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

There was a flash of cold light, and only then did Menechel draw his knight's sword.

But the thin knight's rapier, even including the hilt, was not as thick as the dragon's claw. Accompanied by a puff of dust, the tiny figure in the air was pressed down by the dragon's claw.

The yellow dust stirred up by the giant dragon's landing blocked most of the vision, and the giant dragon snorted in displeasure.

Its claws were lifted up little by little, revealing the figure of Menechel who was pressed under its claws.

The terrible posture of negative distance left the dragon with no alternative but wrestling. It could be said that Menechel, who was almost hiding under its claws, became a blind spot for the dragon's breath.

But even in wrestling, Menechel was at a disadvantage - the pain made it impossible for the dragon to concentrate.

The purpose of deliberately luring the dragon's claw attack is to insert the sword into the dragon's claws - of course, if the dragon chooses to use dragon breath, the elves hiding in the dark will find a way to cover Menechel's retreat.

From the very beginning, the dragon fell into an ambush that had been set long ago.

Menechel had replayed the current situation countless times in his mind, and although he was a little breathless, he did not panic at all. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slowly rotated the blade to increase the size of the wound.

The blood dripped down the blade from the wound and onto Menachel's face. He felt a burning pain on his cheek, but he didn't care. He stuck out his tongue and licked off the blood.

The huge magic power belonging to the dragon in the dragon blood aggressively impacted Menechel's mouth, and a feeling of nausea came over him.

The upward trend of the dragon claw suddenly stagnated. Fortunately, the dragon did not exert force again despite the pain.

The dragon's magic power attacked Menechel's body wantonly, causing his eyes to turn red, but soon a wave of heat from the inside out dispersed the resistance of the magic power.

But Menechel didn't care, he curled his lips and smiled. Unfortunately, he was facing the sole of the dragon's foot and couldn't appreciate the surprise in the dragon's eyes.

The dragon's blood quickly burned Menechel's skin, and his face and arms were all covered in red blood. But these small wounds soon healed due to the excessive magic power in his body.

This process repeated over and over again, with the body constantly repeating the process of damage and repair. The steam on Menechel's body surface became thicker and thicker, and the stalemate between the two sides was finally broken.

Sensing that the dragon was running out of strength, Menechel took advantage of the dragon's unpreparedness and suddenly exerted force again, lifting the dragon's claw up a body height. The rapier in his hand slid, and more dragon blood immediately spilled from the dragon's claw.

As if to deliberately disgust the dragon, Menechel also took the time to break off a piece of dragon scale from the wound.

The sword made a crisp sound, and the makeshift weapon finally showed signs of breaking. Menachel raised his eyebrows, loosened the hilt, and held the dragon claw horizontally with both hands. Before the dragon's claw could strike, Menachel turned over and grabbed the claw.

But before Menechel could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his body tremble, and before he could stand still, he was suddenly thrown into the air by the giant dragon. When Menechel came to his senses, he saw a dragon's tail that covered the sky and the sun.

Menechel bit the dragon's scales with his teeth, freed his hands, and moved forward horizontally, taking a head-on blow from the dragon's tail in exchange for climbing onto the dragon's body again.

He suppressed the nausea and dizziness, closed his eyes and climbed up along the dragon's tail. He took out the dragon scale in his mouth and stabbed it hard into the dragon's back.

Don't think about getting rid of him easily this time!

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Note 1: Some versions say that dragons have a very fast recovery ability and some minor injuries can be recovered in just a moment, but other versions say that due to the long life of dragons, their tissues are damaged and recovery will be much slower.

So I took both here, after all, adults want both.

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Chapter 13 The dragon joins Minae in her growth

2023-07-29

Riding on the back of a dragon is not an easy task.

It is even more difficult to kill a dragon by riding on its back. After all, compared to dragons, human beings have limited physical strength, and if they are dragged into a protracted war, it will only be more and more disadvantageous to humans.

But Menechel is no ordinary man.

Minashel's miraculous physique that can quickly recover physical strength through magic power gives him unlimited possibilities.

And what could be the source of magic while riding on the dragon's back?

The answer is dragon's blood.

He was not used to eating raw meat, but although Menechel found blood a nauseating, it was not difficult for him to swallow. At a critical moment of life and death, he could not pay so much attention to things. Therefore, dragon blood filled with the dragon's violent magic became a good tonic for Menechel.

