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

Opening his eyes with difficulty, feeling a powerlessness completely different from what he remembered, Minachel lay on his back on the floor, staring blankly upwards.

Toruń Square City.

This is an abandoned house. When the war broke out, there were many houses like this that were left vacant because the owners had fled.

Somehow, he returned to the city where his sister was buried and was about to be buried himself.

"The war has broken out again."

In the empty house, there was no one who could respond to his words except a few shriveled corpses.

Menechel was able to learn about the war information thanks to these intruders.

Fortunately, the third-rate knight named Ezequiel broke through the city of Camelot before the expeditionary army returned to defend and launched a horrific massacre. All the nobles and high-ranking knights died in the turmoil.

A broken smile appeared on his face. He couldn't even take part in such a good thing himself.

The only thing that made him unhappy was that Ezequiel took this opportunity to spread rumors that he was assisting the rebels.

With the deterrent power brought by his title of First Knight, he quickly disintegrated the psychological defense of Camelot's resistance, and he, Menechel, became an accomplice unknowingly, and even had a "stand-in" to increase credibility. Thanks to that impostor, his infamy spread all over Camelot.

Instead, it was Ezequiel who reaped all the benefits.

Sooner or later, this guy Ezequiel will be killed.

The thick tail covered with bone spurs supported Menechel's body and turned it over. He narrowed his eyes.

It's a pity that such a simple thing can only be thought about now. The dragon scales on his body, which are like armor, are violently extracting magic power from his body all the time.

He was dying.

Even though there were knights who strayed into this place by mistake and shared his pain of offering sacrifices to the devil every day, his broken body could no longer support such an overloaded operation.

But before he died, he couldn't help but think of the girl whose memory had become a little vague.

Altria.

He failed the other party's expectations and trust, and he finally gave up the city of Billu. His feet could no longer support the weight of his body, and he would probably die in such a cowardly way in a dark corner where no one knew about it, while the counterfeit outside would take the title of [Menashel] and live on.

What bad luck.

Perhaps the rumors were not completely fabricated. In a sense, his actions were no different from rebellion.

As his consciousness faded, the girl handing him bread and telling him about her extraordinary dream appeared before Minachel's eyes again.

At that time, was he attracted by the beautiful fantasy created by the girl, or was he attracted by the girl who yearned for beauty?

Probably both.

His heart gradually failed, strength was drained from his body bit by bit, and the countdown to his death began.

However, he was the one who harmed Altria after all, and the dream that was just a step away from the girl was completely destroyed by his [revenge].

[Are you really willing to die like this? ]

A line of text appeared in front of Menechel, who had long lost his eyesight.

How could he be willing to do this, Minashel thought, as he still had one last thing to do.

A picture appeared before his eyes: on a snowy field, a lonely king was trapped in a canyon.

He knew about this, having learned it from an intruder last time - Artoria led her army back to Camelot to save the city of Camelot from crisis, but was surrounded by the enemy from both sides.

But the news of being trapped in the snowfield is unheard of.

Is this really a person’s last fantasy before death?

As Menachere was thinking, another line of text suddenly appeared. His body functions were gradually recovering, and this real feeling made him sure that this was not an illusion based on his own desire.

He certainly didn't want to die so quietly.

[I can help you, but what can you give me?]

What a miracle it is to redeem a dying person. Menechel has completely lost the ability to think. He doesn't care what level of existence is talking to him.

Life, soul, money, anything I can give you, as long as it allows me to fight once more, as long as it can correct this mistake, as long as it can end this dispute, I can give you everything I have.

[You are now running out of energy, what life do you have left? Besides, money is of no use to me.]

[But I have to receive something... Please give me your once glorious history, as a mark engraved on the cornerstone of pan-human history.]

"Then, take it away..."

Perhaps, this country that was only supported briefly by force was already hopelessly sick, but this was also the homeland that Artoria desperately defended.

Since we have declined because of being the strongest, then let us become great again because of being the strongest!

……

Was attacked by surprise.

Altria, who had only come to provide support, accidentally came face to face with a large force of the enemy.

The huge disadvantage in numbers made Artoria give up the idea of ​​fighting - the war had already started throughout Camelot, and there was no need to waste Camelot's precious manpower for some reputation.

Even if the opponent is the Ezequiel Knight who killed Menechel.

She would kill him herself.

Altria was so sure of this—not only did she kill Menechel with a trick, but she also continued to destroy his reputation even after his death.

The so-called "Menchel", Artoria just killed one today.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, knowing that their side would soon be caught up if they simply competed in horsepower, Altria gritted her teeth and led the large army around into the Europa Mountains.

The gourd-like canyon can effectively hinder the advancement of large groups of enemies.

In this way, Altria can also buy some time for the knights under her command to escape.

I am very dissatisfied with this transition.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 97: Bright as the Sunset (624)

Heavy iron hooves, the army's charge, golden spears accompanying iron horses. Red blood watered the white snow, dyeing it red.

The trumpet sounded, low as dark clouds on a rainy day.

The snow was no longer clean as it once was, with the dead piled up randomly on top, layer upon layer. But more people were still tangled together.

An overwhelming situation.

Even a rookie could see that the outcome was not far away.

Ezequiel stood in the center of the army and looked around at the scene in the center of the battlefield.

"What an enviable king."

He made speeches recklessly, and even though all his elite soldiers had been killed, King Arthur did not give up the resistance. He knew that continuing to fight would lead to his death, but he still held on for the illusory reinforcements.

