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

Since it is impossible to block it, then at least we have to block most of the attacks - at least let Fujimaru Ritsuka survive!

The golden light bloomed completely in front of her eyes, and Altria subconsciously closed her eyes.

But the expected burning sensation did not come.

On the contrary, the dazzling golden light that could not be blocked even with eyes closed seemed to have disappeared.

She forced herself to open her eyes, and at this moment, her clear emerald pupils were filled with bloodshot. She stared blankly at the scene in front of her, and no matter how painful her eyes were, she did not close them for a long time.

A large, scarlet shawl was being tossed about by the turbulent air currents, and at some point a large figure appeared in front of Altria. He was facing the overwhelming light, and only a blurry silhouette could be seen, isolating all the heat in front of him.

He just stood there, and a sense of security arose in Altria's heart.

The other party seemed to feel Altria's gaze and suddenly turned his head.

In the light and shadow, the bright red vertical pupils emit a faint fluorescence.

"Am I late?"

The words were filled with arrogance, and although they were spoken in a questioning tone, the confidence revealed in his voice made people believe him involuntarily.

"No."

Altria let out a long sigh of relief, which seemed to have drained all the strength from her body. She swayed and almost couldn't stand. Putting down the holy sword with peace of mind, Altria smiled with satisfaction and joy: "You came just in time."

The person who came was none other than Menechel.

After defeating the Green Knight, he rushed to the battlefield in the tower without stopping.

At this time, Menechel was holding his chest high, letting the light from the Holy Lance hit his armor. The blazing magic burned his armor, but he seemed not to notice it. Menechel's eyes were always on the Holy Lance behind him, his right hand grasping the hilt, and the thick blood mist almost covered his entire body.

The accumulation of magic power finally ended at this moment.

His pupils shrank almost into a slit under the stimulation of magic. He maintained a disdainful sneer, and suddenly stretched out his idle left hand in a slashing gesture.

The golden magic power burning his armor was cut off in an instant.

Grasping the hilt of the sword with his left hand, Menechel held the sword with both hands to block in front of him. Scarlet blood covered his body, and the ominous blood was transmitted to the sword through his palms. Menechel crossed the sword, and his body, which was stimulated to the extreme by magic, pulled out a scarlet sword light from the knight's sword. The dim sword body was like a beast that finally awakened, and a hint of red fluorescence gradually appeared at the tip of the sword.

The fluorescent light drew a cold arc in the air, and the lightning snake raged forward along the arc, violently venting the overloaded magic power to the surroundings before the heavy sword fell.

A spot of scarlet bloomed at the moment the sword and the gun tip touched each other, and a heat wave quickly swept out. The magic power pushed the surrounding dust to explode layer by layer with this point as the core.

The magical thunderstorm made no distinction between friend and foe, rising with overwhelming force, and the rosy red magic faced the tip of the spear, but this was not the end. Menechel swung the greatsword violently, and the red and black lightning snakes coiled and roared, biting the projection of the holy spear.

Starting from the top, the blood-red lightning snake quickly decomposed and shattered.

Starting from the tip of the spear, the holy spear constructed with magic power was peeled off and destroyed bit by bit.

The roaring Razer and the crushing Holy Lance, under the clash of two super-specification magic powers, burst out with a dazzling impact that was too dazzling to look at directly.

The tower was shattered.

The sky changed color.

The sea of ​​flowers was crushed into powder bit by bit, and the exposed scorched earth was torn apart again by the subsequent magical bombardment.

Da Yin Xisheng.

Sense of time, sense of space, hearing, vision... everything seemed to be completely stripped away at this moment.

Whether it is golden light or bloody light, it even gives people the illusion that time and space no longer exist.

From the interface where the two collided, shock waves spread out to the periphery, tearing the earth apart easily. Rocks were blown away like powder by strong winds and turned into things smaller than dust, crushed into the air.

I'll update it first and then revise it. I'm not good at writing such big scenes.

Chapter 367 You are not dead yet

The roar of the explosion was deafening.

The vision became pure white, and all the senses became hazy and dreamy at this moment, as if they were in an illusion. I don't know how long it lasted, and the concept of time became sluggish at this moment.

