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

Minesher thought that with Kenneth's personality, he would most likely ignore the constraints of such rules and start the first battle recklessly. But no matter how Kenneth followed the rules, Minesher had no interest in it.

Although he was not afraid of fighting, Menechel still felt a little depressed as he had to fight again after less than a day's rest.

"I haven't rested for long."

Minachell thought so and gave Kenneth some information:

[I don't intend to fight her in the first battle. The opponent is King Arthur who killed me once before.]

Kenneth frowned as he listened to Lancer's report.

He only sensed the powerful magical reaction of the Servant through the position he had just set up, but he did not expect that the first Servant who appeared would be so troublesome.

As a fantasy product sublimated from various legends and achievements, the strength of the Heroic Spirit is not a simple accumulation of numbers. The Noble Phantasms sublimated from deeds and reputation are also the main factors that determine the strength of the Servant.

King Arthur, no matter which version of the legend, is the only one who defeated and killed Menechel. It is very likely that he has solidified some special attack attributes because of this. If Lancer were to face such an enemy at this time, even if he wins, all his cards would be exposed.

If we are the first enemy in the battle, the loss will outweigh the gain.

While Kayneth was hesitating, he sensed that the enemy Servant's magical reaction suddenly increased to a higher level. This was a blatant provocation.

Veins popped out on Kenneth's forehead as he gave orders to Menechel.

"Prepare to meet the enemy"

Kenneth thought clearly that while Lancer could recognize King Arthur by his face, King Arthur only needed to meet him once to recognize Lancer's real name. If the other party used this to exchange information with other participants or directly disclose the information, then for Menechel, who had to stand in the open, there was no point in hiding the information.

Kenneth has always disdained to do unnecessary things, not to mention that Kenneth will never forget what his biggest trump card is.

"What you need to do is to hold back the enemy's Servant."

Kenneth did not intend to save this group of enemies for last.

Receiving two consecutive combat orders from Kenneth refreshed Minechel's perception of Kenneth's bellicosity - but Minechel knew that this was not the best time to express his objection. With a complete three-stroke Command Spell in his hand, Kenneth had enough room to force him to obey orders.

We must induce Kenneth to use the Command Spell as soon as possible.

Minechel thought about it, and jumped down from the roof of the Hyatt Hotel, releasing his magic power wantonly around him.

……

If it weren't for Kiritsugu Emiya's order to be carried out absolutely, Artoria would not have wanted to provoke in this crowded place.

If the other party was an anti-hero who didn't care about human life - even though Emiya Kiritsugu explained that Lancer might have been a knight when he was alive, Altria still had considerable doubts about her Master's words.

If a fighting breaks out here, the ordinary people present will undoubtedly be the biggest victims.

This went against her chivalry.

Beside the girl, Irisviel clenched her fists and placed them flat on her chest, and she looked at Altria with eyes full of guilt.

"Saber, I'm very sorry, but Kiritsugu must prioritize eliminating the Lancer team no matter what."

This afternoon, Irisviel had just landed in Toki City by plane when she heard Kiritsugu say that he was suspected by a Servant who looked like Lancer. Fortunately, he had found out where Master Lancer was staying in Toki and needed her and Saber's help.

Altria looked at Irisviel, and the anger in her heart subsided a little. She shook her head gently and said half comfortingly and half seriously: "It's okay, Irisviel. It's an honor for me to fight with knights from different times."

A powerful and overflowing magical reaction forcibly interfered with Altria's original wavelength, and then moved at a high speed towards the distant river.

This means to shift the battlefield.

Altria breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the other party was a good and sensible servant.

There should be another update in the afternoon. I was planning to post them together, but I'm too sleepy.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 103: It's just for fun, nothing else, it's boring if you take it too seriously

In such a disorderly melee of seven people, it is often unwise to be the first to provoke a fight.

There is no doubt that the two people who are first exposed to the spotlight will become the priority targets of attack by those hiding in the dark.

Standing on top of a lamp post in an abandoned warehouse, Minasel silently watched a car approaching the battlefield he had chosen. Just one glance made it seem as if the expensive sports car was parked sideways in the middle of the warehouse's open space in an extremely rough manner.

This place is not far from the hotel where Kenneth is staying. As long as Kenneth dares to climb to the top floor, he can see the scene here at a glance.

As soon as the blonde girl got out of the car, her fitted black suit turned into light armor in a layer of light, but the weapon in her hand was obscured by a layer of twisted wind blades, making it impossible to see her true appearance.

Not being able to judge the type and length of a weapon is fatal in hand-to-hand combat, but unfortunately, Menechel, who had been pierced through the heart by the holy sword, knew the length of the sword very well.

"Lady with white hair, aren't you going to use magic to seal off the venue?"

Although the warehouse has been abandoned, there is no telling whether passers-by will be attracted by the sounds of fighting.

