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

What happened to me today?

"What are you talking about? Those foolish people are kings. How come you put yourself in the role of a king?"

"Eh?"

Looking at Menachel who was at a loss for what to do because of saying the wrong thing, happiness filled his heart and showed on his face.

"never mind."

Artoria didn't care, but she didn't wait for Menachel to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What you just said is what I wanted to say." Altria suddenly stood up and put her head in front of Menechel's turned face.

"Hmm." Menechel was unable to dodge and Altria saw the blush on his face.

"Altria is so strange today. Is it related to the dream you just had?"

He murmured, perhaps because of shame his voice sounded a little lisp.

"Do you want to know?" Altria stood up: "I'll tell you when I get back."

"Then, there are many things I want to tell you."

There are so many things I want to tell you, from the moment you left until now.

The wind blew through the treetops, rustling the green leaves on the branches. Feeling the gentle wind, Altria seemed to have thought of something.

She turned her head and glanced behind her from the corner of her eye. She only saw the two people standing in the most remote position, who seemed out of place in the world. One was her and the other was Saber.

They just watched while she raised her head in triumph.

She shook her head, pulled the dazed knight, and walked into the dream created by fragrant grass and sunshine.

ps1: Lancer's personality is very different because this is a dream, and secondly, he has suppressed his emotions for several years and now when he sees that person, all of his emotions burst out.

ps2: I will feel uneasy if I don't finish writing the ending of Lancer

Chapter 384 Kai?

——Da da!

There was the sound of a heavy object pressing on the grass, and a chill was approaching this side along with the sound of stiff footsteps.

The biting coldness was like a poisoned dagger, forcefully bringing Menechelle's dazed consciousness back to reality.

——Not dead?

This was the first thought that came to mind, and the heat in his chest dissipated the numbness in his body.

The scabbard moved slowly but steadily, and Avalon pulled him back from the brink of death.

but.

Menechel was a little dazed, his brain, which seemed sluggish because he had just woken up, was a little malfunctioning for a moment.

According to his original plan, in order to release the third sword, he did not retain even a trace of magic power, not even the magic power to use skills to recover from injuries, let alone Avalon.

Could it be that Saber changed her mind at the last minute and failed to strike the third time?

Menechel forced himself to open his eyes. The scenery he saw was blurry due to the high overlap. Heat rushed into his eyes. He tried to open his eyes several times. Finally, through the tiny gap that opened his eyes, he could see the nearby scene clearly.

Close to him, a holy golden human figure was quietly burning. From the limbs to the head, every inch of skin was burned to ashes under the scorching light blue flame. The blue-gold flame was transmitted to his body along the other party's palm pressed on his chest - the warmth he felt before was actually the heat generated by its burning.

——Is that so.

Menechel closed his eyes again.

The wind that blew past brought a hint of sinister coldness and dampness.

——He was actually rescued by the enemy.

He used all his tricks and illusions to severely injure Lancer, but Lancer saved his life before he was on the verge of death.

What was this, a declaration of my status as a strong man that "I can save you or I can kill you"?

It was hard to describe the feeling in his heart, and Menechel thought with complicated feelings.

His lungs were burning with pain. Lancer's spear piercing his chest had obviously damaged his lungs. Fortunately, half of his body was now mixed with the spirit of the Heroic Spirit, so he was not too dependent on breathing.

Clang.

A crisp sound made Menechelle open her eyes again. At this time, the remaining remains of Lancer had almost been completely burned out. Suddenly, a palm-sized piece of bright light stained with flames suddenly fell in the quiet leaping flames. A thing of gold.

It bounced onto the scorched earth, and after spinning a few times, it rolled in one direction.

Even through the curtain of fire, Menechel could still tell what it was.

Holy Grail.

This was the root cause of this incident. It was also the reason that drove Lancer crazy. She seemed to believe that she could rewrite her own destiny in this way.

However, it's all over.

Menechel moved his swollen and sore arms to grab the Holy Grail that was within reach, but another hand had already grasped the Holy Grail before him.

The sound of "sizzling" like throwing fire into the ice blasted in his ears, and Menechelle's outstretched hand froze in place.

Anyone else?

There was someone beside him until just now?

But why didn't he smell any living breath!

A horrifying shudder flashed through Menechel's chaotic brain like a bolt of lightning. He immediately slapped the ground with his outstretched hand, bouncing his body in the opposite direction.

A smell of decay arrived at this time. It was as if a corpse had been soaked in water for a long time, then fished out and dried in the scorching sun. The stench penetrated Menechel's nose from all directions.

After rolling several times without hearing even a single sound of footsteps behind him, Menichel finally sat up.

As the distance between them increased and without the obstruction of the Lancer's wreckage, Menechel could see further away. He finally saw the figure standing between himself and the burning remains of the Heroic Spirit - if that figure could still be called a human.

The face was blue-gray, and the joints were so red and swollen that you could even see the disgusting pus. Except for the right hand holding the Holy Grail, almost every corner of the body was covered with ice. The frost on the right hand melted under the flame of the Holy Grail, and the palm under the frost also turned into corpse water, which dripped onto the ground - it was obvious that the disgusting stench just now came from there.

Rather than a human being, it looked more like a frozen corpse dug out from the ice. The only difference from a frozen corpse was that it could still move.

