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

His eyes were dazed for a moment, but immediately became clear.

He seemed to know the current timeline.

Then, a murderous look appeared in Menechel's eyes.

"okay, I get it."

【Chicken and rabbit in the same cage problem】

It is known that Arthur has one head and two legs, and Shumi has one head and two legs. Put Shumi and Arthur in a room. After a while, send a familiar to observe from above and only see a head, then kill it. Send another familiar to observe from below and see five legs, then kill it.

Q: What is the current state of the room?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 281 Vol. : Shining! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (VIII)

2023-07-29

The door of the reception room was pushed open, and several knights walked into the room, escorting a woman in a long robe and a veil.

The atmosphere in the room was very quiet. Even Kai, who loved to joke the most, stood aside without saying a word. Someone caught a glimpse of the knights who walked in one after another and recognized the identity of the person in the middle - that was King Arthur's sister, Her Majesty Morgan.

The five knights who surrounded Morgan like guards were also rising stars in Camelot in recent years. So some of them wanted to approach him and make polite remarks. But the idea was crushed as soon as it came out.

The clacking sound of armor echoed in the quiet reception room, and those who moved unusually after hearing the sound lowered their heads.

Menechel walked a few steps closer with the sword in one hand. His bright red eyes looked dull and without any obvious emotion. It seemed that he had really suffered a serious mental blow as Kai said in the report.

"Lord Menechel, stop."

The knight in golden armor held the sword at his waist with one hand and stretched out the other hand to block Menechel.

Menechel stopped six steps away from Morgan. He casually inserted the sword into the ground beside him, and the huge sword easily sank into the stone bricks.

From beginning to end, Morgan's guards kept their eyes on their hands near the hilt.

He slowly removed his hand from the hilt and placed it at his side. He looked at the knight who had spoken earlier - in the common sense given by the Holy Grail, he would be considered a little famous in the future, and would be known as the Holy Grail Knight of the Round Table, Boss.

But there is still a slight gap between this fashionable and green Bos and his Minashel.

Just at this moment, Morgan took the initiative to break away from the protection of the crowd. She took a few steps forward and stood two steps away from Menachel. At this distance, as long as Menachel was willing, he could chop off Morgan's head at any time.

The corners of Morgan's mouth, hidden under her veil, seemed to rise a little, but there was no abnormality in her voice: "Sir Menechel, the king has been entangled in years of war and has been unable to get away, but she is really worried about her trusted knight who lost her relatives, so she sent me to express her condolences on her behalf."

Menechelle did not respond. Morgan continued in a businesslike tone, "And considering your health, the command of this knight group will be temporarily handed over to Kai."

Kai's face turned pale when he was suddenly nominated. He clenched his fists and took a few steps away angrily.

Menechel suddenly took a step forward.

Qiang Qiang——

The sounds of swords being drawn came one after another. The five guarding knights behind him had already taken a defensive stance, but before they could move forward, Morgan raised his hand to stop them.

Morgan raised her face with a smile, and Menachel finally saw the true face hidden under the veil. The face that was exactly the same as Altria's except for the hair color made Menachel feel sick. He lowered his voice and said in a very light tone: "It's you, right?"

But compared to Minachell's suppression, Morgan's voice was unreserved: "I am here to express my condolences on behalf of the king."

She emphasized her identity.

Then her magic voice transmission sounded in Minechel's ears again: "So what if it's me?"

Even though it was the second time he heard such an answer, the rage in his heart that was about to burst out was still difficult to suppress. The flames of anger surged to his brain, and his rationality was instantly assimilated. He made the same choice as he had made in his previous life - Menechel's hand reached for the hilt of the greatsword beside him.

Almost at the moment he made this move, five knight swords were already pointed at him in no particular order.

His right hand, which was grasping the hilt of the sword, was blocked by Boss's sword. If he moved forward an inch, he would touch the blade. Two swords were pointed at his neck and shoulders respectively. The five knights stared at Menechel intently, waiting for his next instruction.

