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

"My Noble Phantasm tells me that the opponent you assigned to me is already dead."

Morgan nodded. Kai's death was within her expectations. In other words, if Kai could fight two people alone and still escape safely, then Morgan would have to doubt her own vision in summoning servants.

"Archer, what about you? Didn't you catch up?"

After sending Tristan back to help, she sent Archer to catch up with Menechal before he left. But according to the current situation, Archer seemed to have failed again.

Tristan still maintained that expression:

"Lord Menachere seems to have been taken away by someone. That person had the aura of a Servant. I didn't dare to go forward rashly. I am really sad for my cowardice."

Tristan subconsciously wanted to pluck the strings, but was stopped by Morgan with a cold snort.

"Are there any more servants?"

She asked, seeming a little bit unconvinced by Tristan's words.

"It's sad, I'm not sure."

Morgan: "..."

In other words, after spending so much energy, the only result was to save Saber Gai. The price was the loss of two servants on his side.

Thinking of this, Morgan's brows furrowed even tighter beneath her veil. She just couldn't understand why Avril would betray her.

"Obviously, her hatred for King Arthur and the First Knight should be more profound than her conflict with herself."

It was incomprehensible. It was incomprehensible that Avril's eyes at that last moment were like a winner looking down on a loser.

They are just servants who assist the two riders.

However, in fact, only Morgan knew that the impact of Assassin and Caster's retirement was much greater than it seemed.

For example, right now, Morgan is in a state of extreme insecurity.

Unlike Lancelot, who only had the instincts of a beast left, Tristan, who was once a Knight of the Round Table, remained quite rational. Although the spirit base was marked with her mark when it was first summoned, Morgan allowed Tristan to stay by her side. After Avril's previous experience, she thought that she was not so arrogant.

Saber, due to his relationship with Gawain, cannot be completely trusted either. Like Tristan, he can be used but not trusted.

As for Lancelot, the mad dog lost even his remaining instincts after sensing Guinevere's death.

Rider Vortigern was dragged into a dream by that old man Merlin. Naturally, Morgan thought of Lancer and her stomach ached again.

So among the five servants, there is not even one person that can be trusted?

Pouting, very unhappy.

Why did knights from all directions pledge their loyalty to her just because her stupid sister just sat there?

And without Guinevere's instigation, Morgan could already vaguely sense the commotion among the Camelot guards.

"If the status quo cannot be maintained, retreating to Torun Square City is also a reasonable strategy."

Tristan suggested.

Morgan tightened his grip on his cane to show his refusal.

Tristan was not surprised. He guessed that Morgan was reluctant to give up the holy city that symbolized royal power, so he made a constructive proposal.

Morgan wanted to say something, but before she could finish her words, the peaceful magic power around her suddenly became chaotic.

"Well."

Unable to hold back a soft groan, Morgan came back to his senses in time, adjusting his breathing and calming his magic again.

"You should leave first."

Saber, who was originally looking at Morgan, felt a warmth in his heart. The black and purple magic forcefully twisted his will, and his body had to obey Morgan's orders.

When he walked out of the hall, he saw Tristan, who was in a similar situation as him.

"That woman seems to have been seriously injured." He took the initiative to talk: "Is the Assassin here so powerful?"

"That's Master Menachel's sister. She has been with Master Menachel since she was little, so she must have learned a lot from him."

“Oh.” Saber didn’t take it seriously. He had seen the First Knight that was often mentioned by his brother-in-law (Gawain).

How should I put it? His martial arts are not as good as Gawain's, and his physique is not as good as King Arthur's. In short, he seems to be more famous than powerful.

He was not interested in the man.

"Since you dislike Morgan so much, you could have just slowed down a step." Saber suggested. It was just a casual remark, but at this moment Tristan actually stopped.

He turned his head in confusion, wondering if Archer was going to complain.

Tristan actually opened his eyes at this time. He said with an extremely solemn expression: "Well, although I don't like His Majesty Morgan, I believe in... the king's judgment."

Are there any experts?

Saber was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it made sense. Since he was summoned, he had been ordered by Morgan to quell the unrest in the North, and he had not seen many of his own Servants.

but……

Saber confirmed that the Archer in front of her was a boring man.

He was no longer in the mood for conversation.

……

In front of the throne, shortly after the two servants retreated, Morgan, who was originally sitting upright, suddenly spasmed, and a holy golden light shone on her heart.

She set up a soundproof barrier to prevent her groans of pain from being heard by outsiders.

Pale golden lines converged from the bottom of the hall to Morgan's feet, and a cold atmosphere filled the area around the throne.

The golden lines intertwined with each other, forming intricate patterns like bundles of intertwined chains, as if imprisoning Morgan who was standing in front of the throne.

The golden light on Morgan's chest became brighter and brighter. Long light golden stripes penetrated into Morgan's body and dragged the Holy Grail out of it.

The ley lines of Camelot that imprisoned all of Britain, and the Holy Grail.

The gold is mixed with light red, as if it is on the verge of exploding.

"Guh."

"Who is summoning a servant?!"

A voice filled with suppressed pain squeezed out from the bottom of his throat.

Morgan did not stop his actions and did not dare to delay. He sent back the two servants' spirit bases that had not yet taken shape.

Finally, the reddish color faded, and the Holy Grail once again returned to its normal light gold color.

Morgan's hair had already been soaked with sweat, and each strand was stuck to his forehead.

Nausea and dizziness came over him at the same time, forcing Morgan, who was almost exhausted, to sit down on the throne.

[A wish for the Holy Grail?]

