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

Possesses the miraculous ability to isolate oneself from all harm.

The fact that it still works at this point also happens to prove Saber's survival.

The black mud like a disaster swept over, wrapping the black figure. Without time to think about anything, Menachel picked up Kiritsugu Emiya and Solau in each hand and fled further away.

He had no ability to act alone and could not protect Soraw from such a large-scale corrosive impact.

And at this moment, Menachel felt a movement in his hand - Kiritsugu Emiya woke up at the most inopportune time.

The man glanced at the unfamiliar scenery around him and was obviously confused.

"Don't move even if you wake up, or I'll throw you down."

Menichel had no time to care about the feelings of a grown man. If she hadn't been eager to know what had happened, she would have thrown away this enemy long ago.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu was unusually honest and didn't even ask such a question. He looked up at the roaring black waterfall behind him and lowered his head again.

On the other side, Solaw looked at the slowly approaching black torrent, and panic also appeared in his eyes.

"Do you want to use the Command Spell?"

Menachere did not answer either verbally or in the causal line, as if he was thinking about something.

"How far are we from this?"

After a long time, Solau heard Menechel speak again, as if hesitating about something.

"Maybe... eh?"

The second half of Solaw's unspoken sentence turned into an exclamation, and Menachel suddenly changed his route and rushed straight out of the gate of Ryudo Temple.

The black mud that had been chasing all the way dissipated in an instant like the tide, leaving only a black creature that looked extremely terrifying standing in the shadow at the entrance of the temple, as if it was locked at the other end by some invisible door, stopping its endless pursuit.

As expected, he has not yet completely freed himself from the constraints of the Dongmu Spiritual Vein.

Minashel secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was thinking about how to use this advantage to prevent the situation from getting worse when a sense of crisis quietly came over him.

Subconsciously raising his arm, Emiya Kiritsugu, who had just looked autistic, was immediately lifted up with Menachere's action. The originally unchanging scenery of the earth instantly rose up, and finally froze on the raised dark purple sword.

Donated blood falls.

But it was not Emiya Kiritsugu's blood.

Menechel clicked his tongue in displeasure, and looked at Emiya Kiritsugu who was thrown to the ground with ferocious eyes: "I forgot that you are immortal now, and you should have been blocking it just now."

The resistance just now was too hasty, so Minachel didn't have time to think whether the hand he raised was the one holding Solau. When he saw clearly that the person he was protecting was Minachel, he realized that his support just now was completely unnecessary.

Black malice eroded Menechel's forearm bit by bit along the wound, and the wound was also stained with a layer of black because of the malice in the air.

"I didn't expect to find you in Einzbern, but met you here instead, Saber."

Looking at the knight in front of him who exuded a dignified aura, Minachel recognized his identity at a glance through the black head armor he had never seen before.

After taking a quick glance behind him and confirming that "it" did not come out, Menachel confidently summoned out his spear and protected Emiya Kiritsugu and Solau behind him.

In the setting of Type-Moon, the old bug (Makiri) is the carrier of the Demon Pillar Barbatos, but it only appeared in the FGO line.

Although it is a singularity, even those who have not played the FGO game can understand it (roughly). It is closer to the setting of HF than the game.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 138 The Unsolvable Final Refrain (Additional Chapter 56)

Several rounds of tentative attacks were forced to fail by fierce counterattacks.

Menachel did not dare to be careless at all. While paying attention to the situation in Ryudo Temple behind him, he carefully used his body to separate Black Saber from the two people behind him.

Seeing the black light flashing on the sword again, Menichel had to give up his plan of roaming warfare again. He swept his spear across, using the shaft of the spear to resist the hilt of the sword, and once again transformed into the [Charge] form.

The pointed tip of the spear blocked the sword, and then a dark purple beam of magic light shot up into the sky and flew straight past Menechel's face.

Ignoring the burning pain on his face, he once again covered his body with dusk-colored magic power, and narrowly avoided entering the [Defense] state before Black Saber's kick landed on him. Black Saber's kick not only failed to kill Minacher, but also forced him to take a few steps back.

But even though he managed to minimize the damage by performing a series of high-frequency form changes, the magic power consumed still made Menachel a little breathless. However, Saber, whose magic power consumption should have far exceeded his, was fine.

——Is this guy’s magic power infinite?

Even Menachel couldn't help but have such a thought. He turned his head slightly to look at Solau. She was still safe for the time being as she stayed beside the scabbard host.

