The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

He must ask Artoria to allow him to bring the sword into the hall in the future.

With a great ambition in mind, Menachel did not show it on his face. He put on his head armor and said, "I accept your challenge..."

Here, Menachel paused for a moment, then said with certainty: "Knight Bingeli."

"I'm Kadu."

Cardo repeated his name, suppressing his anger.

Menechel didn't care about his almost provocative behavior. He waved his hand indifferently and mocked Kadu for the second time.

Cardo gritted his teeth and secretly made up his mind to cut off one of Menechel's arms - this was the maximum size of a knight's duel.

But what he didn't know was that Menachel, who was sitting opposite him, had no intention of letting him survive.

Today's mission is completed, you can start the game

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 34 A fair duel starts with unfairness

2023-07-29

Menechel took off his heavy armor and put on the uniform Camelot knight armor. This blue-gray soft armor is the standard in knight duels. If both sides use uniform weapons, they can eliminate the inequality in weapons and truly show the level of martial arts of both sides.

Weighing the rapier in his hand, he found that it was no different from the sword King Gwyn had given him before. The rapier was too light, making Menechel feel insecure for a moment.

Obviously, all my weapons were obtained through fighting, so why did it become an unfair thing that must be eliminated here? Moreover, the opponent's goal was also very easy to understand, which was nothing more than wanting to use Minachell's fighting habits to counterattack.

Thinking of this, Menechel walked towards the duel, while on the other side of the wide platform, Kadu had been waiting there for a long time.

The platform occupied a large area. When a guard knight acting as an arbitrator announced the start of the competition, Menechel's gaze passed directly over Cardo and fell on Artoria on the platform and the horse-faced noble beside her.

We have to find a reason to kill this horse-faced man - unlike the time when we framed Tai Lu, if we want to stabilize the situation in the rear and assassinate the horse-faced noble at the same time, we must find a serious reason.

But while Menechel was thinking, Cardo was not foolishly waiting for the other party to come to his senses. The knight with thick eyebrows and big eyes launched a sneak attack without any martial ethics.

It was called a sneak attack, but in Menichel's opinion, every move of the opponent seemed to be in line with the rules. This reminded him of the fighting in the outer city, and he suddenly felt bored.

Kadu was obviously a man with ideas. He swung the sword in his hand, aiming directly at Menechel's throat. At the same time, he made small movements with his feet. He bent one leg and, relying on his height disadvantage, rushed straight into Menechel's crotch.

Minachell, who had seen all of Kadu's actions, rarely looked gloomy under the public's gaze. A trace of blood flashed in his eyes, but he did not attack immediately. Minachell just took a step back and used his abdominal muscles to block Kadu's flying knee.

Without giving the opponent time to react, Menechel suddenly crossed the rapier in his right hand and blocked Kadupsi's slash. The swords collided with each other, and Menechel only exerted a little force, and Kadupsi's hands that were holding the sword were forced to lift up, revealing his chest wrapped in soft armor.

"Go to hell, you are a legacy of the past."

The voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it. As he said this, Menachel clenched his free left hand into a fist, red magic flowed through his arm, and then he punched out without hesitation.

The whistling wind from the fist indicated that this punch was not something that a human body could withstand, but Kadu, who was still immersed in the tremendous power of Menechel's right hand, was no longer able to resist this attack. Years of combat experience made Kadu immediately let go of the rapier in his hand, but Menechel, who was well prepared, also let go of the hilt at the same time, and his free right hand easily grabbed Kadu's two hands.

At this moment, Kadu was controlled like a child being lifted up by an adult. He could only watch helplessly as the punch hit him.

First, his chest felt numb, followed by a more intense pain than expected, which made him feel as if he had been hit head-on by a mad, helmeted warhorse. The pain in his chest made it difficult for Kadu to breathe. He struggled to fight back, but found that he had lost sight of Menechel.

"Sorry, sorry, I just lost my strength."

A limp, hanging hand appeared in Cardo's field of vision, and the man's voice vaguely echoed in his ears, but his violent breathing like a dry cough made Cardo's voice not clear.

"You're not going to die because you can't even withstand a punch from me, are you?"

Death? How could it be possible——

Kadu glared and wanted to refute, but after struggling several times, he was unable to get up. He couldn't just lie on the ground, so under pressure, Kadu had to reach out and hold the hand in front of him.

But Kadu found that he had lost control of his hands, and only then did he feel a tearing sensation coming from his hands.

The hand in his field of vision was his own hand - he was knocked flying by Menechel's punch just now, but his hands that were grasped did not fly away with him, but were torn off abruptly.

Looking up slowly, he saw Menachel who was looking down at him and had a mocking smile on his face.

The light in Kadu's eyes gradually dimmed. He raised his head stubbornly and then dropped it suddenly. There was a fist-sized wound on his chest. The blood from the wound had stopped flowing with the death of its owner.

