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

Chapter 75
When Lancelot pretended to be Menechel and led the army to turn back and attack Galo City again, the Duke of Cornwall had already made preparations in advance
Bilu City is adjacent to the Tomoren River, and outside the city wall is a slope that tends to decline. This unique terrain advantage makes the enemy's charge extremely difficult, but it has played an excellent role in boosting the charge from the inside of the city. .

Under this ebb and flow, no knight can stop the charge in the city.

It should be like this.

The [-] knights led by Lusland are responsible for the defense of the city of Galo, [-] oncoming knights and [-] archers. The perfect terrain and the perfect defense ratio of [-] to [-] make this local knights invincible.

Rusland didn't think that he would lose if he dispatched all the knights in the city to deal with just one attacker when he had the upper hand, even if it was the so-called undefeated Knight of Sartis.

So he forced his subordinates to control the knights at the city gate. The long-term pampering made Rusland almost forget the feeling of fighting, but the gradually agitated blood made Rusland eager to charge.

A knight was left behind to report to the Duke of Cornwall. Although Rusland was the strongest force in the city now that the solemn knight had played, it was clear that Rusland didn't want to really bear the name of a traitor.

After all, cutting first and playing later and arbitrariness are two different things.

The city gate was lowered at this time, and Rusland suppressed the leap in his heart and flew onto the horse. Behind him, the oncoming knights in uniform blue soft armor rushed out of the city gate with him. Rusland held his hand The sound of the horse's hooves and the whistling of the wind came from his ears.

Rusland has always disdain to wear a helmet, so he can clearly feel the touch of the wind blowing over his face. He raised the spear in his hand and let out a long and happy roar. At this time, the bow and arrow on the city gate The hand also stopped shooting.

Compared with the grand occasion here, the enemy is insignificant, standing alone 300 meters away from the city gate.

It's smart, at least you can avoid being shot out of the sieve by the bow and arrow.

Rusland thought so, and a bloodthirsty smile broke out on the corner of his mouth. He did not abide by the knight principle of "come to dismount and fight", and the horse's belly was clamped under his feet, urging the horse to charge directly towards the enemy wearing only soft armor. .

"Sartischi dies!"

He didn't hide his killing intent at all, and said bluntly that he, Rusland, had been dissatisfied with this first knight for a long time.

The distance of 300 meters was fleeting, and the three hundred knights were overwhelmed by the densely packed soldiers in an instant. Rusland took the lead, and the enemy's figure was reflected in his eyes.

The one holding the big sword at the front of the team is undoubtedly the commander of Camelot, Menechel, so Lusland avoided Menechel, reined in the reins, and went straight to a man who broke away from the knight and charged into the battle. A single knight left.

The whistling wind in his ears and the flying scene in front of his eyes turned into fuel for his heart, making Rusland excited.

At this moment, the lonely knight withdrew his gaze from the wide open city gate, and he turned to look at Rusland as if aware of it.

He saw that the tip of his spear had touched the long sword that the opponent had just had time to pull out, and he raised the corner of his mouth to laugh at the opponent's stupidity, how could he lose with the strength of the charge?
Rusland sent the spear forward, and the sound of the gun blade rubbing against the blade covered the sound of the wind and the sound of the horse's hooves. The smile on Rusland's face froze for a moment, and soon turned into panic.

He saw the knight in front of him look up and glanced at him, so all the scenes in his field of vision retreated quickly, Rusland seemed to be exiled into the blackness of eternal night, the sound, touch, and vision disappeared in an instant, only Leaving Rusland facing those bloodshot eyes alone.

He wanted to yell but couldn't make a sound, Rusland touched his neck in horror but he found nothing.

He blinked, and finally saw clearly the dead body that had fallen from the horse and his beloved horse that was still rushing forward in the shadows.

Menechel subconsciously flicked the long sword, and the blood drops fell to the ground at the same time as the corpse.He looked at the corpse lying on the ground a little speechlessly, not understanding why he became the target of the enemy again.

