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

"court death!"

Menechel shouted angrily, and his body shot downwards like lightning, but the two knights ran out of the city at the same time Menechel spoke.

With the tip of his spear sweeping across, Menechel dispersed the dust raised by his landing. When he looked up again, he could only see the backs of the two fleeing knights from afar.

But the faint vibrations on the ground made Menechel give up the idea of ​​pursuing. He issued an order to the knights on the city wall who were somewhat stunned by the sudden change:

"You, take control of the city gate immediately."

"Lord Menechel, the enemy... the enemy has appeared again."

Menechel tightened the spear in his hand. He wanted to speak but found that he had no one to turn to - his deputy was among the people who had just defected. Gritting his teeth, he casually pointed the tip of his spear at a knight. Naturally, he didn't have a good tone because of the sudden betrayal.

"I'll hold off the enemy, and you find a few people to seize control of the city gate."

Without time to explain, Menechel looked at the dark crowd of people in the distance. A layer of dark magic gradually appeared around him. He exerted force with his feet and directly crossed the city gate and crashed into the outside of the city.

The knight who was chosen by Menechel hurriedly called several colleagues shortly after seeing Menechel rushing out of the city. However, seeing that the knight he had chosen remained indifferent, he began to get anxious:

"What are you guys dithering about? Master Menachel will blame you later..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and he finally noticed that his colleagues around him were giving him meaningful looks.

"Lord Rui Nuo, you should know that if we continue to guard, none of us will survive."

The knight called Reno swallowed in disbelief, and a bad guess arose in his heart.

"If that old man hadn't been so vigilant, holding a gun even when sleeping, I would have tied him up and surrendered him long ago."

Another knight also spoke at this time. He was one of the first knights to follow Menechel, and therefore he also developed a fear of Menechel, but now Menechel, who was the "city tyrant", was no longer there.

“Now is the perfect opportunity to get started.”

More and more knights began to speak, and those knights who had not yet expressed their opinions also chose to remain silent because they saw so many people speaking.

“You guys…” Reno was so angry that his face turned pale. The young knight drew the sword from his waist and pointed it at his colleagues who were gradually approaching him. He shouted sternly: “Today, even if I die, I will not be in the same boat with maggots like you!”

He didn't understand why Lord Menechel, who was only fulfilling his duties as the city defender, would arouse public outrage. Now, Reno just felt that these former colleagues were disgusting.

"Do it."

Several nearby guards rushed forward and instantly overwhelmed the knights guarding the city gate.

……

Menechel barely found a foothold in the crowd and wanted to look back to see how the city gate behind him was closing, but a spear stabbed at him shattered his fantasy.

Why is it so slow?

Menechel thought to himself, but his movements were not slow at all. He swung the white spear like a lightning snake, blocking the attacks while the scattered arcs of electricity also blocked the surrounding space, forcing an army of thousands of people to fight him.

The increasingly strong sweet and fishy taste in his mouth reminded him again and again that his body was reaching its limit.

Once again forced to retreat by the hail of arrows, but Menasheel, who was concentrating on defending against the attack in front of him, ignored the attack from the city of Bilu behind him.

An arrow approached silently, and Menechel felt his left shoulder tremble. His body involuntarily fell to one side, and the spear flew out of his hand uncontrollably.

Minachel, who had not yet figured out the source of the attack, endured the severe pain and tried his best to release the little magic power that was left.

The subsequent arrows were immediately burned out by layers of lightning nets, preventing the first knight from being shot into a sieve.

His knees went weak and the dizziness from overdrawn made it impossible for him to control his body. He staggered back a few steps, and when he came to his senses again, several spears were thrust in front of him.

Grasping the two spears in front, Menichel tried hard to pry them apart, but more spears swarmed in, vying to be placed on Menichel's neck, forcing his body down.

My consciousness gradually became blurred, but my eyes stubbornly refused to close.

He heard the sound of applause, but couldn't see the faces of the people applauding.

"First Knight, your performance is worthy of your title of first. If there were no traitors, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see the scenery inside the city of Biloo today." In a trance, he heard someone say this.

Traitor... I see. It turns out that he was killed by an arrow shot by his own people.

A surge of anger rushed to his head, and his already gradually stiffening body was once again filled with new fuel.

The spear creaked as he held it.

