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

The opponent came extremely suddenly, appearing almost right above Menchel's body. The distance between the two was too close for Menchel to react in time, and the attack on Morgan was resolved by Berserker with an overwhelming force.

The external magic power formed the shape of a lightning snake around Menechel's body, and the red lightning penetrated the armor that Berserker pressed tightly against Menechel's body and acted on Lancelot.

The pervasive electric arc instantly ignited the black smoke, and Berserker's true appearance was vaguely revealed under the thin mist. Thunder snakes surrounded Berserker's full body armor, deep red flames burned silently, and a burnt smell emanated from Berserker.

But what was even faster than the burning was the brilliant golden magic power acting on Berserker, which constantly repeated the process of repairing and destroying Berserker's body.

“Aaaaaaaa——!”

Perhaps it was because the pain was too intense that made Berserker roar miserably, and the spikes on the end of his knee pads sank into Menechel's armor as he rushed forward with all his might.

The black and red lines spread like a spider web along the entry point on Menechel's armor.

——Knight of Owner

This is Lancelot's protective gear according to the intelligence, which can turn ordinary objects into treasures or seize other people's treasures.

What Lancelot has to do now is to transform Menechel's armor into his own treasure.

On the other side, the overwhelmed Menechel could clearly feel that his connection with the armor was severed. The solid armor now imprisoned his body like a prison that restricted his movements. At a certain moment, the tearing of the lightning snake stopped.

The dragon armor restricted the magic power within Menechel's body. Without the restriction, Berserker exerted his strength again. Eight black chains grew from his back and connected to the spiritual veins under the jade throne, once again making up for the deficiency of the basic value.

Menechel's body quickly came to life under the stimulation of magic power. The magic power that exceeded his limit made his armor creak. The knotted muscles under the armor swelled, and the explosive force supported Menechel's body little by little. He actually lifted himself up little by little despite the pressure from Berserker.

But before he could completely get rid of Lancelot, a cold touch had already touched his forehead.

Tristan appeared at some point and put the bow against Menechel's forehead. He still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't want to look directly at Menechel, but one of his hands had already pulled the bowstring.

“Failnaught!”

This time it was no longer an invisible sound wave. Instead, the blue wave-shaped magic power brought up a golden air wave that swallowed up Berserker and Menechel together.

The Berserker submerged in the air wave slowly appeared beside Tristan.

Morgan looked at Tristan, who nodded at him.

Without encountering any magical resistance, Tristan's treasure directly acted on Menechel's head.

No matter how weak the attack is, as long as it can hit the vital point, it can kill with one blow.

Morgan sneered in her heart, her position was not just a few magic tricks arranged in advance.

The two servants and even the Holy Grail that unified the entire British spiritual veins were regarded as part of the position, and the previous weak attack was just to lure the enemy deeper.

With Lancelot and Tristan as the core of defensive counterattack, the Holy Grail and Spiritual Veins are used to make up for the deficiencies in the servants' performance.

This is Morgan's workshop.

Dust poured down, and the remnants of armor fell to the ground with a clatter, but among all the noises, there were other sounds.

"It seems that you really don't have the talent to be a king."

Morgan was startled and she subconsciously raised her head.

Menechel moved his arms in annoyance, and his eyes glanced at Archer and Berserker with obvious disdain.

At the same time as being hit, the absorbed magic power reached the level of overload.

The attribute of [Non-king attribute attacks are invalid] helped Menechel block Tristan's treasure blessed by the Holy Grail.

"You should attack my heart."

Menechel sneered, and before Tristan could react, Menechel had already come close to him.

The wind was whistling, and the greatsword smashed towards Tristan's body with unmatched momentum.

Tristan drew the sword from his waist to block, but he caught a glimpse of Menechel's sneer.

Even if Menechel did not use his Noble Phantasm, Tristan would definitely be cut in two by this sword.

The battlefield was lit up with golden light again, and the place where Tristan had stood originally became Berserker.

