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

If Menechel had not seen the shallow wound with his own eyes, he would never have believed that he had caused it.

The defenseless attack seemed to have lost its effect on Lancer. No, each of his attacks should have been defenseless, and the damage was definitely transmitted to Red Lancer. The shallow wounds on his body that had not yet recovered were the best proof. But more damage seemed to be transferred by Red Lancer in an unknown way.

Transfer, that was the only word that Minachell could think of.

It was not just one strike, in fact, in the previous fights, 78 times the gunshots hit the opponent, no matter how hard they hit, but none of these attacks achieved the desired effect. Arteries were cut and eyebrows were pierced.

It should have been like this, but these fatal injuries only stayed on his skin.

Witnessing this strange sight, Menechel pulled away a little and glanced at him with a look that seemed to freeze his enemy. There seemed to be a flicker of light in his eyes.

"Saber! What are you doing? Destroy him quickly!"

He heard Gold's voice in his ears. He laughed at Gold's ignorance and ignored the fool.

"It seems that I underestimated you." Menechel's smile gradually faded as he spoke. The electric arcs wrapped around his body again. Menechel breathed deeply, madly absorbing the magic power from Gold and the surrounding air. His momentum climbed up at an even faster speed than before. The dull red sword body gradually brightened, and the dim and dirty blood light filled the entire sword body.

The obvious strange magic power in Saber made Red Lancer subconsciously tighten the gun in his hand - it was obvious that Saber was preparing to use her full strength at this moment.

But Lancer did not take any corresponding action, instead he completely dispersed the flames wrapped around him.

"Saber of the Black side, tonight's battle ends here." Red Lancer turned his back to the slowly rising sun. As if to show that he no longer wanted to fight, he lowered the tip of his spear that had been pointed at Menachere. The sun shone on his pale face, adding a bit of sacred charm to him: "The sky will soon be bright."

Menechel looked up at the brightening sky. The sunlight shone on his hideous armor, casting a shadow on him.

"That's what you think."

A strange feeling came over him, and Lancer subconsciously raised his gun. He stopped the action just halfway through. Red magic power fluttered up on both sides of Lancer's armor, wrapping around his body.

The barrier of flames was torn apart the next moment, and a sonic boom of the air being torn apart was heard in the ears. A heavy sword entangled with red thunder slashed down from top to bottom, and the flames pushed Lancer's body to climb into the sky, but he was a step slow after all. Large pieces of blood mist exploded from Hong's right shoulder, and lightning quickly spread to Lancer's body, causing Lancer to be delayed for a moment.

The flames that protected his body gushed out, blocking Menechel's next move. He took a few steps back and raised his chin to look at the red Lancer floating in the air: "But I think this is the perfect time for me to defeat you."

It would be almost impossible to create such an opportunity to severely injure Red Lancer the next time they meet. His own Noble Phantasm had been exposed, so he had to keep this person no matter what.

His aura was still rising, and the dark sword in his hand gradually became warmer, with raging arcs of electricity bursting out from it from time to time.

Facing Menechel's fighting spirit, Red Lancer closed his eyes.

"Since it is your request..."

The blazing magic washed over the land, leaving traces that were too scattered and disordered, without a fixed direction. The damage was not caused by the malice of destroying something, but proved that it was just the aftermath of the accumulated attack. The aftermath alone distorted the surrounding air and evaporated every drop of water.

Facing the Red Lancer's accumulated strength, Menechel smiled and raised the greatsword in his hand. The excitement in his eyes made his pupils bright.

That's right, this is the moment he has been waiting for, to defeat and crush the powerful opponent and feel the pleasure of victory. The stronger the opponent, the more necessary it is to kill him!

With both hands on the hilt of the sword at the same time, the majestic magic power impacted the deterrence from the Red Lancer from bottom to top, as if to swing the entire earth, Menechel's whole body was shaking due to the force.

The raging thunder and the blazing flames, two completely different beams of light replaced the rising sun and swept towards the sky that had not yet fully lit up in a more violent way.

The momentum reached its peak at some point.

The long spear thrown from above and the heavy sword swung from below were getting closer and closer.

"That's it!"

The excitement on Menechel's face came to an abrupt end. Red magic power flickered around him for a moment, and then he was shocked and angry to find that the red magic power that he had been able to control with ease suddenly dissipated uncontrollably around him.

Not only him, Red Lancer also encountered the same situation, and he couldn't even maintain the magic power to keep flying.

"you!"

Menechel raised his head, his blood-red pupils extremely contracted and elongated, and his slender eyes like vertical pupils looked at the blonde woman who had just spoken. Undisguised murderous intent oppressed this person from all directions.

Facing Menechel's intimidation, Ruler stared at him without the slightest fear. He supported the flagpole with one hand and stood in the sunlight. "What you did just now violated the confidentiality of the Holy Grail War and will implicate innocent people."

Lancer had no extra emotions. He nodded to Ruler. Lancer, who didn't want to fight in the daytime, stopped fighting. His body began to become transparent. Before he completely transformed into a spirit, Lancer took a deep look at Minachell:

"I'll come find you."

