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

"Among our servants, I have only seen Archer and Berserker."

Achilles looked around the area which was not very open. Using the Noble Phantasm here would not maximize the power of the chariot, but this did not prevent him from looking at the other party with a provocative smile.

"But Black Saber, I am intrigued by you. You have that kind of physique but no divinity. Can you tell me your real name?"

"Then you have to show some strength that will interest me."

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Black Saber, you can't kill me. Now it's time to switch between offense and defense!"

As if he had predicted that the other party did not have the ability to kill him, Achilles' voice became unscrupulous. He slowly approached Menechel, and his speed became faster and faster as the distance shortened. In the end, his body almost left a green afterimage, and a comet-like fluorescence wrapped around him.

Achilles moved around Menechel at high speed, and the javelin would occasionally land on Menechel's body, but there was no fixed landing point at all. The stabs were just enough to leave only a shallow wound each time, and they would break apart as soon as they touched, never seeking quick success or taking risks.

Unable to catch, the disadvantage in speed forced Minashel to passively take the beating.

Finally, at a certain moment, he finally got tired of Achilles' harassment like a fly. The particles of magic power floated around Menechel, forming the shape of armor. He swung the heavy sword that had been held horizontally in front of his chest suddenly. Lightning snakes spread rapidly around with Menechel as the core. The heavy sword fell to the ground, and the magic power wrapped around the sword instantly went out of control. The raging thunder, carrying more magic power, quickly exploded around.

As the irregular magic swept across and changed the surrounding environment, a loud whistle sounded, and the dark green magic stirred, forming a storm that quickly blew away the flying dust that blinded people.

In the scattered dust, two pale green war horses pulled a chariot down from the sky. Menechel stepped back a few steps and watched the sudden change on the battlefield vigilantly.

Achilles did not hesitate at all. He jumped onto the chariot in two steps. He held the gun in one hand and shook the reins with the other hand. He turned and looked at Menechel with an arrogant attitude as if he was ready to leave.

——Want to run?

Menechel, who was furious with the series of unexpected events, naturally could not let Achilles leave so easily. The magic power under his feet exploded, pushing his body forward quickly.

"Black Saber, no need to send me off - I will come and take your head next time."

The chariot quickly rose into the air, riding on the wind.

Menechel stopped, his pupils became redder with anger, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Who told you to leave?"

A lightning snake was wrapped around his fingertips, and under Achilles' curious gaze, Menechel pointed his five fingers at his chest.

The armor was torn apart, and large amounts of blood gushed out. Menechel's expression remained unchanged, as if he felt no pain. His pupils dilated rapidly as he stared at the chariot going away.

Achilles opened his mouth, not understanding what was happening, but the next moment, an inexplicable feeling of oppression swept through his body. Like a locked prey, Achilles instinctively felt fear. His hands and feet stiffened, the scenery around him turned pale, and the dizzying feeling of subversion instantly engulfed Achilles' consciousness.

When he came to his senses again, he had already fallen from the air. He glanced at the warhorse beside him that was in an even worse state and foaming at the mouth, and stood up with the support of his javelin.

Achilles' gaze returned to Menechel, who was approaching him with a hideous bloody wound on his chest, and the smile on his face faded.

But Menechel laughed even more wildly. He swung his bloody hand, and blood beads flew onto the sword and the grass. A solemn atmosphere suddenly filled the air.

His red vertical pupils, like those of an ancient predator, were filled with cruel blood:

"Now, Rider, shall we start round two?"

Mina's second skill [Undying Knight·False] ignores non-fatal injuries during use, but after entering this state, all special abilities including magic release, treasures, and other skills are sealed and cannot be used. You can only rely on your own basic attacks to deal damage. You can actively cancel it. After receiving a fatal injury (heart, head), it is forcibly canceled. It is generally suitable for enemies that Mina despises.

