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

He moved his arms tentatively, but the hold on his limbs neither tightened nor loosened.

This was good news. As long as the surrounding enemies were not on high alert, Menechal could attack the moment Guinevere approached. Even if his limbs were torn off, he still had teeth. He could gather magic power in his teeth and bite off the man's throat.

"You seem to be very hostile to me, but I always thought we were on the same side."

The annoying voice now sounded somewhat ethereal.

"Why are you willing to defend this country that you don't care about so desperately?"

"It's for the king, right? No, it's for Arthur under the shackles called the king."

"But seeing her devote her body and soul to the country, responding to the expectations of others, and forcing herself to do painful things, is this really what you expected? She shouldn't be so tired. Her life belongs to her, not the country. She should smile for herself and demand for herself, instead of becoming a symbol and the hope of others (me)."

"Do you know? If history continues to develop, you will betray like His Majesty Morgan now."

"betray?"

Menechel finally spoke, but he himself was unaware that his eyes were now dark. The magic power that had accumulated in his teeth slowly dissipated.

"Yes, betrayal. You must have been like me at that time, unable to bear to see the king like this. Yes, you and I are the same kind of people, you want to help the king break free from the shackles of others."

Guinevere's tone was vivid and her expression was full of pilgrimage-like piety.

Her treasure is the unilateral incitement of emotion. Even if it is just a hint of recognition of what she said, as long as it can be captured, Guinevere can turn it into trust.

But the words are not false.

She still remembered that on the night of the execution of Menechel, the king rarely handled government affairs all night. She stared blankly at the empty table, and in the dim candlelight, Guinevere seemed to see the weeping soul.

At that time, Guinevere knew that the rebel named Menechal was an important carrier of part of the true king's soul.

Even if Morgan doesn't give the order to capture alive, Guinevere will also intercede.

She looked at Menachere, whose expression gradually became dull, and spoke again: "The king actually loves you deeply, she..."

A bloody smell rose up and she tried to swallow, but blood still slid down the corners of Guinevere's lips.

A sword pierced Guinevere's heart.

'when……'

And behind the sword, a human figure slowly emerged.

Breath Block, Assassin's most important skill.

Avril spun the hilt of the sword, crushing Guinevere's soul core more thoroughly.

"Don't make that expression." Avril whispered. The knights who were guarding her had their necks cut at some point.

I only heard the girl speak in an extremely cold voice: "Don't fool yourself, it's disgusting."

"Then, my brother is completely different from you."

Guinevere's love rival is King Arthur (her spouse) and Guinevere (her love rival)

Then I entered the school mode, and the update also became that mode (the basic update is every two to three days). Don't ask, the author has a kindergarten education.

363. Chapter 350 Queen

363.

2023-09-06

——The king is also an ordinary person.

When did such a rebellious idea come about?

At the end of the deep black, a beam of soft silver light suddenly pierced in. It was the bright moonlight pouring in from the window.

The moonlight passed through the empty bedroom and shone on the door, stretching the dark shadow outside the door extremely long.

Guinevere finally spotted the person coming. There was a figure standing silently under the moonlight.

Her gorgeous blonde hair was tied into an exquisite hairstyle at the back of her head. She was only about 1.5 meters tall but was weighed down by the heavy robe.

"King, you..."

Guinevere recognized her, but the princess' tone was filled with hesitation.

In my memory, the Wang whose eyes were always determined actually revealed a lonely look at this moment. Her back was slightly arched forward, and the shadow cast by her bangs completely covered her eyes and the upper half of her face.

Looking at the king like this, Guinevere incredibly remembered the hound that was abandoned by her father when she was a child. When it was thrown out of the house, the little guy also showed the same expression.

She stopped talking and said something else: "My king...what's wrong with you?"

"Guinevere, I--" The words were stuck in King Arthur's throat as if she was choking. She clenched her fists and her body trembled unconsciously, as if she was trying hard to endure something.

"——I, killed him. He lay on top of me, and I held him, and he, Menechel, slowly became cold, and I…I didn't want to kill him, but…"

The king's voice became more and more urgent, and his words were nonsense with no logic at all.

Guinevere's heart suddenly stopped beating.

She knew that Wang's emotions had reached their limit when he told her this. Wang was always unwilling to mention what was happening outside to her.

Conquest and state affairs are matters that men should consider. Although the king is also a woman, her wisdom and strength allow her to overcome gender differences.

Guinevere had always known that the king was actually a woman. On the first night when the king was forced to marry her, he confessed his identity to her. She didn't care. She was willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of the glory of the king and for the stability of the country she hoped for.

She admired the king, who was as tough and shining as a diamond.

But the crying girl in front of her broke all her perceptions of the king.

She gently hugged Wang with her broad heart, placed her face on her chest, and gently soothed her head with her hands.

“Menechel, he’s dead. For Camelot, anyone can sacrifice, and everyone is prepared. But—why, my chest hurts so much, I don’t understand, why, why why why why!”

It was a disorganized narrative, more like the cry of a child venting his emotions than a narrative.

"Thinking about something else might make you feel better."

She didn't know how to comfort the king in this state. She was just a princess with no experience in love.

"But, but—every bit of it involves him!"

Guinevere paused as she stroked the king's hand, but only for a moment. She understood that what really killed the king was not the man's departure, but the fact that every fragment of memory after the man left was related to him.

