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

Morgan cried out in surprise, as if she was surprised at how Menechel could find her. She flapped her wings and tried to fly, but Menechel grabbed her by the hind feet.

A fierce look appeared in the golden eyes, and the white dragon swung its claws awkwardly, but Menechel seemed to be stuck to it.

The white dragon raised its other claw to slap Minechel, but Minechel easily dodged it.

He jumped onto the outstretched front paw.

"You're not used to this body, are you? After all, it's still very different from humans."

No matter how Morgan changes her body, her soul remains human and cannot adapt to the dragon's fighting methods.

The magic power gathered into sharp claws between his palms, and as Menechel exerted force, it was firmly embedded into the scales.

However, what flew out from the broken scales was not the expected dragon blood, but -

Large flakes of pale frozen snow gushed out from the wound, freezing Menechel's hand in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Bai Long's body, which was originally slowly rising into the air, suddenly rose vertically and rushed towards a higher altitude.

"Didn't I say that?"

A sharp and sarcastic female voice came from the front, and Vortigern, a middle-aged man with short gray hair, stood vertically on the dragon's spine in a way that defied physics.

Yes, standing on the dragon's spine - the body was locked in an ice coffin, and around the ice coffin, there was a familiar magic power leaping - that was the magic power belonging to Teacher Merlin.

At this time, the ice coffin melted into several holes, revealing a head and a left hand, with the rest of the body submerged in the ice. It was because of this that he was able to stabilize his body in this way.

And that was exactly what Menechel had seen Vortigern look like earlier.

Ah, so that's what it is.

Menechel understood, no wonder he was confused about the existence of the white dragon.

The white dragon is just an illusion, and the paralyzed one sealed in the ice coffin by Teacher Merlin is the real one.

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

Vortigern, or Morgan, with a crazy smile on his face, repeated: "I can use myself as bait!"

"I'm not used to using this crippled body, but so what? I know how you'll take advantage of my weaknesses, so I just need to prepare my defenses in advance."

She stretched out her hand and quickly locked onto Menechel's left shoulder as if by lightning. The spreading frost interrupted his attempt to cut off his arm to save his life.

The jumping lightning snake was extinguished in the frost, and the remaining wisp of smoke seemed to indicate the end of the battle.

A deep "haha" laugh came out from the bottom of Morgan's throat: "You lose again, I win! I will destroy Britain with my own hands!"

The frost instantly engulfed Menechel's upper body. The ice coffin slid toward Menechel, and the only hand that could move pierced Menechel's left chest.

"So, you want the scabbard (Avalon) for..."

"Well, of course, to get away from here—"

But suddenly, the smug smile on Morgan's face froze.

"How is that possible! Why not!"

He immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but Menechel suddenly exerted force at this moment and clamped his palm tightly. He suddenly leaned forward -

Click.

The sound of ice breaking was heard.

A part of his arm was torn off by him.

Menechel opened his mouth, lightning flickered in his mouth, and the magic power stimulated his eyes to turn red, but the pain aroused his ferocity even more.

——This time, of course I know!

Click!

Another cracking sound was heard.

The ice completely shattered, the restrictions were completely lifted, and Menechel bit Vortigern's neck.

Red thunder bursts out!

I haven't been in good shape recently. I need to finish writing this difficult plot as soon as possible.

Information Revealed: Rider of Camelot

Information Revealed: Rider of Camelot

Class: Rider

Name：Vortigern

Details:

King Uther's brother, the White Dragon of Britain, the Uncrowned King of the North, the Humble King. King Uther once tried to conquer him but failed and was eventually beheaded by King Arthur with the Sword of the Chosen.

Under normal circumstances he is not a strong enemy, but if summoned in the Stark region, his native enhancements will make him difficult.

Base:

Strength: A

Magic: A

Agility: D

Luck: E

Durability: C+

Noble Phantasm: B

Attribute: Law and Evil

【Inherent skills】

Riding: EX

Magic Resistance: A

【Skills to possess】

The King's Army: Ex

In the North, he is the king, and all objects under his control will act according to his will.

(Note: However, if it is a dead object like stone, he can control it but cannot make it move, and can only act as a sensory familiar)

Very powerful (fake): D

Its will can appear in the body of the object it controls, but its own abilities will be weakened by the limitations of the body it descends into.

