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

Chapter 98: As Bright as the Setting Sun (624)

Heavy iron hooves, army assaults, Jin Ge accompanied by iron horses.The red blood watered the white snow, dyeing it red.

The trumpet sounded, as low as a black cloud in a rainstorm.

The original cleanliness of the snow was no longer visible, and the dead people were piled on it randomly, layer after layer.But many more are still entangled.

overwhelming situation.

Even a fledgling rookie can see that the victory is not far away.

Ezequiel was stationed in the center of the army, and he looked around the scene in the center of the battlefield.

"What an enviable king."

He recklessly delivered his testimonials. Even though all the elites he brought had been killed, King Arthur did not give up his resistance.Knowing that continuing to fight would be a dead end, but for the sake of illusory reinforcements, he persisted.

"It's a pity that our king doesn't have such a capacity."

Ezequiel let out a long sigh, not knowing whether he was regretting his king's unworthy virtue, or regretting King Arthur's unwise move.

Maybe both.In Ezequiel's view, such a virtuous king should be the one to evacuate.

If it weren't for Camelot's enemies on all sides, Ezequiel thought, mobs like them would have been repelled long ago.

In the end, he waved his hand, and the additional troops came up to press on the front line.Admiration is nothing but admiration, but Ezequiel is very clear about what he should do at this time.

On such a wide battlefield, the advantage of the cavalry is infinitely magnified, and the rush of thousands of troops and horses running over together is enough to scare countless enemies, but this time they have only one enemy, and the fearless and proud emerald green pupils show the king style.

The snow began to increase, and the blade-like cold wind blew across the exposed skin of the knights.

A horse roared, as if it couldn't bear the extreme cold weather.The knight on it was thrown out by the horse that suddenly became manic, and was trampled by the hooves of the following horses.

But soon, such a situation spread to the surroundings like a plague, horses roared one after another, and the originally neat queue was immediately dispersed by the frantic herd of horses.

"what happened!"

Ezequiel immediately shouted, but his voice was too weak in the chaos.

"Rearrange!"

Ezequiel used his magic power this time to make his voice spread farther, but he didn't wait for him to stabilize the army, and soon his face became ugly.

The horse under Ezequiel also became manic for no reason. No matter how Ezequiel comforted him, he couldn't calm down. It seemed that Ezequiel must be thrown off.

As the horses fell down one after another, the knights on the horses were also thrown off. Seeing this, Ezequiel immediately jumped off the horses.

As if, the strange sight of a natural disaster tilted the balance of war again.

Such a familiar scene reminded Ezequiel of the time when he was a young apprentice knight. At that time, he had seen such a scene. A knight like a natural disaster in war. His existence is the positioning of victory. .

The fear of being dominated once made Ezequiel's brain become chaotic. He didn't have time to think about why the [First Knight] who had been missing for a long time would suddenly appear here. Ezequiel just wanted to kill him quickly. enemy.

"Charge on foot."

The ominous black demon issued an attack command, and there was no one behind him, but the oppression emanating from the black knight's charge made Ezequiel couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ezequiel bit the tip of his tongue and managed to calm himself down.

Ezequiel yelled angrily and managed to regain some form in the almost loose queue.

And at this time, you must not sit still!

"Dismount all and charge on foot!"

"Is it really here?" Arturia murmured softly, looking at the enemy who charged again in the snowstorm, she once again raised the king sword in her hand.

"There is no need for the king to make a move here."

The sound of heavy footsteps and the muffled voice couldn't tell which came first, but at the next moment, the crimson thunder light rolled up falling snowflakes, wrapping a figure and breaking the momentum of the enemy's charge.

It was indeed smashed.

The most violent cracking of the charge that the knights are proud of, perhaps these enemies have been powerless the moment they lose their horses.

At the same time as it landed, a huge and exaggerated scarlet knight sword slid across the front, and the strong wind brought by the blade blew away the falling snowflakes and the enemies in front of the big sword.

His body was pressed against the thick snow, and he groaned silently.

The attack like flowing water was stopped.At this time, the people who were divided in the middle of the battlefield finally showed their figures.

Saldisius Menechel.

There is no need to describe it in any form of language, the strongest knight seems to come to the battlefield with innate arrogance, while the enemy is still in a daze, Menechel launched another charge.

The enemy's weapons seemed to be decorations, and no one could stand where the red sword passed before the charge initiated by one person.

"Organize to fight back!"

Ezequiel let out a hoarse roar, before he could identify anything, he rushed forward first.

If you don't do anything, you will be killed!
Such an absurd idea appeared in Ezequiel's mind, but he didn't find it funny at all. Perhaps all the twelve hundred light cavalry he led might really be buried here.

He looked at the great sword that was like the shadow cast by the god of death in the world. Every time he swung it, he would bring out a lot of blood. His heart, which had become cold after years of fighting outside, finally had a little warmth.

Sword, why hold the sword again?
Ezequiel had no time to think, he could only watch himself getting closer and closer to the great sword.

He pulled out his knight sword and swung it towards the Scourge—it was definitely not a weapon that humans should have. Ezequiel was so sure that just getting close was enough to suffocate.

The natural disaster in front of me is completely different from the feeling when holding a gun.

His body subconsciously leaned back. He wanted to block the enemy's charge first, and then—

Thinking of this, the tactic ended, and Ezequiel saw his lower body falling down.

Only then did he realize that his sword was not blocked at all.

Menechel, who beheaded the opponent's commander with a sword, waved the blood stains on the blade to prevent it from being frozen by the cold weather.

"charge!"

Suddenly, Menechel uttered a loud shout towards the empty back, and the dragon tail hidden behind his black armor swished with a rustling sound.

He raised his sword and beheaded the enemy in front of him. Just as he was about to use his shoulder armor to withstand the stabbing spear, the sneak attacking enemy was cut down by the shining king sword.

Menechel looked at Arturia who was following up, and the corner of her mouth hidden under the visor twitched.

Artoria shook his head, he reached out and pinched Menechel's face, the burning feeling was clearly imprinted on Artoria's palm even through a layer of hand guard.

Alive, he is alive.

"Great, you're still here, great." Artoria's voice sounded a little choked, she pursed her lips, and hugged Minechel tightly: "You're still here, right?"

"Of course, I'm still alive."

The death aura on Menechel's body became stronger and stronger, reminding him that the time left was running out.

"Leave it to me here."

As he spoke, Artoria's rebuttal immediately greeted him

"Leave immediately and return to Camelot for support."

(End of this chapter)