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

Chapter 496: The remaining body, until it burns out
Regardless of the strength of the spiritual base or the level of magic power, even with the addition of the locally summoned Lancelot, Fujimaru Ritsuka still occupies an absolute disadvantage, which cannot be eliminated by the Master's command or the use of command spells. There is an absolute gap. Precisely because she has experienced countless journeys to singularities and lostbelts, Fujimaru Ritsuka is more and more able to face this gap.

The strength of Grand Saber is like the deep and vast sea, and they are like drowned people who fell into the deep sea. Originally they were not even qualified to pry into the depth of the sea, but Lancelot and Gawain who suddenly responded to the call made Fujimaru stand. At this moment, the fragrance touched the sand at the bottom of the sea.

She could tell that Menechel was not proficient in using this new spiritual base. The dual spiritual foundations of the Elf Knight Menechel (Jörmungandr) and the Pan-Human History Menechel Saber are mixed together. Even with the forced matching of Grand Saber, they still cannot control each other like an arm, which feels awkward. , is like giving a sniper rifle to someone who has never used it before. Although every attack is powerful, it cannot exert its true power.

And the fact is exactly what Fujimaru Ritsuka felt.

Until now, Menechel was still digesting the ability information of this spiritual base. The too complicated ability information made it difficult for him to adapt to it immediately, but it was not a big deal.

"Reinforcements? It doesn't matter."

hum-

The third sword is fully charged.

The blood-colored magic power surrounding the Holy Sword became solidified, as if a wider and heavier sword was placed on the outside of the Holy Sword of Stars.

If the brilliance of the magic power was like the rising sun when the first sword was struck, then at this moment, it was the scorching sun full of oppression and aggression at noon.

And almost at this moment, Lancelot also moved forward.

"All restraints are broken——"

If it were to face the enemy head-on, he would never choose to attack at this time. But all he has to do is just like Gawain, bear the sword and die peacefully.

The blue light on the knight's sword became brighter and brighter, and the flowing blue halo made the entire blade seem to be spinning.

This is not a brilliant plan or even a simple and crude plan, but it is precisely because it is simple enough to be seen through at a glance that it will not be destroyed by accidents of this kind.

Menechelle also saw Lancelot's plan, but he had no intention of giving in - he could not give in. Lancelot cleverly blocked all his retreats, forcing him to swing his sword.

Unless Menechel voluntarily gives up such extreme output, but he disdains such a victory.

——Since it is a battle that determines the survival of civilization, then use an absolutely crushing victory to achieve an overwhelming victory.

The blue light curtain moves up close to your body. The next moment he got closer, he was pressed down by the blood-red sword edge raised by Mu Ran.

Clang——!
The sword body trembled, and the magic power blasted against it was the scream of the dragon falling.

The skin and flesh were quickly scorched by the approaching heat, and were shattered and peeled off her body bit by bit by the strong wind. You could see that the white bones underneath became charred and crispy again.

Lancelot didn't pay attention, he still kept swinging his sword. The sword blade cut through the light layer of thunder and fire, and slashed towards the blade behind it.

It was a fantasy sword given by the fairy in the lake. In terms of toughness, it was as good as the Sword of Victory. The sword was engraved with the words of the elves. At this time, under the full inspiration of Lancelot, Like a lake shining under the moon.

It is precisely because this is a blade that can never be destroyed that Gawain lets him take on the third sword with greater pressure.

If you observe the pattern of his spiritual power, you can easily conclude that his spiritual power has disappeared.

However, the swing of the sword did not stop.

"——Too heavy lake light!"

The name of the sword cannot be destroyed by the light of the lake, nor can his will be destroyed.

Like the most gorgeous blue water ribbon, weaving through the fragmented red.

Lancelot could clearly feel that the sword in his hand seemed to hit a mountain, and the invincible sword's forward movement suddenly stopped.

His sword touched Menechelle's sword hiding in the magic layer.

Just realizing this gave him satisfaction.

bass--!
The escaping magic power was cut open by the smooth sword blade. Before Lancelot could react, his chest was instantly sunken, his back bulged, and then the armor exploded. The shattered spine and flesh and blood internal organs were shattered by the subsequent wave of magic power. It was evaporated on the spot, and in the fine blood mist that spread in the air, the big sword completed the action of [cutting out]. The Wuhui Huguang, which lost its control, was thrown up high, and finally fell to the ground.

Swish!
The purple-black shield broke through the smoke.

"Haaah!"

Mashu roared and rushed out, the battle dress on her body was overloaded and even caused sparks to rub out.

Menechel, who had finished cutting three swords, was in his weakest period, and both his magic power and durability were at an all-time low.

And Matthew's premeditated collision was not to kill the enemy. She wanted to knock Menechelle off the tower - at this moment, under the tower, there was a sticky black sea of ​​curse.

Clang——

Although he was standing at the very edge of the tower, but as if he was rooted to the ground, Menechelle did not take a step back.

The raised sword blocked the collision by relying only on the side of the sword.

"I don't know where you got the wrong conclusion that I can only swing three swords."

Menechelle raised his sword with one hand and lowered his head to look down at Mashu.

"I need to tell you that if I wanted to, the sword just now could directly bypass the Saber and act directly on you. In order to prevent Yu Bo from destroying you, I did not use all my strength."

A slash that cannot be defended is only the defense of the Master, even if it is a Servant.

"But I didn't do that because I didn't want you to die with the hope of [almost winning]. It would be unfair to you."

Menechelle finally turned around, his second hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"You have a right to know."

The blade of the sword began to glow in his hand, no longer emitting heat and magic wantonly, but a blazing red light that seemed to announce his danger to everyone around him.

That kind of restrained and convergent light, like the setting sun, is beautiful and deadly.

"Could it be that……"

"The strength gap between you and me is the same as the gap between me and Sefalu. It cannot be changed by changes in one or two parameters."

"——The fourth sword! Mashu, run!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka screamed, her voice completely breaking when she said this out of fear.

The sand that had just been touched suddenly fell apart. It was just the whirlpool of the sea water that accidentally brought together the trivial sand. At this moment, it spread out under the touch of the ignorant drowning person, revealing an endless abyss of deeper darkness.

I tried my best but didn't even have the strength to reach the end.

But to escape, where should we go?

It was impossible to tell which one happened earlier, "the falling of the sword" or "the explosion".

The dazzling white light spread toward the surroundings with the junction of the sword and shield as the boundary, the atmosphere screamed, and the space was constantly vibrating. It was an overwhelming magical collision that almost made one vomit.

Magic, sound, light. The pure white afterglow engulfed everything around him, and everything turned into blank at this moment.

The explosive magic fills the ground, the air, and even every corner, striving to destroy it. Dissolving the world with terrifying power, boiling it, and ravaging it.

For a long time, for a long time, it never dissipated.

(End of this chapter)