"Put down your swords! Without the king's order, you dare to point your swords at the Grand Duke who was personally appointed by the king - are you planning a rebellion?" Kai was the first to react. He roared, but the five knights kept drawing their swords without moving. Kai's anger grew even stronger. He rarely drew the knight's sword from his waist and cut off the corner of the square table next to him: "Put down your swords!"

"Put down your swords, my brave knights. Duke Lihe is a knight who has made great contributions to Camelot. How could he harm me? He just acted instinctively because he was too sad about being assassinated by his sister."

Morgan began to defend Menachere instead. She looked at Menachere, who kept repeating the empty gripping motion without saying a word, and spoke again: "Do you think I'm right, Lord Menachere?"

She was waiting for him to express his opinion, she was forcing him to surrender.

Menechel closed his eyes.

If he breaks with Morgan here, whether he can kill Morgan is still unclear, but after that, no matter what his will is, he will go against his long-cherished wish, his ideal and even the first half of his life's struggle.

When he was alive, he hesitated at this moment. At that time, he ruined his proud life for an untraceable nod. When he recovered and wanted to draw his sword again, he found that he could no longer lift his weapon.

Hands bound by sin and stained by blood cannot lift the so-called strongest weapon.

However, the strongest who couldn't even protect those around him, the mature one who couldn't even avenge his sister—

When he opened his eyes, the light in Menechel's eyes disappeared, leaving only a dark red in his pupils. He slowly loosened his hand, and Morgan, who saw this scene, smiled even more brightly. She quietly waited for the other party to surrender.

Menechel suddenly stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the opponent's head before Boss could react. He did not give Boss any time to react. He picked up Boss with one hand and threw him towards the four knights in front of him.

Menechel took another step forward and drew the greatsword at his side with his free right hand.

Without any delay, as smoothly as it had been thousands of times before, the dragon sword responded to Menechel, the blade breaking through the air with a sharp sonic boom.

——Fuck that kind of false reputation!

The next moment, blood spurted out.

Boss blocked Morgan with his body.

The four knights woke up as if from a dream, and they all raised their swords to block Morgan.

The purple magic glow shone, and the surrounding knights drew their swords under the influence of Morgan's magic.

Licking the blood on his face, Menechel looked around with a proud gaze, and raised his sword towards all the knights.

Such provocative behavior became the beginning of the killing.

Whether slashing horizontally or vertically, each of his swords took away large numbers of lives, and the smell of blood polluted the air around him.

His heart beat wildly in his chest.

But he was old after all, with white hair, and every time he swung his sword he would be injured by attacks that he could not prevent.

His vision suddenly began to blur - this was not due to his emotions, but a sign that his dream was collapsing.

He forced his eyes open and looked at Morgan who was hiding behind the Knight Rider - he had finally made up his mind, and he was unwilling to give up just like that!

Menechel was panting. He held the dragon sword in his hand, feeling the vibration of the sword and the vibration of his own heart.

Trembling, trembling.

The decayed and cold body began to bleed hot blood.

The exploding lightning snake burst out from his body after a long absence, and the thunder rose from the sword, reaching its peak when he raised the sword.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes disappeared completely, his black and white hair fluttered in the air, and the ink color seeped into his hair. His lungs no longer twitched, he no longer felt cold, he no longer felt tired, and he became the First Knight again.

He captured the city alone, unparalleled in the world.

Everything disappears when the sword falls. All sounds are silenced in the thunder, and all shapes and colors are dimmed in the thunder.

After the thunder, everything was silent.

But whether it was intentional or not, the lightning snake did not hurt Morgan at all, but the knight in front of her, the magic barrier she raised, and even the owner of the sword were all wrapped up by the lightning snake.

After the thunder that was like a natural disaster, there was a long period of tranquility.

A thick layer of smoke and dust blocked Morgan's vision.

——No one can survive.

Although she thought so, her body was still trembling and she wanted to leave.

In a trance, a creepy feeling surged into her heart. She turned her head stiffly, only to see a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly flashing in the smoke and dust behind her that had not yet dissipated. Somehow, a feeling of being locked arose in her heart.

