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

She saw a faint blush on Menechel's face, and Altria felt her face getting a little hot as well, but this time she was unwilling to let go.

Altria narrowed her eyes, the smile in her eyes almost flowing out from the gaps, she smiled and took the first step, pulling him to continue the unfinished and never-ending snowfield pilgrimage.

——Are you really not going to think about it again?

The wind seemed to carry someone's voice.

Altria shook her head, walked onto the snowfield without hesitation, and was never willing to look back.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 145 InvincibleJPG

It was a pain that seemed to drain out every cell in his body. The burning sensation burned Gold's body. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his temples and dripped down along the fat on his face. Perhaps it was because the expenditure of magic power was too heavy, Gold's face wrinkled hideously, and the sweat accumulated in the gaps between the wrinkles.

He wanted to reach out and wipe it, but in order to keep the ceremony going normally, Gold kept one hand outstretched in prayer. The pale white spell in front of him gradually became brighter as he clenched his palms.

A beam of dazzling red light rose from the aperture and sank directly into the back of Gold's hand. Red lines quickly moved across the back of his hand, forming three twisted and intertwined scratches.

——It’s now!

Gold spoke and chanted the summoning spell. Almost at the same time, the three people standing next to Gold also spoke. Similar but slightly different spells echoed in unison in the hall of Eugdomirea. The blazing white light gradually became louder, and it seemed that the sound of armor stepping on the ground could be heard faintly.

The white light reached the highest point in no particular order, and the strong light made it almost impossible to open one's eyes. However, the blue-haired man sitting in the main seat opened his eyes wide in such strong light pollution. His sight passed through the white and looked directly at the summoning arrays around him.

Under his gaze, the dazzling light curtain finally faded away, and four blurry figures appeared. But before he could see clearly who his subordinates were, he heard a faint sound of thunder in his ears.

The next moment, a red lightning snake suddenly appeared from a summoning circle, and the raging thunder quickly expanded outward. The magic power in the air that had just calmed down was stirred up again by the lightning snake.

"Gold, what's going on!"

The blue-haired man standing next to the main seat asked directly about the source of the accident, but as the person being questioned, Gold didn't even have time to wipe the cold sweat sliding down his cheeks. He took a half step back in panic, as if he was shocked by this sudden change.

He was horrified to find that the magic power in his body was flowing uncontrollably to the other side of his body.

The fiery stream of magical energy enveloped the Servant who had just appeared in the world, casting a shadow over him.

"Oh, this time the [Master] can be considered pretty good."

The blazing thunder died down, and a frivolous male voice echoed in the empty hall.

He was a man wearing heavy red and white knight armor, holding an exaggeratedly large sword in one hand. His entire body was wrapped in iron armor, with only his head exposed. On his energetic face was a wild smile that he could not help but restrain. The bright red light on the sword showed the direction of the magic power just now.

He was a dangerous man who gave people the impression of being unrestrained and uncontrollable at a glance. He ignored the other Servants on the field and spun his body, making a heavy sound as he rubbed against the ground. "So, are you the magician who summoned me to the present world?"

Closer to Berserker than Saber, the violent aura that seemed to be overwhelming made Gold shudder slightly.

If the causal line had not clearly conveyed that he and Saber in front of him were legitimate master and servant, Gold would really have suspected that he had encountered a hostile servant.

But then his expression suddenly turned ugly. Although they were both dragon-slaying swordsmen, the Servant summoned by Gold was not the same as the Saber he imagined.

Feeling sorry for the consumed dragon blood, Gold said with a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

"Are you scared?" Saber patted Gold's shoulder, and the fat uncle's body immediately tilted to one side uncontrollably.

"My name is Menechel, and I have come to this world as a Saber."

His voice was loud and clear, and every Servant and even the Master present could hear him clearly.

"Wait a minute! It's really stupid to reveal your name so blatantly!" Gold took a few steps forward in disbelief, but when he noticed the gaze from Minechel, he involuntarily shrank his neck.

"What does it matter? You can't defeat me just by knowing my name. I say, you drew the strongest trump card!" Minesher patted Gold's back and forced him to stand up straight.

But Gold didn't think so at all. He lowered his head slightly with a dark face, and clenched his fists, wanting to teach this ignorant servant what respect is.

But just as Gold looked up, he met the stern eyes of the patriarch. Danik stood beside the main seat and silently warned Gold not to cause trouble at this time.

Seeing that Gold had calmed down, Danic turned his gaze to the red-armored knight who was looking around at the surrounding environment. Although Danic had already seen the other party's arrogance from the fact that the other party used magic power to demonstrate as soon as he responded to the summons, he realized the difficulty of the situation when he actually heard Saber give her real name.

Menechel, the strongest knight in the time of King Arthur - this was a guy who could never be made to surrender.

And his servant, Lancer Vlad III, happens to be in the posture of a king... If these two people are put together, there will be a high probability that they will quarrel among themselves first, right?

