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

The upper half of Merlin's body floated around Lancer like smoke, but just as it came into contact with Lancer's body, the white smoke was scorched by the fiery magic power on the other person's body.

Merlin screamed in pain, but still refused to show weakness: "Actually, you are the one who is afraid."

Lancer was noncommittal, the expression on her face remained unchanged and she raised the spear against Merlin's restraint.

But after all, she was still a step too slow. The spear was just ready to be pulled up, and the golden light already illuminated her face.

That was the edge of the Sword of Promise of Victory. If this progress was followed, the sword would be pressed down before the spear was raised, and the edge of the sword would cut Lancer's throat.

However, Merlin controlled Lancer but ignored the war horse beneath her.

The so-called knights, except for a small number of them, are all beings who constantly work together with their mounts, and the King of Knights is the best among them.

At this moment, the war horse under Lancer suddenly kicked the ground violently. The horse pulled up its forelimbs without hesitation. The whole horse took on a "standing" posture. Lancer was already prepared and grabbed the reins with one hand. to prevent yourself from being left behind.

Artoria's sword, which had already rushed in front of Lancer, suddenly lost its target, but her reaction was not slow either. The direction of the sword that was originally slashing forward was changed to an upward thrust.

At this moment, the white horse's iron hooves kicked down hard.

The horseshoe and the holy sword collided with each other, making the sound of gold and iron intersecting.Arturia held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand and held the blade with the other hand, using brute force to block the heavy pressure of the war horse.

but……

The sharp rays of light in the corner of her eyes were continuously magnified. As the war horse "stood up", Lancer's spear also rose up, and at this time, it also stabbed down with the fall of the war horse.

Artoria had no hands left to defend herself.

A cold light flashed, and iron hoofs stepped on Artoria's body. The heavy force made her whole body roll, and blood stained the green grass along the track.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had quick eyes and quick hands, and he swooped down and hugged Artoria, but she was carried along by the force acting on Artoria, and rolled several times before she could stop.

Fortunately, the magic dress prevented her from getting hurt.

She immediately helped Artoria up, and the fluorescence of the healing magic lit up in her hands.

Lancer, however, had no joy in defeating the enemy.She saw clearly what had just happened in the flash of lightning.

Arturia adjusted her position and avoided fatal injuries with the help of the horse's hooves. Her gun only pierced the opponent's shoulder.

She wanted to give chase, but a wisp of white smoke transformed by Merlin followed her armor and locked the horse underneath her.

Although Lancer broke free in just a moment, she still missed the best opportunity to attack. She grabbed Merlin beside her, but he actually discarded the caught part and flowed away from her fingers like a ball of wind. .

It's like flying insects buzzing in your ears when you're deep into sleep at night, it's annoying.

If he releases the Noble Phantasm directly, Artoria will definitely die even if Lancer stands still.

However, her purpose was not to kill Artoria, so she became even more irritated, but she couldn't show it on her face.

She stood quietly at the entrance of the tower, not showing much intention to attack, but the powerful magic emanating from her body was already enough pressure.

Behind her is the only exit from the tower. If you want to get out, you have to move her, but that is completely impossible.

……

The plain is the most suitable road for knights. Several war horses galloped across the wilderness, heading towards the area where abnormal magic appeared.

Ezequiel glanced at Menechiel who was lying on his horse, and the horse he was riding followed behind him.

This is not because the other party's riding skills are inferior to his, but rather a concession made to prevent him from going the wrong way.

Relying on the bonus brought by the servant's body, he asked: "Don't the rumors say that you can't ride a horse?"

He had never fought on horseback with Menechiel. Although he also rode a horse in the final battle with Menechiel in the snowy field, his horse fainted before he got close.

Unexpectedly, Menechel actually spoke against the strong wind: "I started learning when I found out that my body was weak, but I never had the chance to use it."

The vacancy caused by the decline in physical fitness must be filled in other aspects, so as to be worthy of the title of [No. [-]].

Such a body is actually still weak.