For details, see the work related (Saber's job card)

Chapter 155: It's a - fight

Drops of blood spilled on the grass. The wound that almost penetrated his left chest made Menechel half-bend over, but despite suffering such a heavy blow, he still approached Achilles step by step.

Achilles lay on the ground on his side, watching Menechel approaching him step by step with his back to the moonlight. He looked at the corners of his mouth that were raised wildly to a hideous level, and watched him raise his heavy sword stained with blood.

The sticky smell of blood filled Achilles' entire nasal cavity. The blood-stained heavy sword overlapped with the crescent moon behind him, almost dyeing the moonlight a layer of blood.

It was like the disaster itself, and even Achilles felt a chill.

——What a joke!

He tried desperately to drive his paralyzed body, but the stiff body could not respond to his instincts. A flash of blood appeared, and Achilles was smashed into the mud by a powerful blow.

A blow without the armed divinity naturally could not hurt Achilles, but the exaggerated force transmitted from the sword was transmitted directly to Achilles' face, causing his head to tilt backward in an exaggerated arc, and finally driving his body to tilt backward as well.

In the flying dust, Menechel followed and stepped on Achilles' back. The blood from his chest dripped down his armor onto Achilles at his feet.

"Didn't you say you were coming to take my head?"

Because of the pain, Menechel's voice was a little hoarse, but this did not affect the cruelty that almost overflowed from his words.

Estimating that Achilles was about to regain control of his body, Menechel grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands at the same time. The flashing red lightning flowed along his arms to the sword body. He swung the heavy sword up and down, hitting the back of the opponent's head before Achilles raised his head.

The head that had just been raised was smashed back into the dirt, but this was only the beginning of the torture. He completely ignored Achilles's struggle, which was so weak that he couldn't even move Menechel's body. He moved his right foot and stepped on Achilles' left shoulder, using his absolute advantage in position to make Achilles unable to get up.

The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword, the continuous heavy sword hit the back of Achilles' head one by one, completely abandoning the "cutting" property of the sword itself, and using the heavy sword as a blunt weapon.

The dense heavy blows rained down on the back of Achilles' head. The surging lightning snakes became more and more dazzling on Menechel's body, and finally almost wrapped up his entire body. The force on the sword became more and more powerful as the magic power became thicker.

After the sixth sword fell, Achilles completely stopped struggling. Menechel did not stop. He raised the heavy sword again. His body, stimulated to the extreme by magic, pulled out a scarlet sword light from the knight's sword. The dim sword body was like a beast that finally awakened, and a hint of red fluorescence gradually appeared at the tip of the sword.

The fluorescent light drew a cold arc in the air, and the lightning snake raged downward along the arc, violently venting the overloaded magic power to the surroundings before the heavy sword fell. Staring at the red Rider under his feet, Minechel swung down the seventh sword with all his strength.

A spot of scarlet bloomed the moment the sword touched the ground, and a heat wave quickly swept out. The magic power pushed the surrounding dust to explode layer by layer with this point as the core.

The magical thunderstorm did not distinguish between friend and foe, and engulfed the entire dense forest with devastating force. Large tracts of trees were broken in half and torn apart by the flying storm.

This disastrous aftermath lasted for about ten seconds. When the dust settled, the originally flat grass had disappeared, and the entire land was full of potholes as if it had just been hit by a meteorite. From time to time, charred tree debris could be seen.

In the deepest part of the pit, Menechel, whose half-body armor was stained with burnt black, stood up slightly. The violent electric arcs on his body flickered, and finally gradually went out, like the calm before the storm.

Menechel loosened his left hand, letting his right hand holding the sword hang naturally. He touched his head armor with his left hand and used his fingers to pull off the broken head armor. The head armor that was affected by the magic thunderstorm fell to the ground and shattered instantly, disintegrating into light black particles and disappearing.

--empty.

The last sword strike obviously felt wrong, causing Menechel to frown. His strongest strike missed. Red Rider's Master seemed to have determined that Red Rider would be seriously injured by the last strike, and used the Command Seal to forcibly transfer Red Rider.

