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

Clang——!

Under Woodworth's incredulous gaze, he actually did not gain the advantage in the contest of strength.

But there was no time for him to be stunned. As if unaffected by inertia, the second sword followed.

"Not only the strength, but also the speed..."

Looking at the knight's sword flowing with dark magic that was slashing towards his neck from the side, Woodworth cleverly moved backwards on the tiptoes to avoid it.

But with the help of the force of the sword cutting through the air, Menichel took a step forward, changed the horizontal slash to a straight stab, and caught up with the retreating Woodworth.

The tip of the sword pierced Woodworth's chest, but most of the force was blocked by his fur, which was thicker than steel.

"It's no use!"

The smell of blood filled the air, and Woodworth's ferocity was fully aroused. His muscles flexed and his body swelled again.

The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword, the continuous heavy swords chopped on Woodworth's sharp claws one by one.

"It's useless! It's useless! It's useless!"

Sparks flew as the claws and sword collided with each other, but before the aftereffects of the previous attack had subsided, the next collision had already followed.

But gradually, Woodworth found that from being evenly matched at the beginning, he was now at a disadvantage.

Clearly he had left countless tiny wounds on Menechel, but the blood from those wounds was able to float upwards against gravity due to the gathering of magic power on Menechel's body surface, and quickly vaporized into blood-colored steam.

——Could it be that…

Woodworth realized something, but it was too late.

The sixth encounter ended in a tie.

The surging lightning snake became more and more dazzling on Menechel's body, and finally almost enveloped him completely. The power of the sword became more and more powerful as the magic power became thicker.

Menechel did not stop. He raised the heavy sword once again. His body, stimulated to the extreme by magic, pulled out a scarlet sword light from the knight's sword. The dim sword body was like a beast that finally awakened, and a hint of red fluorescence gradually appeared at the tip of the sword.

He seemed to be holding a sun. The muscles on his arms bulged high, breaking the remaining arm armor. With a crackling sound, the skin on his upper arm holding the sword began to break, spurting out streams of blood.

There was already a blood-red color in front of Menechel's eyes, but his brutal murderous intent had not subsided.

The sounds of cracking and exploding echoed in his ears once again. The crazy, twisted malice and extreme anger entangled his mind, and there was only one thought left in his brain.

His bloodshot eyes turned to Woodworth, and the corners of his mouth opened exaggeratedly.

—Kill him! Crush him! Eat him!

Being looked at like that, Woodworth's heart was beating wildly, but a deeper anger rose the next moment. He was unwilling to admit his fear, and as if to vent this emotion completely, Woodworth roared,

"Asshole! Don't underestimate me, a mere lowly human!"

Not willing to be outdone, he raised his right hand and began to run around at high speed. As he ran, the dark red light further lengthened Woodworth's already sharp claws.

Minasel stood there without moving, his eyes following Woodworth, but he could only see a blurry afterimage.

The dark red light turned into a cold glow, attacking Menechel in the center from all directions, hitting the defenseless exposed body, making crackling sounds, just like a window being hit by raindrops in a rainstorm. Even with the protection of the lightning snake, it was still blown around like a small boat in the center of the storm.

However, no matter how Woodworth attacked, his body, which had reached Ex durability, never fell down, but it was like a heavy wooden stake and there was no possibility of counterattack.

Woodworth seized the opportunity. He squatted under his left foot and his body sank. In the next moment, he appeared behind Minasel where he was unprepared. He pushed the ground with his bent calves and his right hand shot up like lightning.

But Menechel, who had been looking around before, suddenly turned back at the moment when the sharp claws were about to fall on him.

The dark red eyes even shone with ferocious blood because of this violent movement. The greatsword turned with the turn of the head, and cut in from the direction of Woodworth's wrist.

The next moment, an exaggerated collision sound was heard, almost destroying the eardrums.

From the interface where the two collided, shock waves spread out to the periphery, tearing the ground apart with ease. Even the high walls that had been strengthened with magic were blown away by the strong wind like powder, turning into something smaller than dust and crushed into the air.

The airflow caused by the explosion instantly separated the two figures in the center.

When he could see vaguely, he saw Woodworth half-kneeling on the ground, one hand hanging limply, and the other hand pressing on his wrist, but large amounts of blood were still flowing out from between his claws.

Woodworth made a grunting sound at the bottom of his throat. He half-bent his body and stared at his palm which was chopped off not far away. Because of the subsequent violent bites of the lightning snake, the originally beautiful white color had been completely charred.

Just now, his palm pierced into Menechel's eyeball, but at the same time, his own palm was also cut off, not just the wrist. After the sword cut off the wrist, it continued to fall on his lower abdomen, piercing his fur, burning his muscles, and damaging his internal organs.

The black electric arc attached to the wound and the smell of iron that he hated so much made it impossible for him to repair the wound for a while, and the numb feeling made it impossible for him to control his body.

On the other side, Minesher supported himself unsteadily and walked towards Woodworth step by step. However, the flickering arc gradually dimmed and extinguished with his footsteps, and finally, the thunder completely quieted down at this time.

