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

——They are still...human?

Although he was shocked that the five knights before him were not created by magic, Kai's body reacted before his mind.

He adjusted the edge of his sword, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and his lightsaber instantly chopped off the heads of the other two knights, but was blocked when it hit the third knight.

Logically speaking, the strength of a servant far exceeds that of an ordinary person. Even the weakest Assassin would be able to crush an ordinary knight. What's more, the one who blocked Saber's attack was the dying knight who had suffered a serious blow to the abdomen.

So when the sword was blocked, the first thing that came to Kai's mind was disbelief, but after catching a glimpse of the countless black lines crawling out of the sword, he had a rough idea in his mind.

"Lancelot!"

The lightsaber shone brightly in an instant, and the golden light exploded in the next instant, forcefully shaking away the knight who tried to seize his weapon.

Black particles fell off the opponent's skin, as if some forbidden shackles were opened. A beam of black smoke rose from the holes, and in the blink of an eye, the knight was transformed into another posture that Kai was more familiar with.

No wonder the spell Merlin left behind could not detect, because except for Lancelot, the others were all genuine. As for Lancelot——

In the past, he had disguised himself and gone on adventures many times and won the honor of victory. There was even an anecdote that he disguised himself as Menechel and turned the tide of the battle. If this legend were to materialize, it would indeed have the level of a Noble Phantasm. This type of Noble Phantasm can achieve perfect disguise.

However, if he relied solely on Berserker's own rationality, he would never be able to use it——there were more people coming than just Berserker!

"run!"

He shouted in a very low and fast voice, but the sound of metal clanging was heard behind him. The knights guarding the city gate had drawn their weapons at some point and were fighting with Menechel.

But without giving him time to catch his breath, Berserker pounced on him again.

……

After dealing with the twelve castle-guarding knights who suddenly drew their swords, Menechel threw away the knight's sword that had been chipped.

Menechel picked up a knight's sword from the ground and was about to go forward to help Kai, but a sound of breaking air came from behind his head.

He turned around and cut the arrow to the ground with his sword, and then locked his eyes with a bow knight standing in the sentry tower. Beside him, his companions also stared at him in astonishment.

But there was no anger on the man's face for the failed sneak attack, only an obsessed laugh. He wanted to shoot another arrow, but was chopped down by his companion with a sword.

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of other knights patrolling in the city, and flames and shouts quickly gathered towards the city gate.

But soon, Menachel realized something was wrong.

——The sound seemed too noisy, as if the knights in the city were divided into two factions and fighting each other?

361. Chapter 348: Shattering the Forbidden Rose of the Round Table (410)

361.

2023-09-01

The fire and shouts of killing made the patrolling Knight Trips abandon his original route. As a knight who had escaped from Londinium, although he was young, he knew very well what this meant - an enemy attack! Or even worse, the spies finally couldn't help but take action.

After finding out that even King Arthur was attracted there, Knight Trips immediately led his twenty-three knights towards the city gate. When approaching the central city area, another team of knights suddenly appeared from his flank.

After seeing the leading knight's face clearly, Trips relaxed. He also knew the man, Knight, who had escaped from the city of Biloo. He guessed that Duofang had heard the news of the attack on the king and rushed to protect him. So he didn't pay much attention to him and continued on his way with his knights.

——And at the same time when the knights of both sides met, Knight Knight suddenly drew his sword, aiming directly at Trips in the front. Trips raised his arm reflexively, and he used his arm to barely block the fatal blow.

"what are you doing!"

He was shocked and angry, and used his remaining left arm to draw out his sword and block Knight's second sword. He looked at the knight who suddenly "turned against him". The other's face was no longer cold and calm as usual, but showed a crazy smile, which made Trips panic.

But he also noticed the stunned look on the faces of his subordinates behind Knight.

"Nate is a traitor! Kill him with me—"

The words he was about to say were choked in his throat by the blood. His eyes widened and the knight's sword fell from his hand. He grabbed the knight's sword that pierced his chest in disbelief. He turned around and saw his subordinates and their crazy grins, whose faces were almost identical to Knight Knight's.

--why?

He didn't get to utter the question before his body fell to the ground.