Berserker reached through the mist with both hands and grabbed the blade.

In order to prevent the important second sword from being used on Lancelot and the like, Menechel, who had previously fully charged his magic power, now dissipated all of his magic power.

Now, he just used pure force to force Berserker to retreat step by step, but Berserker raised his head, and his scarlet eyes reflected on Menechel through the mist.

The curse-like sound penetrated the armor and hit the eardrum of the knight in front of him.

That was the first time Menechel understood Berserker's voice, other than his meaningless roars:

"Minne-chel!"

Following this roar, the eight black chains connected to the spirit veins behind Berserker broke one by one, and the swung ends wrapped around the greatsword like suction cups.

Berserker stopped retreating.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Menechel seemed to see fighting spirit and pride in those scarlet eyes.

The sword trembled a little bit, as if it would slip out of his control at any moment.

"Ah!"

That was Morgan's sneer.

As if to proclaim that her knighthood was superior to her sister's, her voice was filled with her own unique sarcasm.

"Knight Menechel... Yumei's loyal dog."

"This Britain is not just a stage for you to perform on."

"You're not the only Servant who's been promoted by the locals here—eh?"

Morgan's tone suddenly changed halfway through her words, and her eyes widened slightly, with the smugness on her face that had not yet dissipated froze.

Menechel let go of the hilt without any reluctance, and Lancelot snatched the sword in an instant. The sword quickly dimmed under the black and red halo.

Lancelot picked up the great sword and slashed at Menechel.

But Menechel held up with one hand. Without any armor protection, he used his body alone to block the sword. On his other hand, lightning surrounded him with a hoarse explosion.

With one punch, the black mist dissipated.

The fist landed on Lancelot's head armor. With a crisp sound, the black smoke and armor shattered at the same time, revealing the hideous face underneath.

The fist continued to move forward with unabated force, landing directly on Lancelot's face.

The lightning snake raged, engulfing Lancelot's head and knocking his upper body back high, almost folding over.

Under the influence of this huge force, the golden light repaired Berserker's injured head, but was unable to balance his body.

As Menechel kicked down, the hand holding Lancelot's head pressed down hard again, and Berserker's body fell to the ground with a bang.

As Berserker fell, the dragon sword landed on the ground again. Menechel hooked his toes and grabbed the dragon sword with his free hand.

In just a moment, it pierced Lancelot's left shoulder, nailing him to the ground.

Why did Minai play so slowly? First, he wanted to test the cards, and second, he wanted Morgan to summon Lancer back to prevent himself from being stolen.

391. Chapter 375 The Legendary First Knight (IV)

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2023-10-28

He held Lancelot's head with one hand and released the hilt of the sword with the other.

Lancelot struggled to raise his head, but just as his head left the ground, Menechel's hand holding his head suddenly exerted force and smashed Lancelot's head back to the ground.

His right hand was raised high like a knife, and the exploding thunder wrapped around his palm to make a sword gesture. Menechel was about to split Lancelot's body into two.

But before his palm fell, the chain protruding from under his body entangled his elbow. Although it only delayed for a moment, it was cut off by the lightning snake. The palm fell at the right time, but at this moment, the light and shadow in front of him was blocked by someone.

Tristan stood five steps away from him, and as the bowstring was released, a magical arrow wrapped in golden air waves shot out.

Lancelot under him roared, and a manic magic power that did not belong to him surged from his body. Under the influence of the red light, he actually tore off his left shoulder that was nailed by the greatsword. His head was pressed into the gravel on the ground and rubbed desperately. Finally, he turned a little. He struggled to use his remaining right hand to grab Menechel's left hand that was pressing on his head. The chain rose into the air again, but this time it was not to entangle Menechel, but to lift up Lancelot and pull him upwards.

Between the broken visor, the bloody face that was rubbed was raised, the terrifying mouth opened, and it actually bit Menechel's falling right wrist.

