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

The knight in front of Menechel had a strange look on his face. He was Tailu's deputy. Because of Tailu, he knew a lot of things, so he was also very aware of the strength of the knight in front of him. The knight Menechel in front of him was a terrifying character who could kill the Queen of Hundred Knights alone and wipe out most of the knights.

If someone could accomplish such a feat before the other party could react, the deputy believed that they were no longer an assassin, but a great being like an angel.

"Yes, you can compare the wounds on Knight Commander Tailu's body. They were clearly cut by the knight's sword left at the scene."

No matter how Menichel explained, his deputy just smiled politely at the flawed excuses he made up.

As an orthodox knight, he should avenge Tailu to repay Tailu's kindness and fulfill the virtues of knighthood with his life. Fortunately, his deputy was not an orthodox knight, so he did not have to suffer this bad luck.

"I already know what happened." The deputy said with a serious face, but avoided the main point: "But Sir Menechel, you should know that you have betrayed the trust of the king and Knight Commander Tailu."

The deputy had already said everything he needed to say, and now his conscience would not be condemned. He did not dare to offend Menechelle. After all, Knight Commander Tylu was "assassinated" after only disgusting him for two days, and the deputy could not help but worry about his own safety.

He knew that if he handed over the power of the Knights Templar to the other party at this time, his situation would be adequately guaranteed, but his deputy still gritted his teeth and insisted on taking power under tremendous pressure. It was not out of any sense of professionalism or responsibility, but simply because he did not dare.

If he really did that, the nobles behind him would definitely make him disappear completely.

"All I can do is to avenge Knight Commander Tailu."

Menechel sighed and looked up at the only one of the three corpses that still retained a human form. According to him, Knight Commander Tailu was killed by this corpse.

The deputy nodded continuously, but then he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and twisted his neck stiffly as if it was broken: "How many intruders did you say there were?"

"Four - unfortunately it was too dark, so I only left three people." Menechel's tone was very low, but his ruby-like transparent eyes did not conceal his recklessness.

Threat, this is a clear threat. Kill three and keep one, this is obviously to leave an excuse for assassinating the next Knight Commander. Everyone knows that you, Menachel, are the real assassin, but who dares to say it out loud?

At this moment, the deputy really wanted to denounce Menechel's incompetence like a real boss, and even directly determine that he was suspected of treason.

But the deputy could only imitate Menechel and show a rather regretful expression. Although Menechel's position was one level lower than his, the other party was nominally King Arthur's special envoy. To say that King Arthur's special envoy had committed treason was equivalent to saying that King Arthur had committed treason, wasn't it?

The deputy clearly saw King Arthur's different attitude towards Menechel at the morning meeting that day. If things really got out of hand, King Arthur could just sentence the deputy to death with a casual remark like "Do you suspect me of being a traitor?"

A feeling of frustration and powerlessness surged into the deputy's heart. He hadn't felt this way for a long time since he became the deputy captain. He watched Menachel go away to rest, and he stood there, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Lord Ambi, Lord Tailu was clearly killed by him." A young knight behind the deputy was so angry that his eyes turned red. He whispered a reminder to the deputy in front of him who seemed to have not noticed the clues.

"Why didn't you say it just now?" Ambi glanced at the young knight who was speaking. It was a new face, probably a newcomer that Tailu had just recruited. Thinking of this, a hint of mockery flashed in Ambi's eyes.

As if venting his anger, Ambi took another step forward and spoke a little louder than before: "Why didn't you say it just now!"

"Because you don't dare." Amby stretched out his finger and tapped the knight's left chest, as if stimulating the young knight's heart through his chest again and again: "You don't really want to resist or fight to the death. You don't. You just want to use me to realize what you think is right."

The young knight was so angry that his chest flushed. He was full of passion and had forgotten all the chivalric rules. He just retorted, "I didn't!"

An older soldier among Ambi's personal soldiers immediately tried to stop them, but was dismissed by Ambi with a simple wave of his hand. Only he and the young knight in front of him were left at the scene.

The young knight seemed a little unconvinced. Amby narrowed his eyes and took it all in. He showed a surprised look: "Why? You don't think so?"

"I will avenge Lord Tailu."

Revenge? How can you take revenge? Even if all the 300 cavalrymen stationed in the city come together, they probably won't be a match for that monster. It's a miracle for you to come back alive.

