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

This doesn't seem to be an illusion!

Gold perked up instantly. He looked at his wrist, and the ceremonial dress he was wearing conveyed the image of Fiore.

When Fiore saw Gold looking at her, she immediately retracted her head so that her face would not take up the entire screen.

"Uncle Gold, where have you been? You haven't come back for a whole day of picking up Ruler. Uncle Danic is very worried about you now."

"Well, um, we encountered some troubles." Gold's eyes were evasive. He was embarrassed to say that he was led astray by Saber in Tulipas. So he avoided the question and said, "We encountered the Red Lancer. Although we repelled him, we were attacked by an unknown magician. Of course, I also repelled him. I chased him all the way, and when I reacted, I was already trapped in the depths of the forest."

Perhaps because the information contained in Gold's words was too complicated, Fiore fell silent for a moment and did not speak. After a long time, an awkward but polite smile appeared on her face: "In short, Uncle Gold, you are fine now, but you can't find the way back, right?"

What do you mean it’s okay! How can it be okay for Gold to not have a meal?

"Yes, please tell the clan leader to rest assured for now. I will rush back to the base immediately."

Gold didn't say he was hungry, but just looked at Fiore. The girl who received Gold's request for help could only bite the bullet and say, "Uncle Gold, where are you now? I'll ask Archer to pick you up."

"That's embarrassing... I'm in the woods, here uh..." Gold said politely, but his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings trying to find a landmark building, but there was nothing around except trees.

The smile on Gold's face gradually froze, and his laughter became intermittent.

"Uncle Gold?"

The girl in the picture called out several times in succession. Gold raised his head and the light in his eyes gradually faded: "I'm here..."

"I'm... I'm under a cloud that looks like an elephant."

Finally, Menechel couldn't stand it anymore. Perhaps it was the last bit of guilt as the culprit, so he conveyed his intentions to Gold through the causal line.

"I'm going to make some noise later, tell Archer to keep an eye on it."

……

Closed the door of the cheap rental house.

The creaking sound immediately startled Lingxia, the sixth director who was sitting in the living room. The green-haired woman immediately turned her head to look outside the door. The familiar figure made her feel a little relieved.

"I have dealt with all the magicians around me."

"Thanks a lot."

Sixth Director Lingxia bowed slightly to the silver-haired girl and expressed her apologies. It was because of her incompetence that even a simple task like buying groceries had to be handed over to Assassin.

Assassin shook his head slightly, causing his hair to sway slightly.

"That's nothing compared to the help you provided me."

"No, no - if you hadn't come to save me, Assassin, you wouldn't have been restricted in every way. I know that a big shot like you shouldn't be restricted by someone like me."

If she didn't have a real wish to entrust her to the Holy Grail, she would definitely not involve Liu Dao Lingxia, who was just an ordinary person.

Assassin looked at the Master he had picked up. She frowned thoughtfully but did not rush to refute. She placed the purchased food on the table.

But before she could make any extra moves, a red and black beam of light suddenly rose into the sky outside the window.

Assassin stopped moving his hands, turned to the window, and opened it hesitantly, but it was already dark outside the window, with only the setting sun that had not yet completely set providing the last bit of light.

At this moment, another beam of light suddenly appeared. If the distance was not very close, Assassin would never be able to sense this degree of change in magic power.

Assassin narrowed his eyes slightly, and an inexplicable sense of déjà vu came over him.

Although it is impossible to be sure, it is necessary to take a peek.

Thinking of this, Assassin turned around and looked at the green-haired woman who was taking out the food one by one.

"Master, I need to go out for a while. You should hide first and don't go anywhere."

There are quite a lot of daily interactions in this volume. If you don't like it, please let me know and I can delete some of it.

I'm working on a paper these days, so the updates are not stable

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 152 You Can Give It a Try

It was already evening when Archer arrived. Archer dropped from the sky with his ponytail swinging and a shy, gentle smile:

"Sorry, sorry, the trees in this forest are too dense and I didn't notice you for a moment."

“No, this is all because of Saber.” Gold made a rare management assessment. He kicked the fire that had just gone out at his feet and said with gritted teeth: “What he said about making some noise was just using his magic power to chop down trees. It’s not your fault that you didn’t notice it, Archer.”

Although Menechel realized that he was partly responsible for being lured and lost by the "Mysterious Magician", but putting aside the facts, did Gold really have no responsibility at all - after all, it was Gold who drove the last section of the road.

Thinking of this, Menechel poked Goldknife with his arm and retorted with an unhappy look:

"Don't be picky. I can do it. My fighting style is quite simple."

Menechel shook his hair that was a little frizzy due to the electric arc. He watched Archer sit in the driver's seat. This time he did not fight for it but sat directly in the back seat.