But if this continues, failure is inevitable.

He had tried several times before, but even in her current state, Altria was still a unit with the [Camelot] attribute, and he was unable to release the Noble Phantasm.

The protracted battle that Menechel was so proud of had become a barrier that he could not cross. After a brief moment of daze, Black Saber once again raised the black king sword in her hand, and the dark magic power flowed freely on the sword.

His eyes only flashed for a moment, and Menechel immediately made up his mind. He took off his white light armor, and the dusk-colored magic power on his body flowed for the third time. At the same time, he squeezed out the remaining magic power and stabbed Altria's throat with a shot with the idea of ​​heroic death.

The bright silver tip of the spear collided with the dark purple blade. In the battle between pure magic and magic, the disordered malice emanating from the sword kept hitting Menechel's body, wandering around in an attempt to assimilate him.

In the clash of strength, the shot that completely abandoned defense broke through Black Saber's defense for the first time after a brief stalemate. Even after being weakened, the magic power that was still offensive tore Black Saber's head armor to pieces.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the charge, Menechel leaned down with his hands stretched forward, and before Artoria could stand firmly, he grabbed her shoulders with his hands.

This almost suicidal way of locking the enemy was beyond Artoria's expectations. She was caught off guard and was easily pinned down. When she came to her senses, she raised her head and her golden eyes like vertical pupils met Menechel's eyes, but those eyes were not looking at her at this moment.

Artoria tried to exert some strength, but found that her shoulders were restricted and she could not lift her arms normally.

But that's it.

The elbow was bent, and the sword blade drew an arc, leaving a line of blood from Menechel's upper arm to the front of his forearm, but Menechel seemed not to feel the pain and even pressed his arm down a little more. The sword blade was stuck in Menechel's muscles and could not move.

Altria, whose movements were completely restricted, sneered. Her beautiful eyes curved, but there was only coldness in them: "How long can you hold on like this?"

"I don't care about that anymore. Anyway, I win now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Altria's face froze, and her expression quickly darkened. Menechel only felt the pain in his arm suddenly intensify, and black gas was emitting from his wound.

The half-exposed sword also showed ominous black magic, which restricted the sword and began to disintegrate when the King Sword accumulated magic. Altria could clearly feel the hand that was holding one of her shoulders begin to tremble.

She raised her head with a hint of pride, only to be met with a head that was gradually getting bigger in front of her.

Does this scene seem familiar?

The Black Knight's eyes were confused, but before she could pick up her memories from the broken fragments, her forehead suddenly hurt.

Headbutt.

Menechel hit her forehead with his own, and blood flowed from the junction of their heads, turning into particles and disappearing before hitting the ground.

This is the only effective means of attack that can be performed by the party with height advantage in this position.

The intense pain caused the magic power that Altria had accumulated to suddenly stagnate, and the magic power that had been ready to be released quickly dissipated due to loss of control.

Artoria's face became expressionless again because of Menechel's collision. She used her sharp eyes to accumulate magic power once again, while guarding against another sneak attack from Menechel.

But this time, Menichel did not make any move. He did not even glance over. He only saw the other party looking forward, as if he was looking at something:

"After watching for so long, isn't it time to take action?"

"What a cheap trick. The other Servants have already..."

Before Altria could finish her words, she felt a numbness in the back of her head, followed by a massive pain.

The enormous force made Menechel take half a step back and he almost lost his position. Fortunately, as the party directly affected by the force, Artoria was even weaker than Menechel. Her body was shaking and she was about to fall. She only avoided falling to the ground because of Menechel's hand.

Menechel looked at the innocent-looking purple-haired Servant who was using a large shield that was almost half his height to attack Altria. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the Servant holding the shield suddenly shout loudly:

"Mr. Menachere, back off!"

Minachell felt a palpitation as if his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to take a step back, but his arms were faster than his actions. The arms that had been tightly clinging to Black Saber's shoulders suddenly exploded. Flesh and blood dripped onto the ground and turned into black mud. Affected by the explosion, Minachell could not help but step back a few steps. He glanced at his empty left arm - this arm had been often injured since he had been with him.

Menechel looked gloomily at Artoria in front of him, who seemed to be burning with a layer of magic. The other party raised her head slightly, and her eyes showed a look of contempt as if they could speak.

Minashel held the gun in his right hand, guarding against the opponent's next attack.

