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

Chapter 499: The Broken Oath (rewards will be added)
Centered on the sword tip, a flash of red suddenly expanded, twisting and assimilating the surrounding scenery.

Click click click——

The sound of something breaking sounded again, and a fine line appeared in Menechelle's chest. Razer rushed into it as if it had found a breakthrough.

Feeling the surge of qi and blood, Menechelle opened her mouth and coughed out gaseous blood mist.

Not only the armor, but also the sword, the skin, the blood, and even the surrounding manic thunder were all colored with a red luster.

The shattering sound became more and more harsh, and large swaths of blood mist exploded from his chest. The turbulent flow of magic power headed towards his spiritual base. The feeling of suffocation and dizziness filled his entire mind, but his brain But calmer than ever.

——will win.

Incomparably certain thoughts rang in his mind. He did not feel a trace of panic at this critical moment when he was infinitely close to death. The dazzling light evaporated the falling rain curtain into black mist, and Menechelle caught a trace of it from the faint particles. silhouette.

That blur is getting closer and closer, little by little.

At a certain moment, until the golden light broke through the red and black light barrier, until the blurred black shadow reached the attack range of the great sword, Menechelle's bloodshot eyes shone like rubies.

He shouted loudly, stepped forward with his right foot, and black dragon scales exploded on his body. The already peak intimidation doubled in half a step!
thump—

Before the gun and the sword intersected, the two blazing light pillars entangled with magic power had already collided together. The energy blown out blew the towering sky around them, and the black halo generated by the overwhelming magic power explosion seemed to be about to blow away. The sky was torn to pieces together.

hum-

Swah——

The blade of the sword struck across the sky, wiping out an indestructible afterimage. The concentrated sword stirred up thunder like the red sun, and as if at this coincidental moment, Artoria's spear also reached the same position.

Under the repeated erosion of the light of the holy spear and the thunder of the holy sword, time seemed to be squeezed into countless intervals at this moment. Time was stretched at this moment and the flow rate became slow.

And in the slowed down time flow, Menechel's eyes reflected the sword edge and spear point.

The sword is half a minute faster than the tip of the spear.

'Next -'

'The blade will block the spear, and the blocked magic power will explode at the moment of collision. But those trivial explosions and flames will be cut off by the big sword, and the blade that has lost its blockage will shoot straight up from the middle, cutting Arturia in two with one sword, having lost all her backhand! '

All possible subsequent developments went through Menechel's mind, and blood burst out from his eyes.

'Won. '

The sword and spear approached slowly and slowly, and neither the trajectory of the blade nor Artoria's landing point was any different from what he had imagined.

--Won!
He was sure again!
The great sword brought up a fierce wind, and the fine dust blown by the strong wind wrapped around Arturia's back, as if two huge wings were attached to her body, but it was only for an instant. Vision, the smoke and dust were blown away at a faster speed in the next moment, and Artoria's falling body was also hindered by the wind pressure.

'Has the point of impact of the gun tip changed? '

Menechelle's eyes were confused for a moment, and he saw Arturia looking in another direction, where Fujimaru Ritsuka was.

'Could it be——'

Menechelle subconsciously followed Artoria's line of sight and glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka. With this glance, the great sword's forward momentum was paused as if it had suddenly hit a wall, but he hesitated. Just a moment.

"It doesn't matter. This is a sure-shot sword."

He quickly remembered the specialness of this spirit base, and his eyes became sharp again.

The next moment, the flames and thunder snakes that were compressed to the extreme exploded at the same time. Light and shadow overlapped and instantly engulfed the two people in the center. The dissipated magic power sucked up the tornado and stirred the surrounding black tide, but the black tide was cut into powder in the next moment.

The smoke generated by the explosion lasted for less than a second, and a terrifying blood-red spiral suddenly erupted from the front of the agitated smoke, and a long rainbow erupted from the steam and smoke like a rainbow penetrating the sun.

The rapid burst of air even flattened the black tide on the outside. Cornunnos in the distance was also attracted by the manic magic at this moment, and stopped moving at this moment.

He blocked the superheated steam in front of his eyes with one hand and the curse attached to the steam caused Fujimaru Ritsuka's combat attire to flash an alarming red light.

"Artoria!"

While she used her body to protect Mashu, she used her other hand to push away the fog that was swirling in front of her eyes. The sight before her eyes made her heartbeat stop for a moment.

The slash landed accurately on Artoria's chest and abdomen. There was no blood in the wound, and only golden traces were pulled away from the wound.

As for Artoria's sure-kill holy spear, the tip of the spear sank into the black scale armor, and no blood flowed out from the incision, but this only meant that the spear only barely pierced the outermost layer of armor.

The holy spear flashed several times frequently, as if it was unable to maintain its form, and it seemed to indicate Artoria's defeat.

'Lose?'

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes dimmed.

The gap in strength was too huge. Perhaps it was the fourth sword of Menechelle that broke her knowledge and the fifth sword at this moment that made her numb and powerless in the face of natural disasters.

'But I'm still unwilling to give up my... our world like this? '

--No! No! No!

Still able to fight!

I can still fight!
The blood surged up, the spine became hot, and the adrenaline surged up. The originally numb body became active again, and the magic seal transported magic power at an overload speed with a frequency of ten units each.

The spell bullet formed in her palm, and the moment he raised his hand, it was pointed at Menechelle, but the strong wind caused by him raising his arm too much alarmed Menechelle, and her blood-red eyes looked from Artoria's body. Turning around, it landed on Fujimaru Ritsuka.

But facing that trembling look, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his finger. The spell bullet crossed an arc and landed where the tip of the spear touched the armor.

