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

When the memory gap stops, the memory that does not belong to you is an inevitable event that will happen one day in the future.

His body was pierced, his consciousness was stripped away from his body, and at the end of the boundless darkness, there was a man standing there silently. He was so special. Just standing there, he became a sea, and there was nothing. The darkness at the edge gathered on him.

His hair is black and his eyes are sharp.His eyes just lingering in one place for a short time will give people heavy oppression.

"What's your name."

At that time, he resisted the urge to kneel down and said his name in a trembling voice: "Ezequiel...Ezequiel Chirigliano."

He used his last bit of pride to support himself in speaking. He had been called [the leader's nephew] for the first half of his life, and he didn't want to bear the name of others after his death.

"I remember you."

However, unexpectedly, the man in front of him, the knight who melted in front of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, did not swing his sword. Although he said this, his extremely contemptuous eyes were not concealed, but he did not know what he said. Those words made the gears of Ezequiel's fate begin to turn.

Ezequiel survived. In order to boost morale, his country packaged him as a fearless knight, but he couldn't be happy no matter what. Every time late at night, he would think of that sunset.

Night after night, he remembered that day, when he went from being the humblest knight knight to becoming the future star of the kingdom, so he sharpened his sword skills over and over again. Later, he seemed to have become something great. Everyone Respectfully calling him [Lord Ezequiel] - Sir, what a touching and beautiful title, but it was far less exciting than the Blood Knight's words [I remember you] that day. Surging.

He always remembered the Blood Knight, and when they met again, he was no longer young.His hair was gray and his eyes had lost the sharpness in his memory. This time it was him who forced the invincible knight in his memory into a desperate situation.But what he felt was anger. It had only been a few years, and he hadn't shown his power to him yet, but the powerful knight in his memory was getting older.

He was angry, he was sad, and he felt pain for some unknown reason.He failed to defeat the old knight.

The last time we met was on that snowfield.The old knight became young again, and Ezequiel charged against the black knight against the flow of fleeing people - and was then beheaded.

And until the moment before death, he saw his headless body leaning forward, he saw the first knight's restrained knight's sword, and he saw that his gaze never stopped.

It was over. Just like then, this was the third [fatal injury] and he had no strength.

The eyelids gradually became heavy, and the sound of strong wind blowing through the rock formations could be heard.

In a daze, he seemed to see the white-haired knight under the permanently frozen snowfield.
The roar of the wind and snow amplified again, this time mixed with other sounds.

"Is that all you have?"

Is that all?…

--how is this possible?

……

Lancer swung his spear in an attempt to throw off the corpse hanging from the tip of the spear.

It was indeed a corpse. From the surface of the spiritual base, golden particles peeled off one by one, and the part belonging to the mysticism faded away as the spiritual base was broken.

But that hand firmly grasped the tip of the gun and could not move it.

Lancer frowned in displeasure, and the pure gold magic spread along the gun body, instantly covering Ezequiel hanging on the gun.

The already dilated pupils lit up at this moment.

Ezequiel's feet suddenly moved.

The tip of the spear pierced the heart. This was supposed to be the third fatal wound, a curse that Ezequiel could not survive no matter what.

However, he still moved.

When the third fatal injury was achieved, although the Servant Ezequiel retired, the owner of the body - Ezequiel of this era was not completely dead. He used his remaining will to mobilize the heroic spirits that had not completely faded away. the power of.

It hurts, of course it hurts like hell.He wanted to give up, but he vowed to say such shameless words to Menechelle:

——I will definitely protect Fujimaru Ritsuka.

So, how could it be just that!

Ezequiel exerted force on his right foot and tightened his muscles, forcing his body to stand up again.

The dying body burst out with a power that even Ezequiel himself found unexpected. He grabbed the spear that pierced his chest with one hand, and then he exerted force suddenly.

--laugh!

The tip of the spear went deeper into Ezequiel's chest!
Originally, he was only at the upper part of the spear, but now, he forced the handle of the spear through his chest.

This time, Ezequiel stood in front of Lancer.

Ezequiel, whose body was burning as if covered with a layer of fire, looked at Lancer, but there was no annoyance or fear on King Arthur's face.

Even if he tried his best, all he could do was catch the shock in Lancer's eyes. "Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He howled hoarsely - maybe not. He stretched out his hand and pulled the golden flames that enveloped his body. The dark knight's sword was covered with gold and draped towards Lancer's cheek.

Looking at that hand, Lancer remained unwavering. The invisible air pressure spread from her center to the surroundings.

The magic is released!

The hand that Ezequiel stretched out and the knight's sword were shattered by the sweeping magic power.

The magic vortex has not yet calmed down, but the sound of the air being stirred can be heard in the ears.

From the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of Arturia rushing towards her at extremely high speed.

Seizing this moment of opportunity, Artoria grabbed the hilt of the Sword of Victory with both hands.

Lancer subconsciously raised his left hand to stop the hilt of the holy sword.

"In the name of the Command Spell—"

That was the voice of Fujimaru Ritsuka. Lancer glanced at the girl. Fujimaru Ritsuka was thrown away. She had just gotten up and had no time to cry out in pain, so she used the last command spell.

Summon a Servant?It doesn't matter.

"—Stop the action!"

The deep red texture started from Lancer's outstretched left hand and converged towards her palm. The previously disappeared Holy Grail reappeared in Lancer's palm.

Lancer wanted to swing the gun, but Ezequiel's remaining hand grabbed the gun body and stabbed it into his abdomen. He lowered his center of gravity and arched his body, almost kneeling on the ground.

bang——

It was a crisp and ethereal impact.

The Sword of Oath of Victory connected with the Holy Grail, and cracks appeared from the impact point.

Finally, the shock on Lancer's face turned to gloomy. He drew his spear and cut Ezequiel horizontally, who finally let go of his hand. Lancer withdrew his spear and stabbed Arturia. But the one who arrived faster than the spear was... Circles of white smoke exploded from where she was standing.

Smoke and dust suddenly flew toward Lancer in front of him at regular intervals.The bright red sword rolled up thick smoke and divided the battlefield.

In the thick smoke, Ezequiel saw the knight standing in front of him.

His back was straight and he didn't need to imitate anyone.

Just like in my memory, always young and always strong.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward.

But before he fell to the ground, a hand came up to support his body.

"well done."

Ezequiel opened his eyes suddenly and saw that unruffled face.

He raised the corner of his mouth.

——Ah, I see.

He finally understood what he was thinking at that time.

'Is my wish just [this]? '

It's not for fame or status.He just wanted to prove to the powerful knight who was the first to ask the name of a nobody like him that he was a qualified knight worthy of his praise.

Ezequiel has fulfilled his mission.

From this, it is enough.

"Next, leave it to me."

Putting Ezequiel's body down, the broken body no longer had the aura of the heroic spirit.

There was no time to mourn Ezequiel's death, but already standing on the battlefield was Menechiel, the strongest knight in Britain for hundreds of years.

Ezequiel, a fan of Menai, can be called the succubus of Great Britain
Ezequiel's skill: [Destruction of the Strongest Glory] When the enemy's strength or durability is higher than his own, his own agility will be reduced by three attributes (i.e. agility E). At the same time, his strength must be one level higher than the opponent's, so the Lancer cannot defeat him in one go. He cuts