Whenever the dragon's wound was about to heal, Menechel would endure the dizziness and stab the wound with dragon scales to prevent the healing process.

It was for this reason that while Menechel's body was assimilated by the dragon's blood, the dragon also became weaker because Menechel's wounds continued to deepen.

But even so, the battle between man and dragon lasted for three days and three nights, until the rising sun of the fourth day when the giant dragon fell from the sky and finally rang the bell for the end of the battle.

Menechel could be said to have rolled off the dragon's back, and his legs were a little unfamiliar with walking because they had not touched the ground for a long time.

There were bloodstains all over his body, some from the dragon and some from himself - the scales on the dragon's back were angular, so it was inevitable that there would be some scratches.

He felt a bloating pain in his stomach - even though the magic in the blood was perfectly processed by his body, it did cause some bloating after drinking it. And now that he had relaxed, this bloating feeling made Menechel want to vomit immediately.

But even so, Menechel still managed to hold on and not fall down. He maintained the posture of a winner and looked down at the dragon for the first time. He weakly raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a hint of wild smile. The moment his eyes met the dragon's, his smile faded.

"Surprisingly...he's not dead yet."

Menechel's pride turned into fear, and he couldn't help but sigh at the dragon's tenacious vitality.

He flipped up the dragon's claws and found only half of his improved knight's sword from the bottom. Fortunately, it was not just the bare hilt left.

While watching for signs of the dragon's last breath, Menechel quickly cleaned the scales around a "dragon claw". When he had almost finished cleaning, he slowly peeled off the dragon claw.

Lifting the dragon claw that was half a man's height, Menechel limped to the dragon's head and stared into the dragon's gradually dimming eyes. He said, "Now please leave with honor."

——"Human, why are you attacking me? I didn't do anything."

The dragon did not speak, but Menechel heard the sound clearly. It was deafening, like the roar of a dragon.

"you--?"

Menechel's tone was a little hesitant, but his hands did not slow down at all. He raised his hand and pierced the dragon's neck with his claws.

The remaining blood in the dragon's body spurted out, and Menechel was splashed all over before he could dodge.

The sweet and fishy smell filled his nostrils, causing Menacher's urge to vomit, which he had finally calmed down, to come back again.

Menechel could clearly see the bright light in the dragon's eyes gradually dimming, and the strong magical fluctuations on its body quickly dissipated into the air.

The dragon didn't speak at all, because Menechel was sure that it was accumulating dragon breath in its mouth, waiting for Menechel to hesitate for a moment.

"Because you are my test, that's all."

Menechel jumped down from the dragon, hesitated for a moment, then climbed back on and pulled out the dragon claw that was inserted into the dragon's neck.

This was the last respect that Menechel gave to the dragon.

Accompanied by a rustling sound, one elf after another dressed in green emerged from the bushes.

Menechel looked around and fortunately did not find any elves with weapons - otherwise he might have stopped here.

"Thank you, Sir Knight."

This is the voice of an elf.

"Thank you, Sir Knight."

This was the voice of a group of elves. The voices were dense and dense, young and old, male and female. Menichel's heart was completely relieved. He was already very tired. After three days and three nights of high-intensity aerial battles, even if his body could hold on, his brain had reached its limit.

At this moment, Menachel relaxed, and the last taut string was loosened. His body softened and fell straight forward.

There is a peaceful atmosphere in my ears and all I smell is the fragrance of green grass.

……

When I opened my eyes again, the ceiling I saw was no longer unfamiliar.

Menechel stared at the familiar pattern for a while, then he slowly sat up after realizing what was happening.

The pain that had been squeezed for a long time rushed into Minechel's brain, but Minechel still tried to maintain an expressionless face because there was a second person here.

"you're awake?"

The voice of the guide elf sounded a little surprised.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Not long."

Compared to last time, Menechel was much more familiar. He stared at the elf in front of him without blinking, fearing that the other party would say something horrifying like "soon, just ten years".

"Well, less than a day."

The elf couldn't help but tell the truth when he stared at him.

Menechel breathed a sigh of relief, then he recalled his great feat of slaying the dragon. The expression on his face gradually became unbearable. He wanted to laugh out loud, but soon he began to twitch due to the pain coming from his whole body.