Watching Lancer leave, Menechel said nothing and made no extra movements. He also dismantled his own armor, leaving only the heavy sword in his hand. Menechel had no expression on his face. His fighting enthusiasm was disturbed, and he turned the direction of the blade and took an attacking stance towards Ruler.

Jianmi's mental age is about 19 years old. Just like when he was alive, he would act according to his own preferences regardless of the consequences.

Thanks to DK Whale Fall and Zero II for their rewards

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 150 Don’t choose Xiao Shi because of trivial matters

His feet made a slight sound when they stepped on the mud. As if sending a signal, a murderous aura spread out from Menachere to the surrounding areas. The smile that had never disappeared even when he was fighting with Red Lancer at its most intense moment disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Gold, who got out of the SUV after seeing Lancer leave, was horrified when he saw this. He didn't even have time to close the door and dragged his heavy body while running, shouting:

"Stop it, Saber! Are you crazy?"

Hearing Gold's voice, Menechel's mouth curled down, and he tentatively raised his sword-holding arm slightly. Ruler bent his body as if facing a great enemy.

Gold hurried to Minechel's side, stretched out his hand to grab Saber's right arm, but he failed to move it despite the sudden force. He smiled awkwardly at Ruler and pulled hard again, and this time he was almost pulled over.

The ground that had become loose due to the battle between Menchel and Red Lancer was not enough to support Gold's feet. He slipped and almost fell to the ground. In a panic, he leaned on Menchel to keep his center of gravity.

Menechel's brows twitched, and he closed his eyes, which had been locked on Ruler, trying to ignore Gold. However, his Master seemed to be in a panic and tried to leave Menechel's body too hastily. The more he struggled, the more confused he became. He kept pushing on Menechel's body for a long time and couldn't stand firmly.

Unable to bear it any longer, Menechel released the sword in his hand. He grabbed Gold's shoulders with both hands, pulled him up from the ground, turned him around to face Ruler, and then put him back on the ground.

Gold finally landed safely with his head down. His whole face was burning and his originally vigorous shouting became hesitant.

The tense atmosphere was interrupted by Gold, and the momentum disappeared. Minechel vaguely realized that it was meaningless for him to attack Ruler. Following the opportunity given by Gold, Minechel did not attack again, but just stood behind Gold and stared at Ruler.

Gold, who was standing in front of him, was extremely ashamed and angry because of his mistake just now. He kicked the soft ground under his feet in anger, blaming all his mistakes on the soil.

"The Red Team is really too arrogant. They actually dared to openly attack the Supervisor. In order to prevent you from suffering this unnecessary trouble again, I suggest that you come to our base."

But the result was undoubtedly Ruler's rejection. Perhaps because of the funny scene in which he almost fell before, Gold didn't even have the courage to persuade him again and turned around and prepared to leave to preserve his last dignity.

However, Menechel, who was standing behind Gold, took a step forward. Gold, noticing something was wrong, immediately turned around and grabbed his servant who was about to do something stupid.

"Saber, what else are you going to do!?"

"Isn't he unwilling to go back with you? I'll help you tie her back - and chop her a few times by the way."

Although he knew that Saber's attack was more for venting her anger, Gold couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He forced himself to suppress the smile on his face, and the anger that had accumulated because Saber failed to defeat Lancer suddenly diminished a little.

"After attacking Ruler, do you want to be controlled by her power again?" Minashel was convinced. The feeling of having her body out of control was really uncomfortable, but she still couldn't stop feeling dissatisfied with Ruler's forced interference.

He walked into the car while complaining to Gold: "There is obviously something wrong with her. With the advantage I gained, I could at least force Lancer's Master to use the Command Spell - it's obviously biased. What if she still favors me next time? I can't really let her lead me around, right?"

Gold was also aroused by Minechelle's snitch-like remarks, and he was dissatisfied with Ruler. He thought of everything that had just happened - especially that the other party had witnessed his embarrassment with his own eyes, and his anger was instantly transferred to Ruler.

Red Lancer is obviously the powerful fighting force of the Red Team. If he can be annihilated at the beginning of the battle, Gold will definitely be valued and appreciated by the family and the clan leader.

"This time it was Danik who asked us to take Ruler back. If she dares to steal our victory in this way next time, I will use the Command Spell to help you fight Ruler."

"I didn't expect you to be so sensible, Gold. I thought that not using the Command Spells recklessly was the best you could do."

It was clearly a compliment of this level, but with the help of Menechel's slightly smiling tone, it inexplicably gave Gold some confidence. This time, the corners of his mouth finally curled up, and he crossed his arms with a little pride.

Seeing Menicher sitting in the driver's seat, he subconsciously moved to the passenger seat out of anger. When Gold fastened his seat belt in a daze and wanted to say something, he turned around and looked at Menicher who was about to change gears, and his head exploded.

His own embarrassment and Ruler's favoritism and corruption became unimportant the moment the off-road vehicle leaped forward. His soul seemed to be thrown out of his body in an instant, desperately chasing after the body in front of him.

