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

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

But he couldn't bear to see Altria so depressed. He took the lead to leave and end the party tonight to leave Altria some space to relax, but before he could stand up, Altria called him:

"Menechel, wait."

The girl's voice regained some of its vitality, but one could still hear that she was trying to be calm. Menachel stopped getting up and waited for Altria's next words.

If these are childish and innocent words, let them end here.

"Those knight orders that have lost their leaders will probably be handed over to you temporarily. There are very few people in Camelot that I can trust. Although Gao Wenqing and his men are trustworthy, their reputations are not enough to convince others. Teacher Merlin will definitely not agree to it, so after thinking about it, only you are the most suitable."

"Hey?"

Menechel was stunned. He didn't expect that Altria would explain important matters in a serious manner.

"But if a rebellion breaks out, it will probably be you alone... I don't think I'll be able to leave Camelot any time soon."

Menechel understood this very well. After all, compared to his momentary pleasure, the consequences that Altria had to bear were very troublesome - it seemed a bit strange to say this.

"Leave it to me. This is my duty." Minachell nodded, as if thinking of the girl in his memory who was looking forward to the future. A rare gentle arc appeared on the corner of Minachell's mouth: "I will help you build your ideal country."

Altria avoided Menechel's gaze at this moment. She felt deep affection from Menechel's eyes, but she didn't know how to respond to this feeling. So the girl could only say stiffly: "I'm just a little sorry that you just declared that you would be my personal guard."

"It can be considered that the merits and demerits offset each other."

Menechel did not notice the change in Altria's mood and he continued to joke around.

But he never imagined that his casual remark could actually become a plausible excuse.

Just the day after the night talk, Menechel was temporarily assigned to a knight group as the temporary leader for his contribution in "suppressing the rebellion", and Lanmarok and others who were brought with him were also promoted along with him.

Menechel could not name the specific people, but judging from their looks, they were all former guards of Artoria. The girl's intention to control the military power in one fell swoop was obvious, making the incident of "rebels massacring nobles" which was already a fig leaf even more untenable.

But all this was left to Altria to worry about. At this time, Menechel, led by a one-armed knight, had successfully found the knights who were temporarily assigned to his command.

"I just didn't expect you to be my deputy."

Menechel looked at Lanmarok, who was wearing white armor and a silver helmet beside him. Menechel did not hide his disgust - perhaps he was just jealous that Lanmarok came riding a white horse.

"This is the king's will."

Lanmarok, who seemed to wear a helmet all year round, jumped off the white horse's back nimbly. He took the reins and the white horse immediately rubbed his cold hand guard docilely.

Minashel, who had thought that Lanmarok would at least retort a few words, felt a little bored by Lanmarok's serious answer. He turned his gaze to the obedient white horse and took a few steps closer.

As if being targeted by some high-level predator, the originally quiet and obedient horse twisted its head angrily when Menechel turned his gaze towards it, and its continuous snorting surprised its owner, Lanmarok.

"What did you do to it?"

The huge force from the reins in his hand made Lanmarok realize the seriousness of the matter, and he immediately turned around and questioned Minashel.

Menechel was also a little at a loss, but being curious, he had some other ideas at this moment.

He stretched out a hand as if wanting to touch the horse's head, and decided to just kill it - it seemed like he had never eaten horse meat before.

A strange thought, or an almost instinctive thought, emerged in Menechel's mind. His pupils gradually dilated, clearly reflecting the white horse's expression at the moment, which was a pleasant thrill for the (dragon).

But before his hand got close, Lanmarok slapped it away. Minachell turned his head and met Lanmarok's angry eyes, which he could still feel even through the helmet.

His human emotions immediately returned, and Menasheel closed his eyes tightly and calmed himself down a little. Just as he was about to apologize for his rude behavior, he suddenly heard a muffled "puff" sound.

The white horse bent its four hooves and fell to the ground, as if it was under some invisible pressure.

