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

Chapter 505 VOL. Zimina cannot achieve the ending of the Holy Sword User
Menechiel was walking quietly in the corridors of Chaldea. He had just undergone a cruel trial called Record Synchronization of the Sixth Lostbelt.

But he obviously did not have the ability to block breath, but at the next corner, the door suddenly opened and an arm hooked around Menechelle's neck and pulled him in forcefully.

But before Menechelle could respond, the familiar manic laughter caused his expression to seamlessly switch to gnashing of teeth.

"Hey, isn't this the [Invincible First Knight]?" Kai let go of Menechelle's hand: "I heard that you went to receive the spiritual records of the Sixth Lostbelt, why were you like this on the way back? You are so sneaky, why are you afraid of meeting us?"

"Huh, what's there to be afraid of from the rabble?"

"But I heard that your record in the Sixth Lostbelt was to kill one of Morgan's puppets. It was really impressive."

Menechelle: (#)

He knew he would face such humiliation! He originally thought that he would be careful enough by taking a detour back to his room, but he never thought that Kai would actually ambush him in his room.

"How will you be here?"

Menechelle asked almost word for word.

"Oh, it's okay, Gawain will be here soon."

Who asked you!

Menechelle took a deep breath. Based on his understanding of Kai, tolerance and evasion will only increase the opponent's arrogance. Now he should take the initiative to fight against each other:
"That's better than you not even being qualified to be summoned!"

"Indeed." Kesha nodded thoughtfully: "After all, even if I am summoned to that land, I will not be able to play a role that is better than nothing than you."

"Bold maniac!"

Menechelle was furious, and when he showed Kai his increasingly improved naked wrestling skills, he hit a golden lock that made Kai slap the floor with joy.

The door was pushed open again.

"It's so lively." Gawain happily walked in with a bottle of wine: "I feel relieved to see Kai so energetic."

Kai temporarily lost the ability to speak because of his excitement, and could only express his joy at being reunited by tapping the floor more and more frequently.

"Kai was just unhappy because he was not summoned in the Sixth Lostbelt."

"What's the point? Isn't Mordred not here?" Menechelle seemed unconcerned: "But - with Kai's strength, it seems that he can't stand up to the challenge."

"Hmph." As soon as Menechelle let go, Kai got up again: "I can at least hold on until I meet Fujimaru Ritsuka, instead of taking the important son of prophecy straight to the enemy's base camp. From this point of view, if not Because there is no [Kai] there, I can’t use my fists and kicks. I am indeed more useful than you.”

"Nonsense! Why do you choose this kind of thing to say!" Menechelle pointed to her chest: "I am Grand Saber! Do you know Grand Saber? The pinnacle of Saber. As long as you are Saber, you are shorter than me. One head!"

"what?"

"Forehead……"

In this regard, Kai and Gawain's attitudes are surprisingly consistent.

"That is the identity of the Holy Swordsman of the Lost Belt. What does it have to do with you?"

"There are some differences in personality. At least as far as I know, one is brave enough to wander for fourteen thousand years for an illusory ideal, just enough not to let personal feelings affect his judgment, and honest enough to correct his mistakes when he realizes them. , so noble as to give the enemy time to prepare, satisfies almost all the virtues of chivalry.”

Gawain tried his best to speak in a tactful tone: "And Menechelle, you...well, you have a very unique personality."

But the words he stopped mid-sentence were more hurtful than the words he finished.

As if he realized this, Gawain immediately made amends: "At least Menechelle, you are very affectionate. When you saw me being summoned, at least you wouldn't beat me up without even giving me a chance to speak. go back."

Compared to Gawain's tact, Kai seems to have a much more venomous tongue.

"He likes Morgan and you do too?"

"Guh." With a strong grip on his throat, Menechelle was unable to defend himself from Kai's taunting. His face turned red and he watched Kai gasping for air. "The boy's blush is worth a thousand words. Admit it, the stronger one is the Holy Sword User, and your only record is defeating Morgan's clone."

Menechelle suddenly stood up, and Kai also took a defensive posture. But there was no Qing Bi Jin Jian Suo 2.0 as expected, and Menechelle straightened out her wrinkled clothes.

"How is it possible? How can I, a majestic Holy Sword user, get angry with weak words?"

Gawain: "?"

Kai: "?"

Kai and Gawain looked at each other and saw the answer in each other's eyes.

"There is no abnormal magic power, it is not an illusion."

"Could it be that his body was taken away from him?"

"Is it Assassin who has the ability to disguise? When?"

Instead of getting angry because of these impolite speculations, Menechelle sat back down again.

"There is no need to use such tactics to deal with me. How can I, a great Holy Sword user, be compared with mediocre people like you?"

He was now going to show the two insects in front of him why he was the First Knight.

Whatever the Holy Sword User can do, he can do it too!
Looking at Menechel, who had a solemn look on his face after sitting down like an old monk, the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

"Speaking of the Holy Sword User." Gawain suddenly remembered: "I met Ezequiel on the way here."

"What's wrong with him? Is he being pestered by Morgan? Double Happiness...ahem."

Menechelle, who had looked like a worldly master just a moment ago, immediately showed interest.

"No, he was thinking about the reason why the Holy Sword user in the Lost Belt had the pseudonym [Ezequiel]. He said that this is your recognition of him."

Gawain poured himself a glass of wine. It was immediately taken away by Menechelle. He had to pour another glass. Then Gawain slapped Kai's unclean hand away as he tried to take his glass.

"In his original words, [I was once commented on my swordsmanship by the number one knight at my peak]. Is this true or false?"

"how is this possible?"

Kai immediately shook his head. Although Menechiel and the two of them got together and merged into the three heroes of the tavern, it felt like an elementary school boy's dinner party. But as long as they were separated, Menechiel was Camelot's second-in-command and the first person in hand-to-hand combat. It was absolutely impossible to get Menechel to approve of it.

"It seems that this is indeed the case."

Menechelle frowned, and with the help of the feedback from the Holy Grail, he had a deeper understanding of some details.

"He drew his sword at me too slowly, and then I casually said - trash."

At the end of the sentence, Menechelle became uncertain again. Would anyone really talk about such a thing as something worth showing off?

He coughed lightly and regained his composure: "But his sincere courage and determination deserve recognition."

The Holy Swordsman will never laugh at a brave person.

Looking at Menechelle, who was pretending to be serious, Gawain and Kai looked at each other. They raised their glasses to each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

In the end, the self-restraint of the Holy Swordsman Menechel did not last for half a day. After that, he was blocked in a single toilet room by Kai and Gawain because of drinking too much. He was stabbed in the back by two of his best friends, resulting in a direct failure.

Director Goldruff, who happened to be in the same toilet at the time, was also affected and was trapped in the toilet for half an hour.

The plot of this chapter is a bit short, so I’ll post it first.