She opened her mouth and felt it was difficult to breathe.

When the smoke cleared, Morgan looked at Menachel, who was breathing heavily against his sword, at his charred arms, and at his body, which was disintegrating bit by bit.

Watching the other person getting closer step by step.

She forgot to escape.

"Morgan..."

She heard the hoarse voice of the knight in front of her, as if it was a ghost from hell. And the other party's current state was indeed no different from that of a ghost.

The thick blood on the blade suppressed everything to the extreme, crushing a thousand years of anger, a thousand years of confusion, a thousand years of regrets. The blood was so thick that it almost turned into blood and flowed out.

With the first strike of his sword, he cut off Morgan's arm, which was charred before it even hit the ground.

“Uhhhhhhhhh—”

Morgan screamed and fell to her knees, holding her severed limbs.

But Menechel did not hesitate. With the second sword, the third sword, and the fourth sword—

The screams went from being terrible to being barely audible at the end.

The Tenth Sword

He smashed what was left of Morgan's head with the back of his sword.

After doing all this, his body was riddled with holes like broken porcelain.

His body swayed and finally fell to the ground safely.

【correct answer】

Shumi turned Arthur's hands into feet, and made him lie on the ground with all four feet. He put one foot on Arthur's head and the other foot on the ground, with his hands on his waist and his head raised proudly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 282 Vol. Brilliant! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (Part )

2023-07-29

Altria frowned. Compared to the previous insignificant dreams, her face was gloomy after this shared dream. She pursed her lips unconsciously and looked up at Menachel, who had not said a word since waking up from the dream. He supported his head with one hand and sipped the wine in the glass.

Unpleasant, very unhappy.

Altria pouted, wondering why she had to pay for the behavior of her subordinates and Morgan's little tricks. Altria saw clearly that every time Menachel gave in, he was consuming the friendship between them - she obviously did nothing!

Going on like this, until Menechel could no longer suppress the haze in her heart, Artoria recalled Menechel's last letter sent on her face by Mordred on the hill of Camlan .

She didn't want her relationship with Minachell to become like that between Arthur and Minako.

Altria Alter put the cup down, and the cup base collided with the square table with a low sound, which focused everyone's attention on her. Altria Alter looked at Minako and said sincerely: "Let me do it next."

“Hey, hey?” Minanako responded to Altria with an exaggerated expression of surprise: “Shouldn’t the drinking game be left to the gigolo? Miss King Arthur, you are so active, are you really thinking about something bad…”

"No." Alter frowned unhappily. She had already thought of a suitable scene and was interrupted. Her tone became even colder. She urged, "Hurry up."

Minanako stared at Altria deeply, then turned to look at Avril, but Avril just lowered her head, seeming to be still immersed in the dream just now.

Minanako withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes. White smoke dissipated, blocking everyone's vision within a few breaths.

Alter closed her eyes and felt her consciousness being stripped away bit by bit. She seemed to have come to a chaotic sea of ​​pure white.

——Mordred’s dream gave her inspiration. Since the memories of her and him in life were drowned in the whirlpool of suffering, beautiful memories would be created after death.

Just as her consciousness was about to leave her body, Altria heard Minanako's words in a half-asleep state.

"Really don't think about those messed up things. Although my dream can make you feel the same way, you should think clearly. There are more than just you and him here. Everyone sitting here is your acquaintance."

"I already said no."

Alter opened her eyes angrily, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was stunned. At this moment, she was looking at the whole world from a bird's-eye view. This perspective was not unfamiliar to her. She had used this perspective when she shared dreams as a spectator several times before.

But isn't this her dream?Why did she become a spectator again!

……

Not good, very bad.

Cold sweat was almost dripping from his forehead.

Arthur put on a stern face and tried to make himself look more like an ordinary little character in the dream, but such a trick could not fool the person he wanted to fool the most.

Of all the people present, the only one besides him who could have the special character of [Male King Arthur] appear in his memories was Minanako, and he had no way of avoiding it.

——In this way, wouldn’t the fact that he had been pretending to be unconscious be completely exposed to everyone?