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

--will die!
Facing the dragon sword directly in front of him, Lancer suddenly had this thought in his heart.

That majestic momentum is a Noble Phantasm!

Lancer recalled the sword that cut off the Noble Phantasm when he first met Menechelle.

There is no doubt that it is a powerful attack that requires a lot of magic power to be unleashed.

Almost subconsciously, she summoned the war horse.

This hinders your ability to move in a small terrain.

But at this time, the ability to move is of no use.

Whether she was moving forward or backward or lying down directly, Lancer had a vague feeling that no matter how she tried to dodge, she would not be able to escape when faced with this sword.

As soon as the war horse was revealed, it was stiffened by the violent aura exuded by Menechelle who was so close. Lancer spread out a hand to grab the reins, and the light golden fluorescence protected the body of the white horse. Allowing it to temporarily regain its ability to move.

Lancer squeezed the horse's belly with both feet, and the white horse snorted. It kicked down with all four hooves with all its strength, its upper body was raised high, and the whole horse showed a leaping posture.

The war horse rushed out of the house in a charging posture, but after only a few steps away, the dragon sword followed closely behind, stabbing the war horse with a power that almost flattened the air.

Before the sword came, the white horse was already frothing at the mouth, and the posture that was about to take off fell to one side, but Lancer on the horse had already planned it. She decisively let go of the reins, and her body jumped off the horse with the bumps. Get up and jump higher into the sky.

If this trend continues, Lancer can definitely rely on inertia to avoid the most critical fatal injuries.

Lancer's holy green eyes were always staring at the dragon sword. The sword body, which was about to sink into the soft horse's belly, was twisted in the electric light and flint.

The straight dragon sword showed an exaggerated bend of ninety degrees, almost turning into a vertical sickle - no, it was not that the dragon sword itself had changed, that was the effect of the space being bent.

In just a blink of an eye, the dragon sword returned to normal, but the sword that was originally slashing horizontally was now tilting upwards and heading straight towards Lancer's slash above.

The red blood mist dragged by the great sword did not subside at all. On the contrary, the war horse was scorched black by the raging thunder snake at some point.

Lancer stepped on the remains of the war horse, and his body rose again in the golden and black dust.

But that was just to buy a moment of time, the red sword was like a poisonous snake wrapping around its prey and refusing to let go.

——The sure-hit ability may be the same type of causal Noble Phantasm as the Green Knight.

Since you can't run, then defend!

The approaching sword carried the threat of death. Menechelle seemed to be hanging on the sword, climbing up at a speed that was not suitable for his body, and rushed towards Lancer.

The distance between the two parties was getting closer quickly, and finally, Lancer could clearly see the situation of the person in front of him.

Not only the armor, but also the sword, the skin, the blood, and even the manic thunder around were all painted with a black-red luster.

The skin of the body was broken open by the violent magic, and what was exposed under the wound was not pink flesh, but black cuticle.

At this moment, Menechel moved upward, where Lancer was, and swung his sword vigorously again.

But this time Lancer wasn't giving in, and had nowhere to give in.

Using the time bought by the death of the war horse, Lancer's magic power has reached a threshold.

The bright spear tip hit the sword body in a downward stabbing posture.

The advantage in position and the length of the weapon allowed her to suffer as little damage as possible in the ensuing magic collision.

——But soon, Lancer's eyes solidified.

The turbid red magic power burned on the sword, and the chaotic color made the blade seem to twist. Different from the previous bends, this time the sword seemed to become illusory at this moment.

From the illusory sword body, a half-moon-shaped bloody light blade spurted out along with the slash.

The bloody stream of light hit Lancer's body, and the exploding blood blade eroded and eroded the magic power of Lancer's body protection.

The next moment, the spear rose with brilliance like the setting sun, and the gun blade tore through the atmosphere. Menechel was already prepared. He released the hilt of the sword with his left hand. The red magic cast a deep shadow on his arm, and he waved his hand. Hit the barrel of the gun.

The spear that originally pierced the heart changed slightly due to this tremor, and penetrated directly into the left shoulder of Menechelle, who was extremely close to him. Golden light penetrated the body and spurted out from Menechelle's back.

As for Lancer, his magic power was also broken by the blood blade.Seizing the gap that has not yet been filled with magic power, he thrust out his left hand.

Her left hand jammed Lancer's right hand holding the gun, preventing her from moving immediately.

Menechiel, who was aroused by the pain, remained silent. He faced Lancer's gun with a cruel smile, and the bursting magic power spread out from the core of Menechiel to the surroundings.

The force in the palm suddenly increased, Lancer's wrist guard deformed rapidly, and was about to be crushed to pieces, and his right hand also moved at this time.

