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

Chapter 43

"How long will this battle last?"

Inside the camp, a heavily armed knight took off his helmet and complained softly to his companions.But his complaint aroused the dissatisfaction of the knight commander who was cruising on the horse. The knight commander on the horse glared at the knight who was speaking and angrily said in a low voice: "Put on the helmet!"

The knight who was named trembled, and hastily put his head armor back on his head, and immediately the unbearably stuffy air surrounded his head.

"Listen to me, we don't need to attack the city or die. The only task is to guard the water source. Now there is only one knight order in the camp. No matter whether there are enemies or not, give me all the energy. If anyone Those who dare to speak out will be re-programmed as trainee knights."

The scorching sun unscrupulously scorched the iron armor, and the suffocating hot and humid air made it impossible for people to hear a single word.

But under the glaring gaze of the knight commander, the knights stood upright without any movement.It wasn't until the sound of horseshoes gradually faded away that an obvious sound of exhalation was heard.

Who can stand wearing black iron armor and crowding with hundreds of people on the plain without any shelter?
The knight who had just been criticized by name snorted coldly in his heart, and secretly scolded the knight commander for treating them differently. He could not wear a helmet if he thought it was too hot, but he asked them to dress neatly.

Watching the horses running in another direction, he suddenly twitched his eyes, because the tan war horse that the knight commander was proud of suddenly jumped wildly, and the careless knight commander was thrown away by the wildly swaying body of the horse. go out.

Finally he couldn't help but burst out laughing, as if the prelude had been kicked off, a 300-member knight group broke out into laughter one after another.

The knight commander who was led to the ground got up in embarrassment. He had no face to look directly at the knights under his command and turned his head to glare at the horses still lying on the ground. Blurred figures.

Years of combat experience allowed him to react immediately, and he didn't waste time turning his head again. The knight commander drew out the saber at his waist and retreated to the rear while shouting: "Enemy attack."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunder rang in his ears, and after a short tinnitus, when he opened his eyes again, he saw only a blur of red.

Human heads flew up, and headless corpses fell slowly.The spattered blood splashed on the red and white armor, and was immediately vaporized by the tiny electric snakes, turning into a blood mist that lingered in the summer air.

While the rest of the knights were still immersed in the quick killing process just now, Menechel swung his big sword to pick up the fallen corpse, and with the slashing movement, the corpse was thrown away like a slingshot.

The magic turned into a thunder snake and exploded from the bottom of Menechel's feet. The reverse thrust from the explosion pushed Minechel to rush forward at an extremely fast speed. With both hands in front of him, Minechel smashed through the headless corpse in front of him. Into the formation of the knights.

A few screams signaled the beginning of the killing. At this time, the three hundred knights were trying to form a battle formation as if they had just woken up from a dream, but Menechels, who had already "broke into the interior", brandished the big sword wantonly, and the iron His armor is like dirt and can't stop the sword's edge in the slightest.

Magic power rushed to the blade, and the blood-colored sword was like a god's spear, and wherever it touched, whether it was a shield, spear, sword or armor, it was all split into two.

Blood and howling became the only main theme here. At first, some people resisted, but after neither the gun nor the sword could penetrate the armor, the resistance became weaker.

"Run."

This indistinct sound was almost drowned in the sea of ​​screams, but the number of knights rushing to die around them was gradually decreasing, ignoring the fleeing knights, Menechel just swung his sword mechanically, and every time the blade swept, it would stabilize to reap the lives of several people.

As the last corpse in the field of vision fell to the ground, the bloody electric arc slowly subsided from the surface of Menechel's body, and the familiar soreness gradually rose up as the excitement subsided.

Menechel glanced at the piles of corpses around him, dispelling the idea of ​​counting the number of people killed. He glanced at the pool of water behind him that had been affected by the battle and had already been filled with blood and corpses, and felt satisfied. Mouth.

"Also, it saves you the trouble of carrying it yourself."

The Thunder Snake was wrapped around the great sword again, and Menechel slashed at the camp where the sword was stationed, and the flames burst into flames.It's a pity that judging from the number of camps, the rebels didn't camp together, but this is not important at this moment-without a reliable water source, even if the rest of the supplies are sufficient, the rebels can't continue to fight.

……

When Menechel detoured back to Galo City, Hector was commanding his subordinates to clean up the battlefield.And when Hector saw the intact Menechel, his eyes almost popped out, and he stuttered a bit when he looked at Menechel.

He had already thought of Menechel's eulogy.

"Miss Menechel, why are you back? Didn't you go to execute it?"

Hector can only think of one explanation for this. After all, no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible for a person to single out a knight order and retreat unscathed, right?
"Don't worry, Sir Hector, they have no more drinking water." Menechel took off the dragon scale armor one by one, revealing the scorched and severely sunken body tissues, which were squeezed out from the body The magic power sounds quite convenient, but even with Menechel's physical fitness, it wouldn't last long. If it wasn't for preventing the enemy from turning back and besieging him, Menechel wouldn't use the narrow body at all. Methods.

"Here?" Hector frowned, and immediately realized what happened: "In the future, this kind of magic should be used less... Try to avoid falling into a desperate situation where you have to use it."

He regarded this as the magic taught by Merlin. In Hector's view, any magical thing has a high probability to be related to Merlin.

"I will honor the king for you."

Hector patted Menechel on the shoulder, and looked at Menechel with a hint of relief in his eyes.In the ten years after King Uther's death, there were obvious faults in Britain, but now an old guy like him finally has a successor.

But it didn't take long for Actor to be happy. That night, before he had time to eat, the sky after the sun set was covered with a cloud of cloud, and there was a cold and damp atmosphere.Not long after that, light rain fell from the sky and landed on the dry plains and lowlands, bringing away the scorching sun and everyone's hope of winning.

It was raining, and the "poisoning" operation became meaningless, and the rebels obtained a short-term water source, but on the other hand, there were only a thousand soldiers left in the city of Belu, and the city of Belu would probably be killed in two days. broken city.

"I can't help it." Hector smiled wryly, the eyes of this tough middle-aged man lost their highlights, and the white hair on his drooping head was particularly glaring: "Probably, Camelot's life has come to an end."

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