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

But before Menichel could take a few steps forward, several low sounds of breaking through the air were quietly approaching.

Several arrows simultaneously attacked Menachere's defenseless chest and abdomen.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 29 The Wind Is Strong

2023-07-29

The angle of the archer was very tricky. Even though he had caught the tiny sound of breaking through the air mixed in with the noise, Menechel reacted in time. However, the target was too large. Even though Menechel had tried his best to twist his body, the two tailless arrows still easily pierced his lower abdomen, where he had just taken off his armor.

Feeling a stinging pain, Menechel immediately rolled over to avoid the second round of arrows. At this time, he was gradually surrounded by circles of knights. Some of them were wearing uniform knight armor, some were wearing civilian clothes, and some were wearing a variety of armor of the rebels, but the flashing cold metal showed the hostility of this group of people.

Perhaps it was because the noise caused by Menichel's counterattack on three people just now was too loud. When he looked up, he saw dozens of people around. He could still hear the shouting that was gradually getting weaker, but no reinforcements appeared.

When he pulled out the arrow that had pierced his abdomen, the blood that came out immediately dyed the lining red. A numbing sensation that was even more unbearable than the pain came from the injured area, and the irritating feeling made Menechel's eyes turn red.

Is there something wrong with the arrow, or the purple flame?

He was thinking so at this time, but the enemy did not give him a chance to think. It was not a one-on-one duel of chivalry. Those neatly dressed "Iron Knights" rushed forward, with the weapons in their hands either stabbing or slashing directly at Menechel's vital points.

This was different from the last time when they relied on a surprise attack at night to defeat a group of knights. Perhaps they had learned from the last lesson, but after the rebels entered the city they set fires everywhere. The flames that reached the sky dispelled the darkness, so that even at night their vision was not limited.

The first enemy had already pounced upon him. Menechel's pupil stretched rapidly at this moment, making one almost think it was a vertical pupil. The dark black and red in the pupil replaced the ruby ​​red luster.

Killing intent, or inhuman aura, spread from around Menechel, the scorching magic power wandered freely on his body surface, and the almost materialized magic power spontaneously surged to his arms. A loud bang containing thunder was heard, and the knight who rushed out first was knocked back at a faster speed, and several knights behind him were plowed out of a gap.

The swelling in his arm made Menechel almost think that his limb was broken, but soon a surge of magic soothed the discomfort.

The horrific and violent attack just now made the originally chaotic scene quiet immediately, but in just a moment, the gap was filled again.

Several arrows took advantage of this opportunity to shoot at Menechel's lower abdomen and face respectively, coordinating with the surrounding knights gradually enclosing them, they faintly blocked all of Minechel's dodging space.

But the few back arrows didn't hurt Menechel, to be precise, it had already scorched and disintegrated when it touched the magic layer on Menechel's body surface.

Menechel turned his head alertly and saw the hidden lookout behind him at a glance. He turned his sword and slashed several knights who were blocking his side with one sword. The red magic steam on his body was also stained with a hint of blood because of the spilled blood.

The idea of ​​rushing to the city gate quickly has failed, so - I have no choice but to kill them all.

What emerged in Menechel's eyes was the most primitive hysteria of a living being. He did not consider the feasibility of doing so and gave up taking off his armor. He let the flames on the armor continue to spread and blacken. Menechel changed his previous method of clearing the field with the back of the sword. At this time, with the blessing of magic power that came from nowhere, he grasped the big sword with both hands, and he killed one person in two with almost no hindrance when the sword was raised and slashed.

It was too late to retract the blade, and several steel spears pierced him again. Menechel simply gave up his defense and let those spears pierce several blood holes on his body.The pain was fleeting, and a smile distorted by the pain appeared on Menechel's face. He swung his sword again, and killed all the knights in the cage in front of him with just one sword.

The body that was cut into two pieces fell slowly and rhythmically. The too dense gun blades were stuck in Menechel's muscles, effectively restricting his wild sword skills and blocking Menechel's movements.