This is a little hard to explain - or rather, it was Ma who made the first move.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 37 [Friends of Animals] Achievement Completed

2023-07-29

Fortunately, Lanmarok was a generous man, and after the temporary "veterinarian" Merlin diagnosed and confirmed that there was nothing serious, he reluctantly accepted Minachell's apology and did not part ways with Minachell for the sake of the overall situation.

This made Minachel, who was the party in the wrong and the person involved, feel a little embarrassed.

But Menechel had put all these insignificant little things behind him. In order to deal with the rebellion that would inevitably break out again in the near future, what Menechel urgently needed to do now was to quickly take control of the knights under his command.

From Menechel's outstanding record of annihilating his own knights twice, it can be seen that this annihilation engine only learned how to fight the enemy during his long wandering career in the utopia, and he knew nothing about other aspects.

But after Lanmarok's reminder, Minashel, who had no idea at first, suddenly had an idea.

"I said, can you really do this?"

Lanmarok stood beside Menechel and asked in a low voice. Then he seemed to suddenly realize that his words were inappropriate and immediately added: "If you die, it will be difficult to explain to the king."

At this time, Minashel, who was feeling guilty towards Lanmarok, had difficulty suppressing his desire to fight back and could only say dryly, "Believe in my strength."

Lanmarok, who had some conflicts with Menichel, immediately withdrew. He stood as far away from Menichel as possible, and fell into deep thought as he looked at Menichel after he took off his hard armor.

Although he had heard rumors that Menachel could defeat a thousand enemies alone, regardless of the water content of this anecdote, Lanmarok felt that at least half of this strength of "one against a thousand" was due to the opponent's armor and weapons.

But at this time, Menechel gave up these two advantages as if to prove that "he was strong, not his weapons". He entered the training ground wearing only the most ordinary soft armor and holding an ordinary rapier, while his opponents were more than two hundred knights on war horses.

As far as open fields are concerned, the individual combat capability of a mounted knight is inherently stronger than that of an infantry knight. However, in Lanmarok's impression, Menechel does not seem to have any experience fighting against mounted knights. After all, riding a horse becomes an obstacle in the complex terrain of the back city.

Although each knight's weapon was covered with a soft cushioning layer, the collision of the horses alone was enough to kill a person - could it be that Menechel was going to continue to perform the "magic" he used on his white horse yesterday?

Thinking of this, Lanmarok, wearing armor, frowned and looked at the situation in the field. The visual impact caused by the charge of nearly three hundred knights was huge. The dust and loud noise raised by the horses' hooves alone were enough to make people tremble with fear.

Not as good as a dragon.

Minachel thought casually. He ignored Mr. Merlin's advice to take care of himself. Red and black arcs of electricity flashed on the surface of his body bit by bit. He felt a bloating and his skin exposed outside the soft armor was gradually stained with a light black color. Different from the charred black color caused by high temperature burns, this color was closer to night.

Menechel had never forgotten that Merlin had once said that it was impossible for him to successfully perform even the simplest magic with his physical condition, so he was very clear that his posture was not "releasing magic power" in the traditional sense.

He had experienced this state carefully during his convalescence. It was closer to "exploitation" than "release", destroying body tissues in exchange for a brief burst of power and magic. However, Menechel's body was a magical physique that could automatically repair itself with the help of magic.

In the end, Minachell found a shortcut entrance as if he had found a bug. As for the sequelae, he would have to worry about them in the future.

But at this time, Menechel did not want to suppress the mere two hundred knights by force. What he wanted was "God's will". In his shallow and almost negligible official consciousness, as the acting leader who killed the original leader of the knights, only the chosen one could restrain them once and for all.

Under the stimulation of pain, Menicher's muscles tensed uncontrollably, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face due to the intense stimulation. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and Menicher could even feel the heat wave with a strong fishy smell coming towards him.

Everything in the field of vision began to slow down. The horse's hoof seemed to be stretched to countless moments from being raised to falling. The blood-red pupils were also stretched, almost becoming vertical pupils.

