeling that was more unbearable than pain came from the injured area, and the irritating feeling made Minechel's eyes turn red.

Is there something wrong with that arrow, or the purple flame?
He thought so at this moment, but the enemy would not give him a chance to think, it was not a one-on-one competition of chivalry, those well-dressed "iron scorpions" stabbed up, and the weapons in their hands were either stabbed or slashed. Straight to Menechel's life gate.

It was different from the last time when they relied on the night to surprise and defeat a knight order. I wonder if they learned the lesson from the last time. After those rebels entered the city, they set fires everywhere. limited field of view.

Enemy No. 1 had already rushed up, and Minechel's pupils stretched extremely rapidly at this time, making people almost think it was a vertical pupil, and the deep black red in the pupil replaced the ruby ​​red luster.

Killing intent, or an inhuman aura spread from Menechel's body, scorching magic power roamed wantonly on his body surface, almost substantive magic power spontaneously rushed to his arms, and a thunderous roar came out, The knight who rushed out was thrown back at a faster speed, and the several knights behind him were plowed out of a gap.

The swelling feeling from the arm made Menechel almost think that his limb had been severed, but soon another magic power moistened the discomfort.

The terrifying violent blow just now immediately quieted down the originally chaotic scene, but in just a moment, the vacant part was filled up again.

Several arrows took advantage of this opportunity to shoot at Menechel's lower abdomen and face respectively, coordinating with the surrounding knights gradually enclosing them, they faintly blocked all of Minechel's dodging space.

But the few back arrows didn't hurt Menechel, to be precise, it had already scorched and disintegrated when it touched the magic layer on Menechel's body surface.

Menechel turned his head vigilantly, saw the platform hidden behind him at a glance, turned his sword, and split several knights standing beside him with his sword, and the red magic steam on his body was also It was stained with traces of blood by the spilled blood.

The idea of ​​rushing to the city gate quickly has been ruined, so—— I have to kill them all.

What appeared in Minechel's eyes was the most primitive hysteria of creatures. He didn't consider the feasibility of doing so, so he gave up taking off his armor, and let the flames on the armor continue to spread and turn black. Minechel changed his previous sword With his back clearing the field, under the blessing of magical power that came from nowhere at this time, he held the big sword tightly with both hands, and cut a person with almost no hindrance when he raised the sword in his hand.

It was too late to retract the blade, and several steel spears pierced him again. Menechel simply gave up his defense and let those spears pierce several blood holes on his body.The pain was fleeting, and a smile distorted by the pain appeared on Menechel's face. He swung his sword again, and killed all the knights in the cage in front of him with just one sword.

The corpses that were split into two fell down slowly and regularly, and the too dense gun blades got stuck in Menechel's muscles, which effectively restricted his wide-opening and closing sword skills, and blocked Menechel's movements. .

He gritted his teeth and cut off all the gun barrels outside his body, but the pain from the gun tip still stuck in his body increased again.

Fortunately, there was no bleeding again, and granulation sprouted from Menechel's wound, filling the wound.

Later, he would have to cut his body open and take out the spear blade, Menechel thought—if he could survive, then let’s do this.

Swinging the sword time and time again, the body suffered trauma one after another, and the back and front of the body were densely covered with small scars. The almost maddening feeling of heat and pain did not kill Minechel, he seemed to have returned to the During the difficult period of absorbing the dragon's blood, the body was torn and bonded again and again.

Menechel's magic power is infinite, and the faint but ever-present pale blood-colored light is reflected in this small space. He doesn't know how many enemies he has cut. He just swings his sword over and over again, raises his hand, and falls. , raised his hand again, and swung his sword again.

The splattered blood sprinkled on Menechel's armor that was still in the process of taking off, and the blood spots on the scabbed armor were beyond calculation, as if the waves of enemies around him were unknown.

Finally, another knight jumped over the overlapping corpses of his companions, and stabbed hopefully at Menechel, who seemed to be on the verge of falling.

Menechel flicked his arm, and the exaggeratedly large bright red epee was thrown out along with the weak arm like an extension of the arm. The sharp blade crossed the barrel of the gun, splitting the attacker in two.

At this moment, Menechel's armor hanging on both sides snapped together as if they were alive. He slightly adjusted the joint, and put on the armor again.

Habitually retracting the sword and swinging the sword again, but this time the great sword that hits every shot was in vain. It was only then that Menechel noticed that the surrounding knights who were stimulated by the blood had become a pool of blood and blood. Minced meat scattered on the ground.

All killed.

Menechel couldn't recover. He moved his feet, but found that there was no place for him to settle among the corpses piled up on the upper and lower body.

The magical radiance that had been radiating from his body was extinguished at this moment, and Menechel supported his body with his sword to prevent himself from lying with the corpses.

"There should be one left."

Menechel couldn't help but speak in a low voice, perhaps because of exhaustion, his voice was a little hoarse at this time.He took off the headgear and wanted to throw it aside, but he hated the surrounding environment and had to hold it for a while. He looked down at the intact armor on his body, and couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth.

This kind of feeling that one is worth a thousand seems to be pretty good - if possible, I can try again next time.

Just during the short time when Menechel lowered his head, an arrow came swiftly, grabbing the moment when Menechel was about to raise his head.

There was no time for the body to react, and an arrow—grazed Menechel's scalp and flew behind him.

puff.

One person fell in response, and Menechel withdrew the great sword with some regret.The sneak attacker was killed by arrows, and Menechel had no habit of flogging corpses.

He raised his eyes to scan the stage, but found that the one on it was the knight Chamo who had disappeared for a while, and saw that the other party dropped a knight casually, and showed a flattering smile to Menechel.

No wonder... It's been a while since I've been attacked by a flying object.Only then did he notice that the city gate that had just been opened had been quietly closed.

"This is a piece of grass."

Menechel didn't go to see Chamo, but Chamo said: "The commander is still in the central city."

Menechel's expression became serious, and he gave up the idea of ​​destroying the tower to kill Chamo, only to hear the other party continue to say: "Just now someone fled towards the central city. I was afraid of accidentally hurting you, so I didn't stop it."

　When I was sniped while playing games, I obediently rolled back and updated
　　
　
(End of this chapter)