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

But, unexpectedly, the man in front of him, the knight who was immersed in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, did not swing his sword. Although he said so, he did not hide the extremely contemptuous look in his eyes. He did not know that his words set the gears of Ezequiel's fate into motion.

Ezequiel survived, and in order to boost morale, his country packaged him as a fearless knight. However, he could not be happy no matter what. Every time late at night, he would think of the sunset that day.

He thought of that day every night, from being the most humble squire knight looked down upon by others to becoming the future star of the kingdom, so he honed his swordsmanship over and over again. Later, he seemed to have really become a great figure, and everyone respectfully called him "Lord Ezequiel" - Lord, what a touching and wonderful name, but it was far less exciting than the Blood Knight's words "I will remember you" that day.

He always remembered the Blood Knight. When they met again, he was no longer young. His hair was gray and his eyes had lost the sharpness in his memory. This time, he pushed the invincible knight in his memory into a desperate situation. But what he felt was anger. It had only been a few years, and he had not yet shown him his power, but the powerful knight in his memory had become old.

He was angry, sad, and somehow, he felt pain. He failed to defeat the old knight.

The last time they met was on that snowy plain. The old knight became young again. Ezequiel charged the black knight against the fleeing crowd—and was beheaded.

And until the moment before death, he saw his headless body falling forward, he saw the First Knight retracting his knight's sword, and he saw that his gaze never stopped.

It was over, just like that time, this was the third fatal injury, and he had no strength left.

My eyelids gradually became heavy, and I could hear the whistling of strong wind blowing through the rock formations.

In a trance, he seemed to see the white-haired knight under the perpetually frozen snow.

The howling sound of the wind and snow became louder again, this time mixed with other sounds.

"Is that all you have?"

Is that all?

--How can it be?

……

Lancer swung his spear, trying to throw the corpse hanging on the tip of the spear off.

It was indeed a corpse. Golden particles were peeling off from the surface of the spiritual base, and the mystical part faded away as the spiritual base was shattered.

But the hand was holding the tip of the gun tightly and could not move.

Lancer frowned unhappily, and the pure gold magic spread along the spear, instantly covering Ezequiel who was hanging on the spear.

The already dilated pupils brightened up at this moment.

Ezequiel's feet suddenly moved.

The tip of the spear pierced his heart. This should have been the third fatal wound, a curse that Ezequiel would never survive.

But he still moved.

When the third fatal injury was inflicted, the Servant Ezequiel left the stage, but the owner of the body - the Ezequiel of this era was still not completely dead. He used his remaining will to mobilize the power of the Heroic Spirit that had not yet completely dissipated.

The pain was excruciating. He wanted to give up, but he swore to Menachere with such brazen words:

——I will definitely protect Fujimaru Ritsuka.

So, how could that be all!

Ezequiel used his right foot to exert force, tensing his muscles, and forced his body to stand up again.

The dying body burst out with a strength that even Ezequiel himself was surprised by. He grabbed the spear that pierced his chest with one hand, and then he exerted force suddenly.

--laugh!

The tip of the gun penetrated deeper into Ezequiel’s chest!

Originally he was only at the upper part of the spear, but now, he forced the handle of the spear through his chest.

This made Ezequiel stand in front of Lancer.

Ezequiel, whose body was burning as if he was wearing a coat of fire, looked at Lancer, but there was no regret or fear on King Arthur's face.

Even if he tried his best, all he could do was to catch the surprise in Lancer's eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He howled hoarsely - or maybe not. He stretched out his hand, pulling the golden flames that enveloped his body, and the pitch-black knight's sword was covered with gold, slashing towards Lancer's cheek.

Looking at that hand, Lancer remained unmoved, and an invisible pressure spread out from her to the surroundings.

The magic is released!

The hand that Ezequiel stretched out, along with the knight's sword, was shattered by the sweeping magic power.