"Or you can use the Command Seal." He deliberately lowered his voice and imitated Gold's voice and said: "[Saber, drive me back to the castle of Eugene Domireia in the name of the Command Seal], and then we went back in a flash."

"Don't even think about it! I would never give such an order even if I die here!" Gold said it in a decisive tone. It was unclear whether he was insisting that he would not waste the Command Spells on such boring trivialities, or expressing his determination to never ride in a Menachere car again.

"It won't hurt to try. Anyway, one stroke of your Command Seal is enough to deal with Ruler."

"Saber, I hope you remember that the Command Spell is not omnipotent. Even the Holy Grail needs to consider whether it can accomplish something like what you propose."

"That's too much. What's the point of keeping a Holy Grail that can't even grant wishes of this magnitude?"

Archer sat in the front seat, listening to the bickering between Gold and Menechel with a smile on his face. But before he could start the car, the lighted headlights dispelled the shadows in front of him, and a figure stood proudly in the gap between the trees.

"who!"

The sudden figure disappeared in a flash. Archer shouted angrily, and before he could get out of the car, a hand stretched out from the back seat pushed him back into his seat.

Archer was pushed back by Minachell before he could even put up a fight. He looked at Saber who walked out from the back seat. At that moment, there was a cruel smile on the other's face, and her eyes glowed with a fanatical scarlet light in the night.

"I'll go, you stay here in case there are other Servants."

First he encountered Ruler's bias and then he was lost for a whole day. He needed to vent his pent-up emotions.

……

Menechel galloped through the woods.

There was a blurry figure far away at the end of the field of vision, and it was impossible to tell the gender. Even though I could see it, I still couldn't sense any fluctuations of magical power.

——Is it Assassin?

Menechel speculated and became more reckless. Unlike the Peeper who nimbly jumped between trees, Menechel's pursuit method was much more brutal. Relying on the protection of magic and his own physique, he rushed through the intricate terrain, and there was hardly a single intact tree along the way.

But under this violent pursuit, the distance between the two people became closer and closer, finally to the point where they were within reach.

He exerted force with his feet, and the thrust from the explosion of magic pushed Menechel's body upward. The spirit particles gathered in his palm and quickly formed into a heavy sword. He swung the heavy sword with his backhand and smashed it down at the figure in front of him.

The electric arc wrapped around the sword blade and fell rapidly, but the black figure in front of him, whose gender could not be identified, quickly turned around and raised his hand as if he had predicted the future. Although he could not see Minechel's attack movements clearly, the small round shield on his arm luckily blocked the point of force of the sword blade.

The absolute crushing power made this bit of good luck useless. There was even no time for stalemate. The sharp sword blade smashed through the protection of the round shield like a rotten wood. The black shadow fell weakly to the ground amid the flying debris.

"What a useless weapon!" With his eyes reflecting a cruel red light, Menechel landed steadily among the treetops. He looked down at the figure who struggled to get up after landing. The victory that was achieved too easily quickly made him lose the desire to play. He jumped off the treetop, stepped over the broken round shield, and approached the opponent with his sword raised: "Well, this is also a first kill."

But the sudden chill behind his head instantly alerted him. The electric arc on his body expanded rapidly, and the power of the magic power instantly protected Minashel.

He turned around, swung his sword and slashed blindly behind him, but what greeted his sword was the strangely floating fragments of the round shield.

These shattered fragments passed through the blade of Menechel and hit Menechel's armor, but they were unable to even break through the defense.

The slight vigilance he had just raised suddenly relaxed, and he put down his sword with contempt and continued to be tormented by these little things.

"What a pity! Facing a power gap as huge as that of Heaven's Punishment, all your little tricks are nothing but jokes."

“My strength is poor? I don’t deny it.” The black shadow that had fallen to the ground had unknowingly climbed up. Her voice was calm and indifferent, as if she was completely unaffected by the desperate situation at the moment: “Whether my strength is 1 or 100, the weakest or mediocre, it will not have the slightest impact.”

female?

Menechel raised his eyes in surprise. The calm tone of the other party's voice gave him a bad feeling. He took a few steps forward and chopped down with the sword in his hand, but was nimbly avoided by the other party.

Even Menechel was a little surprised by the opponent's sudden burst of speed. It was a completely different agility from the speed shown by the opponent during the previous pursuit.

"Lure me here? But what's the point? For someone like you, whether you come alone or with others, you can only hide when you meet me. Do you understand, you loser?"

As he spoke, Menechel raised his sword, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the woman standing among the treetops.

The opponent did not show any anger at all because of Minashel's verbal attack, only the fragments that kept flipping in his palms kept getting faster and faster.

