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

The strands of magic power split into strands that filled the hole in Menechel's chest.

The vital signs stabilized, and Altria's tense face relaxed slightly, but before she could withdraw her hand, another hand grabbed her hand first.

"Don't be a fool. Put the scabbard back."

Menechel opened his eyes. Although he was still breathless, Avalon had indeed improved his health.

"you're awake."

Altria's eyebrows curved slightly.

Menechel pursed his lips. He had never lost consciousness, even when he was close to death just now, he had always been strong. But fortunately, because of this, he could correct Altria's mistake at this moment.

"Take the scabbard and leave." Menechel glanced at the ice coffin with raised white scales. Even if he used his feet to think, he could guess that something would break out of it in the next moment. He quickened his speech: "Without the scabbard, the white dragon cannot leave the Europa Mountains. With your speed, you can definitely do it. In this way, Camelot will--"

"how about you?"

Menechel was stunned, as if he had not expected Altria to ask such a question. He asked as if he had not heard clearly, "What?"

"What about you?" Altria repeated tirelessly.

"I can't run away."

The biting cold wind brought a few snowflakes falling from the clouds, causing Menechel's tone to gradually calm down.

"But even so, there is something I can do. I can hold it back, and then, Altria, Camelot can continue."

She stared at the man in front of her who suddenly froze, opened his mouth but forgot to speak.

The memories that did not belong to her clearly overlapped with the scene before her.

The despairing snow-capped mountains, and the warmth that was slowly being taken away from her arms.

——"I'm sorry, Altria. But as a knight, I also have an uncompromising wish... This is it. You must survive."

——"This way, your wish will surely come true."

It’s really similar to that time.

She couldn't help but think so.

Sure enough, no matter what time it is, this man will make the same choice.

“It can’t be done.

That kind of loneliness, that kind of helplessness.

"Menechel."

She didn't know when it started, but she would dream of the same scene every night. In the endless snowy field, she pierced Menechel's chest with her own hands.

The mask called the King was stuck on her face, making it difficult for her to take it off. However, when the cold wind of that day blew again, Merlin's denial, Morgan's ridicule, each character left a deep crack in the mask called the King, and the shattering of the holy sword was the last crack in the mask. At this moment, the outer shell belonging to the King was peeled off, revealing the core underneath.

The drooping bangs cast a heavy shadow, covering her eyes. She raised her head and showed a forced smile: "I... can't defeat him either."

That voice had been lingering in her ears. At this moment, she finally couldn't help it and spoke at the loudest volume, as if that would help her get rid of the voice in her ears:

"Let's run away. The farther the better. I don't want to be king anymore.

But what she saw was not Menechel's surprised or hesitant face. Instead, Menechel was looking at her with an expression of surprise and confusion.

Suddenly, a hand hit her in the face. The force was not strong. It was more like a caress than a slap.

Menechel kept stretching his hand and stood up from the ground.

The aura of a Servant had completely disappeared from his body. But he had to stand up.

At this time, the outline of a white dragon has vaguely taken shape, and the most important thing to do now is to let Altria run away immediately.

However, Menechel changed his mind because there was something more important than escaping at this moment. Otherwise, even if Altria managed to escape from here, it would be the same as death.

She can live alone, but she can't live alone.

"It's a very tempting proposal, but if I agree to it here, I'm afraid I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life. You will even regret knowing me like this."

Staring into Altria's eyes, Menechel smiled for the first time:

"Altria, you know what, whether Camelot prospers, declines, flourishes, or is destroyed, I don't care at all."

“But you care, so I care.”

He grabbed the holy sword that Altria had dropped on the ground, and the sword made a slight clattering sound.

"But I don't care now..."

"You care." Menechel snapped.

"In my opinion, no one loves Camelot more than you, and no one is more suitable to be the king here than you. I don't know why you are like this, and what made you become like this."

"Whether you are King Arthur or Altria, I don't care. You who explain the ideal beauty to me, you who show your true self, you who bring everyone a sense of security like steel, this is you, and I like you the way you are. So, there is no need to change anything for me. You don't need to change anything either."

"You can do it, right?" Menechel handed the holy sword to Artoria. With the holy sword and scabbard, he would be the most powerful king in Britain.

As long as she is there, the British people will have a spiritual pillar, which neither he nor Kai can replace.

The white dragon bowed its head, and the wind and snow stopped suddenly.

Dark red arcs flashed across Menechel's body, as if they were the last remaining glow after a flame burned out. It was visible to the naked eye and was much dimmer than at the beginning.

The white dragon grinned, revealing its fangs. With a breath, a strong wind blew the flying snow all over the sky, and the gathered white haze gathered towards this side in an overwhelming manner.

The white mist was getting closer and closer, like a roaring avalanche. Menechel's body tensed up, and his magic power gathered towards his fist.

He didn't dare relax.

It is because he has experienced the power of the Servants that he knows how weak humans are in the face of such supernatural power.

Perhaps, his body would be buried in it in an instant.

But a touch of bright gold color drove away the biting cold.

Artoria stood beside Menechel.

"you……"

Menechel was a little anxious, but when he turned around and saw Altria's face clearly, all his negative emotions disappeared.

There was no hesitation on Altria's face, but rather the usual coldness and solemnity.

But from the slight movement of her biting her lower lip, one could still see a stubbornness that was different from usual.

"Of course I will make the right choice."

She took a long breath, calming her magic and mood.

"But there is no king who abandons his subjects, cedes his country and territory and escapes alone. If it is true as you said, then I am really no different from being dead."