He gritted his teeth and cut off all the gun barrels outside his body, but the pain from the gun tip that was still stuck in his body increased even more.

Fortunately, there was no further bleeding. Granulation tissue grew at the wound of Menechel and filled it.

Later, he would have to cut his body open and take out the spear blade, Menechel thought—if he could survive, then let’s do this.

He swung the sword again and again, and his body suffered injuries one after another. His back and front were covered with densely packed tiny scars. The almost maddening feeling of heat and pain did not defeat Menechel. He seemed to have returned to the painful time when he absorbed dragon's blood. His body was torn apart again and again, but was forcibly glued together.

Menechel's magic power is infinite, and the faint but ever-present pale blood-colored light is reflected in this small space. He doesn't know how many enemies he has cut. He just swings his sword over and over again, raises his hand, and falls. , raised his hand again, and swung his sword again.

The spurting blood spread over the armor that Menechel was about to take off. The bloodstains on the scabby armor were countless, just like the countless waves of enemies around him.

Finally, another knight jumped over the bodies of his companions and stabbed the seemingly tottering Menechel with hope.

Menechel swung his arm, and the exaggeratedly large bright red heavy sword was swung out along with his somewhat weak arm as if it were an extension of his arm. The sharp blade scratched the gun barrel and cut the attacker in two.

At this moment, the armor hanging on both sides of Menechel snapped together as if alive. He slightly adjusted the joints and put on the armor again.

He habitually sheathed his sword and swung it again, but this time the sword, which never missed, missed. Only then did Menechel notice that the knights around him, whose blood had surged to their boils, had turned into a pool of hot blood and minced meat scattered on the ground.

Killed them all.

Menechel was a little dazed. He moved his feet, but found that there was no place for him to stand among the pile of corpses with upper and lower bodies.

The magical radiance that had been radiating from his body was extinguished at this moment, and Menechel supported his body with his sword to prevent himself from lying with the corpses.

"One person should be left behind."

Menachel couldn't help but whisper, his voice a little hoarse perhaps because of exhaustion. He took off the head armor and wanted to throw it aside, but he disliked the surrounding environment and had to hold it temporarily. He looked down at the intact armor on his body and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

This feeling of being able to defeat a thousand enemies alone seems to be pretty good - if possible, I can try it again next time.

But in the brief moment when Menechel lowered his head, an arrow came flying at him and caught him just as he was about to raise his head.

Before his body could react, an arrow——grazed Menechel’s scalp and flew behind him.

puff.

One person fell to the ground, and Menechel took back his sword with some regret. The attacker was killed by an arrow, and Menechel had no habit of whipping the corpse.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the stage, only to find that the person on it was the knight Chamo who had disappeared for a while. He just casually threw down a knight and gave Menechel a flattering smile.

No wonder... there hadn't been any flying object attacks for a while. Only then did he notice that the city gate that had just been opened had quietly closed.

"This fence-sitter."

Minashel did not look at Chamo, but Chamo spoke up: "The commander is still in the central city."

Menechel's expression became serious, and he gave up the idea of ​​demolishing the tower and killing Chamo. He only heard the other party continue to say: "Just now someone fled towards the central city. I was afraid of hurting you by mistake, so I didn't stop him."

I was sniped while playing games, so I came back to update

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 30 But opportunities are sometimes snatched away by those who are not prepared

2023-07-29

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The originally peaceful and tranquil outer city was almost instantly drowned in the sound of shouting and killing.

As the most core tower and central camp in the outer city, they had long been under the control of Ishu Diat, the younger brother of the Hundred Knights King. Upon hearing the good news of his brother's death, he had no time to disguise himself and immediately rushed to the front line to take charge of the situation.

On the one hand, he wanted to prevent his country's elite from being used as cannon fodder by other countries, and on the other hand, he wanted to fulfill his brother's last wish to unify the whole of Britain again.

