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

Chapter 306 Lanmark
Menechel glanced at Illya, and he suddenly felt the magic wave from the girl.

That is the magic that idlers dispel.

Matou Shinji obviously recognized it, and the expression on his face became stiff instantly.

"Hey, are you crazy? It's daytime!"

Matou Shinji cried out, he never thought that someone would break the rules of the Holy Grail War.

Pedestrians around who had not been dispersed turned their heads and looked at Matou Shinji with a strange expression, but after seeing that the person confronting Matou Shinji was a girl who looked only seven or eight years old, they turned to Matou Shinji one after another. With a disgusted expression.

Sensing the gazes from all directions, Matou Shinji's face turned blue and then pale, he tightly clenched the omori in his hand, the blue veins on his forehead showed that he was about to explode at this moment.

Shinji Matou's last rationality made him follow the principle of secrecy in mysticism and not summon Rider now.

The magic of avoiding dispersal of idlers took effect quickly. There were three or five times of bustling people, and the only people left in the courtyard outside Liudong Temple were Matou Shinji and Illya.Matou Shinji didn't need to say much, Rider had already shown his reality one step ahead.

"Ok?"

The familiar armor stunned Menechel, who had his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced at Rider again, and Rider was also looking at him. The eyes of both sides crossed, and neither talked in tacit understanding.

"What's the matter, Berserker, are you an acquaintance again?"

"Rider is Ranmaroc."

He didn't shy away from it.

Matou Shinji wasn't surprised at the exposure of his servant's real name. After learning that Rider and Berserker met, Matou Shinji was already mentally prepared for this.

"Berserker, kill him."

As soon as Illya finished speaking, Rider rushed out before Menechel even made a move.The pure white lance protruded out first, forcing Menechel to retreat to avoid it.

Relying on the advantage of being the first mover, Lanmark quickly pressed Menechel to the other side.

But instead of taking advantage of this opportunity to attack further, Lanmarok swept away with a single shot to give Limi Nechel a chance to open her position.

Pointing the gun at Menechel, Lanmark had no intention of chasing after her, she turned and said, "Miss Menechel, I don't want to duel with you at this point in time, please advise your Master .”

"Want to fight me tonight?"

"Hmm..." Lanmarok blushed under the helmet, and his tone was suspiciously delayed for half a second.But then Minechel's words dispelled her reverie: "Lanmark, you are still so rigid. Your rigidity will bring you disaster!"

Abnormal magic power gathered on Menechel's body, his face quickly climbed to a layer of deep black, his expression quickly became ferocious and painful, his facial features were crazily twisted together, but the words in his mouth were not a single word Landed into Ranmark's ears:

"If you just hold this awareness, then not only you will be killed by me, but your master will also die."

Sensing the abnormality, Lanmark wanted to pull away subconsciously, but he remembered the information Saber shared last night in his mind.

She stopped backing, kicked her left foot hard, and threw herself straight at Berserker.She raised her lance and pointed it at the opponent's chest.

Before Lanmarok approached, the clothes on Berserker's chest suddenly exploded, and her gun hit a dark place as hard as heavy armor.In the next moment, the magic power that suddenly became manic had any sign of outward expansion, and it rushed away from Lanmark's lance in just a moment. In mid-air, she didn't even have time to see the scene in front of her. There was a crackling sound of "啪啊".

Lanmarok was still in the air at this time and had no time to adjust her position, but she was not fighting alone. Suddenly, a horse with pure white hair rushed out from the smoke and dust below her, and the dust raised could not make its pure white fur become dim.

The white horse soared into the sky, firmly supported the falling Lanmarok in the air, and carried the knight to a higher place.

The tail brushed against the white horse's heels, and the barb on the tip of the tail scraped off a few strands of hair from the white horse.

The white horse landed lightly, but stomped its hooves uncomfortably the moment it landed.Lanmark hastily touched the horse's head with his hand to appease him.At the same time, she waved the lance with the other hand, and the strong wind that the magic power gathered on the lance dispelled the smoke and dust that blocked her vision.

Push away the smoke and dust, and immediately saw a humanoid monster with a bent body covered in black scales.

"Menechel..."

Staring at the monster's head covered with black scales and its devil-like horns, Lanmark pursed his lips.

The white horse she sat on snorted immediately.The short and anxious voice instantly brought Lanmark back to his senses.

She picked up the lance, and the phantom horse carried her and rushed towards Berserker who had just retracted its tail. Before the person arrived, the lance had already locked Berserker. It can be said that this is the strongest blow she released without using the Noble Phantasm.

Berserker raised his chest regardless, his red eyes seemed to be filled with endless anger, and he raised his claws at Lanmark.

boom--!
The violent collision as imagined did not come. The moment Berserker was about to approach, the phantom horse stomped on the ground fiercely, driving Lanmark to fly up. Berserker's sharp claws missed, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably due to the miss of the blow, exposing his defenseless back to the view of Lanmark from above.

She easily turned the tip of the spear, changed from stabbing to throwing, and threw the lance in her hand towards Berserker's back.

But the blow that was bound to be won was blocked by a black shadow at the moment when the two sides crossed each other.

The lance sank into the scales of the tail, almost tearing the tail apart, but Berserker seemed to feel no pain at all, and the dragon tail with a strong wind continued to sweep towards Lanmark without hesitation.

The white horse lifted its upper body and jumped over its tail, and Lanmark took the opportunity to tear his lance from the dragon's tail.

She flicked the gun with blood on it, but suddenly felt something strange about the mount under her.With just a slight sweep, Lanmark saw that the bone-deep hollow on the left hind limb of the white horse was bleeding out bit by bit.

'Did you get hurt while dodging in the air just now? Lanmark looked at Berserker in the distance again, and the scaled tail that had been stabbed by her before wriggled and returned to its original shape under the action of a burst of green light.

Different from the spirit body of Servant, Lanmark's horse is closer to the existence of Noble Phantasm or Spiritual Equipment. Once injured, it must rely on rest to recover.

'Because you're facing Menechel, have you slowed down your actions? '

Lanmark stroked the white horse's head, and she could clearly feel that its whole body was trembling at this time.

Lanmark got off his horse, and the white horse immediately turned into a spirit and disappeared.She clenched the gun slightly.

——To injure Berserker, one needs an attack that penetrates Berserker's scales and renders him unable to recover.

Naturally, Lanmark thought of his treasure.

……

In the distance, Matou Shinji took the battle situation into his eyes. Although he didn't know how to fight, he could see that Rider was at a disadvantage.

'That Berserker is not at the same level as Tohsaka's Archer. '

And just when Matou Shinji completely turned his attention to the two servants on both sides of the war, a chilling feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

Turning around almost subconsciously, a silver thread had cut the skin of his throat, leaving a bloodstain on his neck.

Matou Shinji touched his neck, the blood on his palm made him stiff.

"It's strange, didn't big brother want to talk to Berserker just now? Why didn't you say a word now?" Illya spoke in a childish voice, but the eyes reflecting Shinji Matou were full of chill, the two A translucent familiar rose and fell on both sides of her shoulders: "If you don't say anything, I will have to kill you."

"Say... say what?"

Seeing that Matou Shinji seemed to be intimidated, Illya continued:

"You seem to have formed an alliance with Rin and the others, so would you like to come to my side?"

It was clearly two sentences connected together, but Matou Shinji suspected that he had missed the middle part, so he unconsciously opened his mouth to confirm: "What?"

"I can eliminate Rin with you first."

　Let me think about how to write, don't worry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)