But at this moment, Menechel, who was sprayed all over by the head-on blood, had no time to think about it. He reached out his hand to the horse that was running out of control. When the two collided, he grabbed the horse's rein, and the other He swung his sword and slashed at the horse's neck. The sword, which is not considered a good hand, was only half buried, but Menechel used both hands to force together, and the horse's momentum was completely disintegrated.

Perhaps it was because the knight who was killed had a very special status, and the second lance soon ushered in the flank that no one cared about.

Menechel's exhausted disguise was skillfully cracked by Ruslander with his life, a sternness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately gave up his original plan.

"All army, charge with me!"

A red electric arc danced from Menechel's body, and the crackling thunder swept across the entire battlefield. The knight's sword brought a cold and stern afterimage, and the spear and horse were smashed together.

The knight who had lost his seat fell uncontrollably to the side, but was hit by a kick wrapped in red thunder.The red blood column spewed out immediately, and steamed into mist when it touched the thunder and lightning.

The Headless Horseman returned back the same way at an extremely fast speed, bringing blood along the way, and at this moment, the Knights finally besieged Menechel in the middle.

The blood-stained knight stopped what he was doing. He raised his hair with his blood-stained hands. Horseshoes sounded in all directions. His half-closed eyes unreservedly released his breath.

After being eroded by the dragon species, the phantasy species breath spread around like an explosion, the orderly hooves of the horses became flustered, and the hoarse neighing sound was accompanied by the scolding of the knights, and the war horses flopped one by one like a plague, Together with the knights on their backs, they slammed into the ground uncontrollably.

The magic power wandered around the body surface, and the dead magic power Razer spread from the tip of the sword to the surroundings. Minechel unscrupulously squeezed his body, which was comparable to a phantom species, and continuously transported magic power to maintain the state of magic power release.

The soldiers engulfed by the Thunder Snake quickly lost signs of life, but Menechel Feidan did not stop but further increased the intensity of magic power around the body surface.

The arrows flew towards the sky like locusts, ignoring the other knights who were still struggling and unable to get up.

Pulling the sword sideways, the flat sword body of [Undestroyed Lake Light] reflected Menechel's slightly weird smile, and the flying arrows were shot down one by one in the shadow of the sword.

Before the second volley arrived, Menechel exerted force on his feet, and the roaring thunder and lightning exploded on the soles of his feet. The manic magic power tore the tendon but at the same time was automatically restored by the body, and the ultimate power transformed from magic power pushed the body forward.

He turned his gaze to lock on his target, the city gate that was slowly closing.

When he appeared again, he had already come to the city gate. He protected his body with both hands, put his head between his elbows, and the muscles of his whole body swelled to the extreme under the stimulation of magic power.

The scorching magic power almost stretched Menechel's body apart. The next moment, the siege bomb made of flesh and blood collided with the city gate that was about to close. The solid city gate sank, but it was not smashed by the flesh and blood after all. However, the stone city wall used to fix the city gate was lifted down abruptly.

The flying city gate smashed into the walled city, and the roaring sound instantly covered up all the screams and curses in the city. Only the echo left by the city gate smashed to the ground remained in the huge walled city. An attacking knight approached slowly.

But their efforts are doomed to be in vain, there is nothing on the city gate.

A scream broke the dull atmosphere, and the archers who were still on the parapet fell down one after another.

It was indeed falling. The corpses that fell on the ground scattered down like toys that had been violently cut in half. The bones and flesh and internal organs of the human body poured down from the sky, and a strong fresh smell immediately filled the city.

The only remaining attacking knight shrank his throat, but before he could do anything, there was another thunderous explosion. He felt a trace of coldness flashing in front of him, and some warm liquid splashed on his face.

The overly strong smell deprived him of his senses for a while.

When he raised his head again, there was only one other person standing in a pool of blood.

The solidified and not yet completely solidified dark red liquid almost formed a shell on the opponent's body, the red eyes and the bloody sword tip, just like, no, this must be the evil spirit of hell.

"That old thing from Cornwall."

The attacking knight couldn't tell whether the voice he heard was a man or a woman. His knees gave way and he collapsed into a pool of blood.

　In the water chapter, the siege will not be written in such detail in the future

　　
　
(End of this chapter)