He was somewhat proud of the current situation, and used almost all the troops he could mobilize to create the illusion that the rebels were retreating in Britain. This was also thanks to the interception of the food supply route, otherwise with King Arthur's shrewdness, he might not have been easily fooled.

"You are Tailu, the leader of the Tailu Knights."

Almost at the moment the city gate was lost, Ishu Diat and his men occupied the central camp. The knight Ambi, who had just fallen asleep in the camp and had no time to prepare, immediately became a prisoner.

"I am Ambi, the acting Knight Commander of the Telu Knights."

Ambi, wearing chalk-white inner armor, lowered his head. Shame made it difficult for him to raise it. If he had not been afraid of death, he would have committed suicide to apologize.

“Not Ty Lu.”

Yi Xiu was stunned, and gave up the idea of ​​having someone beheaded as a warning to others. He kicked Ambi, who was crawling on the ground, and forced him to look at him: "Where are the Teluk people? Don't think about hiding it, otherwise..."

"Lord Yixiu." A gray armored knight hurried in, "The city gate has been lost."

Ishu was stunned and looked at the knight who came to report in disbelief. He thought for a moment that the other party was reporting to the wrong person - shouldn't the loss of the city gate be reported to Ambi on the ground?

But as the successor of the Hundred Knights King, Ishu immediately came to his senses. He grabbed the long sword at hand and asked the knight who had just reported: "How many enemies are there, and who is the leading knight?"

"One...one person"

The reporter's voice trembled, as if someone had a knife on his neck. Ixu showed a surprised expression as if he was making fun of me. In order to prevent the escaped fish in the city from taking back the city gate, he specially dispatched 300 knights to guard the city gate, and nearly 1,000 knights were roaming around.

Apart from these knights who were sent out, Ixu himself had only a dozen or so guards around him.

"Immediately mobilize the knights from all over the city. We must not let him escape."

A fierce look flashed in Ishu's eyes. In order to seize the territory of Britain in one fell swoop, he used three thousand knights as bait and took more than a thousand knights to take risks. He would never let the country be destroyed by one person.

The knight who reported the news responded in a low voice, turned around and ran out. Ishu turned his gaze back to Ambi on the ground, and he pulled a ferocious smile at the trembling man: "Your knight commander is really good at martial arts."

Ambi was so frightened by the other party's sneer that he trembled. Combining it with the information he had just heard, he thought of Menasher, who was extremely incompatible with him. He opened his mouth to explain something, but at this moment a head flew in from outside.

I don't know if it was intentional, but the head happened to hit the side of Ambi knight, and the exploded flesh immediately filled the mouth that had just opened.

The sudden change made all the sounds in the central camp disappear in an instant. The strong and sickening smell of blood, accompanied by the dull "da da" sound over and over again, filled the airtight tent of the central camp, causing the experienced fighters on the battlefield around them to change color.

"The city gate is under my control."

It was a low male voice that seemed to be suppressing something, and the dull and suffocating atmosphere began after this voice. The door screen of the big tent was easily cut, and a black and red knight approached step by step from the outside.

On the heavy knight's armor, which was so thick that the original color could hardly be distinguished, blood flowed down the smooth lines. On the sword, the face armor, and even the foot guards, there were still blood scabs that had not yet completely solidified.

As soon as the newcomer appeared, several of Ixu's personal guards rushed up at an extremely fast speed and surrounded the red knight from all sides, but no one dared to take action.

Ixu drew his sword but did not move forward. He glanced at the blood-soaked knight in front of him with some fear. That amount of bleeding was definitely not just that of one or two people.

"A bunch of rubbish, they can't even stop one person."

Ixiu's face turned pale. He grabbed Ambi, who was lying on the ground retching, and used her body to block himself.

"Of course they can't stop it."

"Do it!"

The two people's voices rang out almost at the same time, and immediately several knights who were surrounding Menechel rushed over. Menechel held the sword in one hand slowly and calmly, with simple horizontal slashes without any fancy moves, but the low sonic boom that erupted was almost deafening.