King's Review: D

Attacks without the [King Attribute] will halve the damage to him.

If it is within his royal domain (the North), it gains his immortality which cannot be killed directly by non-royal attributes.

[Noble Phantasm] The Dragon of the North in Turbulent Times

You can hide any part of your body under the white dragon's body and use the white dragon's power (white dragon body, white dragon power, white dragon breath, and wind and snow control).

Only within his own royal domain (i.e. the North) can he completely hide his body in the body of the white dragon and fully unleash the power of the white dragon.

A minor role, not even bothered to edit the voice

Chapter 390 Europa Showdown God's Hand

Before going to war.

"Artoria."

Menechel suddenly called out to Altria.

Just as she was about to leave, Artoria stopped and waited for Menechel's next words.

but.

A touch of golden light was handed to her. It was Avalon.

"It has been returned to its original owner."

Menechel smiled in a nonchalant manner.

"you--"

Altria was a little annoyed. As expected, Teacher Merlin was right. This time, Menachel was prepared not to come back.

"This is what I give you, just take it."

She rarely used the unquestionable tone of a king: "I want you to take this and report to me in person after the expedition."

"Listen to me, Altria."

"Morgan said she knew everything about me, but I didn't know her."

"Yeah, I don't know what she will do, I don't know where she will go next, but I know what I will do, so I just need to not do it."

"We can go in two directions. I will choose the more dangerous Europa Mountains, but I can't let you get involved there, so this is the best way. And if Morgan really forces me to use Avalon, then this thing is better than nothing for me."

Minasiel could heal minor injuries by himself, but as for fatal injuries, based on his understanding of himself, he probably wouldn't even have the magic to activate Avalon by then.

"But wouldn't you be in danger then—" Altria was still worried.

"Don't worry!" Artoria saw her own face in his eyes, and the next moment those eyes suddenly closed again. Menechel showed a confident smile, "Don't I still have you? I will always believe in you."

……

Red lightning erupted at Morgan's throat. He stared at Menechel below in disbelief. Pitch-black frost spread along the skin of his neck toward Menechel's mouth. Arcs of electricity flickered at the corners of Menechel's mouth, resisting the frost. Blood foam spurted out from the torn corners of his mouth and was quickly dispersed by the fusion of magic.

The skin on Menechel's chin was completely ulcerated, revealing the flesh and teeth underneath. The whites of his eyes were covered with hideous bloodshot, and his eyes had turned completely red.

The two sides were too close, and "Morgan" wanted to push away Menichel's body, but the only arm he could move was deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, making it difficult for him to exert force. "Morgan" made up his mind and thrust his hand deeper into it again.

No no!

Why not!

——Avalon is not here!

Morgan looked over and saw the crazy look in Minachell's eyes. His neck was bitten, and the layer of frost covering his neck made a "crackling" sound. A trace of lightning snake penetrated, and the stinging and suffocating feeling locked Morgan.

The red magic power that had been extinguished suddenly burst out again with a bright light pattern.

Command Spell!

He recognized it.

That was the support provided by the human Master far away in Toren City.

With the infusion of this magical power, the arc of electricity around the tip of Menechel's teeth became more condensed.

"Morgan" also felt a surge of resentment and curses in his heart.

——Mad dog! Die!

The arm that was stuck in Menachere's chest began to stir, and black frost began to ooze out from the wound. But no matter how she shook her arm, the teeth biting her neck showed no sign of loosening.

Bang!

The frost armor was completely shattered, and a sweet and fishy warmth flowed into Minashel's mouth. His numb brain became somewhat clear at this time. He moved his eyes and looked at the face of "Morgan" who was close to him, which had turned ashen due to suffocation, and saw a large hole bitten on the neck.

He wanted to grin with disdain.

He felt like he was crazy.

Like a gambler, he put his life and even the life of the entire Camelot on the gambling table with Morgan.

But fortunately, he won the bet.

All the information obtained here was returned to Fujimaru Ritsuka. In this way, even if he died in the end, "Morgan" could be imprisoned in the North.

As long as Avalon was gone, he was just a prisoner.

Altria can return to Wangling with Ritsuka Fujimaru and regroup.

His body seemed to be trembling, as if he was feeling fear and joy for the victory in this big gamble.

The shaking was slight at first, then became more intense.