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

The blades rubbed together, sparks flying out.

A pair of sharp claws blocked the sword, blocking its trajectory. Menechelle looked up and faced a ferocious wolf head. The werewolf's exaggerated and fluffy white hair was flowing due to the stimulation of magic power. It could be seen that he came in a hurry.

The originally stiff suit exploded due to the expansion of the body, leaving only a few pieces of black cloth still stuck to the hair.

And this is Woodworth.

"what you up to!"

Woodworth asked angrily.

Although Menechel did not use all his strength, Woodworth, who hurriedly attacked, temporarily reached a balance with him in terms of strength.

But it's a pity——

Menechel adjusted his posture and held the hilt of the sword with his second hand. The lines on the dim sword shone slightly, and arcs of electricity flashed on the sword.

A red light flashed, and under Woodworth's disbelieving gaze, the sword passed over his claws and landed on his chest.

Menechelle also answered Woodworth's question with a low drink:

"I want to kill you all!"

Magic power bloomed, and the sword brought blood.

Woodworth took a few steps back, and the white fur on his chest was stained with bright red.

Jian Migan sneaked in to assassinate like this because of his ability. He deliberately wanted to attract the enemy, and it would be best to attract Morgan.

Too sleepy, change first and then change

(End of this chapter)

444. Chapter 423: Duke of Heat Dissipation and Duke of Lihe

444.

Woodworth felt the sticky feeling coming from the hair on his chest. The wound was shallow, but he was indeed injured. This made the relaxed posture he originally held slightly restrained:

"Beryl, take the kid over there and leave quickly. This is not a battlefield you can set foot on."

Woodworth doesn't like Beryl and the lower-level goblin Tristan who is very close to Beryl. He can even be called disgusting. But no matter how annoying he is, it is still an internal matter within the Fairy Kingdom, not to mention, Tristan is still the daughter of His Majesty Morgan.

But it was obvious that the knight in front of him did not give him time to evacuate the wounded. Seeing Beryl dragging the fallen elf Tristan away, Menechelle had already moved forward again.

Crimson magic erupted under his feet, and the instant propulsion ejected Menechel's whole body. In just a moment, he turned sideways in front of Beryl. The sword was raised high, and the strong wind brought up The shadow of death struck Beryl on the head.

Clang——!

Once again, the big sword was blocked by the overlapping claws. Woodworth's hair fluttered, and sparks of magic burst out from the junction of the sword and claws. The narrow terrain made it impossible for the big sword to exert its force well. He raised his center of gravity little by little, hoping to push the distance between the two sides.

but.

The big sword passed through both claws again, and with the dull and sticky sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Woodworth let out a muffled groan. The force from the sword blade acted on his body, making him unable to hold back. Back away.

His back hit the solid wall, and before he could get up, he saw a bright silver sword blade rushing towards him with a red cloak!

This time, the target was no longer Beryl, who had not yet had time to evacuate, but his head.

The distance between the two sides was already very close, and the entire corridor was almost sealed with one stroke of the sword.

——His target was never Beryl from beginning to end! He was just trying to force him to come over and let go.

Woodworth gritted his teeth. This time he did not dare to take a hard hit, and lowered his head to dodge. Almost at the moment he lowered his head, the swift and violent wind passed by the top of his head, and a few strands of hair drifted down. But before Woodworth could organize a counterattack, there was a red nest in front of him that was constantly expanding.

Woodworth reached out in time to block the door in front of his face.

boom!

Woodworth's head was raised high, and cracks were made in the wall behind him, but his palms pinched Menechelle's knees.

The magic power gathered towards his legs, and Menechel was ready to smash his right leg against the wall. However, contrary to his expectation, the speed at which the magic power gathered was quite slow. This discovery made him stunned.

It was during this moment that Woodworth kept raising his arms, keeping Menechelle's body in a semi-inclined state. Seizing the moment when his opponent was unable to exert force, Woodworth suddenly burst into flames. .

Using that leg as a pivot, he smashed Menechelle against the wall as a whip.

The wall that was already on the verge of collapse still collapsed even with the reinforcement of magic power. An arm suddenly stretched out from the scattered smoke, but Woodworth was prepared.

The collision between the palm and the wolf's claws erupted with a "sizzling" magic explosion, but it was still deadlocked.