The bloody steam dissipated, leaving only a body covered with wounds of varying sizes.

——As expected of the strongest fighter in the Fairy Kingdom, his counterpart in this world.

He survived this level of attack.

Seeing Woodworth unable to move, Minesher kicked him over, and his foot stepped on Woodworth's throat, making him face up and unable to turn around. He forcibly suppressed the violent thoughts that were about to drive him crazy, raised his sword with a wooden expression, and held the hilt with both hands.

The sword blade penetrated into the previously cut wound again and again, but amid the splattering blood, the speed at which the wound deepened was quite limited.

Woodworth, whose neck was stepped on, suppressed the pain. He saw that the magic power that Menechel had gained in exchange for his injury had been completely exhausted with the sword just now. In a short period of time, he could not kill him by relying on ordinary slashing.

Woodworth grinned fiercely and roared like a curse: "If you can't kill me, I will kill you!"

He could clearly feel the foot stepping on his neck exerting force suddenly. Woodworth looked at him provocatively, and his pupils began to tremble.

Menechel used his knight's sword to pick up the broken hand of Woodworth that had fallen on the ground. He grabbed the hand and put it into his mouth.

A scalp-numbing chewing sound came over him. This human was actually eating his body!

"Originally... I didn't want to eat primates."

With a low voice, Menechel raised his head. One of his eyes was pierced, and the blood flowing from his closed eyelids soaked half of his face. The horrible smile hidden under the bloodstain reminded Woodworth of the great disaster he had repelled a hundred years ago. From the other party's intact eye, Woodworth actually saw the madness that only the Fang Clan fairy curse had when it broke out.

The thunder roared again, and the big sword was inserted into Woodworth's body, but this time it still couldn't penetrate Woodworth's vital points.

But this time, Minechel's purpose was no longer to kill Woodworth.

The wound was enlarged horizontally, and the blade was covered with Woodworth's blood. Menechel scraped the blade with his fingers and licked the blood on his fingers.

The thunder began to grow louder.

'This is……'

Woodworth learned of Minechel's plan. He was going to use his own blood to restore his magic power - he was going to eat himself alive!

"How can such a humiliating death be allowed!"

Woodworth struggled violently, and the numbness in his body began to subside with his movement.

But before he could regain control of his body, bloody steam emerged, and Minashel lowered his head and looked at Woodworth.

He raised his sword high, and Woodworth raised his head with red eyes: "I will kill you!"

He suddenly jumped up, and his intact hand turned into a sharp claw and pierced into Menechel's calf that was stepping on his throat. He was sure that with the other party's current physical condition, it would be difficult for him to withstand such a spread of magic power again.

If the other party gave up the idea of ​​dying together, then what awaited him next was the crazy revenge of Woodworth after he regained control of his body. He cursed from the bottom of his throat: "Let's die together!"

Sure enough, Menechel remained unmoved and continued to accumulate magic power.

Woodworth also gave a ferocious smile.

——At least we must kill the enemy here, at least we must ensure the queen’s safety!

"Woodworth, keep your head down."

He heard a voice, but it was not Menechel's. The air began to vibrate, as if he were in the middle of a typhoon.

Woodworth immediately remembered and clenched the hand that had stabbed into Minasel's calf again.

At the same time that the voice alerted Woodworth, Minashel also heard the source of the voice and looked out of the corner of his eye.

The pale blue meteor exceeded the speed of sound in an instant, and a powerful stream of magic power spurted out from behind the petite girl knight, pushing her forward at an extremely fast speed.

Before the blue light arrived, the storm had already arrived. At this time, the second sword that Menachel had accumulated energy for was completed.

But the blue light was faster than the sword. She accelerated twice in the air as if physics was nothing. The scabbard on the side of her arm was suddenly thrown forward, and the thin light blue blade cut through the air and pointed directly at the back of Menechel.

--will die!

The feeling of trembling spread throughout his body. After charging up the second sword, Menechel's durability had dropped to level B. The injuries that had been suppressed before began to appear one after another, and it was too late to dodge.

"Then at least replace one!"

So Menechel made up his mind. He ignored the sound of breaking air behind him and swung his sword at the wolf-headed goblin whose neck he had stepped on tightly below!

Scarlet blood covered his body, and the ominous blood was transmitted from his palm to the sword. Menechel crossed the sword, and his body, which was stimulated to the extreme by magic, pulled out a scarlet sword light from the knight's sword. The dim sword body was like a beast that finally awakened, and a hint of red fluorescence gradually appeared at the tip of the sword.

The fluorescent light drew a cold arc in the air, and the lightning snake raged forward along the arc, violently venting the overloaded magic power to the surroundings before the heavy sword fell.

Clang——!

This is the crisp sound of metal colliding.

A slender thin blade suddenly stretched out from the side and touched the tip of the sword before the big sword fell on Woodworth.

That was the fairy Lancelot. She originally appeared in the back, but she turned again in a few tenths of a second before swinging the sword, and detonated the magic power that was already extremely unstable.

