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

The snow blown up by the storm formed a white barrier, and only a shadow could be seen looming in it.

The sound of the air being torn apart by the wind obscured the movement of the white dragon in the wind and snow. Among the cold colors, only the blazing thunder light shining on Menechelle dispelled the approaching chill.

His pupils were almost as narrow as pinholes, and he stared unblinkingly at the white dragon shadow dancing in the snow.

The chaotic magic mixed in the blizzard that surrounded him made it impossible for him to judge the white dragon's movements immediately, and... the white dragon gave Menechelle a strange feeling - his sense of smell seemed to have failed on that dragon. Generally, it feels like it is not a living body.

A sharp claw slapped away the white mist and swept towards Menechel. When Menechel saw it, the claw was only half a foot away from him.

The dragon claw, which was the size of two people, fell down on his head, and his face was hurt by the strong wind just by getting close.

With his feet exerting force, the explosive magic force pushed his body out of place, and the smooth and cold touch of the white dragon's scales rubbed his body downwards.

boom!
The dragon's claw hit the ground, leaving a deep pit. With that depression as the core, it stimulated frantic airflow to the surrounding area and blew away some of the white snow. It was at this time that Menechel reached the highest point, which was exactly Therefore, he faced a ferocious dragon head.

Two pairs of vertical pupils, one red and one gold, met. Menechelle punched the white dragon on the head. The red thunder wrapped the blood-colored gauntlet and flickered on the white scales. The white dragon roared and then realized it. It flapped its wings like crazy and blew Menechiel flying out.

His feet carved two deep marks on the ice. When he stabilized his body, when Menechelle looked at him, the white dragon had disappeared from his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, anger showing on his face.

——Do not break the defense!

The position of the force was too poor, allowing Menechel's attack to penetrate the opponent's thick ice armor and dragon scales.As for the fight like that just now, he and Morgan had repeated it countless times in the empty Europa Mountains.

Menechel never thought that one day he would face an enemy who could not break through the defense - if it were not for the damage of the Noble Phantasm in the duel with Lancer, the white dragon in front of him would have been defeated in his first attack.

The dragon's roar came from the wind and snow accompanied by Morgan's sneer.It seemed that he was proud of trapping Menechiel in despair.

Suddenly, a ray of white light broke through the layers of wind and snow.

The dragon's breath spewed out from the center of the blizzard and landed in front of Menechelle's eyes, and a thin layer of ice immediately formed wherever the pure white mist-like air flow passed.

Menechel folded his hands in front of him, with red thunder covering his arms. He kicked off his back foot and jumped up again this time. He rushed forward against the dragon's breath.

A crack was torn open in the wind and snow barrier. Taking advantage of this moment, Menechel raised his head slightly and saw a huge body in the air strike.

----really!
"caught you!"

Menechiel's eyes flashed with golden light, and his right hand slashed sideways like a blade.

From the very beginning, Menechel could clearly feel a sense of disharmony - the white dragon's actions were quite clumsy.

Menechelle once saw a so-called "dragon" with two wings on its back. His battle with that guy was almost an aerial battle, not the current hide-and-seek battle.

The dragon's breath was cut open along the side of his palm. Without any hesitation, Menechelle pushed hard on the ground again and rushed towards the white dragon.

"you……"

Morgan let out a cry of surprise, as if she was surprised as to why Menechelle could find her. She flapped her wings and tried to fly up, but Menechelle caught her by the back foot first.

There was a sharp look in the golden eyes, and the white dragon swung its claws awkwardly, but Menechelle seemed to be glued to it.

The white dragon raised its other claw to slap Menechelle, but Menechelle easily dodged it.

He jumped onto the outstretched front paw.

"Are you not used to using this body? After all, it is still very different from humans."

No matter how Morgan changes her body, her soul is always human and cannot adapt to the dragon's fighting methods.

The magic power formed into sharp claws between the palms of his hands, and with Menechel's strength, it was firmly embedded in the scales.

But what flew out from the broken scales was not the dragon's blood as expected, but——

Large swaths of pale frozen snow spurted out from the wound, instantly freezing Menechelle's hand.Almost at the same time, Bailong's body, which had been slowly rising into the air, suddenly lifted vertically and flew higher into the sky.

"Didn't I say it?"

A shrill and mean female voice came from in front of him, and Vortigern, a middle-aged man with short gray hair, stood vertically on the dragon's spine in a way that defied physics.

Yes, standing on the dragon's spine - the body is locked in the ice coffin, and around the ice coffin, there is a familiar magic power dancing - that is the magic power belonging to Teacher Merlin.

At this time, several holes were opened in the ice coffin, revealing a head and a left hand. The rest of the parts were not buried in the ice. It was precisely because of this that he was able to stabilize his body in this way. .

And that was exactly what Menechiel saw Vortigern look like first.

Ah, so that’s what happened.

Menechelle realized clearly, no wonder he was confused about the existence of the white dragon.

The white dragon is just an imaginary body, and the hemiplegia sealed by Teacher Merlin in the ice coffin is the true body.

"I know everything about you - but you don't know that in order to destroy Camelot with my own hands, I can use myself as bait!"

Vortigern or Morgan, with a crazy smile on his face, repeated again: "I can use myself as bait!"

"I'm not used to using this crippled body, but so what, I know how you will catch my weakness, so I just need to set up my defenses in advance."

She stretched out her hand and locked Menechelle's left shoulder as quickly as lightning. The spreading frost interrupted his attempt to survive by breaking his arm.

The beating Razer was extinguished in the frost, leaving a wisp of smoke that seemed to indicate the outcome of the battle.

A low "haha" laughter came from the bottom of Morgan's throat: "You lost again, I won! I will destroy Britain with my own hands!"

The frost engulfed Menechelle's upper body in an instant.The ice coffin slid towards Menechelle's side, and the hand that could only move pierced Menechelle's left chest.

"So, you want the scabbard (Avalon) for..."

"Well, of course it's to get out of here -"

However, the smug smile on Morgan's face suddenly froze.

"How is it possible! Why not!"

He immediately wanted to take his hand back, but Menechelle suddenly exerted force at this moment and clamped his palm hard, and he suddenly leaned forward——

Click.

The sound of ice breaking sounded.

Part of his arm was torn off by him forcefully.

Menechelle opened his mouth, and the lightning danced in his mouth. The magic stimulated his eyes red, but the pain aroused his ferocity even more.

——This time, of course I know!

Click!

There was another cracking sound.

The ice completely shattered, the restrictions were completely lifted, and Menechiel bit Vortigern's neck.

Red thunder bursts out!

　I haven't been in the mood lately, so I have to write this difficult plot as soon as possible.

　　(End of this chapter)