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

Saber took over the body again. He pouted but did not object.

——The main character has said all the nice things, and it would become ugly if you raise any objections.

"Is this so?"

Lancer's expression changed from dazed to relieved.

Well, if a guy with a face exactly like hers could kidnap her Minachell with just a few words, she wouldn't feel good either.

Her knight had been killed by her own hands.

What she faced was a stranger, an enemy, who had the same appearance as her knight and was blocking her from achieving her goal.

Holding the gun in one hand, the magic power of pure gold ripples on the surface of the body.

That was the sign that Lancer was entering a fighting stance.

At some point, she suddenly pulled out a gun.

It was also a tentative attack, but it was fundamentally different from the previous one. Lancer did have the intention to kill.

When the spear and sword collided, the scattered magic radiation enveloped the two people behind him, forcing Minachel to divert his attention and mobilize magic to offset the aftermath of the magic.

——She wants to consume your magic power.

The original body's analysis came from the bottom of my heart.

In order to defeat Lancer, the broken state is essential, but it takes a lot of magic to enter the broken state.

Unlike Lancer who was powered by the Holy Grail, Menechel Saber's magic power was limited. If she ran out of magic power due to a protracted battle, failure would be inevitable.

Menechel glanced at Lancer, and suddenly exerted force on his feet, and a violent lightning snake suddenly rose from under his feet.

Raising the sword, Razer raised his head, and bit as his hands came down.

Thick blood-colored magic power almost formed mist, which was carried by the greatsword and slashed towards Lancer. The dragon sword, suppressing the pain, roared and smashed into Lancer's chest. With the tip of the sword as the center, a flashing red suddenly expanded, distorting and assimilating the surrounding scenery.

Click click click——

Lancer was startled by the sudden burst of magic power. She hurriedly mobilized the magic power at the tip of the spear, and the spear that was originally attacking quickly turned defensive.

Not to mention Lancer, even Menechel himself didn't react.

——Because, this guy actually used the second sword here without any reason!

Saber, are you awake?

Although the mature Minai said that Lancer was not his king, if he really didn't care, he could let Lancer fight him with hesitation. So, he was actually very hesitant and just gave the choice to the battle.

Chapter 380 The Hidden Second Sword

--will die!

Facing the dragon sword directly in front of him, this thought suddenly arose in Lancer's heart.

That majestic aura is a treasure!

Lancer recalled the sword that cut off the Noble Phantasm when he first met Menechel.

There is no doubt that it is a powerful attack that requires a huge amount of magic power to release.

Almost subconsciously, she summoned her warhorse.

This hinders one's ability to move in the narrow terrain.

But at this point, the ability to move is no longer useful.

Whether she moved forward or backward or just lay down, Lancer had a vague feeling that no matter how she dodged, she would not be able to escape from this sword.

As soon as the warhorse was materialized, it was frightened by the tyrannical aura emanating from Menechel who was so close to it, and its body became stiff. Lancer used one hand to grab the reins, and the pale golden fluorescence protected the white horse's body, allowing it to temporarily regain the ability to move.

Lancer squeezed the horse's belly with both legs. The white horse snorted and kicked its four hooves downward with all its strength. Its upper body was raised high, and the whole horse was in a leaping posture.

The warhorse rushed out of the house in a charging posture, but after it had only taken a few steps, the dragon sword had already caught up with it, and stabbed at the warhorse with a force that almost flattened the air.

Before the sword arrived, the white horse had already foamed at the mouth, and it was about to take off when it tilted to one side. But Lancer on the horse had planned it out. She decisively let go of the reins, and her body rose from the horse's back with the bumps, jumping to a higher altitude.

If this trend continues, Lancer can definitely rely on inertia to avoid the most fatal injury.

Lancer's holy green eyes were always fixed on the dragon sword. The sword that was about to sink into the horse's soft belly twisted in the blink of an eye.

