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

With this thought in mind, Minechel was knocked over. With only one arm to exert force, Minechel was ultimately unable to display the strength to pull down the dragon, and this time he was directly knocked over into the jungle behind him.

But soon the scratches on his body were completely healed by the green light driven by magic. However, the obvious fluctuations in magic power also made the dragon, who had always thought that he was in a fair one-on-one duel, discover the clues:

This blatant fluctuation of magic power, this extremely familiar insidious magic!

It let out a short, frustrated growl and charged straight in the direction of its old acquaintance.

Morgan, who had been hiding well, narrowed her eyes slightly, realizing that she had done something stupid. She shouldn't have exposed her whereabouts just for the convenience of being a tool and the pleasure of being a spectator. Obviously, she could have taken the dragon's blood with her hiding magic alone.

With a slight snort, Morgan realized that the situation was hopeless and immediately left Menechelle behind and disappeared into the forest.

The dragon naturally missed its target, and then naturally transferred its hatred to another human present.

But thanks to Morgan's unintentional support just now, Menichel has stood up again. Although his head is still a little swollen, at least he was not easily taken down by a dragon cub.

Looking at the giant dragon that was getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision, Menechel subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword with his movable hand, but he quickly remembered that the knight's sword had been broken, with only some iron pieces still sticking to the hilt.

The distance between the two sides was too close, and the whistling wind made Menachere's eyes dry. It was too late to pick up the sword on the ground. Menachere gritted his teeth, opened his chest, and made a hugging gesture.

Then he would take a gamble and see if his well-forged body could withstand the dragon's partially accelerated charge.

But soon Menechel discovered that the dragon in front of him had opened its mouth.

It was obvious that no matter how well-fortified his body was, it could not withstand the sharp teeth of the dragon. A huge shadow loomed in front of Menechel, and the soil was plowed away, taking Menechel with it into the dim mouth.

Menechel held a broken sword in one hand, using the remaining piece of iron to hold the dragon's fangs against the dragon's mouth, trying desperately to support the dragon's mouth. The broken sword, which had been reinforced by Merlin's magic power, wailed under the heavy burden.

I really can't hold on this time.

Sweat and blood flowed into Menechel's eyes, and the sour feeling made him close his eyes.

But there was no revolving lantern as mentioned in the legend.

Under the force of the dragon's bite, Menechel's body was bent little by little, until a certain moment, the bite force completely disappeared.

It was as if his body suddenly felt lighter, and the disappearance of the pressure gave Minashel a feeling as if he was about to fly.

The chaotic consciousness instantly returned to clarity, and there were bursts of pain in the eardrums, followed by an unbearable loud noise.

The brief deafness did not affect Menechel's condition. At this moment, the sole of one of his feet had been pierced by a dragon's tooth, and only one leg and one arm could move.

Physical strength is lost rapidly along with the blood.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Menechel made his choice immediately and stabbed his sword into his gums.

The weak flesh without the protection of dragon scales was easily pierced by the broken sword. Menechel flicked his wrist, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the broken end of the knight's sword. Menechel did not end the attack. He exerted force again, and the broken sword began to bend into an exaggerated bow shape. Fortunately, this last piece of iron had good elasticity, and the dragon fang was shaken a little, and under Menechel's intentional control, it fell to the outside.

Perhaps because of the pain, the dragon's mouth, which had been wide open, immediately closed, and the light dimmed again. Seeing that he could not escape, Menechel had to retract his legs again to avoid being cut in half.

The blood spurting out from the dragon's injured gums pushed the foreign object in the dragon's mouth to slide deeper. Upon noticing this change, Menechel's face immediately turned ugly.

He held down the huge dragon tooth with one hand and tried to move his legs forward, but his increasingly heavy body made Menechel increasingly powerless.

He immediately made up his mind and let the dragon blood hit him. With the impact force, Menechel gradually adjusted his position. When the time was right, he kicked his right foot which was stuck by the dragon's tooth. Although it was only the end of the dragon's tooth, it still pierced the soft flesh of the mouth very easily.

But after staying in the dragon's mouth for too long, the humid, smelly air made Menechel's brain even more dizzy.

If you want to escape, you probably only have one chance left.

As if in response to Menechel's expectations, the dragon, whose mouth was hit hard again, opened its mouth, but before Menechel could be happy, a burning sensation came from behind.

This feeling……

It’s dragon breath!

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 11: It seems to be a convention that you will see a strange ceiling when you wake up

2023-07-29

When I woke up, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Minashel hooked his fingers but found that it was difficult for him to even raise his hand.

