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

Baggage, maybe...

She took a deep breath, and a bitter arc appeared at the corners of her mouth.

The brother she met seemed too young, but his panic upon seeing her was exactly the same as in her last memory.

It really is like a curse.

But as for the young brother, at least the king's influence will not harm him too much.

……

In the dim carriage, none of the three spoke.

Minechel sat in the passenger seat, staring at the window without blinking, as if attracted by the beautiful forest scenery he had been seeing all day.

Although Archer's driving skills were not as fast as his, they were very steady. However, it was precisely because he was too steady that someone's mouth began to become fragmented.

"Hey, Saber! Don't think you can get away with it by pretending to be idle. Who is the person you are chasing?" Archer didn't ask Gold was not polite to Saber. He asked directly: "You haven't beaten the other party before, have you?"

"The other party ran very fast. I was afraid of being ambushed so I came back after losing him." Menechel's answer was also perfect, but it was precisely because it was too normal that Gold became suspicious. He squinted his eyes but from his angle he could only see Saber's profile.

Normally, wouldn't he have yelled at the other person for being unchivalrous and run away? Why didn't he use even a single curse word this time?

"You're not lying, are you?"

Gold offered reasonable skepticism.

"What a joke! Why would I lie?" The voice sounded full of energy, and Gold did not notice anything unusual. Although he still had concerns in his heart, he estimated that if he continued to ask, it would be Menechel's turn to be impatient, so Gold had to give up.

The trees on both sides gradually became sparse until the last tree disappeared completely, replaced by rows of modern buildings. These tall buildings, which emitted little lights, added a bit of horror to the dark night.

But Menechel was not paying any attention to this. He looked into the distance at the towering castle that was still shining brightly even in the dim night sky. That was the location of the Ugdomirea Castle.

"Isn't it not far from us? It's only two steps away."

Although Menechel lowered his voice, his voice still reached the ears of the other two people clearly.

"Ha! Saber, believe it or not, if I leave you here alone tomorrow, you still won't be able to go back."

Menechel ignored Gold's sarcasm. He frowned and seemed to be trying to remember the road conditions around him.

He reviewed the exchange with Assassin in his mind. With his experience, he had no idea why the other party would do that.

Instead of going to Ugdomirea with him, he asked him to keep tonight's meeting a secret and asked him to meet again at the same place tomorrow.

This willful request, which was different from the well-behaved sister in his memory, not only did not cause trouble to Minachell, but instead made him feel relieved.

——At least the other party showed that there was still room for maneuver.

"Saber, are you free now?"

Just as Menechel was trying to understand everything, Archer suddenly spoke. While speaking, the Centaur turned the car around and did not drive directly to Eugdomirea along this road, but instead drove around to a road.

"Why, you lost your way and need me to lead the way?" Menachel raised an eyebrow and asked back, "In that case, I'm always available."

"There's no need to risk your life like this." Archer continued without turning his head: "Fiore informed me that the Red Berserker is attacking the Ugdomirea Castle."

"Do you want me to kill Berserker?"

"No, Lord Danic hopes that you, Saber, can stop the two servants following Berserker and roughly determine that one of them is Archer, but the other one is either Rider or Lancer, which is unclear."

"I see. No wonder they let me go."

Minechel glanced at Gold, who seemed to have reported today's encounter with Red Lancer.

Thinking back to the unfinished battle with Red Lancer and the other party's last words "I will come to find you", a warm current surged into Minachel's chest.

Tiny magical powers burst out from his body and transformed into arcs of electricity. He quickly forgot the brief episode in the forest.

"Just leave it to me!"

The condition is a bit bad, I will adjust it tomorrow

Thanks to Meng Meng March QAQ for the reward

Thanks to Gudazi for the reward

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 154 Why Can't You Forget It?

Achilles leaned against the treetop with his hands folded behind his head. Even though he was in the enemy's base camp, he still looked extremely relaxed.

He completely ignored the warning from his companion, Red Archer, and continued to whistle a little tune from his hometown.

The sound of birds singing in my ears stopped, and at the same time, the sound of wheels grinding on the mud began to rub.

"Has the Black Servant finally arrived?"

——Could it be Black Rider?

This sound, which was obviously made by a vehicle, made Achilles secretly look forward to it. What could better demonstrate his bravery than defeating a Servant of the same job?

Achilles' eyes shifted slightly and focused his gaze in the direction where the sound came from. But when he saw the roaring vehicle that broke through the layers of trees and rushed towards the center of the battlefield, even the great Greek hero who had seen Odysseus's wooden horse was stunned for a moment.

It was an off-road vehicle with a dirty surface and even some potholes. If such a shivering vehicle that no one would want to recycle in the second-hand market was regarded as a cavalryman's mount or even a treasure, it would be a blasphemy to the entire Rider class.

