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

Through the firelight, there were hundreds of people hunched over within the field of vision alone, and even more dark shadows lurking in the darkness.

Arrow bursts have no effect on them.

But Altria still gave the order to shoot.

Arrows fell randomly, and in the shadows, one could vaguely make out the sound of arrows penetrating flesh from the cold wind.

Altria's expression became even more serious. The number of enemies was even greater than expected.

"Do you want to use the Command Spell?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her hands nervously. On the back of her hands was the only Command Seal that had just been replenished from Chaldea.

"No need!" Altria subconsciously raised her voice. In the gap between directing the city defense, she took the time to answer Fujimaru Ritsuka's question: "Not for now, just need to inform him of the situation here."

The siege had already begun. The frozen corpses, covered in thick frost and decayed for a long time, banged against the city gates like wild beasts, making muffled bangs. The corpses that still retained their appearance in life climbed up along the uneven protrusions of the city wall.

The soldiers defending the city used their spears to knock down the frozen corpses that tried to climb up, but there were too many of them and no matter how hard they tried, they could not stop them.

After arranging the battle matters for her knights, Altria stood at the highest point. Frozen corpses were gradually climbing up the city wall. Her knights wanted to persuade her to leave the city, but Altria refused.

She ignored the cold and took off the light blue shawl that was used to keep her warm.

With her iconic armor at this time, she is an easy target for the enemy, but at the same time, her outfit also allows soldiers fighting in various directions to see her as soon as they turn around.

A general is the courage of the army, not to mention that she is the king. On a battlefield where one cannot predict the outcome of a battle and cannot tell the number of enemies, only this can inspire more morale in the soldiers under her command.

——Based on Menechel’s marching speed, he should have arrived at Toren Square City by now, and would be able to reach Bilū City in a day at most.

A chill rose in my heart.

The next moment, in the darkness, countless sharp objects flashing with cold light shot towards the city wall.

Ice spikes, densely packed like locusts, whizzing sounds continued to be heard. The guards following Artoria reacted in time, either raising their shields or using their bodies to cover Artoria, but arrows still broke through the defense line.

The holy sword was unsheathed, and as the sword owner exerted force, a stream of air spread out, blowing away all the ice spikes that were attacking the city wall.

The holy sword's brilliance was dim, but it did exist. At this moment, Artoria held the holy sword in one hand, and the faint golden light reflected by the dim sword blade was reflected on the silver-blue armor lining Artoria. She seemed to be the only source of light when the dark clouds were pressing down on the city.

Her eyes were fixed on a figure that was hiding among the frozen corpses and just trying to hide.

Kay, or rather, "Morgan".

She finally showed up.

She turned around and was about to ask Fujimaru Ritsuka to tell Menachel, but Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke before her:

"King, Menechel has also been attacked by the enemy."

"The enemy is a white dragon!"

Why did Mina and King Arthur choose such an aggressive strategy of advancing in two directions? Because in their opinion, Morgan was just a trapped beast, and she couldn't even summon servants after losing the Holy Grail. They were afraid that she would use Kai's body to set up some positions to affect the unification of Camelot, so they would look for Morgan as quickly as possible. But they ignored that Merlin would only be reliable in extremely dangerous moments. Now that the crisis is over, he has become a lazy Merlin.

Chapter 388 Europa vs. the King of the North

Heavy shadows were cast from both sides of the mountain range, and the snowstorm suddenly became so severe that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bitter cold wind forced some soldiers to lower their center of gravity to prevent themselves from being blown away. Even the knights wearing armor and thick cold-proof clothing could only lower their heads.

The only person unaffected by such a massive storm was Menechel, who was a Servant.

The faint red light that emanated from his body cleared away a lot of wind and snow for him, and also dispersed some of the darkness. Because of this, he saw the huge haze hidden in the darkness.

——Something is hiding in the Europa Mountains.

Just as this thought came to mind, two golden beams suddenly flashed out from the vast black shadows. An ominous premonition surged in Menachere's heart.

"spread!"

Menechel's voice drowned out the wind and snow, but the bodies of his knights were unable to keep up with his reaction.

The wind and snow hindered the body's movement, and the snow underfoot reduced the speed of movement.

Strong winds blew, stirring up the snow. The rumble of falling rocks mixed with the increasingly severe snowstorm.

Menechel only saw a large amount of white dust suddenly burst out from the mountains in front of him, and falling rocks and the snow piled on the rocks swarmed in, driving the snow at higher places to form a huge avalanche.

