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

Menechel turned his gaze back indifferently, giving Gold a good viewing experience again. Although he didn't care much, he suddenly thought of Gawain and Kai. These two people should be adaptable to the sword level, and he didn't know if they could meet.

While I was thinking, a different scene finally appeared on the originally quiet street. Two figures appeared in the shaking camera, small and blurry, and even their gender was difficult to distinguish.

Minachell looked at Caster with disdain. He couldn't see Caster's expression through the mask. He only heard Caster cough lightly as if to cover up and explain, "Red Saber is very alert. I will bring the puppet closer when she fights."

Menechel was somewhat overwhelmed by Caster's sudden sincerity. He nodded and quickly turned to the screen.

But soon, Minechel no longer had the leisure to pay attention to whether Caster was embarrassed. As Caster zoomed in, Minechel's eyes widened. He looked at the familiar face that was suddenly enlarged to the size of the entire screen in disbelief, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

——Altria?

After blinking and looking at the screen a few more times, Minashel quickly denied his previous guess.

Although her facial features are almost identical, Altria never shows such an arrogant expression.

Thinking of this, Menechel's expression did not improve but became even uglier.

Menechel's abnormality did not attract the attention of the people around her. They all cast their eyes on Red Saber who quickly entered combat status until Red Saber was wrapped in a layer of heavy red and white armor.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on Menechel, staring at the knight's armor on him, which was almost identical to the red Saber in the picture except for the model. Among the crowd, Gold's gaze was the most intense. He had observed Menechel's sword for a long time yesterday, so he was sure that even the appearance of the swords of the two Sabres were somewhat similar.

Facing everyone's gaze, Menachere shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, if I'm not mistaken, it should be Mordred. Of course, I'm not sure. After all, the last time I saw her, she was not even half my age."

His spiritual state was still in his youth, and his memory of Mordred was only vague and unreal, like a dream. But it was almost the same, and that wild fighting style, abandoning all the fancy sword techniques for pure killing skills, was quite his style.

"So putting aside your real name, Saber, what are your chances of winning against Red Saber?"

"There is absolutely no possibility of failure." Red lightning flowed out from Menechel's armor. This extravagant behavior made Gold's face turn pale, but Menechel ignored Gold. He looked at Lancer who had just asked the question, his eyes showing his eagerness to try: "I'm going to go out for a while."

He planned to meet his future disciple to see how much swordsmanship she had learned.

"You can't wait to fight?" Lancer chuckled. He ignored Menechelle's words and shook his head. "This is not the best choice. If you rush over now, you will find nothing but puppets all over the floor."

"There will be no puppets either, they will disintegrate automatically." Caster added at the right time.

"But I'm not in a position to stop you from going out. I just hope you can bring Ruler back when you go out. She's now on the outskirts of Tuliface."

"Looking for...looking for someone..." The confident smile on Minachell's face froze, and his eyes dodged around: "But if I go there now, I will probably get nothing."

"Caster will find the Ruler for you." Danic took over Lancer's words and walked to Gold's side. "As for the means of transportation, Gold, the modern machinery prepared by Yugdomirea is left to you to choose."

Gold glanced at Menechel. His Servant didn't seem to show any impatience because of the agreement with him yesterday. This made Gold breathe a sigh of relief. He straightened his chest and gladly accepted Danic's proposal.

But soon, Gold regretted his decision.

When he saw Saber's eyes glowing as she stared at a motorcycle, he vaguely realized that something was wrong.

So Gold immediately stepped onto the back seat with her belly sticking out. She pretended to try sitting for a few times and then rejected it with a look of dissatisfaction: "It's a pity that this car is too small. If we bring Ruler with us, it will definitely not fit. And according to Caster's image, it seems that she is a girl."

It is indeed not appropriate for women to sit in the back seat. Minachell thought about it but still said bluntly: "What? You want to go with us?"

Hearing Minechel's disgusted words, Gold clenched his fists in anger, but before he could explode, he saw Minechel had already turned his eyes away from the motorcycle.

Gold breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was the spokesperson for Ugdomirea's connection with modern technology, he really couldn't ride a motorcycle.

"Then use this."

Gold looked at the car that Minechel was pointing at and nodded in agreement - he could drive this thing.

"Then get in the car."

Menechel opened the door of the driver's seat and got in without hesitation. He lowered the window according to the knowledge passed on by the Holy Grail in his mind, leaned out his head to look at Gold and urged: "Hurry up."

"You, are you going to open it?"

"Be proud, you are the first person to ride in my car."

Gold was still a little hesitant. Although he had not been learning for a long time, he was more willing to trust himself and his coach than to an ancient man.

"Do you know?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm a knight! You know what a knight is? It's got riding skills."

Gold remembered Saber's panel, and it seemed that she really had such an ability. He gritted his teeth, believed the Holy Grail's judgment, and got into the back seat of the car.