But it was in this strange state that the red and black magic power began to spread around, and the aura belonging to the fantasy species that was originally only around the surface of the body spread around along with electric arcs.

The knights who had only received orthodox training on horseback were so frightened by the strange scene that they quickly used the weapons at hand to protect their faces. The electric snakes quickly passed through layer after layer of cavalry, so the knights who had entered the first level of alert were horrified to find that they seemed to be fine.

But before they could realize the significance of this "good-looking but useless" face-saving project, the horses suddenly rushed forward in layers like a plague, and remained in a kneeling position and trembled as if threatened by a superior predator.

The knights who were still charging were thrown away by the sudden backstab of their mounts. Menechel simply dodged a few knights who were rushing towards his position.

He dropped the broken sword in his hand, which was only used for decoration, bit by bit. The sharp fragments cut through the gauntlet but could not even pierce the skin of his right hand. The howling sounds around him continued. The knights who fell from the high-speed horses had temporarily lost their ability to fight.

On the other side of the martial arts arena, the deputy who did not participate in the charge and was sitting in the rear, or rather the former deputy, stared at this weird scene of the "Hundred Horse Pilgrimage" with his mouth wide open in disbelief, but from his trembling body, it can be seen that he was shocked by this scene that seemed like a natural disaster.

It would probably be more effective if some blood could flow.

"How about it."

Menechel looked at Lanmarok, who was walking towards him at a leisurely pace, and raised his head with a disdainful smile. He did not look at the only surviving former deputy. Although the opponent's horse was still standing stubbornly due to the distance limit, it was probably unable to charge.

"You are so brave that you dare to put into practice today the ability you discovered yesterday. You are not afraid of making mistakes."

Although he had expected it, Lanmarok still couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

Menechel smiled but said nothing. How could he have only used it once? He had practiced it countless times. After Lanmarok left, the white horse that was still recuperating with Teacher Merlin began to tremble when it saw Menechel.

And this was the real reason why Menachel felt guilty when he saw the ignorant Lanmarok.

White Horse Discrimination Minesher

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 38: Rebellion

2023-07-29

According to Merlin, this was not simply the breath of a dragon, but a mixture of various fantasy species blended together from Menechel's body - from this perspective, Menechel was no longer a simple human being.

For ordinary creatures with lower intelligence, it is an irresistible suppression. It is a pity that this suppressive force seems to be ineffective against humans.

However, possessing this unexpected ability did not bring any qualitative leap to Menechel's individual combat capability. He was confident that he could behead the horse before the cavalry reached him.

But this does not mean that this "suppression" is really useless. When the two armies are fighting, facing a large group of cavalry charging, he can completely rely on this suppression of horses to easily harvest the enemy. Menicher can completely create a group of "special combat forces against cavalry."

The only problem now is that this suppression does not distinguish between friend and foe. To achieve the desired goal, the problem of losing the combat capability of the cavalry is solved. After two days of trying without success, Minachell finally found a solution - to eliminate all the guys who caused this problem.

More than 200 elite mounted knights under Menechel were instantly downgraded to foot knights. Fortunately, the deterrence brought by Menechel's feat of "fighting against a hundred knights" not long ago was still there, and although there were still complaints, no one dared to speak.

"You will run into problems sooner or later if you manage like this." Altria said as she annotated the memorial in her hand, "What will you do if a mutiny occurs on the battlefield?"

"I don't know much about management. I only know how to chop people." Menichel had a broken-pot attitude, but his voice revealed a bit of helplessness. While devoting all his energy to physical training, Menichel had to give up other aspects of learning. He even gave the training of the knights to Lanmarok.

He didn't want to upset Altria if he could help it.

"I'll let Aguguiwen help you."

Suddenly, Altria spoke, she stopped what she was doing, stretched a little, and the alopecia on the girl's head rose and fell with her movements.

Minachell, whose attention was completely focused on the hair that was jumping up and down, just looked nonchalant, saying "it's up to you to decide."

