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

The dragon's body, which was originally rising steadily, suddenly spun because "Morgan" lost control. The dragon's body slid out a ninety-degree arc and then fell downwards.

boom!

The white dragon's body hit the ground, and the snow on both sides of the snowfield fell downwards, raising a large cloud of pure white smoke.

Amid the falling snowflakes, a figure climbed up awkwardly. He hunched his body and gasped heavily like a broken wind machine.

As his body trembled, black blood dripped from the hole in his chest.

His hair was a grayish-white death, and with every breath he took, the death aura around him grew heavier.

The inside of the wound was covered with a layer of frost, preventing Menechelle from healing.

If his body was still intact, these injuries would not even affect his movements. However, after many battles, the durability of Minashel's body has been reduced to Class C. In short, this is an injury that has exceeded the scope of his own self-healing.

This time, there was no Avalon to treat him.

He staggered towards the exit of the mountain. Although he knew it was impossible for him to walk back to Toren Square City, he still moved forward without hesitation.

He wanted to die somewhere closer to Altria.

This is a meaningless act, but some things cannot be judged by meaning in themselves.

There were many things he didn't understand. But he knew that Artoria was safe now. Without hostile servants, she could definitely break through with the holy sword and scabbard.

Altria is safe.

Just a gust of cold wind blew and Menechel fell to his knees.

Then, due to inertia, his body fell onto the cold snow.

"Mad dog!"

Something pressed against my back, and I heard a man's mocking voice.

"Even you know that only a king can kill a king."

"It seems that you really don't have the talent to be a king, Menechel."

A layer of ice formed on the bloody hole on the neck, completely covering the wound.

"Morgan" was holding an ice spike in his hand.

"But you and I are really alike. If it was me who picked you up, maybe you and I would be more compatible than you and your foolish sister."

Minashel raised his head and saw Morgan's embarrassed posture and frustrated expression. He knew that the other party had no backup plan.

The hanging heart finally fell.

His body was lit up with golden light, but it did not indicate any backup plan.

The Servant part was being rapidly stripped from his body, and the spiritual foundation of Saber Menechel had already reached its limit.

But at this moment, facing the ridicule of "Morgan", Minashel only sneered with disdain from between his teeth:

"Fuck you!"

Morgan finally couldn't bear it anymore, he swung his hand down, and the ice spikes stabbed down.

Even if he failed, he could just hide forever in the vast Europa Mountains and wait for the demise of Camelot.

Thinking of this, Morgan's eyes became more bloodshot.

but.

A golden light broke through the blockade, and along with the ice spikes, it shattered her arm.

Morgan turned around in surprise and looked towards the exit of the mountain.

The flying snowflakes are set off by golden particles.

A panting figure appeared.

Followers.

But, how is it possible!

Queen's Gambit - Send the pawn on the queen's flank to the enemy. If the enemy chooses to capture it, they will give up the middle of the board, thus opening up the way out for the bishop and queen in the second row, and achieving control of the middle of the board. Menechel is the captured pawn, the bishop is Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the queen is Altria.

There are probably three more chapters to explain the battlefield on the other side and then this plot can end.

Chapter 391 Europa vs. Vortigern

The Toruń Square City is three hours away from the Europa Mountains, and the rugged terrain and the current bad weather make this time even longer.

From the time Menichelle first faced Morgan to now, only a dozen minutes had passed, so Morgan could only think of one possibility to cross the two places and rush here at this moment -

"Servant!"

Morgan's already ugly face turned even darker. He turned around and saw a familiar figure:

"Foolish sister!"

"You actually abandoned your men and came here!"

Knowing that he could not escape, "Morgan" took a few steps closer to Minasel in anger. White mist came out of his mouth, and there were sparkling crystals in the mist, which sprayed towards Minasel who was lying on the ground.

——Even if she dies, she will make her foolish sister lonely again!

But before that, a touch of gold had protected Menechel behind him. The tiny ice shards hit the light gold holy sword, making a "clang" sound.

In the light and shadow, the sword was slightly moved to an angle, and a holy green eye appeared.

"Morgan."

The eyes that had always maintained awe and pride suddenly burst out with fierce murderous intent at this moment. Altria caught the momentary stiffness of Morgan's body.

The sword thrust out with great force. The tip of the sword cut a sharp arc, piercing the white frost in a flash, and pierced the left eye of Morgan who was unable to dodge.

A cry of pain first came out uncontrollably from his clenched teeth. With the infusion of golden light, his mouth, which had been stubbornly closed, opened uncontrollably, emitting a sharp howl like an explosion.

But the screams only lasted for a short moment before being drowned out by even more hysterical laughter.

Red and white debris fell from the sunken eye sockets and stained the platinum sword.

Hearing that wild laughter, Altria's heart seemed to skip a beat. She instinctively felt that something was wrong, and she used both hands to push the sword a little further into Morgan's brain.

The dirty blood stuck to the sword and quickly formed a layer of turbid red frost. Morgan's other intact eyeball turned to the sword and saw the dull blade.

The smile he forced seemed even more hideous amid the blood running down his cheeks.

Pain! Morgan was nearly insane from the intense pain that felt like his head might explode at any moment. However, his mood, which had become as dead as embers after a fire because of Menachere, was rekindled with a little flame as the sword pierced into his body.