"How dare you look down on me like this."

Achilles, feeling provoked, laughed even more wantonly. Facing the approaching off-road vehicle, he did not choose to dodge but stood still.

The off-road vehicle approached quickly with its headlights on, and when it was close to Rider, it suddenly accelerated and crashed into Achilles.

Achilles did not dodge or evade. His feet seemed to be rooted in the mud and he used his body to block the front of the chariot. He wrapped his arms around the entire front of the car. He exerted force with his arms and twisted his waist. The rear wheels of the off-road vehicle were lifted off the ground. Without the drive of the rear wheels, the body of the vehicle quickly lost power. Achilles took advantage of the victory and continued to pursue the enemy, smashing the entire vehicle into the mud beside him.

Achilles performed a series of precise movements, as if he had rehearsed them dozens of times. He stepped on the still-rotating wheel and stopped it with his toes. Through the window, Achilles could see the interior of the car.

"Only one Servant? It seems I was really underestimated!"

With a dull thud, the car door was violently kicked away. Immediately following, a hand grabbed the door before it flew far away and threw it towards Achilles.

Such a simple attack naturally could not touch Achilles, so he just slightly turned sideways to avoid the car door.

Achilles looked at the heavily armored knight who emerged from the car. He was wrapped in blood-red armor from head to toe without an inch of skin exposed to the air.

"Oh, that's quite interesting." Feeling the sudden magical power in the air, Achilles narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his left hand and grabbed a javelin out of thin air, and performed a gun flower in front of the knight.

The dark green javelin spun deftly at his fingertips. When the knight kicked away the off-road vehicle lying in the middle of the battlefield, Achilles turned his wrist and grabbed the javelin firmly.

Pointing the tip of his spear at the enemy in front of him, Achilles showed a smile full of fighting spirit: "Why don't you show your weapon?"

"who are you?"

Without paying attention to the other party's words, without listening to the other party's thoughts, and without any warning, Achilles, who was still chatting with the other party in the previous second, decisively stabbed out with the javelin in his hand in the next second.

The collision between the spear tip and the armor produced a series of sparks, and the tentative shot left light scratches on the blood-colored armor. Achilles immediately put away his spear after failing to hit the target, but he did not retreat. He used the momentum of putting away his spear to turn sideways and kick directly at the opponent's hideous head armor.

Flesh and armor collided, and Achilles used his powerful physical ability to kick the enemy away half a step, but the smile on Achilles' face gradually faded.

He also took a half step back and distanced himself from the knight in front of him with an unpleasant expression: "Why didn't you fight back?"

"I came here because I heard there was a Red Lancer, but I ended up meeting you instead."

Compared to Achilles, Menechelle showed little interest in his opponent. He did not react to Achilles's first probing stab, but he was too lazy to dodge the second kick.

Unlike the Red Lancer whose every shot was full of devastating attacks, the red servant in front of him seemed to have the same strong physique as him.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to estimate Menechel's ability to withstand blunt force blows.

He looked at Achilles who suddenly retreated and stopped attacking stubbornly, and subconsciously touched his chin, but pinched his hard head armor. Only then did he remember that he had been fully armed in advance to deal with the Red Lancer.

"Red Lancer isn't here?"

He looked at Achilles, the heavy sword taking shape in his palm.

"Stop looking down on others!"

At the same time as Achilles spoke, the javelin in his hand drew a straight line. This time he did not hold back and hit the opponent's chest with the greatest force.

The spear was intercepted in mid-air, and the knight's sword pressed down on the spear in a chopping posture, abruptly changing the direction of the opponent's attack. The heavy object hit the dry mud in the forest, stirring up clouds of flying dust.

Achilles kicked Menechal in the stomach, but the opponent caught it with his elbow.

The two men each took a half step back. Menechel thoughtfully moved his arm that had just received the flying kick. The slight numbness quickly disappeared under the nourishment of magic.

"It seems that you can hardly be my opponent."

Menechel sighed softly, and he disarmed himself in disappointment. The armor disappeared, leaving only the soft and light armor that was close to his body.

"But it seems I can only be patient and play with you for a while."

Achilles' face turned red with anger at the humiliating act. He swung his spear and pressed the opponent's shoulder blade with the spear. Without the protection of the armor shell, Achilles quickly thought of dragging the opponent into the melee he was best at. He quickly controlled Menechel's joints, and Achilles lowered his body with the spear as the axis to quickly close the distance between the two sides.

But the enemy he faced was no ordinary one. Before Achilles' hand touched Menechel, the other party had reacted quickly, and with his other hand, which was not restricted in movement, he clenched a fist and smashed towards Achilles.