Then Menechel raised his head and looked at the horse-faced nobleman behind Altria in a mocking manner. At this time, the horse-faced nobleman could no longer remain calm. Feeling that his reputation was being trampled upon, he almost shouted madly: "How can you be worthy of the honor of a knight if you kill your comrades like this?"

Menachel, with his nose filled with the smell of blood and in an excited state, was about to reply "Then you come and try" when he saw Altria's warning gaze that contained "be more restrained". Suddenly, Menachel's excited passion disappeared as if the air had been deflated. He recalled Altria's decision to stabilize the situation at this stage.

So he changed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "I really didn't expect that the knight appointed by King Uther himself would be so incompetent."

After saying this, Menichel immediately realized the inappropriateness of his words. His words seemed even more sarcastic than he had expected.

The horse-faced nobleman who was mocked had gone completely crazy. He pointed a finger at the knights standing behind him. His whole horse face was swollen and red. His voice was several pitches higher than before: "Who will challenge him, you guys!"

The private knights he pointed at avoided his sight guiltily one by one, and the horse-faced noble widened his eyes. These knights who usually boasted about their abilities to each other, but at this moment, none of them dared to step forward to challenge him.

Horse Face wanted to say something, but was stopped by another elderly noble, who stopped him from continuing to discredit the nobles. He turned his gaze to Altria, who was watching a show, and said in a deep voice: "Lord King Arthur, it was just a duel, but Knight Menechel chose to kill his comrades when he could easily win. This is extremely cruel, and his words show no respect for the king's authority. He should be stripped of his knighthood."

There was no tone in the old man's words, so Menicher heard them clearly. So naturally, he listed the other party as a priority target.

On the high platform, Artoria glanced at the old man beside her who was once again putting pressure on her with the same old tricks, and recalled the strategy of confiscating the property that Menachel had mentioned before. After a moment, she made a decision in her heart:

"In this case, he should be punished."

Without waiting for the noble to say anything flattering, Artoria changed the subject:

"But your merits and demerits outweigh your faults, so Menechel's appointment will be put on hold for now. You will serve as my personal guard knight and stay by my side for now."

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 35: The Confiscation Knight Behind the Confiscation King

Punishment in public and protection in private, anyone familiar with Camelot's current situation knows that most of the knights in Camelot are funded by nobles. And Artoria's move to keep Menechel by her side as a punishment seems to be a declaration that "he is mine".

This was not a good choice for King Arthur, who had just ascended the throne and whose throne was not yet very stable. Although the funded knights would not really obey the orders of the nobles and turn against them, they would more or less engage in passive resistance, which was quite unfavorable for Camelot today.

Apart from winning the hearts of King Arthur's personal guards, this move was meaningless - but that's not the case, after all, Altria's desperate move successfully made Menechel begin to reflect on his mistakes.

"Maybe I should have restrained myself a little more at that time."

Menechel lowered his head. He had taken off the soft armor that had no defense at all, but he did not go so far as to put on the heavy armor again. He was wearing the most ordinary casual clothes.

"Okay, okay, don't blame yourself."

After removing the shell of King Arthur, Artoria revealed a helpless smile. The girl stretched out a hand but found that due to her height disadvantage, she could not touch the other person's head even if she stood on tiptoe. The girl's hand froze slightly.

Menechel lowered his head in a casual manner, allowing the girl's hand to touch his hair smoothly. Altria also enjoyed this scene mentally. As a king, she was not allowed to have love, so the pleasure she felt at this moment due to her immorality was particularly strong.

Withdrawing her hand with some reluctance, Altria closed her eyes and calmed down before saying, "Let's do it later today. Bring some people to kill all those nobles."

The time was ripe, and Menechel's previous achievements had opened a gap in the tight alliance of nobles.

Altria's tone was flat, but she easily sentenced dozens of people to death... or perhaps even more. In Menechel's opinion, most of the nobles were quite fertile.

Compared to the girl in memory who wished that the war would end, Altria at this moment was much colder and sterner, but Menechel was happy to see her transformation, as it was the only way to become a king.

Menechel said:

"It's faster if I do it alone."

It was obvious that Menechel's reflection had obviously ended, and at this moment he showed his innate arrogance again.

"Teacher Merlin said that you are still in the recuperation period and cannot do strenuous exercise like you did in the outer city."

"but--"

"Don't worry." Artoria saw what Menechel was worried about: "The knight's justice is only shown to his own people and recognized enemies."

As for those nobles who are nothing more than parasites, they are just the necessary cornerstones on the road to building an ideal country. (Note)

Touching his chin, Menachel reluctantly agreed to Altria's request, and at this moment a third voice abruptly interrupted their conversation.

"Hey, is this something I can watch?"

Merlin's gentle yet servile voice made Menechel and Altria raise their eyebrows at the same time.

