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

Chapter 21: Hundred Knight King: Damn, I'm a Stand-in

2023-07-29

Although he wanted to give the Hundred Knights a mysterious smile and add a "guess" to improve his own style, Menechel knew that now was not the time to do such insignificant things.

While the Hundred Knights King was still motionless, Menechel swung his sword first. This time he did not hold back. The sharp blade cut through the air, making sonic booms.

The Hundred Riders King, who was just about to engage in a righteous confrontation, was thrown into disarray by this sneak attack. He held up his sword to block in front of him, and his body could not stop retreating, trying to dissipate the force.

But at the moment when the swords collided, the Hundred Knights King realized something was wrong. The sword in his hand only briefly felt a push, and then the Hundred Knights King felt his hand lighten, and everything around him sank instantly. Among the rapidly rising figures, he saw the headless body of a golden-armored knight leaning forward.

"Vulnerable."

Menechel commented bluntly on the Hundred Knights King who had completely lost his life. He just glanced at the half-broken sword still held in the corpse's hand. In the brief confrontation just now, the Hundred Knights King's sword only lasted for a moment before being chopped off.

Menechel shook off the bright red blood on the blade, but his greatsword was still shiny, without even a scratch - it seemed that the Hundred Riders King did not have the strength to forge a sword with dragon bones.

Artoria was obviously a little dazed by the sudden change in the situation. She stared at Menechel blankly, and subconsciously protected the royal sword in her hand in front of her.

Stimulated by the cute scene of the girl, Menechel couldn't help laughing. He took off the head armor on his face before Artoria attacked him: "Long time no see, Artoria, no, now you should call me King Arthur-sir~"

When Artoria saw Menechel reaching out, she immediately took a half step back, but when she saw the true face of the red-armored knight in front of her, she hesitated and retracted her foot. The girl frowned and asked tentatively, "Menechel?"

"It's me." Hearing the familiar voice that he hadn't heard for a long time, the corners of Menachel's mouth slightly raised, but he stopped it by force. Menachel coughed lightly and made a "don't ask" gesture to Artoria. Out of trust in her friend, Artoria very obediently stopped the words that were about to come out.

Under Altria's astonished gaze, Menechel stripped off the golden light armor on the Hundred Knight King's body to reveal the opponent's soft armor inside. Then Menechel deflected the blade, and the broad back of the sword smashed on the Hundred Knight King's body again and again, and the head that flew not far away was not spared.

Altria and more than a hundred people under her command watched this strange scene quietly.

"You guys go ahead, the pursuers are coming soon."

Menachere turned around and said something, then slowly walked forward a few steps. When passing by Altria, Menachere lowered his voice and said, "Let's talk about the past later."

Artoria also knew that now was not the time to act out of personal loyalty, so she gave the order to retreat and led a small group of people to bypass the front battle area. Shortly after Artoria left, the sound of rapid horse hooves approached very quickly, and Menechel had no choice but to kick the armor into the shadows before he could deal with it.

Menechel took a few steps forward. At this time, the dim moonlight in the sky was blocked by the dense treetops. In the dark forest, Menechel stopped.

The faint firelight illuminated the darkness in the forest. Leading the group was a blue-armored knight whom Menechel did not recognize. Through the dim light, Menechel could clearly see nearly a hundred knights following behind him.

Perhaps there were too few people. Apart from the torch in the hand of the person standing at the front of the team, there was no other source of light for the entire team.

The horse stopped steadily in front of Menechel, and the heat waves and the cold night wind slapped Menechel's face.

"Sir Menechel." The blue-armored knight on the opposite side obviously recognized the identity of the person who blocked his way through the eye-catching armor on Menechel: "Have you seen the remnants of Camelot?"

"I have killed the enemy leader." Menechel pointed his sword at the barely recognizable corpse on the ground, and said apologetically, "But I think I went a little too far."

"Do not."

The knight in green armor looked at the greatsword in Menechel's hand with some fear, and accidentally saw the golden light armor that was casually thrown aside.

If he remembered correctly, this was the armor that belonged to the Hundred Knight King.

Thinking of this, the Green-Armored Knight was suddenly startled. He was about to open his mouth to shout, but as a cold light flashed, the Green-Armored Knight and the horse he was riding fell to the ground one after another.

