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

"About five or six years." Altria asked herself and answered. She held her chin with both hands and stared at the night sky without blinking. "I haven't seen stars for five or six years. What is the world outside like?"

The bad premonition grew stronger. In Menechel's opinion, Artoria was not a girl who liked to discuss stars, but her abnormal behavior tonight made Menechel unable to tell the truth for a while.

Is he facing Altria herself, or an illusion created by Merlin?

"Menichel, fight with me."

Suddenly, a girl's cheerful voice came to his ears. Without any preparation, she directly invited Minashel to a fight.

Menechel turned his head in surprise, and as expected, he met Artoria's eyes. Facing the girl's burning gaze, Menechel only persisted for a moment before guiltily shifting his gaze.

Looking at the heartless Knight Kai who was still sleeping, Minashel had basically confirmed the truth of the matter.

"Teacher Merlin told you?"

Menechel picked up a burning stick and stuck it into the soil.

"Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Altria's eyes rarely showed a sharp edge, and the momentum was as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath. The girl had a slightly provocative smile on her face, and she repeated again: "Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Although there was no direct answer, Menechel already knew the answer to the question. He picked up the wooden sword that had been prepared long ago, and in the dim light of the fire, pointed the sword towards Artoria.

He was not afraid of waking up Kai who was still sleeping. Since it was Teacher Merlin's intention, then Merlin would definitely set up a soundproof barrier - and the result would be that only Kai would be excluded from the truth.

Artoria turned the wooden sword slightly and performed a standard knight's salute to Menechel, but Menechel, who had obviously only learned a little from Merlin, did not return the salute. He rushed straight towards Artoria, and swung the wooden sword in his hand horizontally, aiming directly at the girl's wrist.

The collision of wooden swords made a teeth-grinding friction sound, and Menechel's slashing blow hit the hilt of Artoria's sword.

When the first attack failed, Menechel did not retreat but advanced, using the force of the opponent's attack to stab again, and pushed Artoria back a few steps before she could gain a firm footing.

But before Menechel could organize another effective attack, Artoria's counterattack had already arrived.

Although it looked like just an ordinary swing, Menechel was forced to hold the sword with both hands to barely block Altria's slash.

The gap in power is still so despairing.

The stalemate was instantly broken as Altria exerted force with her second hand, and the lack of frontal force forced Menechel to retreat.

But once she retreated, Artoria gained a wider space to attack and immediately demonstrated her good basic skills.

Sword blades fell on Menechel's sword like a rainstorm, and the wooden sword made a whimpering sound under the heavy burden. Even with two hands holding the sword, he could not defend well. Even under the continuous attack of the wooden sword without a blunt surface, the marks of Menechel's body being hit became more and more obvious.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Menechel subconsciously loosened one hand, and his wooden sword immediately slipped out of his hand.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Artoria slashed vertically and subconsciously retracted her strength, preparing to hang the wooden sword in front of Menechel to end the fight, but the girl suddenly discovered that Menechel had retreated out of the attack range and turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

The knights' fight ends here, and what follows is a free-for-all.

The other party did not speak, but Altria clearly saw this meaning in the other party's eyes at that moment. The girl pursed her lips as if helpless, and she lowered the wooden sword.

"That's it, let's call it a draw."

Minachell, who had just prepared for a protracted battle, came out again. He was still a little embarrassed because of his previous actions, but he still said stubbornly: "You said it was a draw."

"Yes, yes, it's a draw." Using a tone like comforting a child, Altria approached Menechel.

Menechel felt a little ashamed of the other party's behavior, but soon a feeling of shock swept away the shame.

Once again, Menechel was pinned to the grass by Altria in a back-lock position.

Familiar place, familiar lack of martial ethics, familiar sneak attack! But the only thing that changed was that Menachel became the one being attacked.

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

“It doesn’t hurt, it hurts, it hurts!”

He had only said half of his tough words when his arm was bent further by Altria. But even so, Menachel still gritted his teeth and held on for 0.3 seconds before letting go.

"I give up. I give up."

Altria let go of her hand contentedly, but she did not let go of Menechel. Instead, the girl sat on Menechel's back very naturally.

Then the girl's body fragrance surrounded Menechel.

Menichel suddenly stopped resisting. He suddenly felt that being pressed down was not something unacceptable.