His open mouth was instantly filled with wind, and Gold had no choice but to raise the window and cover his mouth. However, the wind from the right window still stirred Gold's five senses, and the dizziness made him lose the desire to speak.

He turned to look at Saber's hair that was messed up by the wind, but he didn't dare to distract Saber by closing the window.

Staring at the car window, Gold felt regretful:

He will definitely weld the windows of this car shut when he gets back!

……

The deep and magnetic voice of prayer surrounded the church where only one person was. Suddenly, the voice of prayer stopped. A few drops of sunlight poured into the dim church through the window behind the statue. The white-haired priest closed the prayer book in his hand.

The blue particles gathered into a human silhouette in the corner where the sunlight could not reach.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lancer. You look like you've run into some trouble." The priest looked at the man who had walked out of the shadows. His gentle gaze lingered on the wound on his right shoulder for a moment before returning to the statue. "Ruler couldn't solve it?"

"Unfortunately, I encountered Saber from the black side."

"Don't worry. Being able to force you into this state must be the black side's trump card. You should go back and recuperate first."

"Black Saber's sword seems to be able to ignore defense." Red Lancer did not leave, and continued to disclose the information he knew.

"Is it possible to ignore defense... [Saber]?"

For the first time, the priest's tone was hesitant, but it was only for a moment, which was keenly caught by Red Lancer. However, he had no intention of investigating further, and his figure quickly disappeared in the church.

After a long while, a figure appeared behind the priest again, holding his neck, and a lazy female voice sounded: "What's wrong, did you meet someone you know?"

The priest broke free from his restraints, turned around and faced the woman, with a bitter smile on his face that always had a gentle smile on it: "Well, if I'm not mistaken."

"Oh? Is he some great swordsman?"

"No, not a swordsman." The priest shook his head. He seemed to recall something and suddenly sighed.

"It's the First Knight."

I'm too sleepy. I'll leave it like this for now.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 151 Gold: After spending a day together, Minai has intensified my mental exhaustion

The car speed dropped unconsciously, but Gold's blood pressure rose little by little. He stared blankly at the trees that had just moved away from the window, feeling that this place was a little too familiar.

"Hey, Saber, haven't we been here before?"

"Believe me, absolutely not."

Although the tone was very certain, the eyes that were almost glued to the window to watch the road and the slow speed of the car that was almost no different from walking all revealed the truth of the matter.

It was just that the familiar that Caster used to lead the way was damaged in the battle, but unexpectedly Saber couldn't even find the way back. By the time Gold realized that things were not simple, it was too late.

What a joke! It turns out that the number one knight leading troops into battle can also get lost!

"You must be driving the same route over and over again! At the speed you were driving just now, you would have driven all the way to Tuliface in a whole day!"

"Hmm, it looks like I was hit by Caster's magic. When?"

Gold's brows twitched, and he took several deep breaths to calm his blood pressure. He didn't understand how a swordsman with magic resistance A could have the nerve to blame everything on magic.

Is there really anyone who would follow this guy in a rebellion?

The fear of Saber in his heart inexplicably lessened a little. He patted Saber's shoulder, and when Menachel came over, he fastened his seat belt and said, "You, get down and let me drive."

This time, Minechel was extremely obedient. After parking the car, he got out of the driver's seat and quickly flipped to the back seat. He then reached out and lifted Gold from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, and considerately fastened his seat belt for him.

After doing all this, Minechel patted Gold on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"You guy..."

Gold lowered his head and gritted his teeth, but he could do nothing. He quickly adjusted the seat and restarted the car. He put his hands on the steering wheel and stared at the layers of trees in front of him. His eyes gradually changed from sharp to confused.

"Where is this place?"

"Hey, Gold, are you lost? I really can't leave the car to you."

"Shut up! You know best why this happened!"

The voice coming from behind made Gold furious, and he loudly criticized Saber for taking the blame.

Gold could never have imagined that Saber could make him get lost in Tulifath, where he had lived for half his life.

Looking at the dots of light filtering through the branches of the dense forest, Gold determined that it was already getting late.

Gold punched the speaker and looked back at Minechel:

"Damn you Saber, because of you, my great general will be killed here without accomplishing any goal."

The false feeling of fullness caused by motion sickness had now disappeared because he had not moved for too long. After driving for a while, the hunger in his stomach and the identical environment around him made Gold choose to pull over.

Continuing to move forward will only lead you further and further astray.

Gold could feel the rapid consumption of fat in his body. Even when he was still young and determined to lose weight in order to please the girl he loved, he had never tried to go without a meal for a day.

He did not have the energy to think about how to accuse Saber. He could only stare at Saber to express his dissatisfaction. He sadly recalled the ardent hope that Danic had placed in him. He did not know whether Eugene Domireya could defeat the lackeys of the Magic Association after losing his pillar.

"Uncle Gold."

In a trance, Gold even heard the voice of Fiore, a younger member of the same clan.

"Uncle Gold, where are you now!"