The magic vortex had not yet calmed down, but the sound of air being stirred and breaking through the air could be heard by my ears.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Altria rushing towards him at high speed.

Taking advantage of this moment of opportunity, Altria grasped the hilt of the Sword of Promised Victory with both hands.

Lancer subconsciously raised his left hand to stop the hilt of the holy sword.

“In the name of the Command Spell—”

That was the voice of Fujimaru Ritsuka. Lancer glanced at the girl. Fujimaru Ritsuka was thrown out. She had just climbed up and had no time to cry out in pain before she used the last stroke of the Command Seal.

Summon a Servant? Doesn't matter.

“——Stop!”

The deep red texture started from Lancer's outstretched left hand and gathered towards her palm. The Holy Grail that had disappeared before appeared in Lancer's palm again.

Lancer wanted to swing the gun, but Ezequiel's only remaining hand grabbed the gun and stabbed it into his abdomen. He lowered his center of gravity, arched his body, and almost knelt on the ground.

bang——

It was a crisp and ethereal sound of impact.

The Sword of Promised Victory came into contact with the Holy Grail, leaving fine cracks from the point of impact.

Finally, the astonishment on Lancer's face turned into gloom, and he pulled out his spear, cutting Ezequiel, who had finally let go of his hand, horizontally. Lancer retracted the spear and stabbed at Altria, but what arrived faster than the spear was the circle of white smoke that exploded at the place where she had originally stood.

The smoke and dust suddenly rushed towards Lancer in front of him in a regular pattern. The bright red sword rolled up the thick smoke and divided the battlefield.

In the thick smoke, Ezequiel saw the knight standing before him.

His back was straight and he didn't need to imitate anyone.

Just as in memory, forever young, forever strong.

He closed his eyes and fell forward.

But it didn't fall to the ground, a hand supported his body.

"well done."

Ezequiel opened his eyes suddenly and saw that calm face.

He raised the corners of his mouth.

——Ahh, I see.

He finally understood what he was thinking at that time.

"My wish is just this."

It was not for fame or status. He just wanted to prove to the powerful knight who first asked a nobody like him his name that he was a qualified knight worthy of his praise.

Ezequiel, you have done your job well.

That is enough.

"Next, leave it to me."

Putting Ezequiel's body down, there was no trace of the heroic spirit on that broken body.

There was no time to mourn Ezequiel's death, for already standing on the battlefield was the strongest knight in Britain in a hundred years, Menechel.

Ezequiel, a fan of Menai, can be called the succubus of Great Britain

Ezequiel's skill: [Glory of the Strongest Destruction] When the enemy's strength or durability is higher than yours, your agility will be reduced by three attributes (i.e. agility E). At the same time, your strength must be one level higher than the enemy, so Lancer cannot cut him in one go.

397. Chapter 380 Belongs to Me

397.

2023-11-13

The armor that was damaged by the cut of the Holy Grail was quickly repaired by the nourishment of magic, and the red shawl fluttered quietly.

At this moment, the expression on Lancer's face was extremely shaken.

"It seems that you are not suitable for using conspiracy and defeating the enemy in an open and honest way. Just leave the despicable tricks to me." Menichel's eyes were deep.

"You..." Lancer frowned, obviously uncomfortable with Menachere's strange tone: "How did you find out?"

"The magic that Fujimaru described to me, which you used the Holy Grail to perform to seal off space, has too many similarities to the magic that Morgan used to imprison me. The magic that could not be broken from the inside was easily broken from the outside by the intruder (Ezequiel)."

"Admittedly, I couldn't observe the situation on the scene, but Fujimaru is an amazing commander. She extracted the most important information."

"Two command spells. The first time he was distracted by fear, but at that time Fujimaru could vaguely remember that Lancer was holding the Holy Grail when he appeared. Plus the second command spell made Lancer do it again without any meaning. I took out the Holy Grail—the two strokes of the Command Seal were all applied to the Holy Grail."

