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

Ezequiel held down Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulders, and when he felt Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze on him, he shook his head slightly.

Following Ezequiel's gaze, Fujimaru Ritsuka saw Altria. The petite queen lowered her head, her fists clenched tightly, and her body was even shaking slightly because of excessive force.

It can be seen that Altria is engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

“Give them the time.”

Ezequiel said in a very low voice.

"But……"

The uneasiness in his heart could not be dispelled, so he let his reliable teammates explore the enemy's base alone - Fujimaru Ritsuka had seen such a plot in boys' comics more than once, but the endings were not very good.

“I know you’re worried.” Ezequiel’s voice was strangely calm, as if he was sighing and making a statement: “But he doesn’t need to worry. Retreating from the enemy alone is not conceited.”

Conceit is a lack of clarity about one's own self-awareness.

But if a person in his field, through constant training and hard work, wins success again and again by accumulation, he will no longer be confused. It is not blind arrogance, nor is it conceit, nor is it arrogance influenced by external materials. It is a treasure forged with sweat, completely belonging to him, and the self-confidence that can withstand any burning and freezing.

"Hmm." Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't understand the deeper meaning of Ezequiel's words, but she could feel the emotions that were almost overflowing from the other's voice.

During her conversation with Ezequiel, Altria, who had been holding her breath for a long time, finally took a step forward as if she had made some important decision.

"Menechel!"

The petite king opened his mouth to call out to Minechel, but when he looked up, he found that Minechel had not left at all. He was half-turned sideways and looking at him.

Her ears felt a little hot and her heart was beating against her chest at a high speed for some reason. Altria's lips trembled and she tried her best to keep a straight face, her expression even colder than usual.

She knew that this was an emotion called shyness.

She would definitely be shy if she made the following move that was not in line with the king's demeanor in front of everyone.

But once Altria makes up her mind, she won't change it easily.

"I must say it this time."

"I……"

'This is one of Lancer's regrets that was transmitted from his spiritual base.'

"You must..."

I regret why I had to act like a king until the very end.

"You must come back."

Resentment, why she couldn't show the feelings that belonged to [Altria] to Menechel.

"I do not want to lose you."

She didn't know whether this was her emotion, Lancer's, King Arthur's, or Altria's.

but--

She took a step forward, and without anyone expecting it, she stood on tiptoe and almost hysterically grabbed the two corners of the shawl at Menachere's collar.

"If you're not here anymore..."

"I am the only one left."

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t know, Minashel will know and he will solve everything.

Altria believed so.

There was a definite gentleness coming from the front of him. Menachel was stunned at first, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably. His sharp red eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold red light disappeared. There was no negative emotion coming from that smile. Menachel actually showed a normal happy smile.

He retracted his steps forward and hugged Altria more tightly, but was afraid of hurting the person in his arms, so he didn't dare to use too much force. He didn't know where to put his hands, and he showed a rare hesitant look.

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest."

……

In terms of spiritual foundation, Saber Minachel's agility is not particularly outstanding, but that is relative to her other attributes.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Menichel's figure disappeared at the end of the sight.

When the last bright red color completely faded away, Altria's chest felt empty, as if Gawain had dug out the core of a potato.

She stared blankly at the still dark night, not knowing what she was thinking.

"It's love."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Altria, with a clear teasing tone.

"It's not a love emotion that belongs to a king."

Altria turned her head in response.

The upper half of Merlin's body almost blended into the night, and through his translucent body one could even see the surprised expression of Fujimaru Ritsuka behind him.

The feeling of loss was frozen on Altria's face before she could even contain herself.

"Ugh, Merlin, you're not dead yet!"

It was Da Vinci who spoke out the thoughts of everyone present. Perhaps because she felt the pleasure of speaking her mind in the conversation with Menachere, she completely lost the courtesy she had shown towards the great magician at the beginning.

The projection surface clearly showed her incredible expression. Under the bombardment of Lancer's nearly destructive treasure, even Chaldea's communications were affected, but Merlin, who was the direct contact party, was still able to float out leisurely.

"Eh? So that makes me sad."

Merlin's tone dropped at first, but then quickly rose again: "At that time, I hid in the holy sword, so I escaped."

"It is also thanks to my two disciples who protected me very well."

"So you come out now because you have some unfulfilled wishes?"

Da Vinci had absolutely no interest in finding out about the other person's escape experience.

"Yeah. Although I really want to be lazy, but with Lancer here, Menachere can't sit back and relax even if he tries his best, so I have to do something." Merlin narrowed his eyes.

"You are currently only borrowing part of Lancer's spiritual power, so you are unable to fully unleash the power of the holy sword."

"So please put the holy sword back into the stone slab. When you know who you really are, pull it out again."

So busy, so busy, so busy. Why do I have to do the homework before National Day after National Day? So busy, so busy, so busy, so busy

388. Chapter 372 The Legendary First Knight (I)

388.

2023-10-21

At night, the jade-white high walls emitted a layer of faint fluorescence. A torch was hung almost every few meters, illuminating every dark place outside the city.

The city gate stands tall and majestic, and all the wind, sand and cold night seem to be blocked by the towering and solid city.

This is the holy city Camelot.

At this time, it was late at night. Although the holy city, which used to be solemn, was as quiet as ever, there was a disturbing depression hidden under this silence.