My body has not fully recovered yet, so I can't update too frequently.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 148: Is there really someone who starts with a Noble Phantasm?

"Saber! There are continuous turns ahead!"

Gold held the seat belt tightly with both hands and shouted at the top of his lungs to remind the person driving right in front of him.

"Don't worry, Gold, trust my riding skills."

Only the other party's reply without even turning his head made Gold believe that he had indeed made a sound. The ups and downs of the arc made Gold feel that he was about to be shaken apart. For the first time, he felt that the quality of the car was too good.

Why hasn't it fallen apart yet!

Just as such a humble thought arose, a feeling of weightlessness that went straight to the brain followed. The car hit the ground and Gold was caught off guard and hit the roof of the car.

With the sound of "ding", Gold saw his driving instructor smiling gently in a trance, asking himself whether he understood why the column of Saber's riding skills could not be displayed.

It was unclear which one landed first, the body or the soul. Gold didn't have any chance to buffer. The inertia caused by the sudden brake pressed Gold's entire face against the back of the sofa.

Menechel turned his body and looked at Gold with a slight smile. He raised his chin slightly, but the excitement in his tone did not diminish at all: "How is it? Exciting, right?"

Gold, who was already on the verge of the source, was suddenly pulled back to reality by this voice. He was about to get out of the car, but he was tightly entangled by the seat belt. He could only watch the evil knight put his hands on the steering wheel again. Anxiously, Gold immediately spoke:

"Handy... gu... keep the plate!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the nausea that he had been holding back almost made Gold vomit.

"I'm not driving now." Minashel just turned off the car lights and didn't show any intention of continuing to drive.

Seeing that Menechel had no intention of continuing to play Speed ​​​​with Gold, Gold finally slumped down in his seat with relief, frowning to calm the churning in his stomach.

He leaned his head out from between the seats and looked out the window in front of him. The originally broad view was cast into a shadow, and through the little light he could make out that it was a tree with lush branches and leaves.

It looked like it had hit a tree.

Gold should have been sad that his newly bought car had encountered such a thing, but at this moment, Gold did feel a little relieved.

"You were driving so fast, did you hit a tree? I told you I should have been driving..."

Gold was interrupted halfway through his words. Minechel adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror as if he was trying to observe something.

"Don't talk, Gold, our target is here."

Gold couldn't understand it. He also looked at the rearview mirror and saw a truck slowly approaching along the country road.

"You mean Ruler is in this car?" Gold saw Minachell nod, unbuckled his seat belt and reached out to grab the car door: "Why don't you stop that car quickly?"

"If you don't want to die, don't leave my side now." Menachel's voice was no longer relaxed. He glanced at Gold with a cold gaze: "Besides us, there are other Servants around."

The man's hand froze on the handlebars and he ultimately did not open the door. He watched the truck getting closer and closer, and finally bypassing their position. When the truck passed by, Gold climbed on the window, waiting eagerly for the rear of the truck.

"Don't you claim to be invincible? Are you afraid to move just because there are other Servants around?"

He was so angry that he cursed his servant, and Gold responded with a sneer.

"Afraid? I'm not afraid." Menichel looked at Gold and said, "So, don't even think about commanding me to do anything, you idiot who has never been on a battlefield."

Being called an idiot by the Servant, Gold was shocked and angry. He looked at Saber, but was surprised to find out from the corner of his eye that Ruler had jumped off the truck.

Looking at Gold's confused expression, Minachell raised his chin and showed a sarcastic smile.

He could already feel the undisguised magical fluctuations of the servant around him, let alone Ruler as a supervisor. In order to avoid hurting passers-by, getting off the car was the best option.

Next, whether it is to invite Ruler like them, or to attempt to eliminate the Supervisor, that Servant will take action here.

Sure enough, the next moment, a crimson halo dyed the black plain red, and a Servant who looked like a walking sun appeared beside Ruler. The exaggeratedly large spear in the man's hand clearly revealed his job.

Red Lancer.

Fortunately, I met a good opponent at the beginning.

Menechel sat back in his chair, his hands resting on his head. He noticed the unusual noise behind him. Knowing that Gold was about to say something stupid again, Menechel spoke first to interrupt Gold:

"Just watch. Red Lancer is obviously not here to negotiate. I will come out to end the fight when both he and Ruler are defeated. You should learn the tactics of war."

The expected battle scene did not happen yet. Ruler and Red Lancer remained in a stalemate and quarreled from time to time. Due to the distance, Minachel could not hear the specific content of the conversation.

At a certain moment, both sides' eyes turned to the same direction, which was the direction where Minachell was.

The plan failed.

Opening the door of the driver's seat, before setting off, Minechel looked down at Gold, who was gloating with his head down.