This was happening in every corner of the city at the same time. A comrade who could be trusted with his back one moment turned his sword against him the next. An elder brother attacked his younger brother with a silly smile. The leader of the Knights who had saved his subordinates from the enemy one moment turned around and chopped off his subordinates' heads the next.

The sudden chaos paralyzed the originally orderly city. The trust between people was gone. No one knew who was the enemy and who was the comrade. In order to survive, they could only kill anyone who dared to approach.

The closer we got to the city gate, the worse the situation became.

As more knights came to support, the chaotic scene became more intense, so much so that Menechel had to protect Altria, who had lost her holy sword, to prevent other knights from approaching.

In this situation, the city gate was quietly pushed open without anyone noticing.

A gorgeous figure in pure white walked slowly through the city gate. The iconic white seemed to be a buffer zone separating disasters and wars. With her steps, the originally chaotic fighting at the city gate suddenly spread to both sides, leaving a path for the noble lady.

"Spiritual reaction...Servant..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka murmured.

"Guinevere." Altria's face was solemn and struggling. He stared at the familiar woman in front of him in disbelief: "Did you do all this?"

Guinevere clasped her hands together in front of her belly. Her eyelids drooped, but she could still feel her husband's gaze. So she answered in an almost inaudible voice:

"Yes."

——In a city, more than half of the people would stab their companions in the back at this moment.

This sounded incredible. Even with the most fragile city defenses, it was impossible for the enemy to infiltrate half of the city without knowing it. Moreover, those gathered here were the most loyal followers who had gone through all the hardships and chose to believe in King Arthur. How could more than half of these people choose to betray overnight?

Without enough temptation of interests and support of hatred, how could they possibly betray their own camp?

but--

No hatred is needed, just a little dissatisfaction is enough.

【Smashing the Forbidden Rose of the Round Table】

This is the only treasure of Guinevere, who is a phantom but has taken over Caster's spiritual base. Just like what she did in her lifetime, without any means of direct attack, just because of a relationship, she shattered the unbreakable Knights of the Round Table and laid the seeds for the demise of a kingdom.

The only thing the Noble Phantasm that was derived from this deed can do is amplify the emotions of the target within range.

It could be grievance, dissatisfaction or even fear. As long as someone had any negative emotions towards the king in the city, Guinevere could magnify them and turn them into deep hatred.

Taking advantage of the captives' love for her, she made four of King Arthur's followers, who had vowed to die rather than surrender after being captured, become her martyrs.

Even so, it is impossible for so many people in this city to be dissatisfied with King Arthur.

Therefore, from the very beginning of the melee, Guinevere had quietly changed her target of hatred. The death of her comrades, the betrayal of her brothers, and all kinds of negative emotions superimposed on each other turned the original fight between [Followers of King Arthur] and [Knights who hated King Arthur] into a meaningless multi-party fight for revenge for the dead.

But even Guinevere herself felt disgusted by this ability to play with people's hearts. If it weren't for this ability, Morgan might have given up the contract with her long ago. How could he see Altria now?

Kai tried to get close to Guinevere several times, but was forced back by Lancelot's almost crazy attack.

"So the betrayal of the knights who stayed in Camelot was also related to you, right?"

Altria was just slow-witted, but she was not stupid. After seeing the current situation with her own eyes, how could she not know that her wife, who often came to the prison to talk with her, was one of the masterminds behind this disaster.

"Yes."

After receiving a positive answer, Altria closed her eyes in pain. Guinevere felt her heart tighten and she lowered her voice.

"King, my king. I... I don't want to hurt you. Please give up your resistance... I just fermented their emotions. All that hatred and resentment are real in your knights who are protected by you. They are not worth saving!"

The woman said this with tears in her eyes: "Her Majesty Morgan promised me that she would only deprive you of your power and let you live the ordinary life you expect."

"Ordinary people's...life?"

Guinevere seemed to see hope. She focused all her attention on Altria and ignored what was behind her.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly jumped out from behind Guinevere, and Menechal took the sword and stabbed Guinevere in the back of the head.

——Stupid woman! I've been annoyed with you for a long time!

Guinevere's ability has almost no effect on servants. It can only make the other party uneasy and reveal their flaws. It is equivalent to an enhanced version of charm and incitement, but it is an absolute killer for ordinary people.

362. Chapter 349 Chapter Persuading Surrender

362.