After several attempts, Achilles knew the opponent's terrifying strength and did not resist. He slightly turned his body and grabbed the spear with both hands. He actually used Menechel's shoulder as an axis to catch the spear and support his body.

Lying on Menechel's body, he put his hands around his neck and held the javelin horizontally, trying to suppress the joint of his right arm. With the advantage of his position, he briefly achieved a stalemate. Achilles did not dare to delay and locked the knight's left arm with his feet. He straightened his legs and tried to use Pankrasin's technique to force one of Menechel's arms to dislocate.

However, the physical fitness of the knight under him was far beyond Achilles' expectations. It was not until Achilles felt a little exhausted that he heard the slight sound of bones.

——Fortunately, he is not yet powerful enough to be inhumane.

But before Achilles could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his body suddenly shaking violently.

Achilles straightened up immediately, but was still a step too late.

The knight beneath him used his dislocated arm as a whip, as if he felt no pain, and smashed Achilles on his arm to the ground.

boom--!

Achilles rolled around in a panic in the smoke and dust. The particles he inhaled unconsciously and the pain in his chest made Achilles cough violently.

Achilles stood up supporting himself with the javelin. He looked at Black Saber, who was still looking down at him with a mocking smile on her face. He looked at the other party who reconnected her dislocated arm without changing her expression. He looked at the knight who moved his newly reconnected arm and threw a punch at where he was.

Achilles dodged quickly.

——Is this guy really Saber?

Achilles couldn't help but wonder, with this kind of madness that only cared about fighting and completely ignored the pain, and with such a perverted body, was the opponent really not Berserker?

He clenched the javelin in his hand, and the javelin flashed with pale green magic power in his hand.

Achilles' javelin drew a meteor-like motion and stabbed sideways towards Menechel's throat. Menechel turned sideways and used his sword to block the spear's forward trajectory.

"Yes, that's it - don't forget to use your weapons, don't think about defeating me with hand-to-hand combat." Menechel held the javelin with both hands and pressed towards Achilles little by little. He spoke as if he was instructing Achilles on how to defeat him: "Unless you are sure to punch through my body and shatter my spiritual foundation, so that I can never recover."

The heavy sword hit the ground in vain. Achilles, knowing that he was at a disadvantage in the wrestling match, pulled back. But this time Menechel did not let him go. He exerted force on his feet and quickly followed up, and the knight's sword chopped down at Achilles without hesitation.

Downward chop and side slash are just two basic moves, but because of the added power, Achilles was forced to deal with them with all his strength. The dense and indiscriminate slashes were like raindrops, and each blow could be a killing move. Under such a frenzied offensive, Achilles was not only not overwhelmed, but also seized the opportunity of the opponent's attack to try to counterattack.

But even in an attacking posture, the broad sword still covered most of Menechel's body, and the few shots that Achilles fired could only reach the opponent's arms and legs.

But as the number of attacks increased, Achilles gradually discovered that something was wrong - the blood spurting out of the wound stopped in a breath, and the broken flesh often healed before Menechel swung his sword again.

——Even the monsters that Achilles remembered did not have such terrifying self-healing ability.

"Did you see it?"

And Menechel seemed to be waiting for this moment. He turned his wrist and the sword quickly bypassed the incoming javelin. He opened his chest to meet Achilles' thrust and at the same time chopped Achilles' shoulder blade with his sword.

"As you can see, attacks that can't kill me can't hurt me at all!"

His pupils contracted so much that they were almost a slit. The pain from the right side of his chest did not shake him. Instead, it intensified his ferocity. The corners of his mouth quickly rose into a bloodthirsty smile.

"You didn't have any attack that could cause effective damage to me from beginning to end!"

Blood spurted out, and Menechel leaned forward and cut Achilles' entire body. The blood spurting from his chest dripped onto the sword, and the air became quiet at this moment.

Menechel took a few steps back, the bloody holes in his chest and lungs healing rapidly with every breath. He looked at Achilles, who was simply forced back by the force from the sword without any injury, and the smile on his lips froze.

——Immortality?

Then why were you defending so vigorously just now?

Achilles was still immersed in the intense shock of Menechel's sudden attack. He subconsciously touched the place where he was hit - except for the broken leather armor, he did not suffer any flesh damage.

Achilles, who had come to his senses, looked at Menechel, but there was some doubt in his eyes.

——This monster that looks like it is related to God at first glance actually has no divinity?

Menechel stopped retreating, wiped the blood stains on his soft armor with his fingertips and smeared them casually on the sword.

"What bad luck! How come I met another one - do you really not know Red Lancer?"

Although there were no problems with each attack, I always encountered all kinds of strange and bizarre abilities. This was the second one I encountered today.