Altria, who had finally calmed down, slowly continued the topic that had just been interrupted by the duel: "I understand. You will not leave with us tomorrow."

Menechel pretended to be dumb.

Altria continued, "I just want you to say goodbye to me in person. I'm not asking for anything in return, but just saying goodbye as a friend."

"I'm not good at saying goodbye."

Menechel said hesitantly.

Altria's eyes were sharp, and she once again tightened her grip on Menechel's arm. She ignored Menechel's cries of pain and said, "So you're just going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"I was wrong."

The response from the other side was also very straightforward.

"Besides that." Altria's voice suddenly became softer, and the momentum just now disappeared: "About that, what love?"

Menachere perked up and the pain was gone instantly.

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Chapter 7 The oldest fire-making project in human history

In a peaceful and comfortable utopia, in a dense and towering forest that looks like a primitive jungle, a wild beast is rampaging around wantonly, destroying the static beauty.

Those trees that had grown exceptionally strong and sturdy under the nourishment of magic were rendered useless under its trampling. This was a creature similar to a cheetah. Except for its extremely large size that made it particularly conspicuous in the forest, it was no different from an ordinary big cat.

But even so, its terrifyingly muscular body and sturdy body that is almost as strong as that of an ordinary dragon are enough for it to dominate this area.

But the hideous wounds on its body that were slowly dripping with blood clearly showed that at this moment, the monster was running at its maximum speed not for hunting but for escaping.

Behind it, there is an even more terrifying predator approaching.

It was a bipedal beast that had just strayed into the area, and it had never seen such a ferocious predator that was only killing for the sake of killing.

''Found you.''

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps simply because the constant consumption of physical strength finally made this "overlord" reach its limit. At this moment, the cheetah slowly stopped, and issued a warning growl from the depths of its throat, but combined with the tragic state of its serious injuries at this time, it only made people feel that this was the last struggle of the trapped beast.

A lazy smile appeared on Menechel's face. He half-closed his eyes and glanced indifferently at the monster that was baring its teeth at him. He slowly drew out the knight sword at his waist, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the monster in front of him.

He gently raised the tip of his sword. Even the magical beast with low IQ could clearly see the provocation and disdain from the "bipedal beast" in front of him.

The pain from the wound and the smell of blood made the monster's eyes bloodshot. It let out a final roar and rushed towards the bipedal beast in front of it.

Faced with such a situation, Menechel stretched out a hand and pressed the monster's head. Without waiting for the cheetah to struggle, he pressed it to the ground with his hand. At the same time, he used his other free hand to hold the sword and slashed it down. The monster was beheaded in the blink of an eye.

"It's quite brave."

Menashel slowly let go of the monster's head. He fumbled for a small wooden blade from his body and cut the monster's chest and abdomen piece by piece under the cover of magic.

The ingredients for today's dinner are almost ready.

Menashel weighed the palm-sized piece of meat. Of course, he couldn't eat just that little bit, so he killed a few more so-called "overlords" nearby.

As the body grows, the help provided by these demon species becomes smaller and smaller, and even the meat of other parts except the core part of the monster is of no help at all.

In order to make full use of the "physical strengthening" twice a day, Minashel had to kill a few more monsters during his regular hunting every day to replenish his physical strength.

He considers eating as part of exercising his body, which is why he gets better every day.

They set up the wooden frame before the sun set. Menechel did not have the ability to make a fire at will like his teacher Merlin, so he had to adopt the most primitive method and use a "lighter" - he raised a magical beast that could make fire.

Since the "lighter" was just acquired, the little thing was still a little emotional, but after Minashel broke one of its legs, the little earth dragon became well-behaved today.

Looking at the simple grill in front of him, Menachel carefully maintained the blade. Even when making dinner, it was not a time to relax - the firelight and the smell of meat would sometimes attract uninvited guests.

Sure enough, before Menechel could sit firmly, a few faint rustling sounds were heard as expected. The hand holding the sword quietly clenched, while the other hand continued to clean the blood on the blade very naturally, quietly waiting for the lurker's attack.

"Hey, hey!"

This was obviously not Minashel's own voice, his "little lighter" couldn't help but shout out first.

Dark shadows moved, flames flickered, and the lurker approached almost instantly.