A violent airflow suddenly tore at her body, and Ritsuka Fujimaru's body fell uncontrollably in the direction of the airflow. But just as she took a step back, a burning sensation spread throughout her body.

A hand grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm and held her tightly, and then the airflow that was originally directed at her suddenly weakened.

Amid the unbearable tinnitus, Fujimaru Ritsuka heard a concerned question:

"Is everything okay?"

She struggled to open her eyes, and saw the face of Altria, who was very close to her. Altria held Fujimaru Ritsuka tightly with her hand to prevent her from being blown away, and in front of the two of them, a tall red and white knight held a red heavy sword as tall as her, blocking out the oncoming sound waves and the impact of the explosion.

The ceremonial dress on Fujimaru Ritsuka's left arm was completely melted, and the exposed skin had a burnt smell and he had completely lost the sense of pain.

But in comparison, Fujimaru Ritsuka still feels that he is lucky.

She glanced at her feet with lingering fear, just wiping her stepped feet. The soil there showed a burnt color, and the dark red light slowly extinguished in the deep recessed earth.

The towering tower was cut off, leaving only the ground where they were standing. The ground was plowed with deep gullies by the waves caused by the magical collision just now.

If the front was hit by that shock wave, there probably wouldn't even be any powder left behind.

“It’s…nothing…cough cough cough!”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fujimaru Ritsuka was choked by the flaming air and the particles in the air, causing him to cough violently.

After stopping his cough and taking care of his injuries, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his gaze to the figure in the front who had rushed to the battlefield at some point.

Menechel did not take the attack of Lancer's Noble Phantasm head-on without paying a price. His armor had long been shattered, and beneath the few remaining fragments were revealed his inner armor that had also been torn and charred, as well as his skin full of holes. Solidified blood scabs stuck to his body, revealing an extremely tragic appearance.

"Um...I'll help you with the treatment..."

This time, Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her mouth and nose with her hands and spoke in a muffled voice, but she had just taken a step.

"do not move!"

A tremendous pressure acted on Fujimaru Ritsuka along with the words. Fujimaru Ritsuka felt his body stiffen and his neck felt slightly cold as if it was touched by a cold light.

Menechel smashed his sword on the golden spear tip that emerged from the smoke and dust, and the sword and the spear blade collided with a crisp sound.

The red magic power once again burned from Menechel's body, instantly repelling the approaching spear.

The spreading lightning snakes shattered the smoke and dust in front of him, revealing Lancer. The white king was spotless, and the fluorescence he emitted looked even more divine against the background of the particles in the air.

"Menechel."

Lancer's voice was still cold, but it seemed to have some other emotions. She looked at the knight whose body could be described as tattered and said, "Stop resisting in vain..."

But before she finished her words, she saw that the charred and burned wounds on Menechel's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only his body, but even his armor and the dull sword were being repaired and restored in a sea of ​​blood.

In just a few breaths, all traces of the explosion on Minashel's body disappeared without a trace.

Menechel raised his chin towards Lancer in front of him and smiled proudly but not ostentatiously.

Facing Minechelle's smile, Lancer was stunned at first, then she quickly lowered her head, and the corners of her tightly pursed lips slightly raised as she returned a faint smile.

Menechel held the greatsword in one hand and took a defensive stance.

"Want to go into round two?"

As he said this, the red in Menechel's eyes deepened, but Lancer let go of the spear, and it disappeared in an instant.

"No, it's impossible to defeat you in such a short time."

"I'm not ready to kill you either." Lancer smiled and shook her head. Her body became transparent. She looked at Minachell and suddenly changed her calm tone: "Whether you believe it or not, I have never thought of killing you for a moment."

Menechel snorted twice and didn't reply, trying to remain on guard.

"So you want to come with me?"

Lancer's next words were surprising.

"Ah?" This was the exclamation of Fujimaru Ritsuka behind her. She thought that her ears had lost their function in the explosion just now and it was now an illusion created by her brain. She quietly looked at Altria, but found that there was obvious confusion on the other's face.

Menechel remained on guard, then said, “Ah?”

Almost subconsciously, Menachel looked back at Altria.

"That's it, I understand."

Lancer's body completely turned into magic particles and dispersed into the air.