Thinking of this, Danik turned his head with some concern, and even his voice was a little hesitant: "King..."

"That's all right, Danic. Using different methods to deal with different people is also a manifestation of a king's magnanimity." Vlad III looked at Menechel: "Saber, you should also know that before you can fight against foreign enemies, you must first stabilize the country."

"Do you mean you want to be my new king? I don't know if you are qualified." Menechel smiled, but there was a coldness in his voice.

"I see resistance in your eyes. People like you are born not to submit to anyone." Vlad III shook his head. He stood up from the main seat and walked down the stairs step by step. "As you know, this is not a melee where each fights for itself. Now we will fight against another group of invaders as allies. I, Grand Duke Vlad Tepes of Romania, offer you a proposal for an alliance. I hope that in the next battle, our country will have only one voice."

Vlad looked around at everyone and said, "I expect the same from everyone. After dealing with the invaders, you can attack me and fight for the final ownership of the Holy Grail... But before that, I need your cooperation and obey my command."

……

In the dim alleys, the occasional flickering street lights not only failed to dispel the gloom, but instead highlighted the gloominess of the surroundings.

The woman hurriedly ran into the alley, but was restricted by her high heels and slipped and fell to the ground.

"You can't run away."

A disgusting voice was heard, and a man with colorfully dyed hair walked into the alley slowly, unbuttoning his belt as he walked.

Finally, he stood right under the street lamp, looking down at the green-haired woman lying on the ground. There were obvious bruises on his face. The man spat viciously: "How dare you resist, woman, who do you think you are? It's your blessing that Master Soma likes you."

As he spoke, Soma Ryobao grinned and reached out to grab the woman's hair.

"Master, let's stop here." The blue particles formed a human shape. It was a young girl knight with long silver-white hair. She grabbed Soma Ryobao's hand with one hand and protected the hilt of the rapier at her waist with the other hand. The man's ugly face was reflected in the girl's blue pupils. She said in a cold tone: "Don't involve the insignificant people."

Soma Ryoubao frowned and shook off the girl's hand. He said sarcastically, "Assassin, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. You are just a familiar who relies on my magic to survive. And you are pretending to be a good person. I can't even kill the guy who raised you!"

Assassin's body trembled, and she stepped back a few steps to make way behind her.

"However, if you really want to save her, why don't you do it instead of her?" Soma Ryōhō waved his hand holding the three-stroke Command Seal and laughed as he passed by Assassin.

"Forgive me for refusing."

"That's right—"

Before Soma Ryobao could finish his words, a beam of cold light had already flashed across his chest, and the spurting blood instantly dyed the front of his clothes red. Before the man who was stabbed by the sword could react, he slashed with another sword, removing the arm holding the Command Seal.

Lying on the ground helplessly, Soma Ryobao stared at the female knight who was wiping her rapier: "Assassin, you bastard..."

Assassin's expression remained unchanged as he stabbed Soma Ryohō's neck again, blocking the rest of his words in his throat.

I had a slight fever yesterday, but I feel better today.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 146 The Fat Uncle and the Knight

After the lengthy and useless pre-war declaration, Gold felt as if his body was drained. But there were even more troublesome things waiting for him to solve.

Sitting upright on the sofa, Gold supported his head with one hand and tapped the armrest with the other. He recalled what had just happened in the hall and felt offended.

Thinking of this, Gold snapped his fingers.

No one responded.

"Saber!" Gold screamed in anger, "I am your Master after all. I will provide you with the necessary magic power, and you have to listen to me!"

The spirit particles formed a human shape, and Menechel showed his physical body and lay on his side on the sofa directly opposite Gold. His red eyes looked at Gold with interest, and the corners of his mouth raised a sarcastic smile as if he was mocking the other party's arrogance.

"Why, do you want me to completely submit to you?"

Gold shuddered for no apparent reason. He looked at the heavy sword placed next to the sofa opposite him and wisely gave up the topic.

"No, it just occurred to me that I should ask you if you have any wishes for the Holy Grail or something."

"Of course I have. Otherwise, am I here to have fun when I respond to the call of the Holy Grail?"

Minesher raised his head slightly, and glanced at Gold who asked such a question in a strange way. Then he turned over as if he was bored, facing Gold with the back of his head, and buried his face in the back of the sofa: "I say, why do you like to ask such boring questions every time? There is no innovation at all."

Gold frowned as he listened. He remembered what Saber had said before - this time the [Master] could barely be considered good.

"Saber, do you still have memories of the last Holy Grail War?"

"That's about right..." Minachell was very perfunctory, not wanting to mention this aspect of the problem at all: "But don't worry, no matter who the opponent is, I will not hold back, as long as your magic power supply can keep up."

Gold's attention was easily diverted. He curled his lips and remembered the meaningless magic power released by Menechel when he just responded to the call. It had no effect except wasting magic power.