Ezequiel couldn't help but be speechless.He is a pseudo-servant. Although his main personality as a servant is dormant, he also retains a considerable amount of memory. He knows that the so-called weak Menechel can kill him with one sword.

Even if you don't think about it carefully, you can feel the coolness on your neck.

The horse under him suddenly turned sideways, and Ezequiel jumped off the horse as soon as the horse tilted.

Ezequiel glanced at the overturned war horse. The horse's entire left front hoof had been gouged out.

"Enemy attack!"

Menechelle pulled the reins to stop the horse's hooves, and at the same time warned the knights behind him.

The particles of magic materialized in front of Ezequiel and gathered into the shape of a human.

Black armor and green robe, the thick armor covered almost every inch of his skin. "Saber."

Menechelle recognized the Servant blocking the way, and her face turned ugly.

This is the black knight who captured Bilu City.

However, Saber did not cast a glance at Menechel. He looked at Ezequiel who had drawn the black sword with interest.

"You are what Archer calls a Servant...well, it seems to be a little different from a Servant."

"I am a pseudo-server."

"Mimi...he's a Servant anyway, right?" Saber waved her hand nonchalantly.

--flaw!
Ezequiel's eyes narrowed, and he raised his knight's sword and swung it towards Ezequiel.The blood-black magic power condensed into sword energy and spanned a short distance.

He is not a follower who fights justly, so naturally he cannot pursue any moral principles.At this distance, and under the instantaneous sudden attack, even if the Saber in front of her reacts in time, she will definitely be hit.

elbow.

This is what Ezequiel estimates is the worst possible outcome.Without the self-healing ability of the young Knight Menechiel, wounding the enemy's elbow in the first encounter would be equivalent to declaring victory.

But what Ezequiel didn't expect was that when faced with the attack directed at his heart, the enemy not only did not dodge sideways, but he actually dwarfed him.

Want to get out of the way?
This is impossible, that hard armor will slow down Saber's movements, and she will definitely be hit in the end.

And the fact was just as Ezequiel thought.

The sweeping sword energy collided with the bowing Saber, and in an instant, Saber's head was cut off.

The headless corpse kept leaning forward, and the flying head rolled to the feet of the body.

"……What?"

Ezequiel blinked, unable to believe that the battle would end in such a ridiculous way.

But before he could recover, his body still maintained the posture of wielding the sword.

Saber's headless body was completely bent down - if that was the case, it wouldn't be surprising.

But the body picked up its fallen head, pressed hard with both hands, and placed the head on its neck again.

"Well, he looks a little anxious."

Saber's tone was teasing, and she didn't look like she had just been beheaded.

Suddenly, Ezequiel's heart seemed to skip a beat.

The next moment, a shadow of blood passed in front of him.

The neck seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and all the blood in the body stopped flowing at this moment, and the body felt chilly.

A line of blood appeared from between his neck, and blood oozed out quickly.

Ezequiel took a few steps back and wiped the blood from his neck.

Just now, he was actually judged to have suffered a fatal injury?

"It was obviously hit, but the head didn't fall off." Saber caught the ax that flew back to his hand, and he said indifferently: "Yes. The bet still stands. Are you immortal?"

Ezequiel said nothing.

He saw clearly what the other party had just done.

Just as he casually reached out towards him, a tomahawk flying from nowhere hit his neck.

He wiped his neck and held the hilt of the sword with both hands.

At this time, Saber threw the ax again.It was just casually, without even a perfunctory aim, and it was simply thrown towards Ezequiel, but the battle ax accurately traced a trajectory, aiming directly at Ezequiel's head.

He immediately picked up the knight's sword and jammed the ax with his guard.

A guaranteed curse?And the moves were aimed at his head...

Ezequiel thought of a certain legend that was well-known in Britain, and felt a chill in his heart, so he gritted his teeth.

"Noble Phantasm Liberation—"

"——Reverse Glory·Abnormal Ezequille!"

So busy, so busy, so busy, so busy. I won’t be so busy during the National Day, hahahahahahahahaha