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

Rusland did not think that he would lose if he mobilized all the knights in the city to fight against a mere attacker when he had the upper hand, even if that attacker was the undefeated Knight of Sardis.

So he forced his subordinates to control the knights at the city gate. The long-term pampered life made Rusland almost forget the feeling of fighting, but the gradually restless blood made Rusland eager to charge.

A knight was left behind to report to the Duke of Cornwall. Although Rusland was the strongest force in the city now that the Knight of Discipline had appeared, it was obvious that Rusland did not really want to be labeled a traitor.

After all, acting first and reporting later and being arbitrary and autocratic are two different things.

The city gate was lowered at the right time. Rusland suppressed the excitement in his heart and jumped onto his horse. Behind him, the knights wearing the same dark blue soft armor followed him out of the city gate. Rusland held the spear in his hand, and what came to his ears was the chaotic sound of horse hooves and the whistling of the wind.

Rusland has always disdained to wear a head armor, and therefore he could clearly feel the touch of the wind blowing across his face. He raised the spear in his hand and let out a long and hearty whistle. At this time, the archers on the city gate also stopped shooting.

Compared with the grand occasion here, the enemy seemed insignificant, standing alone three hundred meters away from the city gate.

It's smart, at least it can help you avoid being shot out of the sieve by the arrow.

As Rusland thought so, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not abide by the chivalrous principle of "dismount and fight". He squeezed the horse's belly with his feet and urged the warhorse to rush directly towards the enemy who was only wearing soft armor.

"Sartesius, die!"

He did not conceal his murderous intent at all, and bluntly said that he, Rusland, had long been dissatisfied with the First Knight.

The distance of three hundred meters passed in a flash, and the three hundred knights were instantly overwhelmed by the dense soldiers. Rusland took the lead, and the enemy's figure was reflected in his eyes.

The man holding a greatsword at the front of the team was undoubtedly Menechel, the commander of Camelot, so Rusland avoided Menechel, pulled the reins and ran straight towards a lone knight who had escaped from the knights' charge.

The whistling sound of the wind in his ears and the flying scenes in front of his eyes turned into fuel for his heart, making Rusland excited.

The lone knight then withdrew his gaze from the wide-open city gate, and turned to look at Rusland as if he had realized something.

He saw the tip of his gun touching the long sword that the opponent had just pulled out. He curled his lips and laughed at the opponent's stupidity. With the force of the charge, how could he lose?

Rusland thrust his lance forward. The sound of the lance blade rubbing against the sword covered up the sound of the wind and the sound of horse hooves. The smile on Rusland's face froze for a moment, and soon turned into fear.

He saw the knight in front of him raised his head and glanced at him, and then all the scenes in his vision quickly retreated backwards. Rusland seemed to be exiled into the darkness of eternal night. The sound, touch, and vision disappeared in an instant, leaving Rusland alone to confront those blood-red eyes.

He wanted to scream but no sound came out. Rusland touched his neck in horror but found nothing.

He blinked his eyes and finally saw clearly in the shadow the body that had fallen helplessly from the horse and his beloved horse that was still charging forward.

Menechel swung his sword subconsciously, and the blood and the body fell to the ground at the same time. He looked at the body lying on the ground in silence, not understanding why he had become the enemy's target again.

But at this moment, Menechel, who was splattered with blood, had no time to think about these things. He stretched out his hand towards the horse that was running out of control. When the two collided, he grabbed the horse's reins and swung his sword at the horse's neck with his other hand. The sword, which was not very handy, only penetrated half of the neck, but Menechel used the force of both hands to break the horse's momentum.

Perhaps it was because the killed knight had a very special status, the flank that had been ignored before soon received the second lance.

Minechel's elaborate disguise was cleverly broken by Rusland at the cost of his life. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately gave up his original plan.

"All troops, follow me and charge!"

Red arcs of electricity danced from Menechel's body, and the sound of thunder swept across the entire battlefield. The knight's sword left a cold afterimage, and both the spear and the horse were broken.

The knight who lost his mount fell to the side uncontrollably, but was hit in the face by a kick wrapped in red lightning. A column of red blood immediately spurted out, and when it came into contact with the lightning, it evaporated into mist.

The Headless Knight returned along the same route at an extremely fast speed, leaving a trail of blood along the way, and at this time, the Knights finally trapped Menechel in the center.

The bloodstained knight stopped what he was doing, he held up his hair with his bloodstained hands, the sound of horse hooves could be heard from all directions, his half-closed eyes released his breath without reservation.

The aura of the fantasy species that was infected by the dragon species spread around like an explosion. The orderly sound of horse hooves became panicked, and the hoarse neighing was accompanied by the knight's scolding. The war horses fluttered one by one like a plague, and the knights on their backs crashed into the ground uncontrollably.

Magic power flowed throughout the body, and the magic lightning snake of annihilation spread from the tip of the sword to the surroundings. Menachel unscrupulously squeezed his body, which was comparable to that of a fantasy species, and continuously supplied magic power to maintain the state of magic release.