—Asshole, with your extravagant personality of releasing magic power as a special effect, Berserker is easier to deal with than you!

Fortunately, he had already transferred Saber's magic power supply to the android battery.

Gold, who was thinking with his head down, suddenly felt a gaze. He looked up and saw that Menachel, who had just been lying lazily on the sofa, had sat up unconsciously, with a smile in his red eyes:

"You can afford my demon offering. You are already a pretty good fellow among the masters I know."

Hearing Menechel's praise, Gold couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but suddenly realized that he was the Master and forced himself to suppress his smile.

"Although I shouldn't say this, but Gold, you won't give up the Holy Grail, right?"

Gold heard Minechel calling his name but did not dare to correct him. He snorted coldly and wanted to ignore it but then he thought of something. Out of politeness, he nodded awkwardly as an answer to Minechel's question.

"That's good, now our goals are the same." Menachel breathed a sigh of relief calmly.

The reason why he was so impatient to point it out was because the devout and loyal demeanor that Gold had displayed in the pre-war meeting had made Menechel worry that the other party might have intended to work only for the family from the very beginning.

In that case, in order to ensure his own victory, even if he still admires this rare fat uncle with abundant magic power, he will have to consider changing a Master.

He paused for a moment to regain control of the topic, and pointed to the Command Spell in Gold's hand: "Then the next step is to discuss how to use this thing."

Being suddenly pointed at by Menechel, Gold subconsciously protected his Command Seals. This was his last resort against his rebellious Servant.

Although Minechel noticed Gold's little movement, he didn't care. In the small and sealed room, he didn't think Gold's voice was faster than his movements.

"Let me make this clear. No matter what you do with this thing, whether you use it to call me when I'm attacked, or to amplify my victory, or even just use it as a decoration, as long as you don't use it to force me to do something stupid, I can do whatever you want."

“You are teaching me how to use the Command Spell!” Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Gold slammed the table and stood up. He looked at the sword in Menechel’s hand, and his momentum weakened: “But… what if you don’t obey my arrangements?”

"I will naturally make reasonable arrangements. I just hope that you, as an idiot who has never been on a battlefield, will not interfere with my fighting. If you do that, I will be very annoyed. Although I hate losing, I don't like letting someone who annoys me win even more than losing."

Menechel's voice became softer and softer, but the cold murderous intent gradually enveloped Gold's body, causing him to lower his head involuntarily.

He recalled that the servant in front of him was not an upright knight in the traditional sense, but an anti-hero who would kill his master in the legend.

He caught a glimpse of the Command Seal on his hand, and the rising anger gave him the idea of ​​revenge on Saber - let Saber know right here who the real Master is!

Gold clenched his fists and then lowered them. His remaining sanity stopped him from doing so. As long as he still desired the Holy Grail, he could not be too awkward with Saber. The Command Spell only had three strokes.

Gold almost squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "I agree to your request, but the premise is that you must obey my arrangements."

"Of course. After all, you have spent your magic power. I can't just do nothing." Menachel smiled and lay down again: "I will obey in wartime."

The implication is that you shouldn't expect him to do anything during non-war times.

Gold was so angry that he threw himself onto the sofa. He grabbed the wine glass beside him and drank it all in one gulp, and a feeling of heat surged into his heart.

"Happy cooperation, then, Gold."

——This guy! Why doesn't he admit that he is the Master!

Gold got a stitch in the side and his throat couldn't handle such a large amount of alcohol, so he started coughing violently from his own "big drink".

He bent down and patted his chest, at the same time looking viciously at Menechel who was picking the fruits leisurely opposite him without any movement - just wait and see, familiar!

He would ask Danic tonight to let Saber have something to do tomorrow, no, it would be better if it were tonight!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 147 Minai: It doesn't matter, I will take action

Although it was the body of a Servant, he felt as if his bones and muscles were rusted. Since he responded to the call, he had nothing to do. After lying in the castle for a whole day, Menechel could not wait to rush to the hall of Eugdomirea, where he responded to the call, after hearing the news about the battle.

However, the current combat situation is not quite what Menicher had imagined.

Including the Master, more than a dozen people stupidly gathered around a one-eyed familiar and watched the images projected from the one-eyed screen.

So stupid.

"Hey, Gold." Minesher lowered his voice and said to the person beside him who was concentrating on watching the "live broadcast": "Why is it so troublesome? If we really find the enemy's trace, can't I just go and destroy him?"

Gold's view was blocked by Menechel who suddenly turned around. He immediately tiptoed anxiously, not daring to miss any information, as if he was the one who was going to the battlefield.

He took the opportunity to refute his Servant before the battle even started: "Sending Saber rashly without knowing the enemy's strength, what if this is a trap set by the enemy?"

"Don't joke, there's no way I'll lose." Minashel said as a matter of course.

"Then just watch carefully! It is said that the enemy they are targeting is your opponent."

"Saber from the Red Team?"