The red lightning moved across Menechel's body, giving the already shiny armor a strange sheen.

The red magic power gathered into the shape of a sword at his hand, and Menachere, carrying the heavy sword in one hand, walked slowly to the side of Red Lancer.

The blazing sun and the wandering lightning snakes pressed against each other in the air, and they were indeed not giving in. They had no advantage in momentum, which made Minachell feel amused. With his signature provocative smile, he looked up and down at the expressionless but slightly defensive Red Lancer.

"Although it's not appropriate for me to ask, there aren't many Servants like you on the Red Side, right?"

"I'm sorry, Black Saber, but I haven't met any of my other companions, and there may be some who are better than you."

The voice was calm, but the words combined with the indifferent face formed the most effective taunt.

A flash of blood appeared in Menechel's pupils, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, finally revealing a malicious grin.

“You are speaking the truth—” Menichel raised his sword, exerted force with his arm, and the sword quickly scraped a shadow in the air: “—How dare you say that!”

The violent lightning snake smashed into the gun body that was crossing over. At the moment when the wide gun body collided with the sword blade, Minashel raised his left hand and grasped the hilt with both hands at the same time.

The sword blade, which was originally moving at a fast speed, accelerated again and slashed towards the spear with a roar.

The Red Lancer was obviously confused by this unexpected change, but he calmly adjusted the gun and resisted the secondary force of the sword.

The expected fierce struggle did not come. Red Lancer only felt his hand lighten and his gun missed the target.

Surprise and confusion, followed by the stabbing pain in the body.

The heavy sword drew a bloody arc, cutting the Red Lancer's shoulder all the way to his lower abdomen, and large amounts of blood gushed out from the wound.

He looked up and saw mockery in Saber's eyes.

The red Lancer staggered back a few steps, then quickly steadied himself, a hint of contemplation appearing on his expressionless face.

He frowned and looked at the sword in Menchel's hand, but Menchel didn't care at all. He loosened his left hand, shook off the blood on the sword with one hand, raised his eyes to look at the deep wound on Red Lancer's body, and showed a disgusted expression: "I didn't control the strength well, it didn't break into two pieces."

Details about Jianmi's skills have been updated.

Jianmi's first kill was blocked by the damage reduction effect of the Sun Wheel Armor. Except for Xiao Taiyang, other servants will die unexpectedly due to insufficient information when they meet for the first time. This is the lucky attribute.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 149 A Promise That Does Not Need to Be Fulfilled

Compared to the luxurious attribute panel, Menechel's Noble Phantasm appears much more plain and simple, with no magic power requirements and charge restrictions. It is a skill to defeat the enemy purely for the purpose of hand-to-hand combat - it simply deprives it of the concept of defense.

When Red Lancer chose to fight Menechel hand-to-hand without knowing anything about him, his injury was already inevitable. Perhaps no matter how alert Red Lancer was, he could not imagine that someone would use a Noble Phantasm at the beginning of a battle.

Even though he was on guard after being hit by the first sword, the huge wound that almost tore half of his body apart and the blood that flowed from the wound constantly weakened the Red Lancer's condition, depriving him of strength, making him increasingly powerless in the following battles.

But even though he was clearly at a disadvantage, Red Lancer still did not show any sign of panic.

On the contrary, Minashel failed to achieve any effective results after several violent attacks.

——In that case!

The mine snakes generated by the magic power that had been entangled on Minechel's body suddenly disappeared, and the raging sparks lost their obstruction and instantly spread around Minechel.

With a bright red light in his eyes, Menechel, who had lost the protection of magic, did not retreat but advanced. Facing the flames, he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and smashed the red Lancer on the head with a powerful sword.

The front, the sides, and even the way to retreat were blocked. In contrast, Menasheel also did not have any means of defense left.

With nowhere to hide and knowing that defense was useless, Red Lancer bent his arms, and little flames rose from around Red Lancer, dancing around the tip of the gun. The surging flames seemed to convey the danger of the battlefield with heat.

——The gun tore through the atmosphere, and the roaring flames bit towards Menchel. Facing Lancer's fierce attack, Menchel did not dodge or evade, and even took the initiative to straighten his chest just to ensure that Red Lancer could not escape from his sword.

The flames gushed out, but when they touched Menechel, they were stuck in a barrier and dissipated powerlessly in all directions. Both sides took a few steps backwards amid the explosion of sparks and smoke.

The attacks from both sides hit almost at the same time, but the fatal attacks did not leave any obvious scars on Red Lancer and Black Saber, especially Saber, who had almost no scars on her body except for slightly damaged armor.

Menchel looked at the thin blood lines on Red Lancer's face. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a malicious smile, but his inadvertently frowned, revealing his true emotions at the moment.

"The wound is so shallow."

He adjusted his position step by step, the initial carelessness had disappeared, and his dark red eyes stared at Lancer.