The frozen corpse seemed to have no intelligence of its own. It ignored Menechel and the rapidly burning Holy Grail on his body. It moved stiffly and rapidly.

A creation of magic—necromancy!

Menechel grabbed the broken sword blade on the ground and threw it towards the back of the corpse. The tip of the sword shard sank into the back of the corpse, but was blocked by the layer of ice that was like armor, which dissipated most of the force and failed to achieve the purpose of splitting the body in two.

Menichel wanted to search for the sword residue again, but the sword residue that he had brought with him when he just moved was still some distance away.

Before he could find a new object to throw, the body took two steps forward and suddenly stopped slowly.

It turned around.

"..."

Menechel saw the blue-gray face clearly.

So he opened his mouth silently.

because.

Under that very light layer of frost was that mean face that was so familiar to me in the past that I would remember it for a long time after I die.

"Kay."

The frozen corpse seemed to see his weakness and approached step by step.

Menachere wanted to get up.

But with Lancer's passing, Avalon's healing effect slowed down.

"Heh, if it were you, you should have said just now - [Your attack can defeat Lancer, but not me, so I am stronger than you and Altria (Lancer)]."

He smiled, but he didn't feel relieved in his heart.

——Not good. I thought it was just a puppet that mechanically followed instructions, but it turns out it has an automatic mechanism to fight back against the enemy.

Fortunately, Menechel did not move. He narrowed his eyes, and his sharp red eyes showed a dangerous gleam.

Although he is unable to move, if the controller of this frozen corpse really thinks that he can only be slaughtered, he is very wrong. He is secretly accumulating strength and waiting for the frozen corpse to approach - there are not many opportunities to justifiably blow Kai's head off with a punch.

Comforting myself in this way.

However, the frozen corpse suddenly stopped five steps away from Menachel.

Avalon continued to repair his injuries leisurely.

Menechel clearly saw that the body, which should have lost all its human functions, suddenly exhaled a breath of white air.

The white gas that came out of the frozen corpse's mouth quickly condensed into a circle of ice chips and rushed towards Minashel's head.

Menechel raised his hand to grab the ice spike, and as soon as his palm touched the ice spike, it was quickly covered with a layer of dirty black air.

The foul air carried a chilly chill and spread along the skin toward Minashel's hand.

Almost at the same time, a chill suddenly flashed before his eyes. The slender sword came straight at him.

The long sword pierced into the flesh, but Menechel blocked the stab with his left hand. The tip of the sword passed through his palm and pierced into Menechel's left shoulder. Menechel also took the opportunity to grab the hilt of the sword and tightly controlled the frozen corpse's movements.

Almost at the same time, a sword chopped from the side landed on the back of the frozen corpse's neck, leaving a bloody mark on it.

Covered in blood, Artoria pressed down the sword again, but before she could take further action, the frozen corpse suddenly swung his right hand, and the hand holding the Holy Grail also spurted out smelly corpse water.

Altria instinctively sensed that something was wrong and saw the frozen corpse's next move. She gritted her teeth but did not dodge.

"Ok?"

The frozen corpse's Holy Grail, which was about to hit Menechel's head, was stopped because Altria took the corpse water. Seeing that the sword was about to glow with golden light, he could only let go of the sword and retreat.

There was a burning and corrosive feeling on her face, but Altria did not give in at all. She stood between Menechel and Kai.

"You can talk, you..."

She opened one eye and saw the frozen corpse's face clearly. There was a look of sullenness on her face, and her tone could not help but deepen:

"You are indeed different from the mob outside the city! Are you the leader?!"

“This scene seems familiar.”

Kai's stiff and blackened lips moved, and a sound came out from his festering vocal cords, and dirty white air was exhaled bit by bit as he spoke.

"Do not make jokes!"

Only this time, the frozen corpse did not make any sound, and the dirty white completely enveloped him. Artoria realized that he wanted to leave, and the holy golden magic exploded on the blade.

"Excailbur!"

The holy sword was raised, and the stardust-like power rushed towards the white frost. The frost was broken down without any hindrance. Kai's stiff facial muscles in the white mist showed a hint of surprise.

Half of his body was swallowed up without any hindrance.

The holy golden light curtain cut the frozen corpse open, and the Holy Grail was thrown to the ground and rolled back to Altria's feet.

After doing all this, Altria was already a little out of breath. She looked at Kai's frozen body lying on the ground like a piece of rag.

Artoria looked over, raised her sword and prepared to finish off the enemy, and a smile appeared on that half of her face:

"Well done, Altria."

Altria was slightly stunned.

It was at this moment of distraction that Kai's cheeks suddenly puffed up and he exhaled a breath of foul air towards Altria's face.

Artoria immediately raised her sword to protect her face and retreated, but she was still a step too late.

The turbid air flashed on the blade, freezing it into a layer of frost. Taking advantage of this brief moment, Kai's body was once again surrounded by white mist and quickly disappeared from the spot.

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Chapter 385 Morgan's Backhand

"king!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru ran out from behind the cover. She hurried to the side of Altria, with fluorescent green magic power lighting up in her hands, and was about to touch Altria's face that was soaked in corpse water.

As soon as he raised his hand, it was grabbed by Altria.

"Don't worry about me for now, go see Menechelle."

As she said this, Altria's voice became hoarse because she was enduring the pain.