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

At this moment, the warhorse under Lancer suddenly kicked the ground violently, and pulled up its front legs without hesitation, and the whole horse presented a "standing" posture. Lancer was prepared and grabbed the reins with one hand to prevent himself from being thrown off.

Altria's sword, which had already rushed to Lancer, suddenly lost its target, but her reaction was equally fast. The direction of the sword that was originally slashing forward suddenly changed to an upward strike.

Just at this moment, the white horse's iron hooves kicked down hard.

The collision between the horse's hoof and the holy sword actually made a sound of metal colliding. Artoria held the hilt tightly with one hand and supported the blade with the other, using brute force to block the horse's powerful downward pressure.

but……

The sharp edge was constantly magnified in the corner of her eyes. As the warhorse "stood up", Lancer's spear also rose up, and now it stabbed down with the fall of the warhorse.

Altria no longer had any hands left to defend herself.

A cold light flashed, and the iron hoof stepped on Altria's body. The heavy force made her roll, and blood stained the green grass along the track.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was quick-witted and quick-handed. She leapt sideways and hugged Altria, but she was also dragged by the force acting on Altria, and rolled several times before finally stopping.

Fortunately, the magic costume prevented her from getting hurt.

She immediately helped Altria up, and the glow of healing magic lit up on her hands.

Lancer did not feel the joy of defeating the enemy. She saw clearly what happened in the blink of an eye.

Altria adjusted her position and used the trampling of the horse's hooves to avoid fatal injuries, and her spear only pierced the opponent's shoulder.

She wanted to chase after him, but a wisp of white smoke transformed by Merlin followed her armor and locked the horse under her.

Although Lancer broke free in just a split second, she still missed the best opportunity to attack. She grabbed Merlin beside her, but he actually abandoned the part he grabbed and let it slip away from her fingers like a gust of wind.

It's like a flying insect buzzing in your ears when you are sleeping deep in the night, which is annoying.

If he released the Noble Phantasm directly, even if Lancer himself stood still, Altria would surely die.

However, her purpose was not to kill Altria, so she felt even more annoyed, but she couldn't show it on her face.

She stood quietly at the entrance of the tower, showing little intention to attack, but the powerful magic emanating from her was already enough pressure.

Behind her was the only exit of the tower. If she wanted to get out, she would have to move, but that was completely impossible.

……

The plain was the most suitable road for knights. Several war horses galloped across the field, heading towards the area where abnormal magic appeared.

Ezequiel glanced at Menechel, who was lying on his horse, with his warhorse following behind him.

This is not because the opponent's riding skills are inferior to his own, but a concession made to prevent himself from taking the wrong road.

Relying on the bonus brought by the Servant's body, he asked: "Isn't it rumored that you can't ride a horse?"

He had never fought a horse battle with Menechel before. Although he was on horseback in the last battle with Menechel on the snowfield, his horse fainted before he got close.

Unexpectedly, Menachel spoke despite the strong wind: "I started learning when I found my body was weak, but I never had the chance to use it."

The gap caused by the decline in physical fitness must be made up in other aspects, so that we can be worthy of the title of "No. 1".

This body is actually weak.

Ezequiel was speechless. He was a pseudo-Servant, and although his main personality was dormant, he still retained a considerable amount of memory. He knew that the so-called weakened Menechel could behead him with one sword.

Even without thinking about it, I could feel the coolness on my neck.

The horse under him suddenly rolled to one side, and Ezequiel jumped off the horse as soon as it tilted.

Ezequiel glanced at the horse that had fallen on its side, its entire left front hoof having been gouged out.

"Enemy attack!"

Menechel pulled the reins to stop his horse and warned the knights behind him.

Particles of magic power materialized in front of Ezequiel and gathered into the shape of a man.

Black armor and green robe, the heavy armor almost covered every inch of his skin.

“Saber.”

Menachere recognized the Servant that was blocking his way, and his expression turned grim.

This is the Black Knight who captured the city of Bilú.

But Saber did not cast his gaze towards Menechel. He looked at Ezequiel, who had drawn out his black sword, with great interest.

"You are the Servant that Archer mentioned... Well, it seems that you are a little different from a Servant."

"I am a pseudo-servant."

“Pseudo… after all, he is a Servant, right?” Saber waved her hand nonchalantly.

--flaw!

Ezequiel's eyes focused, and the knight raised his sword and swung it at Ezequiel. The blood-black magic power condensed into sword energy and crossed the short distance.

He was not a servant who fought in an open and aboveboard manner, so naturally he could not pursue any morality. At this distance, and with the sudden attack, even if Saber reacted in time, she would definitely be hit.

elbow.

This was the worst possible outcome, according to Ezequiel. Without the self-healing ability of the young Knight Menechel, injuring the enemy's elbow in the first fight would be a victory.

But what Ezequiel had not expected was that when faced with his attack aimed directly at his heart, the enemy not only did not dodge sideways, but he actually crouched down.

Want to duck and get out of the way?

This is impossible. That hard armor will slow down Saber's movements, and she will definitely be hit in the end.

And the truth is just as Ezequiel thought.

The sword energy swept across and collided with the bent Saber, and in an instant, Saber's head was cut off.

The headless corpse maintained the prone position, and the flying head spun to the feet of the body.

"……What?"

Ezequiel blinked, a little bit unable to believe that the battle would end in such a ridiculous way.

But before he could recover, his body still maintained the posture of swinging the sword.

Saber’s headless body actually bent completely downwards—if that were all, there would be nothing strange about it.

But the body picked up its fallen head, pressed hard with both hands, and put the head back on its neck.

"Well, it seems a bit anxious."

Saber spoke with a teasing tone, not looking like she had just been beheaded.