But even so, Menechel still refused to lie down. He looked at the elf in front of him and asked the question that concerned him most at the moment.

"I have helped, so I will leave Utopia next."

"Are you in such a hurry?" The elf had no intention of trying to persuade him to stay. He was stunned for a moment and then showed his usual clean smile: "But it is true. After all, you have completed all the homework that Merlin gave you."

Merlin...that guy?

Menechel looked at the elf in front of him in confusion.

The other party just smiled slyly: "We did encounter some troubles. It is not impossible for us to deal with the little dragon alone. However, Merlin asked me to leave everything I can do without intervention to you. Besides, why do you think it was such a coincidence that I met you at that time?"

Menechel immediately became expressionless, thinking that what Mr. Merlin had given the sword was not a fixed anchor point, but just a positioning magic.

"As compensation for deceiving you and as a reward for driving away the dragon. Please allow me to make you a set of weapons before leaving... After all, you are not fit to leave the mountain in any sense right now."

The elf added: "Use the body of the little dragon."

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Chapter 14: Lost after a long time? (Please read)

2023-07-29

Click, click.

The heavy object squeezed the soil, making a slight noise.

Every time he stepped on the ground, he left a dent in the dirt. A knight in red armor slowly walked out from the depths of the forest.

For today's mainstream knights who pursue flexibility and mobility, the Red Knight's armor is particularly different. The dragon armor, made mainly of dragon scales, perfectly inherits the weight of the dragon.

On his shoulder was a heavy sword. This dragon bone sword was much taller than the mainstream knight's sword in terms of width, length and thickness. Therefore, holding the sword was definitely not easy.

But the Red Knight lifted such a weapon with just one hand.

The person who came was Menechel. He finally walked out of his unchanging utopia, but he could only move forward at a slow pace after putting on this "super-heavy knight outfit" made by the elves, even though his physique had improved after bathing in dragon blood.

What's even more hateful is that the birth point was set in an unfamiliar forest. The dense tree canopy blocked most of the light, and only a small amount of light squeezed into the dim forest through the mottled leaves. However, this counter-effect of weak light made it even more difficult for Menichel, who was in the center of the forest, to distinguish the direction and time.

He thought that after leaving the utopia, he could ask someone for information and find out where Altria and Merlin were, but after wandering in this forest for so long, Menachel didn't even encounter an animal, let alone a person. This made Menachel doubt whether he had really left the utopia.

It is unknown how long it had been, but due to having been with the elves for too long, Menechel's sense of time had become slow. Without being able to see the sky, Menechel could not judge the time.

But the hunger in his stomach urged him to find a place to stay as soon as possible.

It seems that we need to speed up the progress.

With a light sigh, Menechel raised the greatsword on his shoulder and swung it at the tree trunk in front of him. In a flash of light and shadow, the air was stirred up by a rustling wind. Before the sword arrived, the wind and waves caused by the sword had already cut off the tree.

Isn’t this much better than the small iron sword given by Teacher Merlin?

Through the head armor, he looked approvingly at the greatsword in his hand that did not even have a scratch on it, and decisively swung out the second sword.

Partly to test his sword and partly in a hurry to get on with his journey, Menechel walked in a straight line in the complex woodland.

……

Lothian City.

King Gwyn felt a little uneasy.

Although it was a kingdom, King Gwyn only occupied four cities and had no more than 7,000 people under his command. When the new king of Camelot attacked and destroyed seven cities with a thunderous force, King Gwyn was ready to lead his people to surrender.

After all, Lothian has been an important and inseparable part of Camelot since the time of the previous king. Although Gwyn kept it for a while due to the gap in the throne, surrendering was not shameful overall.

However, the neighboring king of Carades came to persuade him to take advantage of the unstable foundation of the new king of Camelot to launch a rebellion, and claimed that he had gathered 5,700 knights from seven kingdoms, including the most famous "Hundred Knight King".

If we add the 500 knights under his command, that would be 6,200 men, so we could fight this battle.

But he quickly gave up the idea.

It was a quiet afternoon like any other. King Gwyn was waiting for King Calades' signal of rebellion as usual. He was thinking about whether to use knights to lead the charge or soldiers to block arrows on the battlefield. Suddenly, his messenger knight ran over in panic.