Holding the sword in one hand and lowering it, Lancer's eyes focused, and she pushed the gun shaft with her right hand, making the spear go deeper inside. The spear rotated, causing the sword edge that was originally going to fall on her neck to shift slightly and land on Lancer's left shoulder.The shoulder armor was useless, the sharp blade sank into the muscles, and blood flowed out, and was quickly steamed into blood by the violent thunder snake.

The two sides' eyes met, and what Lancer saw in Menechelle's eyes was the madness of a bloodthirsty lone wolf.

After rising to the extreme, the body began to fall uncontrollably.And at this moment, coincidentally, both sides burst out their magic power at this moment, and the red and gold magic power was urged to the extreme at this moment.

boom--!
The dull roaring dust rolled up and fell into the city. The floating dust combined with the blood mist to form a vast miasma. It was hard to imagine that anyone could survive in this place, which was like being attacked by a meteorite.

Suddenly, two fierce scarlet lights suddenly emerged from the center where the smell of blood was strongest.The blood mist was stirred and gathered towards the center. A figure was revealed in the mist that was so thick that it seemed to ooze blood. Manic magic surged through his body. The figure moved and he slowly stood up. , revealing Menechelle's face. He was breathing heavily, but what came out of his mouth was a strange mist of blood.

The charred muscles and dried blood clots on the body slowly calmed down.

clack clack-

Menechelle looked sideways at the dragon sword, and saw the fishnet-like cracks on the sword.

"Sure enough, even you need to bear the price."

It was a cold female voice. Although her tone was gentle, there was obviously a bit of a proud rising tail tone in her voice.

Following the sound, another soft fluorescent light lit up on the other side of the haze, and the blue-gold light pattern on Lancer's body that was already ready to strike lit up from her wound, destroying all the wounds that Menechelle had previously struck. The injuries caused are hidden.

"Scabbard, Avalon."

The corners of Menechelle's mouth turned down, but there was nothing unexpected on his pale face.

"The injury was much less severe than expected."

She seemed to be at ease, and she had already prepared an emergency plan, which was Avalon.

Lancer waved his palms to disperse some of the tiny particles in front of him.Her eyes fell on Menechelle's dragon sword, which seemed to be fragile and might break at any moment.

"If I guess correctly, the upper limit of use is three times."

Menechelle's face froze, but before he could calm down his expression, he suddenly felt a pair of blazing eyes.

Lancer didn't know when his eyes moved to his face, taking in all his expressions.

Seeing Menechelle, Lancer's iceberg-like face softened: "It seems I guessed it right."

A follower's ability is often closely related to his or her deeds during his lifetime. As long as the true name is known, the approximate ability of the follower can be deduced in reverse.

Although, there are some heroes whose deeds in life are inconsistent with the rumors. Even two heroic spirits who were born in the same era cannot know each other's deeds thoroughly.

Just like Lancer, even if she was King Arthur during her lifetime, it was impossible for her to know the smallest anecdotes about every knight under her.

But Menechelle was different. In the last few years of her life, she would dream of him every time she fell asleep, as if she had witnessed his life as a bystander.

He didn't hide anything from her, and his whole life was by her side.

The first sword is to abandon the healthy outer city battle.

The second sword is the battle of Stark that gives up the reputation.

The third sword is also the end point of a glorious life, one person captures Bilu City.

At this moment, two of the three swords have been eliminated.

"You want to move the battlefield, right. In order to prevent the aftermath of the battle between you and me from affecting other people."

As he spoke, Lancer closed his eyes forcefully, and Menechelle suddenly discovered that the spear was no longer in Lancer's hand.

An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of my heart.

The thick clouds in the sky were suddenly pushed away to both sides.Layers of dark gold are rendered in the deep black clouds.

"Sorry, just like you said."

"In order to win, I must do whatever it takes now."

Lancer raised her face, her eyes looking past Menechelle to see another person.

She laughed suddenly.

"From the moment I set foot on this path, I lost the qualification to be called the King of Knights."

——The liberation of the Noble Phantasm, the Holy Spear (Rhongomyniad) shining in the end.

The huge spear tip emerged from the clouds.The golden magic power constructed the body of the holy spear. The huge body of the spear that almost spanned the entire sky separated the sky and the region the moment it emerged from the dark clouds.

Compared to the last time, the body of the spear was much more solid this time.

A ray of magic energy emanating from the gun illuminated the figures of Lancer and Menechel, as well as Menechel's cracked sword.

How would you choose?

No, there is no need to choose at all.

If it were [Menechel], that would be the only choice she would make.

I looked at my schedule and I guess I won’t have time to write tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I wrote it today. Maybe I was in a hurry and didn’t have time to refine it.