"You're not dead?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Menichel was startled by his own hoarse voice, but at this moment, there was a creaking sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Menichel lowered his head and looked, but his low field of vision allowed him to only see the other person's body.

The whole body is green, which roughly fits the image of an elf, and judging by the physique, it is roughly a male.

He could probably guess that it was the elves who saved him from the dragon's jaws.

"You're so lucky to have survived the dragon's breath." This was a familiar voice, it was the "guide elf" from before.

"I might as well just die like this."

Minachell closed his eyes and turned his head away from the leaf that the other party was offering him. The "Guide Spirit" did not indulge him and stopped feeding him water. He just said slowly: "I don't want to save you, but you are probably the creature in Gensokyo that is most likely to defeat the young dragon at this stage."

But before Menachere could speak, the elf seemed to have remembered something and added in his clean voice: "Ah... except for that witch, she is not an easy person to get along with."

Menechel habitually noted this information, and then he noticed the elf's description of the dragon.

Just a cub?

A strong sense of unwillingness spread from his heart to his mouth, burning Menachel unbearably.

"Tsk, what can I use to fight that dragon now!"

He suddenly roared in anger, but perhaps the wound was agitated and Minasel couldn't help coughing violently.

"Don't get excited, drink some water first."

The elf took the opportunity to hand over the leaf again, and his innate vitality voice inexplicably reminded Menechel of Merlin.

But Merlin should be training with Altria now.

Perhaps it was just because he was very thirsty, Menachel finally sipped the liquid from the leaves this time. The sweet and refreshing feeling suppressed the burning sensation in Menachel's body.

"Just fight with the sword, it's easy, right?" The elf spoke slowly after seeing Menechel finish drinking. There was a rummaging sound beside him, and then the elf shook the familiar hilt of the sword, as if showing something. But because he was too close, Menechel couldn't see it completely: "I watched you fight with that guy, you just lacked a weapon that could break the dragon scales. Now I will do it myself, and the sword made with the dragon tooth you broke off will definitely be useful."

"But then again, your body is amazing. You only lost one leg after being pierced by a dragon's tooth. If it were a normal human from my impression, they would have been skewered."

This elf has the potential to be a chatterbox. Even if Menechel ignores him, he still keeps talking enthusiastically.

If Minachell heard such praise at other times, he might have been a little interested and said a few words to it, but at this moment, due to his disabled body, Minachell was completely hopeless.

He slowed down, feeling his body gradually calm down, and then Menechel interrupted the elf's endless speech.

"My current physical condition doesn't allow me to pick up a sword. I'm disabled."

With one hand and one leg broken, although Menechel was very confident in himself, he did not think he could become a "knight with one hand and one leg".

But it turns out that Minachell is just not confident enough, and can be described as having "inferiority complex".

The elf's voice was full of doubt. Even though Menechel couldn't see the other's face, he could imagine the other's expression at the moment.

"Disabled? What are you talking about?" Then the elf paused and his tone became teasing again: "Oh——? It turns out that you don't understand it yourself."

Understand? Understand what?

"See for yourself."

The elf didn't say much this time. He lifted the fur of an unknown animal covering Menechel's body, and Menechel subconsciously glanced down.

He was shirtless, and his lower body was almost naked, but fortunately he still had a piece of cloth to cover his private parts. The clean fabric told Minechel that someone had put it on him after the battle. Minechel felt uncomfortable when he thought about how someone had manipulated his body while he was unconscious.

The body was covered in burns, and there was almost no intact skin anywhere. There were even some burn marks on the chest and abdomen. The lower body was not very clear, but I thought it was roughly the same.

But none of these attracted Minechel's attention. What really concerned him was that his left hand was still there.

Although it was charred, Minashel had the impression that he should have cut off the carbonized part long ago, but the arm was still intact at this time.

Is this how I regenerate my broken limbs? Since even my severely injured hands can be like this, then my legs should be able to do the same.

He wanted to lift his legs, but his body did not respond to his brain's instructions.

"How is it? Amazing, isn't it?" Judging from the elf's tone, the other party seemed to be even more excited than himself: "We tried our best to get the dragon to open its mouth to cover your evacuation, but you vomited it and landed right at my feet. You looked like you were about to die, but your body actually repaired itself."

As if feeling unsatisfied by what he said, the elf was still muttering words like "incredible" to himself.

"Your body is simply made of magic. If I hadn't checked that you were indeed flesh and blood, I would have thought you were a familiar of some magician."