Although the soldiers on duty were still trying to stay alert and be on guard against any movement outside the city, their slightly stretched bodies already revealed signs of fatigue.

The tiredness was not just physical. Only an hour had passed since they had been on guard. It was not really tiring for the knights. The tiredness was more of a mental one.

Not long ago, news came from the North - King Arthur, who was driven out of Camelot, sent a notice to the whole of Britain, gathering all the loyal and brave knights to recapture Camelot.

Menechel, Duke of the River Lea, was the first to respond to King Arthur's call.

King Arthur and Menechal. These two names are absolutely irresistible figures to the British people of this era.

The chosen knight king, and the strongest and undefeated knight.

Many knights had already begun to regret their decision. Because of the inexplicable emotions that had surged up at the moment, they followed Morgan in the rebellion without knowing why. Now thinking back, it was simply like they had been taken away by evil spirits.

"Hey, have you heard?" Finally, a knight hid in the dark where the torches met. The light from the fire made his face look unreal. He whispered, "The warrior (Saber) sent by Lord Morgan was killed."

The knight who was being addressed could no longer bear the oppressive atmosphere in the city. He seemed to have found an outlet to vent his feelings and spoke at this moment: "I heard that Lord Morgan had already fled, leaving us behind as a blood sacrifice."

He had never heard anyone say that, but that didn't stop him from applying it to others.

He wanted to speak more, but he caught a glimpse of a bright red light coming from the corner. The discouraging words he was about to say changed in a short time, and he said in a very stiff tone: "Don't worry, this is Camelot, the most solid city in all of Britain. Even the strongest Lord Menechel can't break through this wall."

However, the knight standing in front of him did not notice the person behind him at the first time, and he was a little confused. Fortunately, before he could say anything, another voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

"Gentlemen, please do not be distracted while on duty, otherwise even I will be forced to do something sad."

Tristan's unique voice, full of ups and downs, like reciting poetry, rang out.

As if being stared at by a poisonous snake spitting apricots, a chill crept up the necks of the two knights.

It is true that Menechel is terrible, but now Lord Tristan, who is their immediate superior, can take their lives at any time.

But Tristan just gave a small warning and didn't do anything drastic.

The morale is low, which can be seen by any discerning person.

But Tristan couldn't help it, nor did he want to.

As Morgan's accomplice, he had no right to punish these knights who were influenced by Guinevere's treasure and forced to rebel.

When will the enemy... no, the king's army arrive?

Tristan didn't know, but he knew that tonight was a quiet night, and the cool and silent evening breeze surrounded his ears.

Suddenly, the coolness seemed to be diluted.

This subtle difference startled Tristan, and his tightly closed eyes opened at this moment.

The night and the sandstorm were not obstacles to him as an Archer.

The long robe that almost covered half of his body was lifted up by the wind, and a bow and harp suddenly appeared in Tristan's arms. At this time, Tristan's fingers were pressed on the strings.

The invisible sound blade shot out from his arms, and the wind pressure it created lifted the red hair on his forehead, but Tristan's eyes also opened as wide as possible at this time.

The sonic blade cut through the thick night and shot towards one direction.

The invisible arrow is quiet and silent, but the magic power attached to it is enough to shred the enemy into pieces the moment it hits.

This is Tristan's treasure, Failnaught. Although it does not have the fiery and violent power of Gawain or Lancelot, its assassination effect is far superior to those of his two comrades.

boom--

A deafening roar came from afar.

But that was not caused by Tristan's Noble Phantasm.

Countless red lightning bolts lit up from the distant sky, tearing a hole in the dark night. Lightning and thunder intertwined, forming countless red lightning snakes in the sky, winding and circling, madly biting every inch of the surrounding land.

The sonic blade was torn to pieces by the violent thunder.

The collision of pure magic power and the scorching air wave that erupted in that instant pressed towards the city of Camelot like a tidal wave.

Tristan's face changed, and he raised his bow and harp to block the air in front of him. The next moment, the frenzied airflow blew the knights guarding the city into pieces.

The enemy's strength was far beyond his expectations.

——This power is Master Menachere...

Tristan wanted to organize the city defense, but Morgan's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"return"

Tristan looked hesitant, and Morgan's voice sounded again.

"Come back immediately"

His body made its own decision and disappeared uncontrollably.

However, the knights on the city wall did not notice the departure of their commander. Amid screams of "enemy attack", arrows continued to shoot towards the direction where lightning had just appeared.

The thunder roared once again, but this time there was no magnificent visual impact of the Razer blockade. Instead, a blood-colored stream dragging a dazzling stream of light approached from a distance.

Before the blood-colored light arrived, the air became hot and dry. The fire and fluorescence were suppressed by the blood-colored lightning.

A dark purple barrier emerged and collided with the raging red thunder, but it only lasted for less than a second before countless cracks appeared.

Keng!

The barrier shattered.

The red ball of light hit the city gate directly.

The solid city gate sank, but it was ultimately not broken through by the flesh and blood. However, the stone wall used to fix the city gate was forcibly lifted off.

The flying city gate smashed into the city with rubble, and the roar instantly covered up all the screams and curses in the city. The only sound left in the huge city of Camelot was the echo of the city gate smashing into the ground.