"It's a pity that our king doesn't have such magnanimity."

Ezequiel sighed deeply, and it was unclear whether he was regretting that his king was unworthy of his position or regretting King Arthur's unwise behavior.

Perhaps it was both. In Ezequiel's opinion, such a wise king should be the one to evacuate.

If Camelot had not been surrounded by enemies on all sides, Ezequiel thought, a mob like theirs would have been repelled long ago.

Finally, he waved his hand, and the additional troops rushed to the front line. Although he admired him, Ezequiel knew exactly what he should do at this moment.

On such a vast battlefield, the advantage of cavalry was infinitely magnified. The momentum of thousands of troops passing together was enough to scare countless enemies. But this time they had only one enemy, with fearless and proud emerald green pupils showing the demeanor of a king.

The snow began to fall heavily, and the cold wind like a blade bit across the knights' exposed skin.

A horse neighed, as if it couldn't stand the extremely cold weather. The rider was thrown out by the horse, which suddenly became frantic, and was trampled by the hooves of the following horses.

But soon, this situation spread around like a plague. Horses roared one after another, and the originally neat queue was immediately broken up by the frenzied horses.

"what happened!"

Ezequiel immediately shouted, but his voice was too weak in the chaos.

"Re-form!"

This time, Ezequiel used magic to allow his voice to travel further, but before he could calm the troops, his expression soon turned ugly.

The horse under Ezequiel also became manic for no reason. No matter how Ezequiel tried to comfort him, it would not calm down. It seemed that it was determined to throw Ezequiel off.

As the horses fell one after another, the knights on their horses were thrown off. Seeing this, Ezequiel immediately jumped off his horse.

It seemed as if the bizarre sight of a natural disaster had once again tipped the balance of war.

Such a familiar scene reminded Ezequiel of when he was still a little apprentice knight. He had seen such a scene at that time. The knight was like a natural disaster in war, and his existence was destined to victory.

The fear that once dominated him made Ezequiel's brain become chaotic. He had no time to think about why the "First Knight" who had been missing for a long time suddenly appeared here. Ezequiel only wanted to kill the enemy quickly.

"Charge on foot."

The ominous black demon gave the order to attack. Although there was no one behind him, the oppression emanating from the black knight's charge made Ezequiel unable to help but take a few steps back.

Ezequiel bit his tongue and tried to calm himself down.

Ezequiel's angry shout managed to restore some order to the almost loose queue.

And at this time, we must not sit and wait for death!

"Everyone dismount and charge on foot!"

"Are they really coming?" Altria murmured softly. She looked at the enemy who was charging again in the wind and snow, and raised the royal sword in her hand once again.

"The king doesn't need to take action here."

It was unclear which of the heavy footsteps and the dull voice came first, but in the next moment, the red lightning rolled up the falling snowflakes, wrapped around a figure and broke the momentum of the enemy's charge.

It was indeed smashed.

The charge that the knights were proud of was broken in the most violent way. Perhaps the enemies were powerless to turn the tide the moment they lost their horses.

As it landed, an exaggeratedly huge red knight sword swept across the front, and the strong wind brought by the blade blew away the falling snowflakes and the enemies blocking the front of the sword.

His body pressed against the thick snow, and he groaned wordlessly.

The flowing attack was stopped. At this time, the person in the middle of the battlefield finally showed up.

Saltisu Menechel.

There was no need to describe it in any form of language. The strongest knight seemed to come to the battlefield with innate pride. While the enemy was still in a daze, Menechel launched another charge.

The enemy's weapons seemed to be just decorations. No one could stand where the red sword passed before the charge launched by a single man.

"Organize a counterattack!"

Ezequiel let out a hoarse roar, and before he could figure out what was going on, he rushed forward first.

If we don't do something, we will all be killed!

Such a ridiculous idea came into Ezequiel's mind, but he did not find it funny at all. The 1,200 light cavalry he led might really be buried here.

He looked at the greatsword that was like the shadow cast by the god of death on the earth. Every time it was swung, it would bring up a lot of blood. His heart, which had become cold due to years of fighting, finally felt a little warm.

Sword, why do you hold the sword again?

Ezequiel had no time to think, he could only watch himself getting closer and closer to the big sword.

He drew out his knight's sword and swung it at the Scourge - it was not a weapon that a human should wield, Ezequiel was so sure that just getting close to it was enough to suffocate it.

The natural disaster in front of him was completely different from the one he had when he was holding the gun.

His body subconsciously leaned back. He wanted to block the enemy's charge first, and then -

The tactic ended here, and Ezequiel saw his lower body falling downwards.

Only then did he realize that his sword had failed to block the attack.

Having beheaded the enemy commander with one sword, Menechel waved the blood stains on the blade to prevent it from freezing in the cold weather.

"charge!"

Suddenly, Menechel roared to the empty space behind him, and the dragon tail hidden behind his black armor swung with a rustling sound.

He raised his sword to kill the enemy who was in front of him. Just as he was about to use his shoulder armor to block the spear, the sneak attacking enemy was cut down by the shining king's sword.

Menechel looked at Artoria who had caught up with him, and the corners of his mouth hidden under his mask curled up.

Artoria shook her head and reached out to pinch Menechel's face. The burning feeling was clearly imprinted on Artoria's palm even through a layer of gauntlet.