2023-09-03

From the moment Guinevere appeared, he used the surrounding melee to reduce his presence. He raised his knight sword, and red arcs jumped on the sword. Menechel squeezed out all the magic power in his body.

--die!

It was a silent but powerful cry, and Menechel swung his knight's sword down with all his might!

He had fought with the black-armored knight outside the city of Bilú before, and he knew that only attacks with magical power could effectively harm this kind of resurrected servant.

Although she was a servant, Guinevere was just a noblewoman who had never had any combat experience or even a quarrel in her life. So when she heard the sudden thunder behind her, Guinevere subconsciously wanted to turn back, and it was this action that completely deprived her of the time to dodge.

The lightning snake dragged the sword and broke into Guinevere's sight.

But a piece of black and red stone suddenly flew out from the right side and hit Menechel's knight's sword. The surging black magic power cut the outermost arc in an instant and broke the knight's sword.

A blurry figure wrapped in black smoke pounced directly on Menechel's body, knocking him away from Guinevere.

A strong feeling of oppression went through his body. Menechel wanted to push away the dark shadow pressing on him, but he felt a sharp pain in his shoulders. Berserker clasped his hands on both sides of his shoulders and crushed his joints with just a little force.

"Aaaaaa——!"

It was like the low roar of a terrifying beast. In the swaying smoke, Menechel saw the flashing scarlet. He couldn't help but roared:

"Lancelot!"

Rage instantly rose in Menechel's heart, and he tried his best to push Lancelot away, but his broken body could not withstand Berserker's brute force at all.

boom--!

Lancelot's body flew backwards, but he flexibly adjusted his posture in the air and landed steadily on the ground with his feet.

"I'm not dead yet!"

Kai jumped out from the side and back, his body covered with scars of varying sizes. It was obvious that he had been at a disadvantage in the previous confrontation.

The wound stopped bleeding with the injection of magic power, but the physical strength consumed was difficult to replenish.

But as if it was premeditated, more knights immediately surrounded Kai when he knocked Lancelot away. These knights controlled by Guinevere completely disregarded their own lives. They rushed forward desperately and separated Lancelot and Menechal.

Until Kai Lancelot had already pounced. The black smoke on his body condensed towards the direction of his right hand, and under Kai's vigilant gaze, it formed a dark purple long sword.

The air exploded, and the next moment the two swords collided. Just like Berserker's rationality, Kai accurately judged the opponent's sword trajectory, but the overwhelming force still forced him to retreat step by step.

'Calm down!'

The lightsaber in his hand was huge, and a golden light burst out from the sword, but Berserker's reaction was faster than the sword energy. Before that, Lancelot had already retracted the sword and cut Kai's sword energy in half.

But how could the [First Knight of the Round Table] be so easy to deal with?

So we have to reduce the losses.

When a war is heading towards an irreversible failure, the commander should not pursue the so-called solar terms, but try every means to minimize the losses.

"Master, let the king take you away. The holy sword and the spiritual vein you are looking for are hidden in the tower by Merlin."

He gave Fujimaru Ritsuka the order to retreat. Even with the most optimistic assumptions, the city could not be defended.

Although he felt a little sorry for Menichel, he no longer had the energy to rescue Menichel.

……

The knights who surrounded him had their swords stuck into the dirt on his limbs, and his shoulders, crushed by Berserker, made him completely unable to exert any strength.

I hate how insignificant I am at this moment.

He had only been away from the front line for a few years, but his physical condition and confidence were no longer at their best.

Menechel desperately tried to pull his limbs, but it only made him weaker. His limbs were bound, but even so, the enemy did not deal him a fatal blow.

Menechel recalled what happened in Camelot. The next thing he should do was to pull the scabbard out of his body.

He tightly grasped the dagger in his right hand and bit his tongue to prevent himself from losing consciousness.

As long as the enemy relaxes for even a moment, he will have the opportunity to complete the assassination.

Assassinate.

A feeling of humiliation surged in his heart.

——I want to die! Living like this is worse than dying!

This voice suddenly resounded in Minashel's mind at this moment, making him feel unfamiliar.

"Sir Menechel."

That was Guinevere's voice. Menechelle, who was pinned to the ground, could only see her gorgeous shoes and long skirt.