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

The inconspicuous fragment of the sword, wrapped in magic, pierced through her armor and arms and stabbed into her heart.

I dare not relax my eyes for a moment, and my body is working to its limit at this time.

The bright red lightning snake came closer and closer.

Just as it was about to enter her throat, Lancer finally turned around.

Clang!

There was a sound as if glass was pierced.

She didn't care.

because.

Disappeared.

When she looked back again, the heart-pounding magic power and the broken sword itself had completely disappeared.

No matter whether you use your eyes to see or try to sense the magic, it is of no use.

Click-click-click

The armor hissed and cracked, then another one appeared. The cracks started from the one on the chest and spread all over the body in an instant. Amidst the crackling sounds, the red aurora that had been suppressed to the extreme suddenly burst out from under the armor.

boom!

This is the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Blood foam gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably, dripping down his chin onto the hollow space in his chest. Lancer's body swayed, and he looked down, glimpsing the tiny hollow space in his chest.

As he looked at it, the wound spread from his chest to his abdomen. Although the blue-gold light continued to repair the wound, the black air emanating from it blocked the blue light out.

——I see, the rupture was actually in my own spiritual foundation.

This is--

Lancer was stunned.

——Menechel’s fourth Noble Phantasm?

Lancer turned his eyes to the other side. Menechel, who had thrown the final blow, had already completely fallen down, his body completely submerged in the holy spear, and the palm of his right hand had already become bloody. He had lost the last of his magic power, not even enough to activate Avalon, and could only let this minor injury that could be ignored at ordinary times take away his life.

However, Menechel still kept his eyes open, tilted his head and looked at her quietly.

Lancer reached out to wipe the blood off his chest, pretending nothing had happened, and walked slowly towards Menechel in a relaxed manner.

However, the destruction of his spiritual foundation could not be concealed. Lancer's body staggered, but he walked towards Menechel.

But Menechel seemed to know his own ending. He raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a complacent and satisfied smile.

"Yes...I won, right?"

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Chapter 383 Wish you a sweet dream (810)

"I won."

Lancer rejected it immediately.

Compared to Menachel, who was lying on the ground without the strength to move, Lancer was at least still able to move.

Obviously, there was no point in arguing about these things. After all, no matter who won, she, whose spiritual base was pierced, and he, whose magic power was exhausted and fatally injured, could not escape the fate of death.

However, Lancer was unwilling to admit defeat verbally as he looked at Menechel who was still trying to open his eyes even though his body was still pierced by the Holy Lance.

But in fact, she knew that she had already lost.

Because of the protection of the scabbard Avalon, she relaxed her vigilance when Menechel's sword broke. However, she did not expect that even if it was just a piece of the sword, it could still be released as a fatal blow.

Even because of the change in shape, it also gains an advantage in throwing.

just.

"So it's the Four Swords?"

She felt a little regretful, and also seemed to be mocking herself.

She had just boasted that she knew everything about Menachel.

"Indeed... there are only three swords."

Menachel tried to cheer himself up, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

"The one that cancels out your Noble Phantasm is the second sword."

Menechel curled up the corners of his mouth.

What Lancer thought was the second sword strike on her was merely a defensive counterattack that absorbed Lancer's attack.

Before the greatsword hit Lancer, at that moment, Menechel loosened his left hand, and the greatsword, which had lost its charge, hit Lancer. That's why Lancer said:

——"The injury is much lighter than expected."

Lancer seemed to realize something, and she immediately revealed a helpless smile.

"So, even the incident of your sword breaking was something you did for me to see, right?"

“Heh.” Menechel’s eyes gradually became hazy, and his eyelids slowly closed. “The sword is much harder than I thought. My hand is still hurting.”

In order to make Lancer believe that he had indeed swung the second sword, and to hide the second sword, he destroyed his own weapon with his own hands.

But... after using three swords, it will really break.

That’s a pretty accurate guess.

"Come with me..."

Die.

Menechel knew that Lancer was doomed to die, so his smile took on a hint of sincerity.

This way, the way forward was paved for Altria.