Woodworth took the initiative to raise his hand, and raised his free hand to grab Menechelle's lower abdomen.

——Qiang!

The sharp claws were submerged in the smoke, but they made a crisp sound of metal and iron. Menechelle held the sword horizontally with one hand, blocking Woodworth's claws.

Crackling arcs of electricity flickered on his body surface, and the armor looked gray due to the impact just now. Looking at Menechelle like this, Woodworth used his hands again and only heard a heart-wrenching sound. With the sharp sound, Menechelle felt a heavy force pressing down on his right hand. Even though he tried to resist, the magic power around him seemed to have condensed into a solid state, and the speed of gathering was quite slow, forcing Menechelle to just Able to fight Woodworth on his own strength.

The blade of the sword sliced ​​towards Menechel's own abdomen bit by bit.

——If this happens, the tactics also need to be changed.

Suddenly, Menechelle bumped into Woodworth's forehead, and on the other side, Woodworth refused to give an inch.

boom!

The blood of someone unknown flowed slowly down their foreheads.

Woodworth looked at the expressionless human face, but he grinned: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to kill me?"

He tried to break Menechel's will, but he pushed the sword harder with his hand. The sword could not help but tremble, which showed the resistance of the sword owner, but because the distance between the two parties was too close, he could not exert force. .

The blade pierced his proud fur and sank into Woodworth's palm, but it also cut through the armor.

With a ticking sound, blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor and fell to the ground drop by drop.

Menechelle said nothing and looked at Woodworth with a sullen face. The frequency of the arc beating became more and more rapid, and his hair stood up with the stimulation of thunder and lightning. The sword that had been buried in his belly was lifted up again while trembling.

"I've figured out your abilities."

Woodworth used strength again and pushed the sword back again.

"Only when you hold the hilt of the sword with both hands can you launch an undefendable attack."

A bloodthirsty light appeared in his pupils, and Woodworth's head suddenly tilted back. He opened his mouth and bit into Menechelle's throat with his white teeth.

The big sword disappeared suddenly, and Menechelle raised his arm to smash Woodworth's face, but Woodworth bit him on the forearm. At the same time, the sharp claws that had lost their resistance stabbed him in the abdomen. But he was blocked by his raised right leg.

The bent calf kicked out and kicked Woodworth's lower abdomen.

laugh!

With the dull and sticky sound of tearing flesh and blood, the two sides separated again. The arm that blocked Woodworth's teeth was torn off part of the leather and flesh, and blood flowed freely.

Woodworth chewed the scraps of meat in his mouth and swallowed them. The corners of his blood-stained mouth were raised, and the black light in his eyes became even brighter.

His bloodlust was aroused. The hair on his body was flying wildly, making Woodworth look like he had swelled up.

In the brief and dangerous trial just now, he could clearly sense that the opponent also relied on a strong body to fight, but he had the advantage in terms of combat experience and strength accumulated over thousands of years.

Apart from that, it was clearly perfunctory. Unlike the first two strikes, the subsequent attacks by Menachere were purely to delay time.

"Did you give up because you knew you couldn't use the ether and couldn't defeat him with your body alone?"

Woodworth thought so.

The ether in the palace has been specially treated by His Majesty Morgan. To these outsiders, it is like entering a forbidden area. The only magic they can rely on is the magic they have reserved.

The wound on the chest caused by the sneak attack had stopped bleeding at this time. If it weren't for the natural restraint of the iron energy on the goblin, he would have completely recovered due to his self-healing ability. Woodworth looked at Menechel stood there and seemed to be accumulating magic power. In contrast, the opponent's body was covered with wounds of various sizes, and blood was still flowing out from the stimulation of the arc.

Woodworth's mouth turned down with an expression of hatred:

"This despicable weapon is a coward's weapon that only exists for sneak attacks. Fighting with you is really a blasphemy to my martial prowess."

"So, it's almost time to finish you off before His Majesty Morgan notices you!"

He lowered his body and broke through the sound barrier in an instant at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to catch. He just ran, and the air flow brought by his movement was like a super strong wind, crushing the traces left by the previous battle.

The oppressive feeling like a mountain standing still arrived at the same time as his sharp claws.

Menechelle held her sword in both hands and faced his claws.

But in Woodworth's eyes, such action was too slow. The great sword had just been raised, and he had already pierced five holes in Menechel. Menechelle endured the pain and swung her sword again.

boom--!