There is still one stroke left in the Command Seal, but it is almost impossible to create an opportunity like the one just now.

He only had one arm left, so it was impossible for him to escape from here with Kiritsugu Emiya and Solau in each hand like he did before.

and so--

"Hey, Shield Soldier." He didn't know what the job of this newly appeared Servant was, so he just called him by his weapon. He lowered his voice and said, "Now is not the time for internal strife. You should know this, right?"

"Huh? Yes!"

"So do me a favor and take the two of them out of here. I'll help you hold this guy."

At the same time in the causal line, Minachell also said to Soraw.

[If you reach a safe base or if she has ill intentions towards you, use the Command Spell to summon me over.]

If he was still alive at that time -

Taking a few steps forward, Menechel held his spear horizontally to block the line of sight between Saber and the newly appeared Servant.

There are not many chapters left in this volume. It's basically entering the countdown.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 139: Unsolvable Final Variations (66)

From the half-destroyed exterior of the building, one can barely tell that it was once an apartment building.

Compared to other buildings that have become dilapidated due to reckless fighting, this one is considered to be relatively well preserved.

After following an unknown servant through many twists and turns, Soraw finally found a place to stay, but he met an unexpected character at the opponent's base.

Waver also looked in astonishment at Soraw who had just come running over and Emiya Kiritsugu who looked autistic.

"You? Did Rider survive as well?" Solau asked subconsciously, but she immediately found the answer from Waver's face, which suddenly darkened.

Just as Menechel had predicted, their ally Rider would never see them again.

The last stroke of the Command Seal on the hand lit up with a fluorescent red light, and the excessive magic power distorted the surrounding space as if it was burning. The patterns of the Command Seal also gradually dimmed, and finally the three holy marks on the back of the hand that were intricately entangled like wool finally slowly faded away with the disappearance of the last stroke.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

After counting to three seconds silently but still not seeing Lancer's figure, Solau's heart tightened. Just when she almost thought that Lancer had left, the magic power that had gradually calmed down began to surge again, and then a black shadow fell to the ground from top to bottom.

There was no grace at all, and he was thrown to the ground casually like a sack, but from the only arm left, one could barely tell that it was Lancer himself.

"It's just in time, Solaw." Seeing that Solaw was about to come over, the embarrassed man lying on the ground finally stopped panting and said in a half-joking tone: "If you were a second later, I would have died."

"But……"

Solau looked Minashel up and down in disbelief. This horrible figure covered in black mud and blood didn't look like he could survive.

"Don't worry about it, just wait for me to rest."

Although these wounds looked extremely scary, none of them were truly fatal. As long as there was a sufficient supply of magic power, Menachel could even fight Black Saber again in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, Sorawu doesn't have much magic power left.

"Well, let me help too."

The person who made the sound was the orange-haired girl who had been ignored by Solaw. Being looked at by everyone present, the girl scratched her face in embarrassment and said as if to explain: "My costume has a certain healing ability, although the effect is not very great."

Menechel glanced at Soraw, who was safe and sound, and then glanced at the three bright red Command Seals in the orange-haired girl's hand.

After a moment's silence, he nodded hesitantly.

Compared to Minachell's hesitation, the orange-haired girl was much more decisive. She walked a few steps closer and half-crouched beside Minachell. Before she could make a move, Minachell had already reminded her: "Don't touch the black stuff on my body. Although I don't know what it is, it is a deadly poison to humans."

However, in fact, these things also have an impact on spirits.

"Don't worry, Menechel, believe me." The orange-haired girl's pure white dress glowed with a faint fluorescent green. The magic power gathered in her palms and transmitted into the body of the servant lying on the ground. Menechel's frown relaxed, and the violent emotions that had been suppressed for a long time also calmed down.

Menechel looked at the girl in front of him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Before he could figure out how to ask this suddenly appearing pair, a servant holding a shield suddenly jumped out: "Senior, this is a communication from Chaldea."

Chaldea?

Minachell turned his eyes slightly and saw the same confusion on Soraw and Waver's faces.

I silently memorized this term that I had never heard of before.

"Mashu, please answer the call."

The purple-haired shield user immediately fiddled with his shield.

It was another name that she had never heard of before. The knowledge fed back by the Holy Grail did not contain any information about the individual "Mash".

A golden light suddenly flashed on the shield, and then the golden light continued to extend upward around the complex patterns on the shield, and turned into a human face under Minashel's vigilant gaze.