He drew out the knight's sword from his waist, and the slender blade was polished by the magic power in Menechel's palm. A beam of blazing lightning burst out from the tip of the sword, and the magic power accumulated under his feet exploded, pushing Menechel's body forward.

He raised his hand and swung the sword. The sword drew a string of red arcs, colliding with the collapsed rocks and something sticking out from under the snow.

boom--!

The lightning roared, the sword blade made a mournful "crunching" sound, and sparks illuminated the surrounding darkness. Under the flickering firelight, reflected in Menechel's vertical pupils were four sharp claws that flashed with a cold color like an iceberg and - another pair of golden vertical pupils.

The red lightning instantly dried up the oncoming snow, and the steam instantly wrapped around Menechel's body. The sword and the claws refused to give in to each other, and the magic power overlapped and corroded each other. The burst of airflow instantly blew away the howling wind and snow.

The sword blade forced back the incoming claw attack, but at the same time Menchel himself was also forced back. He adjusted his center of gravity in the air and slammed his feet on the ground. Menchel's whole body smashed into a deep pit like a cannonball.

Menechel glanced at the knight's sword, which was still dented even with the protection of magic. Without looking back, he ordered the knight behind him:

"Go to Bilu City and find the king."

In the fight of pure strength just now, Minashel did not feel that he had much advantage.

This was an extremely abnormal thing. Even someone as strong as Altria Lancer was slightly inferior to him in the confrontation of strength.

Behind him, the knight, knowing that this was not a battlefield he could intervene in, immediately reorganized his formation that had just been broken by the strong wind and avalanche.

The mountain in front of him shook again.Menechel did not hesitate, and the red thunder gathered again. This time the jumping arc vaguely formed a thunder snake.

The slender sword body turned red in the roar of lightning, and showed signs of melting.

The lightning snakes wrapped around Menechel and pushed away all the rubble that was approaching.

In the white snow, Menechel grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and stared in front of him without blinking.

But apart from the white, it was just white.

Menechelle shrugged her nose and turned her sword in one step, cutting off the long black shadow hidden in the snow and mist.

clang——!

With this crisp sound, the sword broke. Menechelle reacted quickly and stretched out his hand to grab it, but the cold chill and smooth touch made his palm freeze. It was this moment of delay that An off-white tail as thick as Menechelle's body quickly retracted.

"Don't think about the past."

His voice turned cold and he shook the frost off his hands.

However, his mood also sank, and his black and blue palms slowly recovered under the stimulation of magic. This lightning-fast fight crushed Menachel's last hope.

The one who fought with him was a servant.

Naturally, Menechel thought of Vortigern, the only Servant who had not been defeated yet.

But, wasn't he dragged into a permanent sleep by Teacher Merlin as soon as the war started?

The lightning snake burned away the white smoke, revealing a huge hole several meters wide on the top and bottom of the mountain. Faint red light penetrated into the hole in the ice layer that was torn by the explosion, revealing the vague shape of a person.

It was the body of a tall but emaciated middle-aged man. His shriveled body made his broad body look like a dried corpse. His old eyes opened, revealing deep golden vertical pupils. Through a layer of ice, his pupils, as deep as dead water, revealed a mockery that was totally inconsistent with his appearance?

The mountains suddenly began to tremble, and the earth began to shake as well.This is by no means an exaggeration or a psychological effect.

More cracks appeared from those holes, and the iceberg cracked. A thick tail shining with cold light first touched the ice layer, followed by ferocious horns, sharp dragon claws, broad wings that covered the sky, and an exaggerated body wrapped in beige scales, all appeared in front of Menechel.

Snowflakes poured down from its body, revealing its true form completely to Menechel's eyes.

A chilling breath hit the ground, and the blizzard that had subsided began to blow violently again with its appearance.It was as if this extremely cold land was congratulating their king on their arrival.

--dragon.

What appeared before Menechel was a genuine white dragon.

"Menechel."

"You seem surprised."

"But, didn't I say that?"

Human words came out of the white dragon's mouth. It flapped its wings but did not fly.

That voice did not belong to a middle-aged man. It was long and sharp. Even though it was much harsher when it came from the dragon's body, Menechelle still remembered the owner of the voice.

——【Menichelle, Morgan appeared, and “she” was also outside the city of Biloo.】

The voice coming from the causal line was Fujimaru Ritsuka's anxious voice, and the mocking voice full of revengeful pleasure echoed in my ears: "Didn't I tell you?"