Moreover, although Lancer is an enemy, he is also the best enemy. It is quite romantic to be able to travel together.

"I guess so."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancer sat down next to him.

With the only hand she could move, she touched the holy spear stuck in Menechel's chest.

The Holy Lance was summoned by its master and transformed into a spirit, disappearing.

By reducing the mana expenditure in this area, the blue-gold fluorescence on Lancer's body became a little stronger, but it was unable to expel the death energy that had penetrated deep into his soul.

The blue-gold fluorescence spread on Lancer's hands and then transmitted to Menechel through his palms.

As if stimulated by external factors, a blue-gold light also lit up on Menachel's chest.

"but."

She looked at Menachere, who had closed his eyes and seemed to be in a coma. Lancer held his hand, but did not make any further intimate moves.

"I'm not the one you should be with."

Besides...if my knight knew about this, he would probably be angry.

Magic power was squeezed out of her body, Lancer's eyes began to become unfocused, and her lips became numb.

"So, stay with your king until the end."

I don't want her to feel the same pain as I do.

She looked at the pale-faced Menechel in front of her, and she seemed to see another person through that face.

She saw the face gradually regain its vitality, she saw the other party's bloody palm due to the broken sword being covered with flesh again, and she saw the skin and flesh that was charred by her holy spear regain vitality.

She raised the corners of her mouth, dignified and gentle.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it scorching air, and golden spots of light floating from nowhere blurred her eyes.

She saw the familiar white light again. Her numb and cold body was enveloped by the pure, cold halo like snow. She did not feel cold, but rather very warm. This time, the white light did not fade. It enlarged in front of Lancer's eyes, and the breeze blowing out of it seemed to carry the fragrance of green grass.

Lancer's eyes were completely closed. From the damaged spiritual base, magic particles drifted out bit by bit, and in just a moment, her body became thin and transparent.

However, there was no trace of the pain before death on her face. Her peaceful expression made Lancer look as if she was sleeping peacefully.

It was indeed time for her to fall into eternal sleep.

Starting from the feet, the body collapsed bit by bit. The only remaining head was slightly tilted downwards, but the corners of the mouth were raised, as if he had had a peaceful dream.

Suddenly, Lancer uttered something like a dream:

"I dreamed about... my knight."

……

The bangs are blown.

Lancer opened her eyes, but the glaring light forced her to close them again.

It was like suddenly coming into light from a very dark place, and I could feel the heat of the light even through my eyelids.

But at a certain moment, the light was blocked by a shadow cast from overhead.

Feeling the sudden change, Lancer opened her eyes, and then she saw a pair of concerned eyes.

"Altria, are you awake?"

Lancer was startled. She saw Menechel. He stretched out one hand to block the sunlight for her. He spread his legs and rested Lancer's head on his thighs.

She blinked gently.

Lancer found himself enjoying the lap pillow and lowered his head back down.

"Are you dreaming?"

She made a cute nasal sound.

"what happened?"

Facing those eyes, Lancer raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

"I seem to have had a dream."

"In my dream, I did a lot of wrong things. A lot."

And Menechel simply placed his hand on her forehead.

"It doesn't matter. No matter what Altria does, I will always be by your side."

Lancer's beautiful eyes narrowed.

This time she was sure that the person in front of her was her Menachere.

"But all of Camelot is rebelling against me."

"Then I'll take you out."

Without even a moment's hesitation, Menachere answered.

"What about Camelot?"

"Whatever. I'm only on your side."

"you."

Altria stretched out her finger, but the tense expression on her face turned into a smile the next moment.

"I heard that in the distant Eastern countries, people like you would definitely be considered fools who neglected their country for the sake of women."

Altria's words were somewhat profound, and Menechel could only understand the general meaning.

He turned his head slightly to prevent Altria, who was lying on his lap, from looking at his face.

He said:

"But those women are definitely not as good as you, Altria." His tone was matter-of-fact: "Altria is Altria, unique to me."

With her lips slightly parted, Altria was stunned by these words.

Suddenly, she patted Menechel's arm.

The little girl's attitude surprised even herself.