The expected thing of being easily flicked away with one finger did not happen.

Click click click——

The spell bullet landed on the black scale armor, causing cracks to spread all over every inch of the armor in the blink of an eye, and then shattered along the cracks like broken glass, and the tip of the gun was immersed further.

"Eh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned. She vaguely saw Menechel's always cold face, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could confirm whether it was an illusion caused by his eyesight, Menechelle had already turned her head again.

Only then did Fujimaru Ritsuka react slightly. She felt Menechiel's depressed aura. She always had the absolute upper hand, but at this moment, Menechiel's spiritual energy was in disorder.

"Defense against Suzheng..."

Menechelle looked at the cracked sword. The black scales on the outer layer of the sword exploded, and the long shell was taken off. The Holy Sword of the Stars revealed inside was also extremely dim, and in Artori The golden sword marks blooming on Ya's body only spread to the heart, and did not completely disperse.

"You can actually use solemn defense continuously." As his mouth opened and closed, mist-like blood was spat out.

"When did you get the illusion that I had used solemn defense before?" Artoria's face softened slightly, and she seemed to be relieved at this moment.

Menechelle's eyes widened, remembering Arturia's wings that appeared from the dust when she fell from the sky.

"You can...really know how to fly?"

The Razer inspired by the Noble Phantasm only has the attribute of being unable to defend, and does not have the inability to dodge characteristics after the enhanced Noble Phantasm. If it can fly in the air, there is really no need to use anti-Suzheng defense.

"It's Jörmungandr... The fighting skills of the fairy Menechel were transmitted to me along with Ash's memory during the pilgrimage." Arturia suddenly grasped the chosen staff, and the flickering staff flickered again. Stable to form the shape of the holy spear.

"She once promised you in the history of metahumanity to protect me, and this promise worked until the last moment."

"Is this what you call my second opponent besides you?" Menechelle smiled silently: "Speaking of which... it seems that she also asked me for help."

He took a few steps back, and Altria also took a few steps back. The distance between them became the battlefield for their final decisive battle.

"The third one is Fujimaru Ritsuka."

Menechelle recalled the hints in Arturia's eyes several times and induced him to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"You still don't understand."

No need to understand.

Stripped of its shell and freed from the weight of the sword, Menechelle suddenly drew her sword.

Choking——

The unparalleled burst speed made Artoria's sword move closer before she fired the gun, but Artoria spoke unhurriedly as if she had just reacted:
"Your third enemy is you?"

"I?"

Although it was unexpected, Menechel was not affected this time. He drew his sword as fast as lightning, pure sword skills without the slightest magic added, sword skills that he had been taught since childhood, and absolutely ruthless killing skills.

He can be very sure that he has not given birth to a trace of sexual desire from the beginning to the end. He is not the Menechel that Arturia knows, nor is he the Menechel of pan-human history. He will not treat the girl who is a sword embryo. There was the slightest hesitation.

'Before drawing the gun, the sword blade cut off Artoria's head. '

The lightless holy sword thrust out and cut through the wave.

——Click, click, click!
Menechel's face froze, the damage to his spirit base was more serious than he imagined, and the sword edge he drew was once again delayed for a moment.

The spear was raised to create a strong wind, and Artoria whipped out the spear with all her strength, but her eyes did not fall on Menechelle.

The smoke and dust brought by the wind surrounded Artoria, and Menechiel watched Artoria look at the indifferent empty space in his field of vision. The cold expression on his cheeks melted, and suddenly a trace of ice and snow was revealed. smile.

In Artoria's field of vision, dust intertwined and formed, and a large sword blocked the falling Star Sword for Artoria.

Her spear didn't hesitate at all, and she didn't even think about defense.

The scene in front of Artoria kept changing.

Originally a beast of the southern plains.

Then came the Morse on the central plains.

Menechelle stood in front with her sword, blocking the enemy's attack and guiding her in her fighting skills.

In this way, using the big sword to block the position gave way to the vital point.

"let's go."

A vaguely familiar voice came through the wind, and Arturia responded.

The scene changed again, and she saw the flaw in the holy sword's sluggish moment.

"drink!"

The spear tore through the atmosphere and plunged straight into the chest of Menechelle, who was extremely close to him. A layer of golden light penetrated the chest and spurted out from Menechelle's back.

The exploding magic power spread from Menechelle to the back.

Choking!

The holy sword, which was half a step too late, fell to the ground amid the rushing magic power.

Click click click——

The sound of the spirit base's shattering echoed in his ears, which was extremely harsh to him in the suddenly quiet world.

"I?"

His expression froze, as if he had some realization, so he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

He realized it.

then.

"Hehe, hehehe. Hahaha, hahahahaha!"

"Me? It turns out to be [me]!"

The spirit base's resistance, the body's sluggishness, and the noble phantom's pause.

That's it, that's it.

"It is indeed [me]!"

His spiritual power comes from Jormungandr and Menechel Saber, and his power comes from the oath. Menechelle Saber entrusted Jormungandr to protect Arturia, and Jormungandr I had to transfer this entrustment to him again.

Unexpectedly, the guy who was the first to leave turned out to be an invincible enemy in this final battle.

"It seems like you do..."

However, the loud explosion covered up his entire voice.

　Thanks to Archbishop Futu Xuan and Miaonika for the reward
　　The source of the power of the crowned sword is the sword rice spirit base, the divine core of Jormungandr, the holy sword of the star, and the crowned spirit base. Because of the violation of the oath, I suffered resistance from the swordsman spirit base and Jörmungandr, and because of the loss of the strengthened noble phantom crown spiritual base, the only thing that really exerted power when I was idle was the Holy Sword of the Stars.
　　(End of this chapter)