The straight dragon sword showed an exaggerated ninety-degree bend, almost turning into a vertical sickle - no, it was not the dragon sword itself that changed, it was the effect of the space being bent.

In just a blink of an eye, the dragon sword returned to normal, but the sword that was originally slashing horizontally now showed an upward slant and slashed straight towards Lancer above.

The red blood mist dragged by the greatsword did not dissipate at all, but the warhorse had been charred black by the raging lightning snake at some point.

Lancer stepped on the wreckage of his warhorse and rose up again in the golden and black dust.

But that only bought a moment of time, the scarlet sword was like a poisonous snake, tightly wrapping around its prey and refusing to let go.

——The ability to hit the target as soon as possible, perhaps it is the same type of causal treasure as the Green Knight.

Since you can't run, then defend!

The approaching greatsword carried the threat of death. Menechel seemed to be hanging on the sword, climbing up at a speed that did not match his physique, and pounced towards Lancer.

The distance between the two sides closed rapidly, and finally, Lancer was able to see the situation of the person in front of him clearly.

Not only the armor, but also the sword, the skin, the blood, and even the raging thunder around were all painted with a black and red luster.

The skin of the body was torn apart by the violent magic power, and what was exposed under the wound was not pink flesh, but black stratum corneum.

At this moment, Menechel swung his sword again upwards, toward where Lancer was.

But this time Lancer was not backing down, and there was no place for him to back down.

Using the time gained by the death of the warhorse, Lancer's magic power has reached a threshold.

The bright-colored spear tip struck the sword in a downward thrust.

The advantage in her physical position and the length of her weapon allowed her to suffer as little damage as possible in the subsequent magical collision.

——But soon, Lancer's eyes froze.

The turbid red magic power burned on the sword, and the chaotic color made the blade seem to be twisted. Unlike the previous bends, this time the sword seemed to become illusory in an instant.

From the illusory sword body, a crescent-shaped blood-red blade of light gushed out with the slash.

The blood-colored light hit Lancer's body, and the exploding blood blade corroded and eroded the magic power that protected Lancer's body.

The next moment, the spear raised a glow like the setting sun, and the blade tore through the atmosphere. Menechel was prepared. He loosened the hilt with his left hand, and the red magic cast a deep shadow on his arm. His swung hand hit the spear shaft.

The spear that was originally piercing his heart changed its direction slightly due to this tremor, and pierced straight into the left shoulder of Menechel who was extremely close to him. The golden light penetrated his body and gushed out from Menechel's back.

Lancer's magic power was also broken by the blood blade. He took advantage of the gap before the magic power was filled and thrust out his left hand.

His left hand blocked Lancer's right hand holding the gun, preventing her from moving immediately.

Menechel, whose ferocity was aroused by the pain, said nothing. He faced Lancer's gun with a hideous smile, and the exploding magic power spread out to the surroundings with Menechel as the core.

The strength in his palm suddenly increased, and Lancer's wrist guard deformed rapidly, and was about to be crushed. At this time, his right hand also moved.

Holding the sword in one hand, Lancer's eyes focused, and with his right hand, he pushed the spear shaft a little deeper inside. The spear rotated, causing the blade that was originally intended to fall on her neck to slightly deviate and fall on Lancer's left shoulder. The shoulder armor was useless, and the sharp blade sank into the flesh, blood was gushed out, and was quickly evaporated into blood gas by the violent thunder snake.

The two's eyes met, and Lancer saw in Menechel's eyes the madness of a bloodthirsty lone wolf.

After rising to the extreme, the body began to fall down uncontrollably. At this moment, both sides simultaneously released their magic power, and the magic power of red and gold was stimulated to the extreme at this moment.

boom--!

The dull roar stirred up dust that fell into the city. The floating dust mixed with the blood mist to form a vast miasma. It was hard to imagine that anyone could survive in this place that looked like it had been hit by a meteorite.

Suddenly, two scarlet rays of murderous light shone from the center where the smell of blood was the strongest.