"See clearly, those are the people you are trying so hard to protect." The voice continued to echo in his ears, but it became faintly shrill, as if it was a woman's voice.

"I might as well tell you that the death of your sister Avril is also related to the nobles of Camelot behind the city of Biloo. They are afraid that you will know about this and are afraid of your revenge. They wish you would die immediately, so why would they send troops to help you?"

A warm current surged in his eyes, and his vision gradually recovered. Under the pressure of several people, Menichel raised his body little by little. The spear that was originally placed at his side was isolated by a black horn-like layer.

The violent magic power was surging wildly in the black monster.

"Kill him quickly!"

The calm female voice in his ears suddenly turned into a male voice, and Minachel finally recognized it. It was Ezequiel's voice.

The tip of the spear was unable to penetrate the layer of black scales and was broken off at the shaft.

The sudden black tail swung sideways, easily sweeping away the approaching knight.

Ezequiel looked palely at the creature in front of him, who could just be called a human being. The moment their eyes met, he kept stepping back as if out of fear from the creature's instinct.

"withdraw……"

As soon as he spoke, Ezequiel was roughly pressed against the neck by the tip of the tail.

"I can let you enter the city of Biloo, and I can even help you capture the city of Camelot."

His voice was hoarse and inhuman, his blood-red pupils only had the brilliance of an animal: "But after entering the city, you must slaughter all the knights, all the nobles, and all the people in the city."

As for why Morgan could induce Minae to transform into a dragon, there was a foreshadowing before. When Minae slew the dragon, I specifically pointed out that Morgan and the dragon were old acquaintances.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 95 If You Surrender

When the last screams from the City of Biloo faded into the sunset, Ezequiel was still in shock. This fortress, which was as famous as the City of Lihe, had blocked his 4,000 soldiers for three whole days with only a few hundred knights who had no fighting spirit.

If the First Knight had not suffered a mutiny, the time for taking the city would probably be delayed even further.

Ezequiel felt fortunate that he was lucky not to be in the same era as Minechel in his heyday.

"Lord Ezequiel, that guy... has left."

Hearing the voices of his subordinates, Ezequiel put on a calm attitude. He stood in the meeting room with his hands behind his back, listening to the summary while scanning the surrounding furnishings. His eyes finally stopped on a hand-drawn battle map that had obviously been viewed many times.

Upon hearing the news that Menechel had left, Ezequiel breathed a sigh of relief. He did not expect the other party to really fulfill his verbal promise to help him capture Camelot. Facing the black scourge head-on, Ezequiel had no doubt that the other party could kill him and escape unscathed from the hands of 4,000 fully armed soldiers.

The destruction of the city of Bilú could be regarded as a reward for Menechel's kindness in not killing them.

"It is destiny that is helping me." Ezequiel kicked the corpses of the knights of Biluo City at his feet. To be honest, he should really thank these knights who launched the mutiny.

"Take a short break," Ezequiel said, his eyes fixed towards the direction of Camelot. "We will march to Camelot at full speed tonight."

……

Kai looked at Artoria who was sitting in the main seat. He didn't know how to start. He was in the same dilemma as Artoria, or it could be said that all the knights present were forced into a dilemma by the current situation.

As early as a few days ago, when Artoria received the emergency letter from Menechel, the knights of the expeditionary force split into two factions - some believed that the expedition should be abandoned and returned to defend Camelot, but more believed that this was the perfect time to attack the enemy's capital.

Anyway, Menechel is guarding the rear, so we might as well take advantage of this perfect opportunity when the enemy sends troops to go around the rear and the combat power is empty, seize all the enemy's territory in one fell swoop, and achieve an unprecedented achievement.

But on the same day that she received Menechel's letter, a letter written by Morgan himself was also delivered to Artoria, which detailed the story of how the enemy was blocked by Menechel in the city of Bilú.

This letter also completely strengthened Artoria's confidence in attacking.

There should be absolutely no mistake in what the Queen said—such unreasonable "common sense" suddenly popped up in Altria's mind.

Until a piece of bad news reached Altria's ears.

"King, the city of Billu has been breached, and the enemy's next target is the city of Camelot."

The slightly breathless report from the messenger knight exploded in Altria's ears like thunder.

