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

At night, the jade-white high walls exude a layer of faint fluorescence.There is a torch hanging almost every distance, illuminating every dark place outside the city.

The city gate stands tall and towering, and all the wind, sand and cold nights seem to be cut off by the towering fortified city.

This is the holy city of Camelot.

At this time, the night was already deep.Although the solemn Holy City in the past was as quiet as ever, there was an unsettling depression hidden beneath the silence.

Although the soldiers on night duty were still vigilant about the actions outside the city, their slightly slumped bodies already showed signs of fatigue.

The fatigue did not only come from the body. It had only been an hour since their vigil. For the knights, it was not really tired. The fatigue came more from the mental fatigue.

Not long ago, news came from the north - King Arthur, who was driven out of the city of Camelot, sent a notice to all of Britain and would gather all the loyal and brave knights to regain the city of Camelot.

Menechiel, the Duke of Rehe, was the first to respond to King Arthur's call.

King Arthur, Menechiel.These two names are absolutely irresistible big names to the British people of this era.

The chosen knight king and the strongest undefeated knight.

Many knights have already begun to regret it.Because of the sudden surge of inexplicable emotions, he followed Morgan to rebel for no apparent reason. Now that I think about it, it was like an evil spirit had taken over his mind.

"Hey, have you heard?" Finally a knight hid in the dark place where the torches meet. The firelight made his face look unreal, and he whispered: "Mr. Morgan sent The warrior (Saber) was beheaded.”

The knight who was accosted could no longer stand the oppressive atmosphere in the city. As if he had found an outlet, he spoke at this moment: "I heard that Lord Morgan had already run away, leaving us as a blood sacrifice."

He had never heard anyone say it, but that didn't stop him from recommending it to others.

He still wanted to speak, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a bright red light coming from around the corner. The discouraging words he was about to say changed in a short time, and he said in a very stiff tone: "Don't worry, This is Camelot, the strongest city in the whole of Britain. Even the strongest Lord Menechel cannot break through this wall."

It's just that the knight standing in front of him didn't notice the person coming behind him at the first time, and he was a little confused.Fortunately, before he could say the words, another voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Gentlemen, please don't be distracted while on duty, otherwise even I will have to do something sad."

Tristan's unique voice that sounded like reciting poetry, full of cadence, sounded.

As if being watched by a poisonous snake spitting out apricots, a cold chill crawled up the necks of the two knights.

It is true that Menechelle is terrible, but Lord Tristan, who is now their immediate boss, can kill them at any time.

But Tristan only gave a small warning and did not take any drastic action.

The low morale can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

But Tristan couldn't restrain it, and he didn't want to restrain it.

As Morgan's accomplice, he was not qualified to punish these knights who were influenced by Guinevere's Noble Phantasm and had to be coerced by Morgan into rebellion.

The enemy... no, when will the king's army come?

Tristan didn't know, but he knew tonight was a quiet night.My ears were surrounded by the cool and silent evening breeze.

Suddenly, the coolness seemed to be diluted.

This subtle difference made Tristan startled, and his closed eyes opened at this moment.

The night and the sand are not obstacles at all for him as an Archer.

The robe that almost covered half of his body was lifted by the wind, and a bow suddenly appeared in Tristan's arms. At this time, Tristan's fingers were pressed on the strings.

The invisible sound blade shot out from his arms, and the wind pressure caused it lifted the red hair from his forehead, but Tristan's eyes were also widened at this moment.

The sound blade cut through the thick night and shot in one direction.

The invisible arrow is quiet and silent, but the magic power attached to it is enough to crush the enemy into pieces the moment it hits.

This is Tristan's Noble Phantasm, Failnaught. Although it is not as fiery and violent as Gawain or Lancelot, its assassination effect is far superior to the two robes.

boom--

A deafening roar came from the distance.But that was not caused by Tristan's Noble Phantasm.

Countless red thunders lit up from the distant sky, tearing a hole in the gloomy night.Thunder and lightning intertwined with each other, forming countless crimson thunder snakes in the sky. The thunder snakes were winding and circling, biting every inch of the surrounding land crazily.

The sound blade was torn to pieces in the violent thunder.

The collision of pure magic power and magic power caused a wave of scorching hot air to burst out at that moment, overwhelming the city of Camelot.

Tristan's expression changed, and he raised his bow and harp to block it in front of him.The next moment, the crazy air current blew the knights defending the city into pieces.

The enemy's strength far exceeded his expectations.

——This kind of power belongs to Lord Menechel...

Tristan wanted to organize the city defense, but Morgan's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"return"

Tristan looked hesitant, and Morgan's voice sounded again.

"Come back immediately"

His body made its own decision and disappeared uncontrollably.

However, the knights beside the city wall did not notice the departure of their coach. Amidst the screams of "enemy attack", arrows continued to shoot towards the direction where the thunder and lightning had just appeared.

Thunder sounded again, but this time there was no magnificent visual impact of Razer's blockade. Only a bloody stream in the distance was seen approaching, dragging a dazzling stream of light.

Before the bloody light arrived, the air became hot and dry first.The firelight and fluorescence were suppressed by the bloody lightning.

A dark purple barrier emerged and collided with the raging red thunder, but it only lasted for less than a second before countless cracks appeared.

Keng!
The barrier shattered.

The crimson ball of light hit the city gate directly.

The solid city gate dented, but it was not broken through by flesh and blood. However, the stone wall used to fix the city gate was torn down.

The flying city gate smashed into the city with rubble, and the roar instantly covered up all the screams and curses in the city. In the huge Camelot City, only the echo left by the city gate hitting the ground was left.

The screams broke the dull atmosphere. Several knights on the city wall were injured by the remaining power of the thunder snake, and countless burns poured down from above.

It was indeed falling. The corpses that fell on the ground scattered down like toys that had been violently cut in half. The bones and flesh and internal organs of the human body poured down from the sky, and a strong fresh smell immediately filled the city.

The blood light gradually dissipated, revealing the figure inside.

At this time, blood began to trickle down from the sky. Thunder and lightning protected the few meters beside the man, but the vast space was already filled with blood mist.

On the city wall, the knights who had just witnessed a scene as terrifying as heavenly punishment, and who had not yet had time to recover from the shock of the city of Camelot being easily breached, may have been too nervous, and the arrows flew out of the bow strings, but they had not yet recovered. The tall knight in the center was burned to ashes by the rhythmic magic power.

The red-armored knight glanced towards the direction where the arrow was shot.Those pupils as thin and long as needle tips are full of primitive violence, and the bright red eyes are closer to human pupils than——

"dragon……"

"It's...Lord Menechel..."

Menechelle raised the corners of her mouth, but the smile did not reach her eyes, and it became the most standard sneer.

He raised the dragon sword with one hand. Dots of lightning could not be suppressed on the sword body, as if he was about to make a slashing move.

But just as the sword was raised, it was lowered again.

His voice was high:

"Where's that bitch Morgan."

Why why why why why why why are you still so busy after completing the National Day homework? Why do I have to pile up this week's homework until the weekend? Why don't I do it from Monday to Friday? Why why why why