[Then, all the spiritual veins of Britain will be gathered into the Holy Grail]

[As long as I am in Camelot, no new servants will be born]

At that time, he could have directly made a wish to abolish all the spiritual veins except Camelot, but because of the magician's thinking and the excitement of having just obtained the Holy Grail, he backed off and hesitated.

Holding her forehead, suddenly, a female voice sounded in her head.

Morgan blinked, thinking that the excessive pain made her hallucinate.

But the voice rang out again, confirming to her that it was not an illusion.

The voice said:

[I sensed the location of the holy sword]

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372. Chapter 358 The Servant Who Should Not Appear

372.

2023-10-02

This is what is meant by the darkest place under the lamp.

Now that the North has almost completely fallen into the hands of the Camelot rebels, who would have thought that the rebels would set up their camp near the Tolln Square City.

Withered yellow grass covered the lawn; winter came to the North earlier than other places in Camelot.

The bleak night wind slapped Menechel's body as he chewed the wild grass, letting the dry juice bloom in his mouth.

Beside him, little Mordred was wrapped in Menechel's shawl. She could also sense her master's low mood at the moment, and stood quietly beside Menechel.

In front of Menachel was a dark stone platform. There was no dust or fallen leaves on the platform. It was obvious that someone cleaned it regularly, making the platform look out of tune with the surrounding environment. Apart from some wear and tear on the platform, the platform looked like new.

On the stone platform, in the middle and slightly forward, there is a large sword placed horizontally. It has a red blade and a dark hilt. Compared with a normal knight's sword, its size is really too large. Although it is placed flat there, it is like a monument, and a sense of ancient times surges up in an instant.

There wasn't much dust on the sword, and it was obviously wiped frequently, but the sword was dull and lifeless.

That is the great sword that belongs to the First Knight and symbolizes "invincibility". He who holds this sword has never been defeated.

Even if you don't know any historical data, such displays can make people see at a glance that this is a tourist attraction full of rituals and stories. Therefore, it is inevitable that some idle people will complain.

In fact, from the clear scratches on the sword, it can be seen that there are quite a few people coming to tour the holy land.

Reaching out his hand and touching the hilt of the sword, Menechel took a long breath, but the heat in his chest did not subside at all due to the cold air he inhaled.

In order to prevent Avril from being disturbed by ungrateful people, her tomb had been moved out of Toren City, but now, a new city was built because of her fame!

The greatsword made a slight buzzing sound when Menechel touched it for the first time, but by the time Menechel exerted force with his arms until his veins bulged, the sword was only slightly suspended in the air.

Suddenly, the hem of his clothes was pulled. He lowered his head and saw that Mordred's hands, holding the corner of his clothes with his head down, were shaking constantly.

Menechel turned his head silently, his red eyes staring backwards. At the end of the hill, a figure was standing there.

He was the leader of the Northern Resistance Army. It was said that he was an elite knight who dared to march into the heart of Camelot alone with only 2,500 people. His name seemed to be Ezequiel.

But unfortunately, just as Ezequiel entered the heart of Camelot, before he had time to move in, he received news that his country had been destroyed by Morgan.

"After the fall of Torun Square City, Vortigern did not take any further action for a long time, so many bandits and wandering knights became active. They regarded the sword you left here as a test and came here one after another, trying to pick up your sword and inherit your invincible name."

He went on to explain: “This situation was not stopped until I occupied the city.”

——Foolish, it’s the twenty-year-old me who is strong, not my sword.

Menechel closed his eyes tightly, and with one hand he pushed Mordred behind him, saying, "Avriel is a very important relative of mine."

"Even in death, she saved me again."

He also remembered how Avril held his greatsword and tried desperately to stop Morgan in the small town to buy him some time.

Seeing Menechelle's expression, Ezequiel was at a loss for words. Fortunately, Menechelle didn't seem to want him to speak. He just kept talking:

"No, maybe it's not me she wants to save at all."

——Perhaps in Avril's eyes, he is still the omnipotent brother.

"But now, I can no longer respond to her expectations."

How could he follow the Northern soldiers who were most likely enemies back to their base? In fact, at that time he felt the strength of the knight in front of him and knew it would be difficult for him to escape, so he was forcibly brought here.

"Knight Menechel, I am a Pseudo-Servant."

Pseudo-Servants are not pure servants summoned with spiritual bases, but a simpler form of servants that descend directly with human bodies of similar wavelengths as carriers. In the final analysis, they are also servants.

Ezequiel's case was a little more special, as he descended into his own body.

"If we were both human, I don't think it would be easy for us to win."

This is a euphemism for the fact that Ezequiel knows that if they were both human beings and faced off in a fair one-on-one duel, he wouldn't even have the courage to stand in front of the other.

"Servant." Menachere murmured the word.

Ever since the appearance of this ghostly creature, his undefeated record seemed to have become a mockery, and he had suffered more defeats in the past week than he had experienced in the past few decades.

He was entangled with depression and unwillingness, making it difficult for him to breathe. Menechel knew that it was his long-dead ghost who was unwilling to let him go. It was because he felt powerless now that he missed the omnipotent self, and felt helpless in the face of the gap between reality and reality.

But even so, he must cheer up, there must be something he can do.

"So, why did you suddenly head to the West?"

Menechel originally thought that the enemy's base was near King's Ridge, and that they had come to investigate after sensing the fluctuations of magic in the small town, but Ezequiel had come from the Stark region.

If we calculate based on time, Ezequiel should have set off at least a day ago.

"Ah, this..."