“Well, don’t be nervous, I didn’t see anything.” Seeing the two of them looking at him at the same time, the magician immediately smiled and waved his hands to explain: “I just suddenly saw something interesting, so I came here to remind you——”

At this point, Merlin's eyes, which were narrowed by his smile, quietly opened a crack, and a deep look flashed in his eyes. He shook the letter in his hand and said, "This is the list. I have invited some nobles in my own name to discuss assisting the new king. They have sensed the crisis and will definitely come. Just be prepared for a counterattack."

At least in the eyes of outsiders, Merlin, who assisted King Uther and now wants to support King Arthur who came from nowhere to become a puppet king, is a complete traitor and a remnant of the previous dynasty.

Merlin never made excuses, and it just so happened that at this moment, he could hold an afternoon party under the pretext of "helping the puppet king to correct his identity."

"Don't reveal my name."

"of course."

Menechel's eyes flickered. This was a good opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop. For Menechel, those knights who had surrendered to the nobles were also targets of hunting. Although it could be concluded from Altria's words that the girl was not going to take action against these disqualified knights, Menechel felt that there was no need to spend so much energy to influence those "remnants of the previous dynasty".

He would take responsibility for anything that Altria couldn't make up her mind about.

……

On the other side, the nobles, unaware that danger was quietly approaching, were enjoying afternoon tea.

"That kid Arthur has already started trying to seize power."

The old noble spoke out the consensus of all the nobles and knights present, and the faces of the knight commanders immediately became stiff. Compared with the nobles' "private soldiers", although they had surrendered to the nobles, they still retained considerable autonomy. After more than ten years of "separatist" life, they were more reluctant to return to the royal power than the nobles.

"But he will soon realize his mistake." The horse-faced noble sneered and took over the conversation: "After all, Camelot's operation cannot be separated from us."

The old man smiled but said nothing. At this moment, the sound of the door opening was heard, focusing everyone's attention on the person who came.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm a little late because I was dealing with some things."

Merlin, who was wearing fancy clothes, showed no apology at all. He walked into the hall step by step, leaning on his staff.

But no one cared about Merlin's performance, because there was a trail of blood following closely behind Merlin.

"Look, look, you are exposed after all. I'll let you wipe the blood off your body."

Merlin waved his hands helplessly, and then a bloodstained knight suddenly appeared behind Merlin as if falling from the sky - it was the knight Menechel who had brought shame to all the nobles in today's parliament.

"It doesn't matter."

Menechel shook the blood off the sword, and blood droplets splashed in the air, forming a flowing trajectory and fell on the faces of several knight commanders who were nearby, thereby restricting their movements.

But soon Menechel realized that his actions were unnecessary. He looked around at the knights and nobles around him. Unlike the guards who were slaughtered outside, none of the knights in this hall were carrying weapons.

"The sword is life."

Menechelle sneered and walked forward step by step. Merlin turned around and snapped his fingers casually, and the hall was shrouded in a barrier.

At least I don't have to listen to this annoying sound anymore.

Merlin thought happily.

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Note: In the original legend, King Arthur once ordered the massacre of a village, and his knights actually carried out the order, so Altria said that her knights were not bound by ordinary benevolence and morality.

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Chapter 36 A life of sin begins

2023-07-29

The next day, the news that all the nobles in Camelot were robbed by the rebels lurking in the city spread to every corner of the holy city. Without exception, those rebels were the leaders of the knights who were originally friendly with the nobles. Fortunately, these rebels were wiped out by the knight Menechel.

"Who would believe such a reason?" Artoria sighed softly, looking at Menachel who seemed to be seeking praise in front of her, and said unhappily: "Next time, please think of a normal lie that can justify itself."

"They just want us to give a reason, and even if the reason is reasonable, they will still be suspicious."

Although Menechel was not defending himself, he still felt an inexplicable sense of guilt - he could already foresee that the rebellion that had just been quelled would be set off again.

I kind of regret my impulsive behavior.

Altria stopped talking and pouted as if she was upset. After sitting quietly for a while, the girl seemed to have just thought of something and continued to ask, "Were all the family members of those nobles killed?"

Even without listening carefully, Menechel could easily hear the hesitation in Altria's voice - even though she became a king, the girl was still the same girl after all.

However, the king cannot have thoughts of mercy.

With this in mind, Menachere spoke up and shattered Altria's fantasy: "Kill them all, including their guards, wives and children, don't spare any of them. Make sure that I ask Mr. Merlin to set the fire in case something happens."

Menechel's voice was calm. To him, the disappearance of these lives had no reality. The biggest difference between these strangers and the monsters in the utopia was that they had no appetite for their own kind.

"That's it."

The light in the girl's eyes seemed to dim, which made Menachel start to blame himself for his extreme words just now, but he knew that lying at this time was useless. Those beautiful illusions woven by lies would only cause greater harm to the owner of the dream when he woke up.