The blood mist was stirred and gathered towards the center. A human figure appeared in the mist that was so thick that it seemed to be oozing blood. Raging magic power surged through his body. The human figure moved, and he slowly stood up, revealing the face of Menechel. He was gasping for breath, but what came out of his mouth was a strange blood mist.

The charred muscles and dried blood on the body slowly healed.

Click click click——

Menechel glanced at the dragon sword and saw fishing net-like cracks on the sword.

"Sure enough, even you have to pay the price."

It was a cold female voice. Although the tone was gentle, there was an obvious sense of complacency in the ending tone.

Along with the sound, another soft fluorescent light lit up on the other side of the haze. The blue-gold light pattern on Lancer's body, which had been ready for a long time, lit up from her wound, hiding the injuries caused by Menechel's previous slash.

"Scabbard, Avalon."

The corners of Menechel's mouth turned downwards, but there was no surprise on his pale face.

"The injury is much lighter than expected."

She seemed to be at ease, as she had already prepared an emergency plan, which was Avalon.

Lancer waved her palm to disperse some of the tiny particles in front of her. Her eyes fell on Menechel's dragon sword, which seemed to be becoming fragile and could break at any time.

"If I'm not mistaken, the upper limit is three times."

Menechel's face froze, but before he could control his expression, he suddenly felt a pair of burning gazes.

Lancer had shifted his gaze to his face without him noticing, taking in all his expressions.

Seeing what Minachell was saying, Lancer's icy face softened: "It seems I guessed right."

The abilities of a Servant are often closely related to their deeds during their lifetime. As long as their real name is known, their approximate abilities can be reverse-derived.

Although, there are heroes whose deeds during their lifetime do not match the legends, even if two heroes live in the same era, it is impossible for them to know each other's deeds in detail.

Just like Lancer, even though she was King Arthur during her lifetime, it was impossible for her to know even the smallest anecdotes about every knight under her command.

But Minechelle was different. In the last few years of her life, she would dream of him every time she fell asleep, as if she had witnessed his life as a bystander.

He didn't hide anything from her, and his whole life was around her.

The first sword is to abandon the battle of health in the outer city.

The second sword was the Stark battle that abandoned fame.

The third sword, which was also the end point of his glorious life, was the capture of the city of Bilu alone.

At this moment, two of the three swords have been gone.

"You want to move the battlefield, right? To prevent the aftermath of our fight from affecting other people."

As he said that, Lancer closed his eyes tightly, and Menechel suddenly realized that the spear was no longer in Lancer's hand.

An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of my heart.

The thick clouds in the sky suddenly spread to the sides, and layers of dark gold appeared in the deep black clouds.

"Sorry, it's just like you said."

"In order to win, I must do whatever it takes now."

Lancer raised her face, and her eyes looked through Menachere and saw another person.

She suddenly laughed.

"From the moment I embarked on this path, I lost the qualifications to be called the Knight King."

——The Noble Phantasm is released, shining in the Holy Lance of the End (Rhongomyniad).

The huge spear tip emerged from the clouds.The golden magic power constructed the body of the holy spear. The huge body of the spear that almost spanned the entire sky separated the sky and the region the moment it emerged from the dark clouds.

Compared to the last time, the spear body is much more solid this time.

A ray of magic power seeping through the gun illuminated the figures of Lancer and Menechel, as well as Menechel's cracked greatsword.

How would you choose?

No, there is no need to choose at all.

If it were [Menchel], that would be the only choice he would make.

I looked at my schedule and I probably won’t have time to write tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I wrote it today. Maybe I was a bit rushed and didn’t have time to revise it.

Chapter 381 Wake up, and then, goodbye, King Arthur

Kamran at sunset looks like a kingdom that is about to end, with light and shadow cast by the monotonous setting sun.

The knight, holding his lance high, rushed forward shouting angrily, but was stabbed in the chest with a bullet.