The big sword hit the ground, and Woodworth jumped up nimbly. When he landed, he stepped forward with one foot and stepped on the blade. He thrust forward with both hands and plunged into Menechelle's face.

Blood spurted out again, this time pricking Menechel's face until it was bloody and bloody.

Menechelle raised his head and tilted it back at an exaggerated forty-five degrees, and at this moment all his vitals were completely exposed to Woodworth's eyes.

Using the foot on the sword as a base, Woodworth turned around and kicked Menechelle on the left chest.

With Woodworth's terrifying physical fitness, such an unreserved blow was enough to smash even the gates of Camelot, let alone flesh and blood.

The armor on the chest collapsed inward and shattered. With a bang, Menechel's whole body was kicked like a cannonball into the shattered wall behind him.

With the continuous crashing sounds, the figure disappeared into the endless darkness.

Deftly changing his stance in the air, Woodworth landed firmly on his feet. That kick was solid, and with his many years of experience, it had definitely broken the man's heart.

With this thought in mind, Woodworth withdrew his gaze from the void. However, before he could calm down his increasingly hot body, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright red color from the corner of his eye.

Then, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

"——What a shameless statement."

Woodworth's pupils shrank, he forced his body to suddenly stiffen up, and jumped to one side.

The next moment, a flash of scarlet flashed out from the dark pit that was smashed out. The gushing red magic turned into a wave, overturning the wall that was almost a pile of rubble.

The originally narrow corridor was torn directly into a vast open space with this turbulent flow. And amidst the thunderstorm, someone walked step by step out of the smoke - no, that was not walking out of the smoke, but blood-red mist rose from every part of his body.

In Woodworth's eyes, although Menechelle was still scarred and even had a dent on his left chest from where he kicked him, his aura was more than a little stronger than before.

The almost translucent crimson magic power was like a blazing flame, constantly expanding outwards, like a raging magic furnace. It was like a scorching thunder snake erupting from the gaps in his armor, covering his entire body. People become the center of thunderstorms.

This is an exaggerated effect that occurs when the absorbed magic is overloaded and the violent momentum is released to strengthen the body. However, in the palace where the magic is imprisoned, it is impossible for Menechel to have so much magic to use. overload.

If he had just relied on his body's original strength, he might have been in a stalemate with Woodworth for a long time. But if a second enemy like Woodworth comes at this time, Menechelle will be dragged into an endless protracted battle.

So it must be resolved quickly.

So, if the quantity of magic power is not enough, then quality will make up for it.

With the skill "Undefeated Glory", the more damage you take, the greater the power of the magic released. When you are about to die, the shock attached to the magic released is enough to scare even those with weak will.

Therefore, in the previous confrontation, Menechel deliberately did not repair his wounds, and even took the initiative to tear them open.

Woodworth didn't know what happened to Menechelle, but he could see that the magic power on the other person almost condensed into amorphous fluctuations like flames.

And more importantly, at that moment, he felt something unusually familiar.

Something slid down his cheek, and when he glanced sideways, he saw a drop of blood slipping from his chin and dripping to the ground.

His cheek was broken by the magic power that just broke out.

——Is it actually blood?

He breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was humiliation.

"asshole!"

Woodworth suddenly burst into action and charged at Menechelle again.

As a top goalkeeper, Jianmi's characteristic is that servants below the first-class level can be dealt with by just relying on normalcy, but servants above the first-class level need to rely on the overload state of [Breaking Oath]. They are also top-level, but they are restrained by Jianmi and do not fight. Servants who continue their journey need the first sword. Servants who are both top but cannot restrain each other have no clear solution.

Woodworth's ability [King of Fangs] is set to have 50% total attack resistance in the game, so I set it to be the same damage-free as Karna Sun Armor.

(End of this chapter)

445. Chapter 424 First, Woodworth, who committed the sin of wrath, and Lancelot, who committed the sin of laziness

445.

Well come!

Looking at Woodworth approaching, Minachell's eyes shone brightly. The magic power that had just been stimulated from his body rushed into his body in the next moment. Relying on the magic power generated by [Glory of Undefeated], he fully activated another skill.

[Breaking the Oath]

Holding the greatsword in both hands, the lightning that was scattered on his body gradually dimmed, while the knight's sword lit up.