The awe-inspiring expression on her face became dull and empty in an instant, and she was stunned for three seconds before she suddenly stood up as if she had finally come to her senses: "What did you say!"

Her voice was a little distorted, and the dignity on her face gradually collapsed. Artoria murmured as if she had just woken up from a dream: "Impossible, Menachel...how could he lose..."

"You—" A cold light flashed in Altria's eyes. She asked sternly as if she had grasped the last straw: "You are the guard of Camelot City. Did you hear about the fall of Billu City from hearsay?"

"Lord Menachel fought to the death and has been killed by the rebels!"

Killed by the rebels...?

Altria's body shook, and she felt that the scene in front of her was no longer real. Her feet became light and weak, as if she had just woken up. Her body staggered backwards, and finally she sat down weakly on the backrest.

All the sounds suddenly disappeared. Her lifeless eyes stared at the dazzling sword in the stone that had fallen to her feet. Her lips trembled a little bit, and an expression of fear suddenly filled her face.

Dead...he, Menechel, dead...

"The whole army returns to defend."

Altria heard her own voice, but fortunately she did not lose her composure too much.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, someone immediately refuted:

"King, Camelot is now under siege by the enemy. Even if we return to defend now, we may not be able to change the situation—"

"Who are you! What right do you have to make the decision!" Altria suddenly shouted out, and she was furious at the strong anger that was so thick that it almost burst her entire body.

"I want to go back! Everyone, go back and crush those thousands of undeads! Crush their bodies into pieces!"

Shout it out - every part of her body is telling of this desire, as if she would disappear immediately if she didn't shout it out.

The Knight King, who had always restrained himself with reason, was breached by the individual named Altria for the first time. Altria's voice became increasingly excited as she raised her head, and her red eyes swept across the faces of each knight:

"I'd rather not have this territory! I'd rather be blamed! Now, return to defend immediately!"

She didn't care about the wise and virtuous king, and she didn't want to pretend to be the perfect king in everyone's eyes anymore.

"Fortunately, I caught up."

Altria's sight shifted, and Merlin suddenly appeared beside her.

"Artoria, you are too emotional." Merlin showed a helpless expression as if he was relieved: "If I hadn't blocked their five senses in time, your words just now would definitely cause big trouble."

"Teacher Merlin." Altria's voice became low. She took a deep breath but still couldn't calm her emotions.

"Even you are here to dissuade me?"

Merlin watched Artoria pick up the King's Sword and took a small step back without making a sound. However, Artoria did not show any intention of attacking. She held the Sword in the Stone flat between her hands, and her tone revealed stubbornness:

"I'm sorry to disappoint you - but today, even if I have to give up the title of King Arthur, I will go back."

Once the string of reason is broken, it will be difficult to make correct judgments. Even the king is not immune.

"Of course we have to defend." Merlin spoke at this time, his tone revealing a matter-of-fact meaning: "But at least you have to be prepared to deal with the enemy's pursuit, right?"

Seeing that Altria's mood had recovered, Merlin sighed and said, "Camelot City won't hold out for long."

Merlin then stole a glance at Altria's mood and said, "After all, the fall of Billu has had a huge impact on the morale of Camelot."

Altria pursed her lips, her initial rage gradually turning into sadness.

Do you never retreat from a deadly battle...

She bit her lip.

Why don’t you surrender - you are the first knight, if you surrender, who will be willing to kill you!

There will be three or four more chapters later, probably until the early morning.

In addition, you can skip the next chapter. After all, it is a bit... not very good, and it doesn't affect the plot much.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 96: A Chapter You Don’t Need to Subscribe

There was chaos all around, and it seemed like we were back to that place.

The flashing of swords and the splashing of blood, the smell of the battlefield filled the entire nasal cavity.

Menichel looked at all this, from a third-person perspective, and it seemed as if everyone was surrounding and killing one person.

But that person was like a madman, without any defense, just swinging the sword blindly, and every time he swung the sword, someone would fall down. The attack of exchanging injuries for lives brought his elbows, lower abdomen, and even head. Every exposed part of his body was attacked fiercely, but to no avail.

Menechel just looked at him quietly until the last man fell.

The man suddenly raised his head. Although his face was covered in blood, Menichel recognized him at a glance.

That was his own face. The blood was flowing freely on that high-spirited young face. For some reason, he suddenly felt like crying.