"Eh?" Irisviel was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was talking to her. She said as if a little embarrassed, "I haven't mastered that level of barrier yet."

But unlike Irisviel, when Altria heard the voice, that little part of her head stood up in alert. She hesitantly turned her gaze to the lamppost, but due to her limited vision, she could only see half of the other person's body.

On the other side, Menechel, feeling Altria's gaze, revealed a satisfied smile on his face.

"I see. It's all because of Merlin that I misjudged the level of the magician."

The only magician he had dealt with in his lifetime besides Merlin was Morgan, and these two were very good at performing silencing magic.

Menechel revealed his information nonchalantly. He jumped down from the lamppost, and his body turned into spirit particles in an instant. He then reassembled into a human form right in front of Altria, but his lazy casual clothes revealed a sense of laziness.

After perfectly executing the cool appearance he had thought of several times in his mind, Menachel stretched out a hand and said to the girl in front of him, "Long time no see, Altria."

“Me… Lin.” Irisviel looked at Altria who was standing in front of her. Since she mentioned this name, she must be a character from the same era as Saber: “Saber, is he a Knight of the Round Table?”

Without waiting for Altria to respond, Irisviel had already denied her guess. The other party was calling Saber by her name. She boldly guessed that since even King Arthur was a woman, why couldn't the white-haired man opposite be Queen Morgan?

But before Irisviel could find more evidence to support her guess, Altria's next sentence shattered her fantasy.

"No, he was a knight who had left Camelot before the Knights of the Round Table were formed." King Arthur tried desperately to suppress some inexplicable emotions, and his hand holding the sword kept shaking. She finally turned her gaze to the...enemy in front of her: "Long time no see, Menechel, but I'm sorry to see you here."

Is this the punishment she deserves - once again facing off against her old friend under the pressure of a long-cherished wish?

Looking at Artoria who was in an attacking posture with a heavy face, Menechel didn't care at all. The gun blade took shape in his palm, and after a deft performance of the gun flower, he pointed the gun tip at Artoria.

The next moment, Menechel's casual clothes were instantly covered with a layer of silver armor, and the silver-white tip of his gun flashed with a cold light. He raised his chin at Altria.

The next moment, there was a clanging sound between the spear and the sword. Knowing that he was at a disadvantage in strength, Menechel did not indulge in the wrestling. His spear touched the edge of the invisible sword and slid downwards.

The red electric arc flowed along the palm to the tip of the gun. After losing control, the extremely unstable electric arc collided with the wind blade wrapped around the king's sword. A dull roar exploded from the junction of the gun and the sword.

The scattered air currents brought up the surrounding dust. Minashel, who was well prepared, used his right foot to stabilize his body and fired another shot towards the center of the dust.

The second tentative shot naturally missed. Using her natural height advantage, Altria let Menechel's gun pass through her hair, and she herself seemed to be completely unaffected by the wind and sand and had penetrated the blind spot of the gun.

Menechel lowered his head, and his eyes met the golden sword raised by Altria.

Menechel put one hand in front of his body to protect himself, and a layer of dusk-colored light instantly enveloped his entire body.

"Defense Status"

The wind blade on the king's sword easily tore through the armor made of magic, but the upward blade was caught by the stronger arm behind the armor.

The blow that could have easily cut off the limb was greatly hindered at the moment of penetrating the arm, and finally penetrated into Menechel's left arm in an extremely embarrassing way.

Finally, I caught you.

Thinking of this, the spear in Menechel's hand changed flexibly and stabbed straight at Artoria, but Artoria dodged by leaning back to the side as if she had predicted it, and once again missed Menechel's spear, which he changed from a stab to a chop.

The first confrontation came to a temporary end. Menechel adjusted his position and once again kept a safe distance from Altria. His left arm hung limply by his side, and the invisible sword that was stuck in his muscle finally revealed its true appearance after leaving its owner.

The tragic sight of half of the sword being embedded in the arm seemed a little creepy. At the cost of losing one's own arm, he only took away the enemy's weapon. This seemed to be a loss, but Menechel couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Due to the special nature of the Noble Phantasm, Menechel was unable to use his most powerful killer move against Artoria, but Artoria had no such limitations, which led to Menechel's lack of ability to fight back.

Therefore, Menichel had to launch an attack in an unconventional way at the beginning of the battle.

Holding the spear under his armpit, Menechel freed his right hand to pull out the holy sword that was stuck in his left arm - fortunately, this thing did not have the strange property that "only the chosen king can pull it out".

"Come on." Menechel held the golden holy sword in one hand and stuck the blade into the soil. Then he picked up the spear again and pointed the tip of the spear at Altria: "The second round of the battle is just about to begin."

The offensive rounds changed. At this time, Minasel no longer had to worry about the injury on his arm, so naturally he no longer needed excess durability.

The dusk halo flowed again.

"Charge State"

Tiny arcs of magical power circulated around him, but before Menechel charged, his body suddenly stiffened.

