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

Following Menethil's instructions before leaving, Ezequiel was patrolling the city wall.

The sky was dark, and snowflakes might fall from the accumulated leaden clouds at any time. Facing such an unchanging scenery, Ezequiel couldn't help but be stunned.

The appeal of the names King Arthur and First Knight far exceeded Ezequiel's imagination. He originally thought that it would take at least a week to gather the scattered soldiers under Morgan's overwhelming advantage. But now it has only been three days, and he has witnessed with his own eyes the remnants of defeated troops from all over Britain. Some of them have pale faces and tattered armors, but they have come from places that are far away from the north. Now, the remnants of this army are The number is no less than that of the knights brought by Ezequiel.

The lack of numerical superiority made the knights under Ezequiel feel uneasy. Many knights also approached Ezequiel privately and questioned the agreement between him and the First Knight.

All Menechiel had to do to lend a helping hand in times of crisis was an all-out duel with Ezequiel, risking his life.

Indeed, from the perspective of the agreement alone, what Ezequiel and Menechiel have paid cannot be said to be equivalent at all. Ezequiel clearly has a better choice, such as relying on Menechiel. If necessary, force the other party to admit defeat verbally in order to fulfill Ezequiel [the new strongest].

However, even if he only briefly imagined that situation, Ezequiel felt bored and unbearable humiliation, as if as long as he did that, Ezequiel would fall into a situation more terrifying than death.

——Therefore, when faced with the doubts of his subordinates, Ezequiel always calmed down with the excuse that "defeating Morgan is also to avenge our king."

Only by knocking down Morgan would he have a chance to regain his kingdom, so whether it was due to the agreement with Menechel or his duty as a knight, a battle with Morgan was unavoidable.Thinking about it from this perspective, it turns out that he paid Menechelle a duel for nothing.

However, no matter how you think about it, after witnessing the heroic appearance of the victorious Menechiel knocking down the holy spear with one sword, he is the only one who will lose his life in the duel...

In the distance, an extremely dark thin line suddenly rose on the horizon, and Ezequiel keenly captured the strangeness.

The thin lines gradually became thicker, and finally, Ezequiel saw clearly that the so-called black lines were countless figures stacked together.

That was definitely not what the Camelot soldiers who had come to defect in pieces in recent days should look like. The assembled lineup was more like a knitted knight charging.

This is inconsistent with Menechelle's speculation - Morgan, who lost Guinevere, should not have the ability to mobilize so many soldiers!

There was no time to regret Menechel's speculation, Ezequiel immediately did what he should do most:
"Be careful!"

The magic amplified the voice, and Ezequiel's already loud volume instantly filled the entire city wall. Although the knights around him didn't notice it, they still followed his orders, even those who were not the remnants of Camelot under his command. He was also asked by King Arthur in advance to obey Ezequiel's arrangements.

Soon, they discovered that their decision was correct.

The first person to step into the field of vision was a withered knight. Although he was defeated and covered with a layer of frost, he could still tell that it was Camelot's standard armor.

Ezequiel struck out with his sword first, and the powerful sword energy broke the leading knight in half, but the following knights did not stop at all.

"Fire arrows!"

Countless arrows flew out from the city wall and sprayed heavily on the crowd in front.

Ezequiel's heart was troubled. In the row at the front, he saw the knight whose head had been pierced by a stray arrow, still swaying closer. His face was so gray that he didn't seem to be alive, and his stiff face followed him. The way the city wall climbed up the city clearly showed that they were no ordinary soldiers.

pat-

The stiff knight climbed up against the rain of arrows and landed in a strange posture.

Ezequiel heard the sound of several knights around him gasping for air, and seemed to be shocked by the horrific scene in front of him. The sound of pulling strings around him weakened significantly. The corners of Ezequiel's eyes twitched, and he stepped forward decisively. Swing out a sword.

Magic power bloomed on the blade, easily cutting through the frozen armor, splitting the armor and the flesh and blood underneath into two parts. The flesh and blood fell to the ground, squirming and soon lost its sound.

Before being chopped down, he was already a corpse.

This is the corpse of a knight wrapped in frost, and the corpse is moving.

While he was judging, he looked down at the second frozen corpse that was about to climb up the city wall, but more and more frozen corpses came up.

"Arrows are ineffective against them - take the sword!" He shouted, waking up the surrounding knights who were still in panic.The knights around him hesitated and did not step forward, but further away, some of the knights of Camelot had already drawn their swords and rushed forward.With the leader, more and more knights lowered their bows, and even the knights under his command were led forward.

Without the suppression of arrows, the number of frozen corpses climbing up the city wall increased sharply, but they were often beheaded by the knights who had been waiting here just as they emerged.Those who were lucky enough to climb the city wall were cut off by subsequent attacks.

The frozen zombies move slowly, and although they feel no pain, they can still only become targets. Compared with their combat effectiveness, they are even inferior to ordinary soldiers. With the advantage of the terrain, they can suppress the attack of the frozen zombies for a while.

Ezequiel searched around the chaotic city wall, trying to find the enemy's commander or Lancer's location, but he obviously found nothing.

The uneasiness in my heart intensified.

——The enemy's surprise attack shouldn't be so simple!
He gritted his teeth. He indeed lacked the effective damage to kill the group, but Menechelle was capable of annihilating this rabble in an instant.So... the enemy knew that Menethiel was not here - Menethiel should already be in the city of Camelot.

According to Menechiel's deduction, Morgan should let Lancer attack at this time and force Menechiel to return to defense.

Unable to suppress his uneasiness, he slashed open the frozen corpse beside him with one sword.

——There is no time to pay attention to these corpses, he has to go to Fujimaru Ritsuka to take a look!
……

The brilliance of the command spell indeed shrouded Lancer's body, but before the red light was gone, a sharp edge flashed out of it.

The bright silver tip of the spear pierced all the light and hit Fujimaru Ritsuka's face. At such a close distance, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't react at all.

Chong——!
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing resounded, and Artoria, who had been guarding Fujimaru Ritsuka, held the sword in both hands and held the spear.

Navy blue's magic power exploded on her body, and she blocked the spear before she was forced to retreat.

Lancer's body completely walked out of the red light, the magic power of the command spell disappeared, and finally it was only vaguely fixed on the pure gold cup in Lancer's other hand.

"The Holy Grail..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka saw clearly the cup-shaped object held by Lancer with one hand.

——[Don’t be in a daze!Morgan is dead!Summon your servants! 】

Menechelle's scolding came from the causal line, which calmed Fujimaru Ritsuka. She just raised her hand, as if she had seen everything about her. At this time, Lancer tightened his left hand, and the Holy Grail lit up under pressure. The turbid golden light covered the entire room almost instantly, and the monotonous black and gray walls were replaced by flowing gold.

Fujimaru Ritsuka could clearly feel that her magic power was flowing out uncontrollably at a speed dozens of times faster than usual.

"In this way, I can't even think of summoning new servants before my battle with you is over."

Lancer opened and closed his lips, spitting out chilling words.

This time, there was no Menechel coming to the rescue.

She held a gun in one hand and was about to stab Arturia.

choke-

Like a sword cutting through glass, a harsh noise sounded, and the surrounding gold suddenly collapsed. Under Lancer's stunned gaze, the golden barrier shattered, revealing the monotonous black and gray room again.

There was a crash, the door was smashed open, and Ezequiel rushed into the room.

There was a detail mistake in the previous chapter. Gudazi should have replenished the command spell after three days.