After a while, there was no movement for a long time.

After confirming that the other party had indeed disappeared, Menachel, who had previously put on a strong posture, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The armor on his body suddenly disappeared, and the dark red arcs that had been jumping around him also completely extinguished at this time.

If it was a servant like the Green Knight, it would be fine. But if he were to face Lancer's Artoria directly in his previous state, Menechel didn't think he could defeat the opponent while protecting Artoria, so he tried to avoid battles that could be avoided.

"Although both his spiritual base value and magic power response are as exaggerated as that Lancer, but a pseudo-servant... is it another pseudo-servant?"

Leonardo's voice sounded, and the communication that had been disrupted due to the disordered magic power was restored after the battle.

Minechel looked over and saw Da Vinci on the screen, visibly stunned. "It's still usable? It's not broken at all. Are Chaldea's magic costumes of such high quality?"

"This is a creation of genius." Da Vinci boasted before saying, "But it's also thanks to you for standing in front and blocking the damage."

"No need to thank me. I'm not here to save her anyway." Menachel waved his hand indifferently.

This sentence made the smile on Da Vinci's face freeze, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

As for Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was at the center of the discussion, he rubbed his toes on the soles of his shoes in embarrassment, and even when he lowered his head, he still couldn't hide the blush on his ears due to embarrassment.

This guy... has absolutely no idea about the ways of the world!

Fortunately, Da Vinci was silent for only a few seconds. Before Fujimaru Ritsuka's toes could make a hole in Chaldea's special combat boots, he spoke: "However, you seem to have retained a considerable memory. You are not surprised by the ceremonial dress and my appearance, but your personality does not seem to be controlled by the owner of the body."

"What's the difference? He and I are the same person."

'The difference is quite big, so big that it seems like a diode.'

Fujimaru Ritsuka secretly complained in her heart. Just as she was about to open her mouth to smooth things over, a piece of scorched earth suddenly began to move not far from her.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's body trembled, but Minashel had already picked her up like a chicken and placed her behind him.

Menechel's bright red eyes looked at the suddenly raised scorched earth. The scorched earth on it was peeled off little by little as the bulge became larger and larger, and finally a human figure was revealed.

Under the turbid black and yellow stains, its original bright black color can be vaguely seen.

"Cough cough."

A large amount of scorched earth mixed with blood was spat out with coughing.

"The spiritual reaction is... Ezequiel." Da Vinci gave the answer. Maybe it was because of the conversation with Menechelle just now, but Da Vinci, who always did things perfectly, spoke for the first time: "I didn't expect that he was still alive after such an attack."

Climbing out of the scorched earth, Ezequiel turned over and lay on the scorching ground.

His body was depleted of magic power, but fortunately his inherent skills came in handy and barely saved his life.

However, this was the second time he had escaped a fatal injury. The next time he was injured, he would surely die.

He was so hurt and tired that he didn't want to talk, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Ezequiel: “…”

He sat up and looked at it carefully again.

All of his tiredness disappeared immediately.

Back to school.

385. Chapter 369 Enjoy What's Wrong

385.

2023-10-13

Under Ezequiel's arrangement, Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to enter the abandoned town guarded by soldiers.

After seeing the Northern Knights stationed all over the city, Artoria's face showed the same serious expression as Menechel's before.

"I never thought this mutiny would be so serious."

She had a preconceived notion that it was the division initiated by Morgan that allowed the scattered northern troops to enter the impregnable city of Camelot.

"Don't worry, Artoria. Morgan didn't cause the knights to move in." Menechel said in a comforting tone, "They had already sneaked in before Morgan launched the mutiny, but before this knight group could make any move, Morgan wiped out the kings of the North, so they were also in a dilemma."

After a pause, as if to make his statement more persuasive, Menichel added, "I think their target should be me in this era and the fortress I am stationed in."

Altria remembered what Lancer had said before and fell silent for a moment.

Menechel surrendered the city in rebellion, which was later recognized as a turning point in the Camelot monarchy.

But Artoria didn't believe it. She would rather believe that Guinevere would betray her because she couldn't stand the loneliness than believe that Menechal would become an enemy. Artoria had never thought that there would be a day when she would go into battle with Menechal.