Suddenly, Ezequiel's heart seemed to skip a beat.

The next moment, a bloody shadow flashed in front of him.

My neck seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the blood in my body seemed to stop flowing at this moment, and my body felt cold.

A line of blood appeared from his neck, and blood quickly seeped out.

Ezequiel took a few steps back and wiped the blood that was oozing from his neck.

Just now, he was actually judged to have suffered a fatal injury?

"It clearly hit, but the head didn't fall off." Saber caught the axe that flew back to his hand and said indifferently: "Yeah. The bet still stands. Are you immortal?"

Ezequiel said nothing.

He saw clearly what the other party had done just now.

He just casually stretched out his hand, and the battle axe flew from nowhere and hit his neck.

He wiped his neck and grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands.

At this time, Saber threw the axe again. Just casually, without even taking the time to aim, she simply threw it towards Ezequiel, but the axe drew a precise trajectory, aiming directly at Ezequiel's head.

Immediately raised the sword and the knight's sword used the guard to block the axe.

A curse that was bound to hit? And every move was aimed at his head...

Ezequiel thought of a legend that was well-known in Britain, and his heart trembled, so he gritted his teeth.

"Noble Phantasm Liberation——"

“——Reversed Glory: Abnormal Ezequille!”

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375. Chapter 361 Beheading Blade

375.

2023-10-06

The sword light split into four, and the strong wind caused by it raised debris, and with the help of the cover of sand and dust, the hidden magic blade instantly cut off Saber's limbs, and her bare torso fell to the ground, but Ezequiel did not dare Careless, he quickly followed, and the second sword came one after another, aiming directly at Saber's heart.

Saber, who had lost his limbs and could hardly move, was of course unable to mount an effective defense. In fact, there was no sign of any desire to defend from his sneering face.

The jet-black knight’s sword sank into Saber’s chest and abdomen, and Ezequiel swept the sword horizontally, splitting Saber’s body in half.

but--

"It's no use."

It was as if time had gone back. It was not that the severed limbs grew out of the body, but that the severed limbs returned to their original state. Even though Ezequiel tried his best to swing his sword to stop it, the body recovered too quickly. Before the dust had dispersed, Saber had already climbed up again.

"Even if your body is shattered, even if there is no dust left, as long as your bet with me still stands, I will come back from hell and chop off your head!"

The chin that was covered by the thick beard finally revealed the white teeth as Saber laughed wildly. He raised his arm, and the raised axe blade immediately forced Ezequiel away.

"How could it be possible? Even Master Ezequiel..."

"Is the one in front of me also a monster?"

Ezequiel's face darkened as he listened to the knights' whispers behind him. He raised his sword to block his chest and said:

"The stakes... are my heads?"

The black-armored Saber opposite him did not answer his question. He looked at him with sinister eyes: "Ezequiel, um, seems to be an important figure."

There was no admission, but the other party didn’t deny it either—so the Saber in front of him was indeed the Green Knight.

Ezequiel’s expression was uncertain, and his eyes flickered unconsciously. Saber continued to speak at this time:

"But I am curious about why you are hanging out with Menachere, if the information the Holy Grail gave me is correct—"

Ezequiel's pupils shrank, and a streak of holy gold rose from his knight's sword, and he slashed at Saber's axe blade.

As the explosion sounded, Saber was forced back a few steps. Ezequiel gathered his strength and used his sword to push down Saber's axe little by little. The sharp axe blade leaned against Saber's damaged breastplate, cutting a bloody wound on his skin. Although he was at a disadvantage, Saber still had a leisurely expression on his face. He held the axe in one hand without caring. He was obviously talking to Ezequiel, but his eyes passed Ezequiel and fell on Minachell behind him.

"Are you ready to surrender and rescue the besieged King Arthur? Or are you ready to complete the siege of King Arthur that you failed to accomplish during your lifetime?"

"Shut up!"

Ezequiel roared, and the holy golden light suddenly shone brightly. Ezequiel released all his magic power regardless of the consequences. Although he temporarily forced Saber away, he also became out of breath.

He raised his eyes and glared at Saber, but the Green Knight shrugged nonchalantly in response to his sharp gaze like a blade, and the wound on the Green Knight's chest that was burned by the golden magic power healed quickly.

That level of recovery speed...

Ezequiel didn't need to think carefully to know that if the war became a protracted one, he would definitely be the one to die.

Saber would not give him time to rest, and a strong air current swept across his neck. Twisting his waist, Ezequiel dodged the attack and blocked the axe with his gauntlet.

The battle situation is turning around.

His mind was rapidly recalling the information about the Green Knight, but the more he learned, the heavier his mood became.

There are very few legends about the "Axe of Death", just like the horror legends passed down by word of mouth, but in these legends, the Green Knight has no defeats.

Even the strongest King Arthur and Gawain under the sun could not prevent the so-called [bet] from being established.

King Arthur was able to survive in the end because Gawain sacrificed himself to marry the Green Knight's sister. Now, the other party has lost his sister and Ezequiel can marry her.

He dodged Saber's violent blow once again, and the strong wind brought by the axe passed through Ezequiel's face as if to tear his skin apart.

The power has become stronger again...

It wasn't just the increase in strength, Saber's entire body became coordinated. After the axe missed, the Green Knight turned around without any delay and attacked with another axe, the sweeping axe blade carrying a faint smell of blood.

Knowing it was too late to retreat, Ezequiel crouched down, a fierce wind blowing across his scalp.

——If Saber were to change her tactics, she would have nowhere to hide in this position.

Knowing this, Ezequiel raised his hand and swung his sword. He didn't even have time to accumulate magic power before stabbing Saber in the shoulder.