As long as it is not directly crushed, it can regenerate with magic power. Such a familiar is probably not something that ordinary people can afford.

Menechel curled the corners of his mouth. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Merlin's evaluation of his body - [It was like a container that only knew how to store magic power].

In the past, Menechel only knew that continuously storing magic power could increase physical strength, but he didn't expect that it was actually a "resurrection card."

Have I accidentally found a new use for my body?

"But don't get complacent too soon." The elf continued, "The magic power in your body is probably just this much. You can only rely on rest now."

"That's enough. Once I recover, I'll kill the dragon right away." Menechel was in a much better mood. He was now dreaming of turning the dragon into his own source of magic power.

"Okay, let me ask you in advance. You probably have no appetite for elves."

With such a physique, there is no guarantee that the opponent will have some evil thoughts and eat some creatures rich in magic power to recover.

"I have a strong resistance to human-eating creatures."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the elf smiled happily and turned away.

'It seems the dragon slayer has been found'

He thought that in order to kill the dragon, he told the human almost all the known information, but there was only one thing he did not say, for fear of undermining the human's confidence.

The magic of resurrection is a miracle that only appears in myths. How could it be possible to use only a trivial amount of magic power like "eat a few Asian dragons"?

"Familiar, familiar."

The elf muttered that if that guy was really a familiar of some existence, then after this incident, the magic power that constructed his body was probably almost consumed.

In other words, he probably doesn't have many years to live.

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 12 Where is my huge magic power? (Please read it later)

2023-07-29

The recovery period was much longer than Menachere had expected.

I don’t know why all the elves Menechel met were vegetarians. Even though they could recover by eating a few more fantasy species, they were asked to rest.

Of course, this only happened when Menichel was recovering. When he regained his mobility, he tried to hunt again. After the experience of almost losing his life in the last challenge to the dragon, Menichel was very cautious this time and only picked the monsters that he thought were weaker.

Thanks to my increasingly proficient "farmer's swordsmanship", the hunting trips these times were very smooth, and I could just treat it as a rehabilitation exercise.

When he felt that there was nothing wrong with his body, Menachel suddenly realized that he had been here for a year without realizing it. Although this was a long time for a short-lived person like Menachel, it was only a short time for an elf.

Therefore, when Menichel found the "guide elf" and asked for guidance, the other party was surprised at how quickly Menichel recovered, and advised Menichel to rest for a while.

In the words of the other party, "revenge is not urgent overnight." But Menechel has been recuperating for more than 300 days. He always remembers that his purpose is to assist Altria instead of killing a young dragon. Including the time he spent wandering in Utopia before the [First Dragon Slaying War], Menechel has been out of the team for nearly four years.

Out of concern for Artoria, Menechel repeatedly emphasized that he was able to go into battle, and the "guide elf" finally played a role again and accurately located the dragon's position.

However, Menechel already knew that these elves wanted to use him to drive away the dragon, so he was not too surprised by this.

When he saw the dragon he had been thinking about day and night again, it was still sleeping in the same position as last time. The familiar scene made Menechel lick his dry lips, and only then did he realize how fast his heart was beating.

Psychological shadows are real.

Minashel was guessing, and he walked forward carelessly without deliberately concealing his footsteps. This time, just when he was ten meters in front of the dragon, the dragon's head that was bowed down suddenly raised up.

The figure of Menachere is reflected in the vertical pupil.

The dragon obviously remembered Menechel, and it opened its mouth wide and launched a powerful dragon breath attack. At a very close distance, Menechel could clearly see the missing teeth in the dragon's mouth. (Note 1)

As early as when the opponent was gathering strength, Menichel had already retreated to the side and rear. In order to ensure his body coordination, Menichel did not even draw his sword.

While running, Menasheel counted silently. When the scorching breath came again, he exerted force with his feet and leaped up with the heat wave of the dragon's breath explosion.

In the final analysis, as long as one avoids the straight line of the dragon's breath, the explosive damage of this attack can even be ignored. As long as Menechel is not as careless as last time, the dragon's breath that requires charging power will hardly hit him.

But before Menechel fell from the sky, a shadow once again enveloped Menechel.

Although the dragon's breath was highly charged, it did not seem to release the stiffness debuff. The dragon had already flapped its wings and approached Menechel.

This time the dragon did not use its mouth. It stretched out its claws and slapped Menechel's body. Menechel had nowhere to gain support in the air and of course had no way to avoid it. As the claws fell, Menechel could even observe the delicate dragon scale patterns on the claws.