The bloody hole on his chest suffered secondary damage due to the intense all-out fight just now. The pain that had been suppressed due to the high excitement now rushed to his body all at once. At this moment, Menechel could only barely stabilize his body by leaning on his sword.

"How stupid! If you were more decisive, you could have replaced me."

He laughed at the cowardice of Master Red Rider. Without damaging his spiritual base to perform "overload", the sword just now was Menechel's strongest attack. Both his muscle strength and the [Defense Breaking] of his Noble Phantasm were strengthened to the extreme. If Red Rider could survive this sword -

——He would also die without any suspense at the next blow from Menechel.

However, his reduced endurance after swinging the eighth sword would probably make it impossible for him to suppress the fatal wound on his body.

Gold's call was heard from the causal line, but suppressing the damage to his body alone had drained all his energy, so Minechel ignored Gold's call.

The blood flowing from his chest became less and less, and his hands and feet gradually lost strength. Menachel simply sat down on the ground, with the sword pressed down on his hand without support, but he was stubborn and did not transform into a spirit.

Gold's voice was heard again, this time from a distance, followed by a series of heavy and rapid footsteps. The footsteps disappeared abruptly after approaching a certain distance, and then sounded again with a more urgent frequency.

Gold emerged from the ruins and finally stood beside the shallow pit next to Menechel. He looked at Menechel, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his body bent, and breathed a sigh of relief, but then he asked with some dissatisfaction:

"Saber, you heard it, didn't you? If you heard it, why didn't you reply?"

"It's so tiring. I never do meaningless things."

Menechel didn't even turn his head, trying to make his voice sound calm.

Gold was shocked by this normal answer. He looked at his chest which was covered by Menechel's hands, fearing that he would see Menechel's body turn into magic particles and disappear in the next moment.

"Saber, are you dying?"

Gold asked hesitantly.

“I won’t die even if you die!” Menchel retorted unhappily. He turned his head and looked at Gold: “Red Rider can’t even hurt me, let alone kill me.”

When Menechelle turned his head, Gold saw the hideous wound on his chest. The bloody hole that looked like it could make people feel the pain made Gold shudder. He looked Menechelle up and down with suspicion. This fatal wound was not just "I'm just a little short of hurting you" as he said, it was "almost killing you".

"Don't look at me like that. This is a wound I inflicted on myself to prevent Red Rider from escaping."

Gold didn't believe it, but he didn't refute it. He was afraid that if Menichel lost control of his emotions, his injuries would get worse.

"So, what about Red Rider?" Gold half-changed the subject and half-looked expectantly at the humanoid pit in front of Menechel that couldn't be completely buried even by the explosion, hoping to hear his Servant's proud answer.

"He ran away. We didn't stop him, but his Master used the Command Seal to transfer him."

Menicher's voice was flat. He supported himself with one hand and tried to stand up, but he almost fell. Gold subconsciously wanted to reach out for help, but Menicher stopped him in advance.

Seeing Menechel trying to be tough, Gold sighed imperceptibly. He pulled up his sleeves and took off his gloves to reveal his Command Seals: "Let's use the Command Seals to repair it."

"If you use the Command Spell, won't the advantage I have gained be wiped out? Stop it firmly!"

Gold's forehead was tense with a "well" shape, and he immediately pointed at Menechel's chest: "Do I have to watch you die without using the Command Spell?"

Menechel was obviously stunned by Gold's sudden words. He subconsciously touched his wound that was no longer bleeding: "Will I die from this kind of injury?"

Gold opened his mouth wide for a long time without saying a word. He stared at the penetrating wound in silence. It was a serious injury that any doctor could only shake their heads at, but in the other's mouth it became a minor injury that was insignificant.

"Don't worry about it, Gold. I've had worse injuries in my life, and no one ever made a fuss about me dying."

Menechel's words made Gold fall into silence. He stared at the wound for a long time without saying anything. For some reason, his nose felt a little sore.