The red thunder roared and tried to smash Lancelot's head, but a stronger magical power was repairing Lancelot's damaged head, and a strange lag appeared between the two sides.

Feeling the strong wind on the pavement, Menechel, who was facing the trapped beast's final counterattack, was not moved at all. He stood up quickly, and as his center of gravity shifted, Lancelot, who was pressed to the ground, was also pulled up.

Without giving Lancelot time to recover, Menechel's legs whipped Lancelot's knees like a whip.

The black armor made a crisp sound, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, and Lancelot's legs were twisted into a ball in an extremely twisted posture. But even so, Lancelot still did not let go of Menechel's hand.

The outwardly released magic power quickly dissipated at the point where the two sides were connected, and the spell cast by Morgan absorbed his magic power through Lancelot.

Menechel glanced at Lancelot, but he could not see any other emotions in those bloodshot and crazy eyes.

"A quick victory. Morgan seems to have seen your ability."

The annoying voice in his head rang out, but Menachel smiled nonchalantly.

I got the information about his abilities, so what?

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy will be crushed by pure force.

——He laughed?

On the other side, Tristan looked at Menechelle's extremely strong disdainful smile and couldn't help but be stunned, but the arrow had been sent out long ago, and he couldn't help but regret it now.

At this time, Lancelot's upper body was almost supported by Menechel.

Menechel swung his hands to the side and threw Lancelot's body in front of him. Without any leverage, Lancelot had no room to struggle. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but he could not leave any wounds on Menechel's arms. He could only watch himself being hit by the golden air wave by Menechel.

boom--!

The heat wave hit him in the face, and the explosion was so close that Tristan had to open his eyes slightly to distinguish the scenery in front of him.

The range of his treasure's explosion just now was very close to Menechel. Even with Lancelot's body as a cover, the time pressure prevented Menechel from completely hiding behind Lancelot's body.

So - it was definitely a hit, and with Lancelot's magic absorption, the overloaded magic defense could definitely not be activated.

But my heart is still uneasy.

Tristan couldn't imagine himself defeating Menechal.

The heat wave blew away the thick black smoke, and Tristan's eyes opened slightly.

A hand, with some flesh and tissue remaining but bone tissue still visible in the hole, suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes.

The rolling black smoke did not affect the speed of the hand at all, and it rushed in front of Tristan in an instant.

The flesh and blood grew wildly, filling the white bones before grabbing Tristan's head.

His consciousness urged his body to move, but his body seemed to be welded to the ground, and no matter how he urged it, it was useless.

He suddenly came back to his senses -

His body was actually shaking? As if being watched by an ancient predator, his body was shaking and shaking instinctively...

boom!

The blood bloomed, and Tristan's headless body fell limply to the ground. The black smoke had just dissipated.

The rolling head fell in front of the jade throne, turned to Morgan's feet, and turned into light particles and dissipated.

A jade-colored bird-like familiar poked its head out of Tristan's chest, but before it could completely get out, one of its feet stepped on the headless remains and crushed it into pieces.

Menechel walked out of the black smoke, swinging his charred arm with golden particles floating on it - that was certainly not his own, as the remains of Lancelot were mixed with his arm.

He swung his arms, and with his free hand, the greatsword behind him flew over and was firmly grasped in his hand.

The previously suppressed Razer lit up again.

Menachere stretched his muscles and said, "Why, that's it?"

"Stop wasting time! Kill her now!"

Suddenly the voice in his head sounded again.

but……

Weren't you the one who said earlier that we shouldn't rush to kill Morgan and force him to recall Lancer?

Disdaining to think, he just listened to the voice in his head.

"Indeed, with your powerful self-healing ability, unstoppable attack power, and dragon-like physique, it is indeed difficult for ordinary servants to defeat you, Knight Menechel."

But Morgan was not afraid. The Holy Grail floated in front of her and absorbed the souls of the two servants. Now the golden cup had a deeper color, as if it wanted to absorb Menachel's sight.

At this time, Minashel had also sensed Morgan's abnormality.