As early as when the opponent looked at the golden armor, Menechel had quietly changed the way he held the sword. With a just-right sudden attack, Menechel killed the leading knight in an instant. After cutting the sword, Menechel calmly put on the head armor with his left hand, and swung the second sword with his right hand to behead the soldier holding the torch for lighting.

The surroundings fell into darkness again.

Only then did the army seem to come to their senses and try to find Menechel's trace amid the noise. Menechel, who had already been immersed in the darkness, accurately found the chopped-off torch with his enhanced hearing. He carefully picked it up and threw it in the direction of the golden light armor.

This simple move certainly could not fool the well-trained knights, and they did not rush forward to chop the armor together. After a brief period of chaos, people quickly organized themselves in the darkness.

A knightly order must have other leaders besides the leader, and the person who spoke was obviously one of them. With a low shout of "Calm down everyone", the noise seemed to be blocked out, leaving only the sound of one or two war horses snorting softly.

But Menichel did not intend to use this opportunity to launch an assassination. At the same time the other party spoke, Menichel had already walked behind the other party, hiding behind the complicated crowd. The dim moonlight only showed Menichel's vague figure. He raised his knife again and the warm blood spilled all around.

Perhaps it was the overly strong smell of blood that stimulated the war horses. The horses, which had been very docile just now, suddenly became manic. The violently shaking bodies made the knights riding on their backs unable to help but speak, either scolding or comforting them.

But to Menechel, all this was meaningless. The dense noise drowned out the humming sound of heavy armor pressing against the ground.

He swung the sword in his hand casually. Here, everyone except him was an enemy.

Therefore, Menechel need not be timid.

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A relative of mine is getting married today, so the update is a little late (in fact, I played games last night because of this and didn’t go to bed until two o’clock). I was in a hurry, so the writing of this chapter is not very satisfactory, please forgive me.

The second one may be late at night

Please read

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 22: The Excellent Scapegoat Chamo

2023-07-29

After bathing in dragon blood, the body has physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people. Although it is a pity that it cannot obtain abilities such as invulnerable dragon skin, the inhuman strength and physical strength alone are enough to benefit from it.

After all, for Minechel now, his main enemy is still humans.

When the first rays of morning light shone through the layers of treetops and illuminated the dark forest, Menechel noticed that there were corpses piled up in front and behind him.

A rough estimate showed that among the approximately two hundred corpses, at least half were knights wearing Lothian standard armor - there was nothing that could be done about it, after all, when the group battle began, Menechel decisively abandoned his own men and fought a duel with the Hundred Knights King.

Apart from these friendly forces, that is to say, Menechel and the [Three Hundred Warriors of Lothian] killed only about a hundred people together.

After all, the enemies were not wooden stakes. When they found that they were in danger of being wiped out by Menechel, they decisively fled in all directions. Some of them even abandoned their snorting war horses and fled on foot. Menechel had no intention of chasing them and only killed some of the knights who ran slowly and resisted stubbornly.

The soft soil in the forest was painted a faint black and red color, and the branches and treetops bore traces of last night's bloody battle.

What is intriguing is that apart from the two groups of pursuers last night - three groups if you count myself - there has not been a fourth wave of enemy soldiers appearing in such a long time.

Menechel subconsciously glanced at the slightly dirty armor on his body and couldn't help but frowning. If he had known earlier, he would not have made it such a flashy red and white color. Now it is very troublesome to clean.

Since he couldn't go back to the rebel camp, he could only try his luck in Camelot. But as soon as this thought came to his mind, Menechel couldn't help but hesitate. Chamo had told him that knights were a profession that valued reputation. Strictly speaking, Menechel was now a defected knight. Even if Altria didn't mind, would the others in Camelot take him in?

and--

Menechel recalled the scene when he met Artoria last night, and the other party did not seem to show any surprise at all.

Although he was a person who would give up even if his three hundred subordinates told him to, Minachell was unable to respond to such a simple decision.

There were dense and orderly footsteps coming around me. There shouldn't be many people coming. From the sound of footsteps landing, there were no knights on horseback.

Is this the second wave of encirclement and suppression sent by the rebels?

Menechel narrowed his eyes, one hand already reaching for the hilt of the sword behind him.