But Ambi pretended to be very optimistic and patted the young knight on the shoulder: "It seems that I misunderstood you, good boy."

Then, seeing that there was no one around, Ambi quietly bent down, hooked his arm around the young knight's shoulders, and whispered the location of Menechel's tent.

Under the other party's incredulous gaze, Ambi smiled mysteriously and patted the young knight's shoulder again: "It's best to act tonight. Before that, can you tell me your name, young knight? "

After listening carefully for a while, Ambi sent the young knight away. He then called several personal soldiers, one team to guard the city gate to prevent the enemy from sneaking in, and the other team to protect Ambi's life.

After the explanation, Ambice said, "By the way, remove the name of the knight just now from the Knights' Order."

The fourth intruder who has not been found yet is like a sword hanging over Ambi's head, which may fall and take his life at any time.

At this point, it doesn’t matter who the fourth intruder is. Now, anyone can be the fourth intruder, just like the young knight who just left.

I forgot the time while playing games

Chapter 27: Opportunities always come to those who are prepared

2023-07-29

That night, the moonlight was unusually bright, enough for people to maintain a relatively clear vision even without any lighting tools.

But Menechel's expression was the opposite of the night. His face was filled with frightening anger, and the blood-stained sword in his hand was dripping with blood. Just now, he was assassinated. If it weren't for his timely premonition and the assassin's strength was too weak, he would probably have suffered some minor injuries.

Years of experience fighting in Utopia allowed Minechel's body to react before his brain in critical situations, but by the time Minechel's brain reacted, the enemy had already been cut in two and fell in a pool of blood.

Bend down, he saw a young unfamiliar face, which made Minachell's face look even worse. From the way the other party drew his sword and the pace of his escape, Minachell could judge that the fourth lurker last night should be Chamo. Even if it was not the old acquaintance Chamo, it should be a man of similar size to him, and definitely not the young man lying on the ground now.

So is there another enemy lurking in?

Menechel pondered and speculated with the greatest malice about the thoughts of the current commander of the Knights.

Perhaps the man in front of him was sent by the deputy to assassinate him? No, it should be said that he was sent to stop the assassination.

In the blink of an eye, Menichel had figured out everything. His implausible fourth lurker had been replaced by the two corpses in front of him.

Menicher had some understanding of his deputy's mood this morning. He knew the whole truth of the matter, but he just couldn't say it out loud. The difference was that what Menicher feared was justice.

The assassin was wearing normal soft armor and had only a bloodless knight's sword in his hand. There were only him and the assassin at the time of the crime. It is difficult to say who took the first move, or even whether the deceased took action.

Therefore, in order to preserve his reputation, the knight who died before his eyes could only be the fourth lurker who escaped from Menechel.

The sudden sound of footsteps beside his ears further confirmed Minachell's thoughts. Minachell took a deep breath to control the anger that was about to overflow from his face, and turned to look at his deputy who was standing there in surprise.

"Sir Menechel, you..."

Knight Ambi, who was said to have taken a long detour to go back and rest, heard an unusual noise on the road and hurried over to check. Now he had a look of wanting to say something but was hesitant to speak.

In order to prevent the corpse lying on the ground from suddenly getting up and killing Amby, Amby's voice could even be called deafening: "You killed the fourth lurker."

As we all know, the dead cannot kill people. Ambit deliberately emphasized the tone of the word "kill" and made a conclusion about the assassination.

"Yes, I killed him."

Although Menechel wanted to try to tell the truth, there was a high possibility of being bitten back, and then he would have to trouble Altria to clean up the mess.

He didn't want to be considered by the girl as a troublemaker, so Minechel quickly dismissed the idea.

Mutual compromise is the unspoken rule hidden behind the scenes, and Minashel has learned this rule without realizing it.

……

There was no possibility of subsequent infiltration. As Menechel had expected, Ambi had arranged knights to stand guard on every city wall, so the assassination attempt last night was quickly covered up.

But on the second day, the Knights of Tyru received an order to stop the enemy. With only 300 people fighting against thousands of people, Artoria certainly couldn't make such an outrageous mistake. But the fact was that Lanmarok's surprise attack was successful, burning the rebels' food supply in one fell swoop, and the rebels had no choice but to evacuate in batches.

Not only the Knights of Telue, but the six knightly orders belonging to Camelot also received the same order. There was even news that King Arthur was ready to lead his personal guards to fight together.