The soldiers who were engulfed by the lightning snake quickly lost their vital signs, but Menasheel did not stop but instead further increased the strength of the magic power around his body.

Arrows flew in like locusts, without paying any attention to the other knights who were still struggling nearby and unable to get up.

He drew his sword sideways, and the smooth blade of [Undestroyed Lake Light] reflected Menechel's slightly weird smile, and the flying arrows were shot down one by one in the sword shadow.

Before the second volley arrived, Menechel exerted force on his feet, and thunder and lightning exploded under his feet. The violent magic power tore his tendons but at the same time his body automatically recovered. The extreme power converted from magic power pushed his body forward.

He turned his gaze and locked onto his target, the city gate that was slowly closing.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the city gate. He put his hands in front of his body and put his head between his elbows. The muscles all over his body swelled to the extreme under the stimulation of magic.

The scorching magic power almost stretched Menechel's entire body apart. The next moment, the siege bomb made of flesh and blood collided with the city gate that was about to close. The solid city gate sank, but it was ultimately not smashed through by the flesh and blood body. However, the stone wall used to fix the city gate was forcibly lifted off.

The flying city gate smashed into the city of Biluo, and the roar instantly covered up all the screams and curses in the city. The only sound left in the huge city of Biluo was the echo of the city gate smashing into the ground. Several archers holding short swords slowly approached with the only remaining knight in the city.

But their efforts were in vain, as there was nothing at the city gate.

A scream broke the dull atmosphere, and the archers still on the parapet fell one after another.

It was indeed scattered. The corpses that fell to the ground were scattered like toys that were violently chopped in half, in an orderly manner. Human bones, flesh, blood and internal organs poured down from the sky, and the city was suddenly filled with a strong and fishy smell.

The only remaining knight who was fighting back tightened his throat, but before he could do anything there was another thunderous explosion. He felt a flash of coldness in front of him, and something warm liquid splashed on his face.

The smell was so strong that his sense of smell was temporarily blocked.

When he looked up again, he was the only one left standing in the pool of blood.

The solidified and partially solidified dark red liquid almost formed a shell on the opponent's body. The red eyes and the tip of the sword that was still dripping with blood were like, no, this must be the evil spirit from hell.

"Where's that old fellow Cornwall?"

The attacking knight couldn't tell whether the voice he heard was male or female. His knees went weak and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

Water chapter, I won't write about sieges in such detail in the future

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 75 Sudden illness

The city is broken.

This is not an adjective, the walls of Biloo City have been completely damaged and cannot be used. During the period of repairing the city, Menachel had to stay in Biloo City to ensure that the transit point of grain and grass would not be threatened in any way.

But what Menechelle did not expect was that before the walls of Bilbao were completely repaired, the victory news from the front had already arrived. In the final duel between King Bilbao and King Arthur, King Bilbao died, and the war that continued the hatred between two generations came to an end.

Menachelton, who had already prepared for the rescue, felt bored. He rushed from Camelot to Biloo City, which took him more than ten days, but in the end, he only fought a battle - even the harassment of Biloo City by the Bian King's army that Menachelton had expected did not happen.

As if it had just finished a night's sleep, the war ended in this anticlimactic way. Fortunately, Menechal did not have many opportunities to play, and King Arthur did not leave him directly in his future fiefdom, the city of Bilbao.

As soon as he returned to Camelot, Menechel couldn't wait to go to Merlin's tower.

"How long has this situation been going on?" Merlin looked at Menechel's arm with an expression that showed he knew it was the case.

"Probably less than a month." Directly opposite Merlin, Menechel sat carelessly and stretched out his arms covered with stratum corneum.

"It's been a month, and you're only coming to me now. I can't do anything else." Merlin wanted to poke the black, scaly stratum corneum with his hand, but was pushed away by Menachere who was prepared.

"If I had left at that time, Bilu City would definitely not be able to be defended."

Hearing Merlin say there was no other way, Menechel put on the arm armor directly. The arm armor, which was specially made larger to facilitate the use of force, now fits Menechel's arm perfectly.

Although the city of Bilù guarded by Menechel did not face a siege until the end, after the news of King Bie's defeat spread, Menechel captured more than a thousand knights who seemed to appear out of thin air.

It was obvious that these thousand knights were not organized to come to Biloo City for team building, but to build a team with the soldiers in Biloo City in the future. If they were not afraid of Menachel's reputation as "enemy of a thousand men", the remaining troops in Biloo City might not be able to stop him.

"Does she know?"

"I don't know." Menechel answered decisively. He hadn't had a private chat with Altria for a long time.

"You didn't interfere in the fight between Altria and the humble king, did you?"

"of course."

Merlin patted Menechel's shoulder in a comforting manner: "You should be thankful that Altria was able to defeat the King alone, otherwise your situation would be even worse if you were involved in such a high-intensity battle."