"Don't be nervous, Minachell, we're one of us." This was a male voice with a hint of sarcasm. Almost as soon as this voice sounded, Minachell was involuntarily pulled into the whirlpool of memories.

"It's you, Kai." Menechel loosened his grip on the sword and looked in the direction where the voice came from. He saw a knight in pure white armor walking slowly towards him, surrounded by several guards. The face still retained some features that looked annoying, and Menechel almost remembered the man's name instantly.

"I thought you would go to Camelot without looking back." Kai came over and gently hugged his friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, then pushed Minechelle away with disgust: "You are a man, aren't you? Why are you so hesitant?"

"After all, I have been living in fear in the utopia. I have no choice but to go all the way there." Menachel took off his head armor and glanced down at the evil ghost mask that looked even more hideous because of the blood stains. He tucked this disappointing thing under his armpit: "Unlike you, you seem to be living a comfortable life."

"Hey, you don't mean to say that I have been corrupted by Yuwo's ​​material desires and turned into a waste." Kai poked Minachell's shoulder with a smile: "I'll beat you up."

"Okay, you." Kai's natural enthusiasm quickly dispelled his concerns, and Menichel also smiled slightly: "But you seem to have forgotten that since your sword was knocked away by me that time, there has been a deep gap between you and me."

"Nonsense, I have never lost since I was a child." Kai wanted to continue chatting, but one of his followers immediately coughed lightly, so Kai had no choice but to give up: "Let's talk about business, King Al Arthur is worried that something happened to you, so he asked us to come down to meet you."

Menechel nodded, but his eyes had already drifted to the knight who had just coughed lightly. He could only be described as having an average, well-proportioned figure and was not conspicuous. What really impressed Menechel was that he was wearing a head armor like himself.

This was a very rare phenomenon among the knights of Camelot, and it caused Menechel to react to her name.

It seems his name is Lanmarok.

Menechel's silence made Kai misinterpret it into another meaning.

"In fact, the king is in a rather awkward situation right now." Kai said, clenching his fists in displeasure, his knuckles making crackling sounds. "Her, the only people he can mobilize are me, Lord Lanmarok, and a few like-minded companions he met during his travels."

"Ah."

Although he didn't know why Kai suddenly said this to him, it didn't stop Minachel from nodding in agreement.

After all, there were several years between the death of the previous king, King Uther, and the succession of the new king, King Arthur. It was not difficult to accept that the royal power was hollowed out, especially under the influence of the investiture system. Not to mention a few years, even a year's gap would cause drastic changes in a kingdom.

"Then take me to see her. I think I have made a lot of progress over the years."

But he did not expect that his casual action would cause displeasure to someone. Lanmarok took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to say something but he held back and retreated back to the team with his fists clenched.

"There is no time to lose, let's set off as soon as possible."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Kai immediately came out to smooth things over. He stood between Menechel and Lanmarok, half pushing and half guiding Menechel into the back city.

……

The news of Menechel's defection spread like a storm to every corner of the city of Carrion in less than a day. The knight who had been highly regarded for his bravery not long ago decided to rebel.

This unusual news immediately reflected a deeper meaning in this fallen city, because when Menechel led King Gwyn's men to attack the city, King Gwyn claimed to be unwell and returned to Lothian with several guard knights, leaving only the Knight Commander Chamor to guard the rear.

This strange behavior immediately became intriguing with the news of Menechel's rebellion. This also made Chamo feel under great pressure, especially after the news that the Hundred Knight King was killed by Menechel came.

Tomorrow morning's update will probably be posted around 12 noon, and future updates should be normal.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 23: To retreat is to retreat. Isn't that the same as retreating?

The current battle situation is very delicate. From the surface alone, Camelot is obviously not at an advantage. However, on the rebel side, due to the death of the Hundred Knights King, it is difficult for the rebels to organize an effective offensive in a short period of time. This also buys Camelot a brief respite.

“We must take advantage of this opportunity.”

After Kai finished his concluding speech, all the knights present nodded in agreement with his ideas.

In the hall in the back city, King Arthur was discussing important matters with his knights of guard. Menechel, dressed in red and white heavy armor, was standing next to Kai. With the notoriety of traitor and new arrival, he was not qualified to attend the meeting, but Altria still insisted on his attendance.