A feeling of panic came from deep within my spiritual base.

——His summoner, Kenneth, was attacked by an unknown person.

The condition is not good, let me take it easy, Lemonhead will not die for the time being, we must dampen his enthusiasm, otherwise it will be easy to get into trouble

ps: After midnight is called morning, and after twelve o'clock is called afternoon, understand?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 104: Night of Strategy

It was like a concert, the climax only played three or five syllables, and then the whole audience was silent. The mood just became excited, and immediately became quiet. This kind of neither up nor down mood is more unbearable than simple depression.

The tactic of surprise can only succeed once.

Even so, Menichel, whose desire to fight had just been aroused, had to force himself to calm down again. Although he had no feelings for Kenneth, he was the anchor of his survival in this world and was someone who had to be rescued.

"Let's end the battle tonight."

His body gradually turned into blue magic particles. Minachel took one last glance at Altria, who seemed to want to say something, and completely disappeared into the night.

Kenneth's position was not far from the battlefield, on the top of the construction building next to the abandoned warehouse. With his agility temporarily enhanced to A-level, Minashel reached the opponent's side in a few jumps.

At this moment, Kenneth was lying on the ground like a dead object, without any trace of his usual arrogance. The blood that overflowed from the five bullet holes in his lower abdomen emitted a strange sweet and fishy smell in the air, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood was so faint that it was almost negligible.

The three brightly colored Command Seals on the back of his hand showed no signs of fading, and his breath, though faint, still existed, indicating that Kenneth would not die so soon.

The strange magical fluctuations on his body maintained Kenneth's last bit of life, but that was the only effect of Kenneth's magic. Without even time to react, Kenneth was knocked down instantly - it was obvious that Kenneth was ambushed as soon as he went out.

But how dare he go out alone without his servant by his side?

Without having time to analyze the source of Kenneth's strange courage, Minashel carried Kenneth's body and quickly left.

Unfortunately, he was not a Servant who was good at healing, and now he could only hope that Kenneth's fiancée knew some healing magic.

Shortly after Minachell left with Kenneth on his back, Kiritsugu Emiya popped his head out from his hiding place on another building. After repeatedly confirming with the aiming realm that the master and servant had left, he was completely relieved.

[Emiya Kiritsugu, you are making some small movements, right?]

Ignoring the boring questions from his useless Servant, Emiya Kiritsugu began to dismantle the sniper rifle. Kayneth was most likely not dead, and he could not feel at ease unless he hit his vitals directly against a magus of that level.

There probably won’t be such a good opportunity next time.

Emiya Kiritsugu was quite disappointed. Before he could fire his sixth shot, the enemy Servant had already arrived, and Saber, whose weapon was taken away, could not even block it.

The object who knew his Master identity was not eliminated immediately, but instead exposed his combat methods to other contestants.

Emiya Kiritsugu was not so naive as to think that he was the only one watching this battle. Perhaps at this moment, the masters who were collecting information with the help of their familiars were already laughing in some corner.

……

Solau left the window open for Menechel as if he had been prepared.

This may sound strange, but it also avoids the embarrassing situation of Minashel forcing his way into the hotel lobby with a seriously injured man in his arms.

Solau glanced at the completely unconscious Kenneth, and with a smile, he came to Menachere's injured left arm, with a bright green light in his hand: "Thank you for your hard work, Lancer."

Granulation tissue immediately appeared on the torn wound, and the pain was gradually replaced by a tingling sensation.

As if for more detailed treatment, Solau inadvertently leaned towards Minechel, but Minechel, who had already squeezed in from the window, seemed to be very worried about Kenneth's health. He nimbly turned around to avoid Solau's body and placed Kenneth on the window.

"Ms. Solaw, please treat your husband first."

Menechel moved his arm, which had improved a little, and stepped back. The smile on Solau's face froze, but she caught a glimpse of the three-stroke Command Seal on Kenneth's hand out of the corner of her eye.

"Please leave it to me, Lancer. You can rest first."

The implication was that Menechel could leave first, but Menechel nodded at Solau as if he didn't understand, and retreated to the wall and stood leaning against it.

The dusk-colored halo on his body lit up for the third time, and the accumulated pain and fatigue surged up like a tide at this moment.

But Minachel still looked at Solau, who was healing her fiancé with green light, with a calm expression. This woman was quite troublesome.

He could not forget the gray and dead silence in Solaw's eyes when he responded to the call just now, which was the deepest sorrow that only a person who had no hope in life could have, and the flash of light in the other's eyes when he saw him.

Of course, Menichel knew the other party's intentions, but the other party's mind was like that of a person who was about to drown. No matter who appeared at this time, they would place their hopes on him. He just happened to appear at this time.

Thinking of this, Minashel couldn't help but look a few more times at Kenneth who was still unconscious on the bed. The soft green light that he was bathing in was quite eye-catching.