Because, apart from the pain, there was no other feeling. The brain was pierced, which should have killed him instantly, but at this moment, Morgan did not feel the sense of impending death at all. The breath of death was not even as strong as when Minachell bit his throat.

"Foolish sister! You can't kill me!"

Once the flame of ambition is ignited, it will become more intense. The original intention of just hiding away is instantly overwhelmed by stronger ambition.

Although it was unknown why, Altria lost the recognition as the king at this time.

Perhaps it was because of the spiritual foundation that Lancer left in her body. After all, what Lancer did could no longer support his status as a king.

But whatever the reason, "Morgan" had no time to think about it.

He wanted to grab Altria's neck, but his only hand that could move had already been cut off by the holy sword.

"Only the King can kill me!"

"Morgan" looked at Altria with his one eye. He decisively revealed his ability, but it was not because he felt that he had a sure win. On the contrary, he wanted to strike back at Altria's determination.

"What's wrong, silly sister? King Arthur? Aren't you the most legitimate king in all of Britain?"

The words that had become intermittent due to the pain became calm again. The pain seemed not to be so obvious at this moment, and she seemed to have become the relaxed princess of Camelot again.

"What's wrong with you? Kill me!" Mobilizing the remaining magic power, Morgan's voice did not stop: "Can't you do it? Aren't you - the chosen king!"

Although he was the one who was hit, the momentum that Morgan exuded at this moment was as if he was the one with the upper hand.

And she is just such a person, a crazy woman like a hound who will never give up her goal as long as there is a glimmer of possibility.

White mist emerged again from around Morgan. Artoria wanted to retreat, but the frost on the sword connected the holy sword to Morgan's head. The golden magic slowly dispersed the ice attached to the sword, but at this moment, a strange airflow surged in the white mist. Artoria glanced at Menachere behind her, and the next moment, a blue-gold light pattern appeared on her body - that was the glory of Avalon.

Click!

A hand stirred up the mist and stretched out from it, suddenly hitting the sword.

Soon, frost that was even stronger than before spread rapidly from the place where the palm and the sword touched.

Click.

This is the sound of something breaking.

Click click click!

The shattering sound became clearer, and distinct cracks appeared on the sword.

Altria took a few steps back in embarrassment and drew back the holy sword.

The dull sword was covered with decaying frost, and its original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

“Ha, ha…ha!”

Morgan staggered, and was supported by a figure emerging from the white mist. His body was soaked with cold sweat, and he raised his face and stared at Altria and Menachere with a black hole.

"Kill her!"

But the people around him did not take any action. But Kai did not take any action, and his ashen face did not show any change in expression.

Morgan was a little confused. He was about to turn his head but his heart suddenly trembled.

A hand pierced his chest.

Morgan looked at Kai beside him in disbelief, his eyes full of disbelief. The disbelief was quickly replaced by anger.

"You--Kai! How dare you ruin my good thing!"

No wonder the foolish sister didn't back down even though she was humiliated like that. It turned out that she had already made a plan.

He looked at Altria, only to find that the other person's face also showed surprise.

Morgan was angry. She tried to stand up, but the cold air in her chest made her shiver involuntarily. Her body actually felt cold.

The breath of death seemed to be whispering in his ears.

[Attributes of a King], how could it be possible——how could Kai…

"Stupid woman."

The frost filled Morgan's chest, not just filling it, but even filling the original wounds and the gaps in the ice coffin.

"What do you mean by a perfect plan? Your attention was drawn to the little girl's followers of the Yusher family, and you couldn't even sense the danger around you. You also made my body like this. Yusher, that guy, actually only gave birth to two little girls like you."

Kai made a low sound, and the ice coffin froze the bodies of both of them in the center.

That was not Kai's original voice, it was more like the voice of Morgan's body itself.

Kai's body quickly decayed and withered in the ice coffin, turning into a shriveled pile and merging into Vortigern's body.

Vortigern blinked, but when he opened his eyes again, his expression had changed.

Layers of white scales protruded from the surface of the coffin, with Fu Tigeng in the coffin as the core, and spread outwards in an instant.

boom--!

A paw fell down, stirring up snowflakes all over the ground.

The white dragon held its head high, with bite marks faintly visible on the side of its neck. It tilted its head to cover its empty eyeballs, and with its intact eye it looked down at the two short figures standing like reptiles below it.

It was as if back then, in his Holy Land of Dragon City, the two people in front of him also treated him in the same way.

But at that time, one of them was full of vigor and vitality, and the other was awe-inspiring and majestic, but now only the remnants of the defeated army and the king of a fallen country are left.

Vortigern grinned, and the white air that came out of the dragon's mouth quickly froze into frost.

"This scene is really familiar."

Morgan thought he was controlling Vortigern's body. Vortigern was still asleep, but Vortigern had already transferred his consciousness to Kai's body to avoid Merlin's control. So Merlin was the only one who was really under his control. This was a different kind of slacking off.

There are two more chapters before this plot ends. The character who has been scheming against others is actually being schemed against himself. This is an undignified way for Morgan to exit.

Chapter 392: Europa Showdown King

Artoria stretched out her hand and placed it on Menechel's chest, blue-gold light condensed into a ball in her palm.