In a flash of sword light, a knight collapsed to the ground powerlessly, and the weapon in his hand and his body were cut in half.

Several sounds of metal clashing were heard, and the spear, which had always been effective, stopped being sharp when it came into contact with the heavy armor. Even though the spear shaft was bent due to excessive force, it was still unable to break through the protection of the dragon armor.

The three guards knights who were closer because of the attack made it easier for Menechel. The greatsword flipped in his hand as if it had no weight, and with a sideways slash, he took off the heads of the three knights.

The warm blood created a white mist in the cold autumn night, and Menechel casually swung the blood on the sword.

His voice was filled with excitement that was hard for ordinary people to detect: "Because there are no living people outside - now, there are only two people here."

Yi Xiu's sword-holding hand was trembling. He thought of the possibility of horror, and there was a hint of hysteria in his voice: "You... kill them all! Impossible! Even if there are a thousand wild dogs, it won't be possible..."

All in all, it has only been an hour since he entered the city.

"Of course, wild dogs will also run away, but the guys outside don't seem to have learned that."

Menechel walked towards Ishu step by step. The warmth and smell of his body almost drove the young king crazy.

As Minachell advanced, Ishu finally couldn't help but retreat. He pressed down on Ambi, and as if he had finally made up his mind, he shouted, "No..."

Just as he opened his mouth, an overwhelming shadow enveloped Ishu's entire body. Menachel held the sword with both hands and cut Ishu in half along with Ambi.

"It's a pity that the rescue was not timely and Knight Commander Ambidex died."

As he spoke, he took off the headgear that had turned black, revealing Menechel's pale face. The long-lost feeling of powerlessness made Minechel slowly sit down against the big tent, and the big sword was also let go. The abdomens of the two corpses.

It was really dangerous - if there were even ten more knights, he would not have the strength to continue fighting.

Waves of dizziness surged into his heart, but Menechel only dared to rest for a moment. He forced himself to stand up, but the heavy armor had become a considerable hindrance.

He took off his armor and picked up a rapier that was dropped on the ground by an unknown knight. Outside, there was still a problem with his old acquaintance Chamo that had not been resolved.

These two chapters are from yesterday

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 31 Chamo (Indifference)

2023-07-29

Of course, Chamo was not the kind of person who would stay there and wait to die. When Minashel straightened his back again and patrolled the outer city, he made sure that he did not find a second living being.

The city gate that was tightly closed when he left was now open, silently indicating Chamo's movements - of course, it could not be ruled out that this was just a trick of Chamo, but as one of the few knights who knew about Menechel's dragon-slaying experience, he did not think that the other party would act alone.

Unless your weakness has been discovered by the other party.

Thinking of this, Menechel's body couldn't help but shake. He forced himself to sit slowly on the city wall. The magic power that seemed inexhaustible before disappeared immediately once he was out of the battle. Only the dizziness and fatigue like a tide washed over Menechel's remaining rationality again and again, and the gun blade fragments in his body also hurt slightly.

It was comfortable during the previous battle, but now it’s hard to endure.

Menechel smiled self-deprecatingly and looked into the distance. On the vast plain that seemed to have no end, a red sun was rising slowly. The quiet and gentle light drove away the surrounding silence and coldness.

Outside the city wall, there was the peaceful and tranquil rising sun, while inside the city wall was a hellish sea of ​​corpses and blood. The city wall was like a natural moat separating the human world from hell. Menachel was leaning on the wall, breathing the slightly smelly air blowing from behind and enjoying the long-lost sunshine. It was obviously just an ordinary thing, but this unusually comfortable feeling made Menachel close his eyes.

It seems like it would be nice to just fall asleep like this.

"That won't work."

Just when Menechel's consciousness was about to completely fade away, he heard a hazy and vague voice in his ears, unable to distinguish between male and female, old and young.

Menachel opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was a white figure like an angel.

"Teacher Merlin."