However, the acting commander Ambi was full of worry at this time. As the first pass facing the enemy, the Knights of Tailu would surely suffer heavy losses. If he was Tailu's deputy before, then he would have borne this responsibility. But now that Tailu is dead, Ambi has become the acting commander, and as the only leader, he still has to bear this responsibility.

So Anbi gritted his teeth and did not order the pursuit out of the city. As for the excuse, he had already thought of it. The order he received was to stop the enemy soldiers, not to go out of the city to meet the enemy. In order to prevent the enemy from counterattacking, he issued such an order.

As for King Arthur's punishment, Ambi was not too worried. As long as the combat effectiveness of the Knights Templar could be preserved and the nobles he relied on could protect him, after all, the current King Arthur was only the king of a small number of people.

The purpose of the meeting today was to discuss this matter. Ambi was not worried about the other people. The only one who made him worried was Menachel.

As a direct subordinate of King Arthur, the other party must have received the same news as him. It is impossible to suppress the news, so Ambi had to bite the bullet and reason with the other party.

But contrary to Tai'an's expectations, this troublemaker was surprisingly easy to talk to today. He quickly agreed after just a few instructions.

This abnormal situation not only failed to comfort Ambi, but made him feel uneasy - after all, only a dying person could be treated with such a casual attitude.

Is he going to assassinate again tonight?

Ambi thought to himself and secretly decided to add a few more guards to his bodyguard.

Menechel took in Ambi's nervous expression. He really had no intention of killing Ambi directly. After all, he was now the most orthodox knight in Camelot, and he couldn't do things as openly as he did when he was a rebel.

The reason why he agreed to Ambi's proposal was because he felt that defending the city would bring greater value.

Perhaps Ambi did not notice, but Menechel knew very well that even if he rode a fast horse, it would take a day for the letter from the back city to reach here, and it would take even longer for Lanmaroc to send the news of the successful food cut back to Camelot.

Unlike Camelot, where information was blocked, the rebels probably got the news as soon as the food supply was cut off, but they sent four people to secretly cross the city wall and enter the city two days ago.

Such a strange action is not consistent with the behavior of a troop that is about to withdraw, but rather more like preparation for a siege.

So the question is, where did the fourth enemy lurking in the city go...or in other words, were there really no other enemies sneaking in before Menechel discovered the four intruders?

Is there really only one rebel knight in this small outer city?

Menechel, who was addicted to the pleasure of seizing power, was somewhat overwhelmed by his own thoughts. At this moment, he was completely sober.

No more addiction to games

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 28: Enemies All Over the City

2023-07-29

Ever since five of Menicher's men were assassinated last time, Ambi has not arranged any new men for him, and Menicher has not been on field missions again. With this inexplicable tacit understanding, the two reached an agreement without saying a word.

In order to make up for the vacancy caused by Menechel's absenteeism, the already short-staffed Tylu Knights had to once again squeeze the labor of innocent subordinates, making their already scarce rest time even worse, so much so that in recent days, when Menechel was strolling around in the evening, he rarely saw knights meeting with ordinary residents in private.

Although he said he was just strolling around, Menechel wore his armor meticulously, even the head armor that he rarely wore after entering the city was worn neatly - this was a request made by Ambise, and Menechel was not brave enough to object to such a serious matter.

However, the overly eye-catching red armor immediately attracted the attention of most knights in the city, but few people stopped Menechel for this reason. The only reason was that they all respected the orders of Deputy Knight-Commander Ambi and ignored Menechel's strange behavior.

That night, Menechel wandered aimlessly on the empty streets as usual. The streets were under a temporary curfew due to the war and were deserted except for a few knights wearing uniforms and visors.

For some reason, Menechel's mood was a little complicated. He had a vague feeling that something big was going to happen, but he couldn't concentrate. No matter what he did, the feeling of anxiety was always with him, just like the instinctive resistance of an animal facing a disaster.

Could it be that he was too tired in recent days and did not have enough rest time? Ordinary humans probably thought so, but Menechel could no longer be called a human being in the strict sense. Ever since he bathed in dragon blood and ate dragon meat, Menechel's physique, which had been relatively stable due to the end of his growth period, had achieved an abnormal secondary growth. In terms of physical strength alone, Menechel was now closer to a dragon than a human.

Menechel once experimented and found that he could maintain a high level of concentration even without sleep for three days and three nights. As for what would happen after three days, it was unknown because Menechel thought there was no need to continue.