Despite all these anomalies, and even though he looked down on Morgan, Minashel still did not let the woman touch his body.

If the master-servant contract could be twisted by sight alone, Morgan would not have needed to risk his life to set up that trap. So, it was the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail that Morgan had been holding in his arms was the one that actually severed or diverted the contract between Menachere and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Therefore, it is not difficult to speculate that Morgan used the barrier cast by the Holy Grail to seal Menechel inside the Holy Grail, and before that, Morgan had established a connection between Lancer and the Holy Grail. Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka's original intention was to summon Menechel's Command Seal, so he summoned the Holy Grail far away in Camelot along with Lancer.

The use of the third Command Seal at the last moment was entirely an improvisation by Ritsuka Fujimaru - Menachel, who was not at the scene, could not provide the most direct help. Fortunately, Ritsuka Fujimaru was an excellent Master and seized the few seconds of opportunity that Ezequiel gained with his life.

"Really amazing." Lancer's eyebrows softened. In Lancer's opinion, Menechel was unrivaled in both wisdom and force. However, such a powerful man could not resist the wheel of fate in the end.

She saw that Menachel had almost recovered, and her magic power also rose. Facing Menachel, she seemed much more cautious than before. Although she was the only one left fighting alone, Lancer still looked unwilling to give up.

The abundant magic power was definitely not comparable to that of Morgan and others he had fought before. Lancer did not choose to ride a horse. In the narrow room, riding a horse against an opponent like Menechel would actually be a limitation for him.

Just when Menechel thought the battle was about to break out, Lancer spoke again: "I don't want to fight you. Do you remember the agreement I made with you?"

“Promise?” Menechel blinked. He inquired about Saber’s consciousness, but the idiot also seemed very confused.

"When I am no longer a king, I want to experience the love of common people."

Almost at the moment Lancer said this, Altria suddenly raised her eyes, and her emerald green pupils looked at Menechel anxiously.

Lancer ignored him. She had a stern face but her eyes were sparkling. "So, you want to come over to my side?"

This was the second time Lancer had invited Minechel.

"Are you here..."

Saber's consciousness had already begun to make an agonizing decision, but Menechel had no intention of considering the other party's opinion.

"Feel sorry."

While he was speaking, Menechel had already raised his greatsword.

Lancer looked surprised, but she also raised her gun across her chest at the same time.

She had thought that Menechelle would refuse, but Lancer had never expected a rejection as unhesitating as the one in front of her.

——It’s probably because of the “me” of this era.

This was the reason Lancer could think of, and her eyes dimmed a little.

That's right, Menechel loved the upright and benevolent King Arthur, and her current actions were no longer worthy of the title of "King".

"It's not entirely because of the King."

"Eh?"

Altria, who had been relieved by Menachere's rejection, was cheered up again by these words.

"I don't care whether she is a king or not, nor do I care whether she is righteous or not. If she is a wise and benevolent king, then I will be a pillar of the country. If she is a tyrannical and incompetent king, then I will be a treacherous minister who brings disaster to the country."

"I only know that I'll stand wherever she is." Menechel spoke calmly, but Altria stared at his back in a daze.

An inexplicable emotion spread from the bottom of her heart. She didn't know what it was, but it was not unpleasant.

Menechel had his back to Altria, so she couldn't see Menechel's expression at the moment, but Lancer was facing Menechel, so she could see Menechel's expression.

That was the suppressed inner throbbing and anxiety while pretending to be calm.

It's really outrageous. He is already a local lord, but he acts like a pure virgin.

"So, don't get confused. I am not your him, and you are not my king."

"I don't know why you chose to be Camelot's enemy, but no matter what your reason is, I will fight you."

Having said this, the scarlet magic began to wrap around the greatsword from his palm. When Menachel closed his eyes and opened them again, his scarlet eyes became narrow and long, like the pupils of a hunting snake.

"Is that all right?"