Altria raised her sword, and a brilliant golden light spread out from her palm.

"You said you would believe me, right, Menachere?"

"of course."

"So, are you willing to fight with me once?"

Someone's voice came from her ears, urging her to take the next step.

"To recover our country, to protect our subjects, and to eliminate the rebellious king."

Following Artoria's voice, Menechel's body also lit up with a blue-gold light, faintly echoing Artoria's holy sword.

That is the glow of the Scabbard Avalon.

She had already placed the scabbard on Menechel.

She gave Minachell a slightly playful smile.

She obeyed the voice and wrapped her second hand around the hilt.

"Help me hold on for a minute. No, forty seconds will be enough."

Bathed in the familiar golden light, Menachere responded:

"Then, as you wish."

Because Mina has memories of the future and feels that she is doomed to die, she is so decisive and straightforward.

Chapter 393: Europa’s Final Battle with the First Saber (1010)

Vortigern narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the tiny human knight charging towards him and judged that the other party posed no threat.

The huge airflow caused by the flapping of the dragon's wings caused Menechel's charge to pause. A white dragon soared into the air, with icy dragon breath in its mouth, and flew straight over Menechel.

The only ones it really needed to pay attention to were Uther's daughters.

The vertical pupils reflected the golden light rising into the sky. Futigeng couldn't help but sneer in his heart and gathered strength in front of it on its territory.

—Is it the innocence peculiar to Uther’s daughter?

Vortigern opened his mouth, and a hint of coldness emerged from the tip of his teeth, but before he could spit out the cold towards Arthur below, a tiny spot of scarlet suddenly appeared on his forehead.

The scorching breath, like that of a poisonous snake, made Vortigern feel uncomfortable just by its proximity. Vortigern was startled and flapped its wings to soar upwards, while the dragon breath from its mouth also spewed downwards.

Even though the lightning was blazing, the magnitude difference was too great, and the stone with magic power attached to it was shattered as soon as it touched the pure white.

Vortigern turned his gaze to the human knight beneath him. Although it was very faint, he could still sense the aura of the Phantasma from him.

The knight seemed to notice its gaze and gave it a provocative smile. He pointed his only remaining left arm at his chest, where Avalon's fluorescence was shining.

Seeing this scene, Vortigern's brain became confused, and a new idea quickly replaced the initial boring idea of ​​quickly resolving the battle.

Since he is a character that even Morgan is afraid of, then——

Dragon breath exhaled.

The cold blue magic power spread out instantly, and wherever the dragon's breath passed, it was covered with a layer of frost.

Menechel was well prepared. He dodged nimbly and narrowly avoided the path of the dragon's breath.

Vortigern flapped his wings again to catch up, and his dragon breath pierced the rolling Menechel, but he was always one step slower, and the occasional ice crystals that stuck to his body were quickly melted by Avalon.

What it didn't even notice was that its body's floating height gradually decreased, from soaring to flying close to the ground.

The distance between the two sides was closing rapidly. The strong wind caused by Vortigern's high speed even separated the falling snowflakes. If it raised its head slightly, it could see Menechel fleeing in front of it.

The freezing coldness once again emerged from its clenched teeth, and as long as Vortigern opened his mouth slightly, he could spit out extremely cold beams of ice.

At this distance, no matter how hard Menichel ran, he couldn't avoid it.

But it was at this moment that he saw the bright red lightning on Menechel's body, like lightning piercing the sky, and at this moment it suddenly became bright.

Menechel turned his head.

--Danger!

That was a natural warning to Menechel from Morgan's residual consciousness that emerged in Vortigern's mind.

Although they will not be killed by the common people, the injuries left by the common people are real.

Vortigern suddenly raised his body, and almost at the same time, Menechel jumped up.

It breathed out dragon's breath in the direction of Menechel in front of it, but unexpectedly, Menechel did not pounce on him. Instead, he smashed down hard.

The ground trembled slightly, and along with the sound of the ice breaking, cracks appeared - of course, an attack of this magnitude could not break the ground, but, that was not the ground in the first place.

The ice layer frozen on the surface made a crackling sound, and then shattered with a loud bang, revealing a deep pit in the sinking snow.

——That was the deep pit created by the Morgan being shot down by Menechel earlier, but it was frozen into ice by the storm and cold air brought by Vortigern. At some point, Menechel brought Vortigern back here.

At this time, with Minachell's violent blow, the snow and ice covering the ice were shattered. Minachell also seized the opportunity and drilled down.

Vortigern had no time to change direction and rushed straight over the top of the pit. At the moment of passing each other, Vortigern's cold eyes swept downwards, and in the pit, Menechel also stood up, he accumulated magic power, and suddenly raised his hand.

Vortigern immediately closed his eyes. He felt a sharp pain in his eyelids and a numbing sensation that temporarily blinded his vision.

Its eyelids blocked the attack for it. Although its weak eyes were attacked, the weak electric arc could not even penetrate its skin, let alone penetrate the eyeball and damage the brain.

However, Menichel did not expect his attack to hurt it.

Menechel raised his head and saw a giant dragon flashing past his head. The countdown he had been silently counting in his heart returned to zero at this moment.

The air seemed to have fallen into a deathly silence. Menachel held his breath, for he could not create a better opportunity than this.

The air seemed to have fallen into silence. Apart from Vortigern's angry roar, there was no other sound.

Just at the moment when Vortigern lost half of his vision, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and a beam of bright light shone down.