The king was just like an ordinary girl - no, the king was an ordinary girl. She fell in love with the brave knight whom she always talked about.

After losing her loved one, Wang had no one to confide her weak side to, and her sorrow and bitterness burst out in front of her.

She hugged the king's head lovingly and said, "Please cry as much as you want. I am sorry that I, like those officials and common people who ignored your humanity, failed to see your weakness."

"My king...Altria..."

She whispered her husband's nickname.

Unfortunately, she was just a weak woman and could not make up for the king's regret.

……

A dark purple light burst out from Guinevere's wound.

A crystal clear three-eyed familiar forcefully squeezed out of Guinevere's body.

The slender sword that pierced Guinevere's soul core was quickly covered by the purple-black crystals on the familiar, tightly restraining Avril's movements.

"Morgan's familiar!"

Those were the familiars that Morgan had placed in their bodies. Whenever a Servant was defeated, they would break free to gather intelligence. Avril's pupils dilated. If Morgan discovered that it was her...

Thinking of this, Avril was about to reach out to grab it, but a hand was faster than hers.

Guinevere placed her hands on her chest, pressing the familiar that was about to break out of her body hard into her body.

"Don't move, Avril. It will, bite your flesh off."

Her face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and her words became intermittent due to the shattering of her soul core. Guinevere was like a candle in the wind. But her eyes were frighteningly bright. She looked at Altria not far away, and her eyes seemed to burst with light.

The knight who had been holding Menechel tightly suddenly lost his strength, allowing Menechel to break free.

Guinevere smiled with satisfaction.

She could certainly kill Menechel here, but—she wasn't fighting for Morgan.

If I kill the king's lover, won't all my efforts be in vain?

She wants to help His Majesty Morgan seize power, so that the king can be freed from the expectations of others on King Arthur, so that the king can be with her lover, and so that the king can be happy.

This was the only happy ending that the ignorant girl could think of.

She opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. She stretched out a hand to touch Altria, but her raised hand finally slid down weakly.

Guinevere's body began to burn from the wound, scattering into brilliant sparks.

The purple crystals that entangled the rapier dissipated as Guinevere's body disappeared, and Avril shook off the residue on the sword. She glanced at Menechel who was trying desperately to stand up.

"Avril..."

The injuries on his limbs prevented Menechel from standing up, but he still stared up at the familiar face. Avril saw from his face that he was more shaken than when he was bewitched by Guinevere just now.

She couldn't help but feel excited, but she remained expressionless.

"Avril, thank you. I'm sorry, I..."

Avriel pulled Menechel up from the ground and cast another glance at the four knights who had dull eyes around them.

"No need to thank you."

Although she wanted to spend more time with Menachere, Avril knew that there were more urgent things to do.

She turned and approached the other side of the city gate, where was the battlefield between Kay and Lancelot.

I'm still quite busy with school, and I'm afraid the typing noise will disturb my roommates, so I can only update secretly at night

364. Chapter 351 The Immortal Black Knight

364.

2023-09-09

With the help of the surrounding environment, Kai managed to deal with Lancelot.

Lancelot, who possesses the Holy Grail, is like a weapon of war that never stops. The physical correction brought by the Berserker job makes Lancelot not afraid of Kai's harassment attacks at all.

During this process, Kai also tried to call the other party's name to wake up Lancelot, but it was proved that there was no bond between Lancelot and him that transcended reason like the "Three Heroes of the Tavern".

——If it was Menechel or Gawain, they might have broken free from their frenzy after hearing his sincere call.

As he was muttering, suddenly a sharp roar filled his eardrums.

The sound of being crushed and sobbing came from deep inside the black helmet. Instantly, Kai's eyes blurred, and he shook his head to get rid of the buzzing in his ears. In that moment of distraction, Berserker had already rushed in front of him.

Kai moved quickly, and the sweep of his lightsaber created a large blade of light that blocked between himself and Lancelot.

But Lancelot didn't care.

The resentful cry echoed in the black helmet. The black mist that enveloped the body was blown up by the light blade, and the helmet under the black mist revealed countless cracks.

Finally, with a mournful roar, the blackened face appeared in front of Kai.

"Aaaa—"

Berserker twitched all over, revealing an emotion he could not suppress.

——Guinevere was destroyed!

Lancelot learned the cause and effect from the causal line, but he no longer had the time to pay attention to that side.

Under the relentless onslaught of Wuhui Huguang, the disguised holy sword groaned in pain. It seemed that Guinevere's death made Lancelot extremely angry. At this moment, every blow he made was aimed at the vital points, without even considering defense. Even if Kai was uninjured at the moment, he might not be able to resist its strong momentum.

Fortunately, Kai's help also arrived at this time -

[In the name of the Command Seal, Kai, defeat Berserker! ]

It was impossible not to defeat Berserker here. Fujimaru Ritsuka also saw this, and she decisively used the second stroke of the Command Seal.

Red flames burned on Kai's body, and the wounds left by the previous battle disappeared with the injection of magic power, and there was even some space left.

Clang——!

When they collided again, Kai's lightsaber actually swept away Lancelot's sword.

The dark purple sword wrapped in black air was now crossing the dim lake light. The hazy water vapor involved also blocked the follow-up of the lightsaber at this time.