The unexpected speed meant that Menichel didn't even have time to adjust the direction of his body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw three cold rays of light rushing towards his head.

He only had time to block it with his sword, but his hasty defense meant that Menichel didn't have time to exert any strength before he was pushed out. Almost instinctively, Menichel used the force to roll on the ground a few times, and while dissipating the force, he also turned over and picked up the three-legged little dragon to block in front of him.

The attacker let out a low whimper, and the little dragon in Menechel's arms let out a low howl again.

It seems that the "parents" have arrived.

This is a common occurrence, and similar things have happened to the previous "lighters" so often that Minashel has learned how to deal with it.

As if it was afraid of the consequences, the adult dragon did not attack Menechel again. It lay on the dry grass, rubbing its feet against the ground, its red eyes fixed on the dragon cub in Menechel's hand.

Menechel showed a thoughtful look. When the opponent launched a second attack, he decisively threw out the "lighter". The attacker immediately stopped the attack, and the claw shadow that was sweeping over turned into a hug, stopping the little dragon.

But the battle was over after only a moment's hesitation. In a flash of sword light, the magical rapier slashed down diagonally, leaving a line of blood. The attacker was cut in half from shoulder to abdomen along with the child in his arms.

Today's maintenance was in vain.

Menechel looked at his knight's sword with regret. The burning dragon blood on it seemed to be corroding the blade, making the already old sword even more unbearable. He picked up some hay on the ground and sucked the dragon blood off the blade, then Menechel approached the two dragons again.

The attacker was an adult Asian dragon nearly as tall as a human. It was estimated to be the father or mother of the little Asian dragon. The dragon's claws were cut, and although the cub was always held in its arms, it still could not escape death.

The magic reserve of "overnight meat" will be much less, so I can only reward myself tonight so as not to regret the top-quality ingredients that are delivered to my doorstep.

Apart from a small portion of dragon meat, Menechel brought back the part of the dragon that was easy to carry back to the camp. The monsters nearby were becoming increasingly difficult to catch, so perhaps these "inferior meats" could be used as bait for hunting.

But soon Menechel stopped moving. Due to the brief confrontation just now, the campfire had been put out. Judging from the current situation, Menechel might not be able to make a fire on his own.

After trying to make fire by rubbing two sticks together without success, Minashel looked at the cheetah meat that had been on the fire and was now unclear whether it was half-cooked or not cooked at all, and fell into deep thought.

Now the "lighter" is dead, and even the dragon, the tool for "testing poison", is gone.

Throwing the piece of meat and the dragon's body together with disgust, Menechel turned and left the makeshift camp.

He was going to the end of the forest again.

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Chapter 8: Wild bonfires are not something you have to think about.

2023-07-29

Utopia is a magical place.

This is a dreamland created by the thoughts of all primates, so it is not surprising at all no matter what kind of creatures appear in this magical land.

Menechel once discovered a blazing blue-green "fire tree" here. In order to find fire again, Menechel did not hesitate to chew on the fruit and travel through mountains and rivers to revisit the place again.

But even so——

"Even so, there won't be any fire trees full of bonfires."

The tied-up humanoid had no sense of being a prisoner. He stared at the man in front of him with his small earthy yellow eyes and said angrily: "Let me go quickly, or else..."

There was a flash of cold light, and the sword blade was pressed against his neck, the sharp chill stinging his skin.

"Otherwise I would have died miserably."

The other party's answer was very straightforward, and there was no trace of him sounding like an innocent passerby who was just wandering around and was caught by a knight who jumped out of nowhere and used as a tool.

Menechel said nothing. Despite the other party's fierce resistance, he lifted the hair hanging on both sides of the creature in front of him, revealing a unique pointed ear.

"Elves?"

"Yes!"

The elf's answer was very straightforward. Menechel deflected the sword and removed it from the opponent's neck, but he did not give the opponent a chance to relax before slashing it down again.

Obviously, the opponent's entire elf did not react, and only shook instinctively. But the imagined pain did not come, and the rope that bound his body was cut off by this clean knife.

"you"

The elf blinked, then sat on the ground and felt around with a look of disbelief on his face.

"You go."

Before leaving, Teacher Merlin had warned him not to kill elves here - what's more, Menechel had not yet thought of "preying" on elves with human physiques.

"what?"