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

Chapter 84

Menechel stared blankly at the battle map, and he felt a little tired from the long hours of staying up late.

He turned around and stretched out his hand to grab the big sword leaning against the table, his face was reflected on the smooth and quiet sword, but he didn't wait for Menechel to observe for a long time, and the footsteps coming from outside forced him to put down the big sword in his hand sword.

Night Breeze sent the girl's scent in, but what puzzled Menechel was that he didn't smell the bitter smell that would definitely accompany Avriel in the past.

It seems that Afriel did not prepare that unique drink this time.

But no matter what, in order not to let Avril see her decadent posture, Minechel forced herself to focus on the battle map on the table again.

It wasn't until the door creaked that Menechel pretended to be still immersed in his work, and continued staring at the battle map in a daze without even raising his head.

"Afriel, you came a little later than usual, what's the matter..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a strong sense of trembling almost made Menechel's hair stand on end. The instinctive sense of crisis made his brain manipulate his body to make a move before he could react. emergency response.

Relying on the standing posture, Minechel kicked over the table at his feet, grabbed it with his right hand towards his side, turned his body back when his palm touched the hilt of the sword, and slashed forward with the big sword in his hand and go.

The big sword easily split the table in front of him to block his sight, and Minechel could clearly see the origin of the sense of danger in the flying sawdust.

Afriel, and the dagger in the girl's hands with spooky purple glow.At this time, the girl's face could no longer find the calm and tranquil look of the past, as if the indifference and gloom crawling out from the pile of dead people made the originally delicate little face look a little hysterical.

Although he already had this premonition when Afriel asked that question, but when faced with it——

Menechel's gaze froze, and he slammed down the sword that was originally aimed at the opponent's vital point. The change in the trajectory of the blade made the original defensive posture stagnant, and he simply gave up the space in front of his chest. Then, let Afriel attack.

With Afriel's strength, it shouldn't be a serious problem even if she hits a vital point.

Seeing Menechel's sudden change of move, Afriel lowered her eyebrows slightly, which almost indicated that she gave up resistance, so she couldn't help biting her lips.

You, why, why give up resistance!
"I hate you……"

Obviously this is the perfect time to avenge her father, but an inexplicable emotion controls her actions.

I hate you so much, I hate you so much!Why are you being so nice to me!
The figures of the two sides intertwined, some warm liquid stained his palms, and the familiar fishy smell that had almost become a habit filled his nostrils.

Blood, scorching blood gushes out from the wound, taking with it the little vitality remaining in its owner's petite body, and soaking in the palm together.

The sudden scene made Menechel a little dazed for a moment. He took a few steps back unbelievably, and stretched out his blood-stained hand tremblingly. Blood dripped from the fingertips to the ground. He clenched his fists and wanted to let go The blood beads were retained, but everything has been to no avail.

The scorching pain from his palm made him want to cut off his palm.

Blood, blood, blood.

The strong smell of blood made Menechel couldn't help but want to vomit.

The big sword pierced through Afriel's lower abdomen.

The petite body that went straight into the hilt was almost split in two by the huge sword.

Why, it's obvious that they have deliberately avoided the vital points.

Afriel, who had lost her last support, began to fall forward. Before she had time to think about it, Menechel immediately reached out and grabbed Avril's shoulders, supporting the girl's small body.

Looking back at her brother's rare bewildered expression, Afriel wanted to laugh for some reason.The dagger in his hand slipped down weakly, his body gradually lost consciousness, and a long-lost cold feeling caught up with Afriel.

Only the warmth from the shoulders makes people feel very real.

I hate you so much, I really hate you so much——

"Avriel, you'll be fine, Avriel, no, you'll be fine."

Listening to her elder brother's words, she let the man play with her body, watched the murderous him cautiously not daring to touch his skeletal wounds, and watched him yelling out of the house like crazy.

Why, until now, have been so kind to me.

Even if it was Menechel's life she wanted, the opponent would deflect the point of the sword.

Trying to tilt her head, Afriel adjusted her position with her last strength.

As if feeling the rubbing sensation coming from her side, Minechel also turned her head to look at it at this moment, meeting her brother's bloodshot pupils, Avriel slowly stretched out her hand, as if He wanted to touch Menechel, but his arm fell limply.

She finally understood that even if her brother killed her father and concealed the truth as a righteous brother so that she would be grateful to her enemies, at most she could only hate him, but she couldn't help but love him.

The girl's pale lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she could only make a low and incoherent grunt.

Do you know, my lord brother?I hate you so much, but I also love you so much.

The emotion that may be due to guilt has already become pure in getting along with each other overnight.

She watched Menechel immediately free a hand to grab hers, and finally smiled.

Then use "living alone" as your punishment, my lord brother.

She closed her eyes, and her falling palms brushed past her elder brother's, and she finally calmed down.

Menechel, who was supporting Avriel's body, couldn't stop trembling, the warmth from the girl's body was rapidly fading away.

He seemed to realize something, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"Master Menechel!"

At this moment, the door of the room was hurriedly pushed open, and the guard knights who were attracted by the shouts rushed over at this moment.

As soon as he opened the door, he could already smell a bloody smell. When he looked up, he saw Menechel was holding a tragic corpse in a pool of scattered blood under the dim light. The center was motionless.

As if he heard the shout, the man raised his head dully, his empty red pupils staring blankly at the guard knight's face.

"Save... save her..."

……

Not to mention tens of thousands of dead bodies buried under the frozen soil, there are at least thousands.

But why do you feel cold because you buried one more person.

Menechel was thinking, subconsciously looking to his side, there was no one there at this time.

After the fiery rage ended, the only thing left of this body was the dead silence that had been completely consumed by the rage.

Menechel turned her head to look at the big sword in front of her, which was laid flat on the stone platform, and the blood on the tip of the sword still remained.

"do you hate me?"

Menechel asked towards the empty stone platform, and only the howling of the north wind answered him.

"Of course I hate it."

He asked himself and answered, Menechel opened his arms to let the cold wind blow over his chest, he closed his eyes as if enjoying someone's touch.

"Just why is it the tip of the sword?"

Through, why through.

Menechel replayed the scene over and over again in his mind.

His sword was specially designed to solidify the chopping ability, and this dragon sword has long since given up the ability to stab.

Regardless of the angle of attack, it is never possible to complete the action of [piercing].Unless, the victim actively bumped into the tip of the sword.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but squeeze the letter paper in his hand - this was the last letter Afriel left him.

【Revenge for killing my father, I have to avenge it】

It's just, why did he take the initiative to bump into the tip of the sword, and why didn't the dagger touch his body until the end.

The knuckles were pinched and creaked.Menechel opened his bloodshot eyes, and he took a step forward, holding the great sword in front of the stone platform with one hand.

But for a long time, I couldn't lift it up again.

"That's it."

He probably won't be able to swing the sword anymore.

Closing his eyes again, the wind blew up half of his pale hair.

"That's fine, let it accompany you, that's fine."

　Because this chapter is too important, so it’s a bit late to edit it several times, and it’s an update on the 23rd
　　
　
(End of this chapter)