"Who cares about you?"

Gold suddenly burst out, he quickly put on his gloves, shook off Menechel's hand, turned around and said in a tantrum: "No need for the Command Spell, it's you who's hurt anyway, and since you have to recover by yourself, wouldn't it be faster to enter the spirit body?"

"It won't take too long." Menichel said carelessly. His hands glowed red and he even had the time to repair his damaged breastplate. The breastplate glowed again under the nourishment of magic power and perfectly covered the scars on his body. Menichel raised his mouth proudly: "See, it's completely invisible now."

Pretending not to hear the hoarseness in Menechel's voice, Gold understood that this was Menechel's way of expressing to him in his own awkward way that "he was fine and did not need to use the Command Spell."

Gold took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He turned around and was about to speak when a beam of light suddenly burst out from the magic gift on his wrist.

Gold frowned slightly, and he injected magic power into the ceremonial suit. Suddenly, the light column began to expand to form a light screen, which projected a man's face.

"Lord Danic."

Gold bowed his head towards the man in the picture, but the man called Danic just nodded slightly in return.

"Gold, Rider has defected with you, an android."

The first word was like a bombshell, and Gold's heart seemed to skip a beat. He looked up in disbelief.

Minachell, who had not yet completely withdrawn from the combat state, raised his head reflexively when he caught the keyword "Rider", and looked in the direction of Gold with sharp eyes.

"Lancer is organizing the Servants to intercept it. That android might be the 'core' that Caster is looking for. Now I need your and Saber's help."

This is a great opportunity to show yourself to the clan leader. Accept it, accept it now! Show your worth to Yogdomireya!

Gold closed it, his lips pursed.

"I'm sorry, Lord Danic, Saber was seriously injured in the battle with Red Rider and cannot participate in the battle for the time being."

Every time he closed his eyes, he would think of Saber's expression when she said "It's okay", and his fists would clench involuntarily.

“Is that so? Then you can take Saber to rest first. Saber is also an indispensable fighting force.” Danic did not hesitate. He hung up the phone neatly, leaving Gold standing there alone.

Minesher watched Gold clench and unclench his fists, walked out of the shallow pit and came to Gold's side. He raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder. When the other party looked over, Minesher slightly raised his chin and revealed a look of disgust:

"Don't give me that abandoned animal look."

"Huh? Saber, if it weren't for you I would—"

"I'm not so weak that I need your protection!" Menichel interrupted Gold in a low voice. He looked into Gold's eyes and said, "If you want to do it, then do it, instead of regretting it after you miss the opportunity."

"But this..." Gold looked up and saw the brand new armor on Menechel. His voice became quieter for some reason, and he changed his words: "I always feel something is wrong."

"You are not a six-year-old child anymore. How can you tell right from wrong?"

Menchel patted Gold's back and pushed him forward. Gold turned around and glared at Menchel in pain, but Menchel blinked at him nonchalantly and said, "Let's go. Although you rejected that guy's request, there's nothing you can do if you happen to meet him, right?"

……

It was as if a ray of light suddenly came through the dead silent basement, instantly dispelling all the haze.

Achilles' eyes suddenly opened, and he lifted himself up from the ground with his waist.

He touched his head and did not disappear.

——Still alive?

Achilles was a little surprised. He moved his body a little and felt some phantom pain in his body.

He recalled the battle between him and Black Saber, and his face darkened. If it weren't for the huge discrepancy in intelligence, Achilles believed that he would never be beaten like this!

He clenched his fists and unclenched them.

——At worst, I can get back at you next time we meet.

Achilles thought about it and looked around. This was the church he had visited before.

Not finding anyone, Achilles spoke loudly:

"Hey, since you summoned me here with the Command Seal, then my Master, you should be around here too, right?"

But no one answered Achilles' question. Only the vague connection in the causal line made him look for Father Kotomine.

Achilles made an unhappy "tsk" sound. He had long been fed up with his mysterious Master.