Morgan's curse-like words that had been lingering in his mind slowly overlapped with Morgan's voice in his ears:

——"I know everything about you, but you don't know that I can use myself as bait in order to destroy Camelot myself!"

The final puzzle piece is now complete.

Now that I think about it, when I saw Frozen Corpse Kai for the first time, it didn't immediately want to kill him, but just passed by him like it was showing its face.

The only time Morgan left Camelot was not for Kay's body. She could have waited until Kay's body was transported back to Camelot before refining the magic. Instead, she came to the North for a reasonable reason.

Yes, Morgan knew it a long time ago.

That was the clue, letting him know that Morgan wasn't dead at all, thus leading him to the North.

The North is Morgan's holy land.

All of Morgan's plans and timing were realized earlier than he expected.

There won't be a plot where Mr. Morgan fails to help you, Gunmi is still quite reliable.

I went to watch the game last night. How should I put it? 0-3 to South Korea. No goal was scored from the ball. One penalty was misjudged and two set pieces were headed in. In fact, the defense and counterattack were well executed, but the strength was still too great. But it can be seen that the Chinese national football team wants to play well. If they continue with this momentum, they may really enter the World Cup.

Chapter 389: The Queen's Gambit in the European Battle

The snow blown up by the storm formed a white barrier, and only a shadow could be seen vaguely in it.

The sound of the air being cut by the wind obscured the movement trajectory of the white dragon in the wind and snow. In the cold tones, only the blazing lightning rising from Menechel's body dispelled the approaching coldness.

His pupils shrank almost to the size of pinholes, and he stared at the white dragon shadows moving in the snow without blinking.

The chaotic magic mixed in the blizzard that surrounded him made it impossible for him to judge the white dragon's movements at the first time, and... the white dragon gave Menechel a very strange feeling - his sense of smell seemed to have failed on the dragon, and it felt like it was not a living being.

A sharp claw broke through the white mist and swept towards Menechel. When Menechel saw it, the claw was only half a foot away from him.

The dragon claw, which was as big as two people, fell on his head, and the strong wind made his face hurt just by getting close to it.

He exerted force with his feet, and the explosive magic power pushed his body out from the spot. The slippery and cold touch of the white dragon's scales rubbed his body as he fell downwards.

boom!

The dragon claw smashed into the ground, leaving a deep pit. With the depression as the core, a violent airflow was stimulated to the surrounding area, blowing away some of the snow. At this moment, Menasheel rose to the highest point, and because of this, he faced a ferocious dragon head.

Two pairs of vertical pupils, one red and one gold, met. Menechel punched the white dragon's head. The red thunder wrapped around the blood-colored gauntlet flashed on the white scales. The white dragon let out an angry roar, flapped its wings belatedly, and blew Menechel away.

His feet carved two deep marks on the ice, and when he steadied his body and looked again, the figure of the white dragon was no longer in Minashel's sight.

He gritted his teeth, anger showing on his face.

——No defense broken!

The position of the force was too bad, so Menichel's attack could not penetrate the opponent's thick ice armor and dragon scales. And he and Morgan had repeated the same fight countless times in the empty Europa Mountains.

Menechel never thought that one day he would face an enemy whose defenses he could not penetrate - if his Noble Phantasm had not been damaged in the duel with Lancer, the white dragon in front of him would have been defeated with his first attack.

The dragon roared and Morgan's cold laughter came from the wind and snow, as if he was proud of trapping Minachell in a desperate situation.

Suddenly, a ray of white light broke through the layers of wind and snow.

The dragon's breath that spewed out from the center of the blizzard fell in front of Menechel's eyes, and a thin layer of ice immediately formed wherever the pure white mist-like airflow passed.

Menashel crossed his hands in front of him, red lightning covering his arms. He pushed off the ground with his back feet and this time did not jump up again. He rushed forward against the dragon's breath.

A crack was torn in the barrier of wind and snow. Taking advantage of this moment, Menichel raised his head slightly and saw a huge body in the air raid.

----really!

"caught you!"

A golden light flashed in Menechel's eyes, and his right hand slashed to the side like a blade.

From the very beginning, Menechel could clearly feel a sense of disharmony - the white dragon's movements were quite clumsy.

Menechel had once seen a so-called "dragon" with wings on its back. His battle with that creature was almost an aerial battle, rather than a hide-and-seek battle like the current one.

The dragon's breath was cut off along his palm to that side. Without any hesitation, Menasheel pushed the ground hard again and pounced towards the white dragon.

"you……"