“Is there any way to relieve it?”

"It will disappear on its own after a while, but remember, you'd better not fight with your stupid method anymore."

Only Menachere could do such a horrific act as to gain magic power by destroying body tissues.

After a pause, Merlin continued, still unsatisfied: "Where do you think the magic power stored in your body comes from? The dragon you ate was..."

Looking at Menechel's confused eyes, Merlin suddenly realized that he was just talking to a deaf ear. His disciple knew nothing about the mysterious side.

"In short, don't fight with all your strength in the future."

Merlin watched Menechel's receding figure, the expression on his face slowly falling apart.

"That's it, that's it."

He nodded continuously. Although he already knew the ending of the story, Merlin had never been able to see why it happened.

If things continue to develop in this way, Camelot should become great again in the hands of Altria.

"So this is how you're leaving."

Merlin smiled softly, and he couldn't help but think of the jester's performance he watched with King Uther in his early years.

"Shouldn't the ending of a legendary figure be to fall in the snow?"

On the other side, Menechel, who had left Merlin's Tower, tried to move his right arm, but the soreness still lingered.

Such a strange behavior did not attract the attention of other passers-by. Instead, everyone who saw Menechel's conspicuous armor looked away. At first, Menechel did not care until he heard two passers-by whispering.

……

Avril has been feeling very uncomfortable lately.

She thought that after gaining the support of her brother and the right to elect three hundred knights, she could have a foothold in Camelot, but Menechel's special status in Camelot far exceeded her expectations.

Naturally, before Artoria made it clear that she wanted to take action against Menechel, no one dared to make any unusual moves against Camelot's second-in-command. Naturally, with the protection of Camelot's second-in-command, he rose to prominence. However, it is easier to avoid an open attack than to guard against an arrow from the dark. Perhaps it was done by those knights who were rejected by Avriel or others who were jealous of Menechel's status. Some unsightly rumors gradually spread.

According to rumors, Avril is jokingly called "the weakest knight selected by the First Knight."

Avril was just thinking about something when the door was pushed open.

Looking back alertly, Menachel had already stepped into the door.

"Brother."

Avril was not too surprised by Menachere's arrival. She had received news of the victory on the front line not long ago.

Minachell nodded silently. Seeing that the other party still had the same expression, Avril couldn't help but pursed her lips.

For a refugee like her, whose reputation was unknown, reputation was no longer important. But those rumors were mainly directed at her elder brother, or rather, they were originally directed at her elder brother, and she was just affected by them.

But she wasn't sure if Menechelle would think so.

Before Avril was given the name "Avril", when the girl was still living as a refugee, the concept of independence had already been deeply imprinted in her mind and reflected in her daily actions.

Avril considers herself to be a calm, rational person with a high level of self-awareness. In order to survive, she can treat strangers as brothers and sisters, and she can also try to change herself into the most suitable appearance for others in exchange for sufficient survival resources.

But all this is based on one premise, that she can still make rational judgments clearly.

It turned out that Avril did better than he expected.

Until recently.

Perhaps it was the embrace like the warm sun that melted the ice called understanding, or perhaps it was the words "stay with me" that broke the independent shell, and the part that was so soft that even I found it incredible was revealed outside.

She made wrong decisions time and again. She shouldn't have taken on a task that was clearly beyond her capabilities just to win the approval of others.

It seems that the girl named Avril is losing control of her own brain.

“Are you under a lot of pressure?”

She could clearly hear the words coming out of Menechel's mouth.

She did not answer directly, not daring to look Menechel in the eye.

Then she realized that she should not go on like this, and that retreating from the current situation was the right way to survive for a weak person.

Avril took a deep breath and looked at Menachere who seemed to be in a stalemate in front of her. Suddenly, all the expression on her face disappeared.

"Brother, I don't think I am worthy of the position of a deputy in the Knights' Order."

She turned around, and her usually cool little face suddenly showed a tired expression. Avril sighed for a long time, and it seemed like she took a deep breath.

"While I appreciate your help, as you can see, I'm not the right person for the job."

Noticing Menechel's increasingly gloomy expression, Avril spoke more and more confusedly.

"Besides, there should be quite a few knights willing to serve as Brother's deputy. And, because of me, Brother has also been criticized a lot... So, we must know how to cut losses."

This look made Menechel feel annoyed, as if he saw himself falling into endless internal friction not long ago, wondering whether what he did was meaningful. He couldn't help but get angry.

"You talked more than I expected today." Minachell subconsciously stretched out his right hand, but his hand froze in mid-air and slowly fell. He half-knelt down and stretched out his left hand to hold down Avril's head as she kept listing reasons. He knew exactly how Avril felt at the moment: "It seems like the pressure is really great."

"Although I'm not good at socializing, Avril, what are you afraid of?"

Avril's voice paused.

Menechel straightened up, folded his arms and looked at her.