Seeing this, Artoria couldn't help but puff up her cheeks a little, and her lovely emerald eyes glared at Menechel fiercely: "This is not a trivial matter that can be ignored. This concerns your life."

"So I trust your decision."

Menechel looked back without showing any weakness, but his tone was not tough at all: "Because I trust you, I can trust you without reservation, I can leave these matters to you, and I can execute your orders without thinking at all."

Altria looked at Menechel in a daze. The girl's heart seemed to be pulled by something invisible. Her heartbeat was very fast, but she still forced herself to turn her head away.

"It's really cunning to say something like that."

Her voice was stammering, no longer as bold as before, and the low volume was completely covered by the vague tone. After all, she was just a teenage girl, and she could no longer maintain the dignity of a king when accepting such a confession, but feeling the burning gaze, Altria had to turn her head away again.

The girl's lovely expression made Minachell unable to help but curl the corners of his mouth. Even if the voice just now was very small, it could not escape his ears. This taboo feeling of contrasting cuteness in front of and behind others made Minachell's heart beat a little faster.

He recalled what Mr. Merlin had said, was this love? Menachel didn't know, but this excitement, different from the one he felt during battle, intoxicated him, so he could just assume it was love - when did this love that he couldn't help but feel even if he didn't want to admit it start?

To this day, he can no longer tell whether he was absorbed by the paradise described by the girl or was longing for the girl who described the paradise.

"Menechel, there is something I need to explain to you now." Altria forced herself to keep a straight face and regained some of her royal demeanor.

Seeing Altria suddenly become serious, Menechel, who was sitting opposite her, put away the smile on his face and indicated that he was listening.

"I'm very sorry, but as a king, I can't fall in love. For Britain, I can only devote my life to the country."

Altria had been thinking about this matter since the last meeting. She knew that doing so might cause her and Menachere to be bound by shackles, but her conscience also told Altria that she should not say nothing.

"What do you think of me? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would repay a favor?" Menichel's eyes revealed indignation: "I didn't come here because I want you to do something for me, I just, just--"

In anger and some unknown emotion, Menachel couldn't find the right words for a moment. While he was organizing his words, Artoria spoke again as if she had been prepared:

"Although the wait is so long, so long that I don't even know when it will end, but if that day really comes, and if you are still willing until then, I would also like to experience the love of ordinary people."

The words that Menechel had just conceived were immediately stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth wide and looked at Altria in amazement, as if he wanted to speak but didn't dare to.

Perhaps because she had said the most daring words in her life, Artoria's face turned a little red, but the girlish charm that was almost overflowing and her cool and pleasant voice flowed into Menechel's ears word for word.

"Menechel, do you remember what I said before we parted last time?"

"When the country is stable, I will no longer be King Arthur."

"Then I won't be a knight at that time." Menechel immediately understood and continued with Altria's words.

"Let's go see the snow together then." Altria took the initiative to hold Menechel's hand.

This was a dreamlike scene, but the warmth coming from the palm was not fake. Minachel raised his eyes stiffly, and his gaze moved inch by inch from the intersection of their palms to the slightly red and peaceful smile of the girl in front of him.

"Altria, I..."

"Cough cough!"

Before Menechel could say anything, a sudden cough was heard, and like a thief caught on the spot, the two men withdrew their crossed hands at an extremely fast speed.

Menachere looked towards the door angrily, but saw Merlin's half-smiley face. A sense of guilt that shouldn't have existed surged into his heart, as if he was a child caught in a premature love affair by his parents. Menachere immediately stood up and looked at the few pages in Merlin's hand: "If you have something serious to say, I won't bother you any more."

"How is it? How does it feel to be in love?" Merlin ignored Menachel who was walking away and looked at his "daughter".

"Teacher Merlin, when did you start eavesdropping?" Altria glared at Merlin in anger and embarrassment.

"Not long ago, probably since you asked Agragwen to help Menechel."

Isn't that the beginning - so why did you choose to come in just now!