Therefore, Minachell was more inclined to believe that this anxiety was caused by the perception of danger. Thinking of this, Minachell repeatedly thought about what he had seen and heard in recent days, trying to filter out the doubts.

Lost in thought, Menechel didn't care at all that he was passing by a group of knights. As usual, Menechel's body avoided the oncoming knights. At the moment when the two sides were about to cross each other, the knight closest to Menechel suddenly jumped up, and the knight's dagger hidden in his hand rushed straight towards Menechel's defenseless chest and abdomen.

Almost instantly, his thoughts returned to his body. Menechel grabbed the short sword that was struggling with the hard armor, and with a little force between his thumb and index finger, he bent the blade and broke it. At the same time, he grabbed the attacker's head armor with his backhand and threw it down with force.

The overly strong force caused the attacker's body to bend in an exaggerated arc and fall downward, but the counterattack was not over. When the opponent's body was leaning downward, Menechel had already kicked out, and when his foot collided with the head, the iron helmet instantly sank as if it was useless, turning into a pool of discus.

After Menechel finished his attack, he immediately crossed the body of the knight in his hand and placed it between himself and the other knights.

The four knights who had been moving a little suddenly became quiet, and three of them turned their attention to the other knight.

It seems that this is the leader.

Such a big commotion occurred in a city full of patrols, but until now no sound of footsteps of anyone coming has been heard. This is very unusual and made Menechel alert.

"This kind of hardness is worthy of being an armor made of dragon scales."

Menechel looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was the knight who had just led the group. He slowly took off his helmet to reveal a middle-aged man whose face he was familiar but whose name he could not remember.

Menechel blinked his eyes. He had not been in office for long, and there were not many people he found familiar. In addition, as the man in front of him had just mentioned, "armor made of dragon scales", he seldom showed off his mythical armour to others.

"Are you Chamo?"

When Menechel said this name, it was as if a thin membrane between the two of them was torn apart, and that strange sense of familiarity immediately disappeared.

Compared to the high spirits of the last meeting, Chamo was much more depressed at this time. Thinking of how he almost killed all the knights under King Arthur in order to rescue him, Menechel's eyes gradually became wandering.

"It's amazing."

Qiamor did not have the intention to charge the enemy with an attack. He held the sword at his waist with one hand and walked forward step by step. His voice was hoarse and said, "Magic is really an amazing miracle. Just a small trick performed by a magician can determine the outcome of a war."

Menechel also reached for the big sword at the same time, but did not move. Perhaps out of a final feeling of guilt, he did not take action directly, but listened quietly to Chamo's intoxicated words.

He keenly caught the key words in Chamo's words, and the complicated thoughts in his mind connected in an instant, and his face immediately turned ugly.

Previously, he just ignored it because the offender looked familiar, but the appearance of Chamo shattered Menechel's last fantasy of "familiarity" - there was a curfew at night, and ordinary civilians simply did not have the courage to come out, so who were the civilians who frequently met with the knights in the city in private?

Hearing the sound of breaking air, Menichel almost subconsciously took a half step back, and the cold light brushed his abdomen and sank into the ground.

The figure of Chamo in front of him twisted and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had retreated three steps away. He held a strangely shaped curved-blade knight sword in both hands, and the frightening purple lines on the sword showed its extraordinaryness.

Clang——

The sound of glass breaking came from the purple curved blade, and cracks instantly spread throughout the entire sword.

Menechel's face changed. Starting from the place where he was hit in the abdomen, the dragon scale armor that he was so proud of suddenly began to emit purple flames. Under the burning flames, his armor seemed to be melting.

"Sir Menechel, no one may be your match in a one-on-one fight." Chamo put the sword back to his waist, and with a swish, the three knights beside him immediately came forward with weapons in hand, and Chamo himself did not stop and retreated in the opposite direction of Menechel.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the distance. Menechel didn't have time to think about it. He didn't even pay attention to the purple flames burning on his body. He held the weapon in both hands and swept the sword. The three knights attacking from three directions were split in half along with their weapons.

As a knight, Menechel knew very well what that roaring sound was - it was the sound of the city gate being opened. Someone, or the enemy, had lowered the city gate, and outside the city, one didn't need to guess to know that it must be the rebels who were pretending to "withdraw".

He took off his burning belly armor as he ran. He had to recapture the city gate as quickly as possible - before the rebel troops had completely entered the outer city.