Although he didn't know what it was, it didn't affect Menechel's attack. He swung his sword again, aiming directly at the tree where the opponent was standing. The tree, which was as thick as several people hugged, fell to the ground, and the figure who was slow to react fell from the tree.

After swinging the sword, Menechel did not hesitate at all. He turned his wrist and swung the sword a second time, aiming directly at the woman who had nowhere to hide in the air. His second hand quietly covered the hilt of the sword, and a bloody red light immediately surged on the sword.

——Noble Phantasm Release

Clang!

Menechel's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the weapon that had once again accurately caught his point of force.

"It's not a coincidence"

Menechel was certain that, looking at the weapon that blocked his attacking position, the thick red and white patterns formed a very familiar appearance.

It was his own sword.

The overlapping swords began to tremble - why was an undefended attack blocked? This kind of question was simply beyond Menechel's imagination at this moment.

He stared in a daze at the sword held in the other person's hand, and looked up along the hand holding the sword, finally landing on the face that was so familiar in his memory. The upward curve of the corners of his mouth gradually disappeared, and the highlight in his eyes disappeared bit by bit.

Menachel did not answer immediately. The arcs of electricity flashing on his body flashed brightly and dimly. A subtle feeling surged into his heart. Although the memory of the girl in front of him was so false that there was no sense of reality, the sense of déjà vu still made Menachel subconsciously hold back his strength. In the moment of hesitation in the battle, he fell into a disadvantage.

"I don't need strong force at all, because no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to surpass my asylum."

Being forced back by a sword, a smooth cut was immediately made on the breastplate, and blood flowed out from the wound. However, Menichel had no intention of repairing it.

An inaudible voice came out of Menachel's mouth, which was a confirmation that even he himself could not judge whether the person in front of him was real or fake. His lips trembled, and he asked softly as if his brain was disconnected for a moment:

"You are...you still..."

The sword in Menechel's hand flew away, and the girl in front of him put the blade of the sword against his chest.

"You're so easy to deal with, Brother. Why didn't you fight back?" The empty feeling in his hands gradually brought back some of his spirit. At this moment, he heard the other party continue to ask, "Do you really believe that I have no intention of killing you?"

Menechel opened his mouth but could not utter a word for a long time. The sword against his chest lowered slightly.

"Your guess is correct, Black Saber. I am the Assassin of the Black side."

Mina's actual memory of her stepsister probably stops at the moment when she first spoke. Although she has gained all the memories of her life, it is more like watching a first-person movie without any real feelings or emotional foundation. However, the regret for her stepsister is engraved in her DNA.

Chapter 153: Invincible Defeat JPG (Meng Meng March QAQ reward plus more)

Watching the familiar off-road vehicle slowly drive away from the apartment area, Avril slowly closed the curtains.

What is your elder brother thinking about now?

——He must be wondering why she didn’t just follow him to the base of Yugdomirea.

Indeed, being alone in this Holy Grail War where both sides fight in groups means danger, and there is a high possibility that they will be defeated one by one. Any normal servant who still has thoughts about the Holy Grail will make this choice.

But Avril's wish for the Holy Grail had a second way to be fulfilled when she met her elder brother in person.

Compared to the Holy Grail, my brother is indeed easier to deal with.

Avril thought about it and left the window. She recalled the scene when she just met Menechel and made sure that there was no flaw in her performance.

Bring up the matter briefly to show your attitude, deliberately call the other person by his or her job title instead of his or her name to show your coldness, and finally make an appointment to meet tomorrow to give the other person hope.

There is not the slightest loophole. Even if ten brothers discuss with each other, they will not be able to analyze any problems.

As for the possibility that Menachere would reveal their agreement to his Master, Avril had never considered it from beginning to end.

"Master, are you still awake?" Avril frowned slightly as she looked at the green-haired woman sitting at the dining table.

"I heated up some food."

Seeing the other party preparing the plate and placing it on the table like offering a treasure, Avril sighed softly. She did not say anything that seemed to comfort her, such as "I am a Servant and I do not need human food." As a former pleaser, Avril knew very well how to reassure Sixth Director Reika.

She took the plate and gave Sixth Director Reika a faint smile: "Thank you very much, Master."

The two hands that were tightly wrapped around her chest quietly loosened by Sixth Director Lingxia, and the forced smile on her lips finally revealed some sincerity, but there was still worry in her eyes.

"Did something happen to Assassin?"

Hearing the question from Sixth Director Lingxia, Avril paused, but there was no abnormality on her face. She looked at Sixth Director Lingxia, who seemed to have suddenly realized that she had said something wrong and became flustered, and asked gently, "Why do you feel that way?"

Sixth Director Lingxia lowered her head and spoke in a soft voice after a long while: "Because I always feel like Assassin is carrying a burden after returning."

Listening to the words of Sixth Director Lingxia, Avril was a little dazed.