This was a sense of trust that Menethil had never felt from King Gwyn.

"Then let me cut off the enemy's food supply."

Lanmarok stood up, and the white-armored knight knelt on one knee in front of Altria: "Based on the current situation, there is no knight present who is more suitable than me."

Lanmaroc was not exaggerating. From the lance he often used, we can see that Lanmaroc was a knight accustomed to mounted warfare. However, cavalrymen like him were actually not very useful in siege battles. Instead of leaving them idle, it is better to make use of the excellent mobility of cavalrymen.

Although Menechel, who had never even touched a horse's back, wanted to go, he was sensible enough not to ask for it. He was not sure whether the warhorse could support his heavy armor.

"Lord Lanmarok, I'll leave it to you then." Altria's solemn face remained calm as she continued to assign tasks in an orderly manner: "The rest of the knights will guard the rear city with me to prevent the enemy from counterattacking—"

But before Artoria finished, Menachel could not help but speak. Perhaps due to the unknown vanity of a man, Menachel felt inexplicably resistant to kneeling before Artoria. He just walked to about five meters away from Artoria, and faced several dissatisfied gazes while standing upright and said:

"...King, I think we should abandon the rear city."

The two armies were in a stalemate for nearly a month, and the rebel coalition only managed to capture a small town by surprise attack before being stopped by the second fortified city, thus failing to achieve the goal of luring the enemy deep into their territory.

"Giving up the rear city means giving up the entire Camelot." A sneer came at an inopportune time, and Menechel looked in the direction of the voice with an expressionless face.

He was a knight wearing a simple blue-gray light armor, and he was standing on the left side of the queue.

Kai had mentioned to him that those standing on the right were Altria's direct subordinates, and they might be a little impatient, like Lanmarok, who had just volunteered to fight. This white-armored knight was also one of Altria's confidants. But the knights standing on the right were definitely trustworthy comrades.

On the left side of the team were knights who were backed by the nobles of Camelot. They said they were coming to help, but they often pretended to obey Altria, and their real purpose was self-evident. However, Altria, who still needed to rely on the funds of the nobles, could not settle accounts with these guys.

Menechel lowered his eyelids and remained silent, but a faint chill enveloped his body. However, the grey-armored knight who spoke did not care at all and continued to work hard to increase his chances of death.

"What do you think, Sir Tylu?"

As if she was afraid that Menechel didn't know Tailu, Altria specifically mentioned the name of the Gray Knight.

The knight named Tailu walked up to Menechel and knelt on one knee without hesitation. He said in a deep voice:

"Giving up the rear city will not only make it more difficult for Lord Lanmarok to cut off the food supply, but it will also encourage the arrogance of the rebels."

Lanmarok, who was being pointed at with a gun, glared at Tailu with some resentment, but did not say anything due to courtesy.

Lanmarok's move only emboldened Tailu's arrogance. He raised his voice slightly, "If the rear city is breached, the enemy will march straight to King's Ridge. By then, even if Camelot's walls are strong, they will be powerless to save the situation."

"I don't think so." Menechel turned his head and looked down at Tailu beside him. He only heard Menechel say: "It is understood that there are still sufficient supplies and troops in Camelot. If we abandon the rear city and lead the rebels to attack Camelot, then everyone in Camelot will work together to meet the enemy. Moreover, the enemy is too deep. If the operation is done properly, perhaps all of them can be dealt with."

Listening to Menechel's words, Artoria's eyes moved slightly as if she was thinking about something, as if she was really considering the feasibility of Menechel's plan.

"you"

Tailu's face turned blue with anger. He looked at Menechel, whose face almost had an expression of "I just want to squeeze the nobles' resources", and he was furious in his heart - he was a knight dependent on the nobles. In other words, the more resources the nobles had, the more he, Tailu, would suffer. Obviously, Knight Tailu, who knew very well that suffering a loss was a blessing, was not willing to enjoy it.

So he immediately knelt down and reported to Altria: "King, this man just defected and has no respect for you. He must be trying to act as an insider to destroy Camelot."

When Menechelle suggested luring the enemy soldiers to attack Camelot, Tello knew that he and the knight in front of him were destined to be on different paths, so even though he knew his advice would be useless, he still wanted to disgust Menechelle.