A spot of scarlet appeared the moment the sword body touched the thin blade, and a heat wave quickly swept out. The magic power pushed the surrounding dust to explode layer by layer towards the outside with this point as the core.

The magical thunderstorm made no distinction between friend and foe, rising with overwhelming force. The rosy red magic faced the tip of the gun, and the red and black lightning snake snaked and roared.

The roaring thunder snakes and the surging ripples, the blood red and the royal blue, under the clash of two super-specification magic powers, burst into a dazzling impact that was too dazzling to look at directly.

Fairy Lancelot noticed something was wrong. The blue armor on her body turned into powder under the aftermath of the magic power, and two huge purple-black wings appeared behind her in the next moment. She raised her head, and a pair of golden pupils appeared under the broken visor. The pure and neutral blue magic power turned into a dark purple without any warning.

The next moment, the black color and lightning snakes that had been compressed to the extreme exploded at the same time. The overlapping light and shadow instantly engulfed the two people in the center. The hot light pillars entangled with two magical powers rushed towards the clouds and crashed into the towering sky. The black halo produced by the overwhelming magical turbulence explosion seemed to tear the sky apart.

The scattered aftermath of the magic power dripped onto the surrounding ruins, marking everything covered by the magic power with the label of extinction.

The air became hot and agitated at this moment.

When everything returned to calm, the floating dust mixed with the blood mist to form a vast miasma, leaving behind only a disaster-like scene. It was hard to imagine that anyone could survive in this place that looked like it had been hit by a meteorite.

The next moment, two golden rays of murderous light suddenly shone from the center where the smell of blood was the strongest.

The blood mist was stirred and gathered in the center. A vague shadow appeared in the mist that was so thick that it seemed to ooze blood. The purple-black ellipsoid opened up, revealing the petite girl wrapped in it.

That is the goblin Lancelot.

However, her posture at this moment was slightly different from before. Her originally fair skin was now pink, and dark lines appeared on her cheeks and left eye, but the most eye-catching thing was the wings behind it.

At the moment when the magic power exploded to the highest point, the fairy Lancelot left the center of the duel. She wrapped her body with her wings to avoid the secondary damage caused later. Large pieces of charred flesh and blood fell off the wings, and the high temperature burned the originally gorgeous wings into a thousand holes. Her right hand was limp against her body, and the flesh and blood that had burst open appeared charred. A hideous sword mark could be vaguely seen extending from her arm to her cheek. This was the wound left when she blocked Menechel's second sword. Fortunately, apart from this, there were no other obvious wounds on her body.

Looking around, in the space that was almost razed to the ground, she saw a part that was protruding from the charred black. The charred black mass trembled, and a wolf-headed goblin with a charred body stood up.

Woodworth first took on Menichel's first sword head-on, and then encountered an explosion of magic power. His blood was boiling at this time, but he forced himself to stay awake and not fall down.

“Where’s that guy!”

Woodworth asked. The fairy Lancelot closed his wings to cover his naked body, with his head, the only part exposed, showing no expression.

"Alive, he also escaped from the center of the explosion."

If she didn't intervene, Woodworth couldn't say for sure, but the knight's frail body would definitely die under her sword.

Woodworth immediately struggled to stand up, revealing his empty right arm and a wound that almost cut him open lengthwise, but the wound had already charred under the burning of magic and no longer bled. If he hadn't been the most outstanding fang fairy among all fairies, if he hadn't been the king of fang fairies, this injury would have killed him long ago.

"He can't get far!"

He was the strongest person in the Fairy Kingdom, yet he was forced into such a situation by a mere human.

"You guys retreat." Morgan's voice came through the water mirror: "I will eliminate him myself."

There were only four that Jianmi couldn't handle in Britain, the fairy kingdom: the perfect Oberon, Morgan, the corpse of the Horned God, the last dragon Melyusina (the fairy Lancelot), and the difficult-to-handle Grand Duke Woodworth. As a result, he encountered three at once. Lucky D was undoubtedly

And why didn't Woodworth die? Because if Woodworth died, Morgan would be invincible, and no creature could sneak attack Morgan without Morgan being prepared. And judging from the strength of Woodworth's performance in the plot, as the heat dissipation organ of the planet, his durability requires at least two or even three swords to kill, and Yaolan, who is as old as Tiamat, can only be defeated after using the first and third swords.

Being able to injure these two at the same time is already a luxurious achievement even if you die.

(End of this chapter)

446. Chapter 425: Finally, it was Menachere who committed the sin of arrogance

446.

Holding the wounds on his chest and abdomen, Menechelle walked with difficulty on the corridor. He didn't know where he was, but the only thing he knew was that his condition was very bad at this time.

Magic power was continuously produced from the position of the spiritual core, and the violent magic power collided with his body, and the thunder snakes surrounded his body like an uncontrollable force.

--what happened?

Unlike any other time in the past when he would fall into a weak state after using the Violation of Oath, this time his body was still in a state of excitement. The next sword still didn't require any accumulation of energy before it could be released, as if magic power had spontaneously flowed into his body.

The wound continued to bleed, taking away his strength. But the opposite of a weak body is the tyranny of the spirit.