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

The sound of footsteps came from far away, and a white-haired man in a black suit walked towards them.

"Rider, you're back."

Perhaps because of the defeat, Achilles looked very ugly. He raised his javelin and nodded silently.

The white-haired priest was indeed used to it and was not angry. He spoke gently but made his purpose clear straight to the point: "Can you tell me the information you got from the battle with Black Saber?"

Skill 3: [Breaking the Oath]

Effect: Absorb excess magic power without limit. When the upper limit of the spiritual base is reached, strengthen your own strength and treasures. When the upper limit of the spiritual base is exceeded, compulsory magic power will be released every time the sword is swung, and the durability will be reduced by one level. When the durability is lower than B, the spiritual base collapses.

The charging phase is stipulated to be the first seven swords. From the eighth sword onwards, the mana consumed by each sword swing increases exponentially, and a part of the durability is sacrificed (that is, Ex is downgraded to A, A is downgraded to B, and B is downgraded to C). When the [Overloaded Third Sword] is swung, it ignores the Command Spell to restore the spiritual base and automatically returns to the seat when it collapses. Each sword is charging (Note: Breaking the defense from the second sword of Overload has become a subjective concept. When the third sword is slashed, even dodging itself will be regarded as a kind of defense. The person hit can only rely on physical fitness or [Combat Continuation] skills to resist)

Chapter 156: The Headless Horseman's Observations (Fog)

Gold seemed to have the ability to see through things and was not running aimlessly. He was being held by Minechel and guided in a fixed direction.

Soon, Menechel caught the sound of footsteps other than his own.

He glanced at Gold in surprise. The man who noticed Minechel's gaze snorted twice and explained, "When I created the androids, I considered the possibility of theft. I marked each android in advance to ensure that everyone in Yugdomirea can accurately locate the android's real-time location."

“Isn’t this something that we’re doing pretty well?”

Menicher grinned and couldn't help but praise him. Gold tried hard to suppress the arc of his mouth that he could hardly hide. Before he could be modest, he heard Menicher say, "Hold on tight!"

The whistling wind instantly hit Gold's face, pulling at the fat and skin on his cheeks. He subconsciously grabbed Menechel's arm, but his hands went numb due to the hard armor.

After falling back onto the solid ground, Gold's soul finally caught up with his body after a while. He ignored the two figures that were forced to stop in front of him and sharply accused his Servant:

"Can you please consider me? I'm just an ordinary human being. What if you drop me?"

"How could that be? I just increased my speed a little. If I had charged at full speed, you would have been torn to pieces with your physical fitness."

After hearing Menechel's explanation, Gold struggled off Menechel in horror.

Menechel did not continue to threaten Gold. He just freed his hands to look his Servant up and down. Although they were companions, Menechel's understanding of Black Rider was not as deep as his understanding of Red Lancer.

The pink-haired Rider seemed to always have a smile on his face, but his expression was not looking good. He slapped the android behind him, signaling him to leave quickly. At the same time, he held a gorgeous spear in his hand and blocked Minechel with his petite body.

Menechel wanted to bypass this unnecessary opponent and go directly to catch the stumbling android that had not yet escaped far, but Rider waved his lance and shook off his outstretched hand.

"I'm very sorry, Saber. Although I heard that you were injured in the battle with Red Rider, I still have to stop you here for the sake of that child."

The corners of Menechel's mouth rose slightly, and he squinted his eyes and looked at Rider with some interest. He had clearly chosen to fight, but he could not sense the slightest intention to kill him.

"Gold, go catch him, I'll hold Rider back."

Gold, who knew the current physical condition of Menechel, did not hesitate to bypass Rider and ran deep into the forest. But Rider obviously could not let Gold pass so easily. He dodged and tried to block Gold, but he felt a chill on his back, and the next moment Rider's body was swept away by Menechel's sword.

Because it was the back of the sword that swept across, Rider struggled to get up again after a while. He rubbed his back and complained, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much. Why do you still have so much strength even though you're injured?"

Suddenly he thought of Gold, and when he looked back he could not see Gold anywhere.

"Oh no, I have to..."

Rider subconsciously wanted to chase, but was blocked by the heavy sword that chopped from the side. He had no choice but to hold the lance horizontally in front of him and push up with both hands to barely block the attack.

However, the increasing force from the lance still forced Rider's body to bend downward little by little.

Having successfully suppressed Rider, Menechel did not press on to attack him—it would be easy to control the strength, and if Rider was killed, things would become troublesome.

——Just hold it off.

Minachell thought about it, and just increased the strength in his hands little by little, while speaking to distract the other party:

"Speaking of which, Rider, why are you so obsessed with saving that android? Do you know him?"

This was the only possibility that Menechel could think of.

Rider was also obviously stunned by Menechel's sudden question. He then actually frowned and pondered. After about five or six seconds, Rider's brows relaxed again, and his face showed his usual cheerful smile: "There is no special reason. It's just that he asked me for help. As a knight, I can't just sit there and do nothing, right?"

Suddenly, Menechel narrowed his eyes, feeling that the other party was making indirect accusations, and his words became more aggressive: "What naive remarks! The accusations of the knights are not about upholding justice. In the final analysis, they are just a profession born for killing people."

While resisting the increasingly heavy attack, Rider said without giving in: "That's true... but I still can't let that child die!"

I gave up on continuing the conversation. These two people with the same profession have completely opposite views.

Feeling the increasing pressure in his hands, Rider could only grit his teeth and try his best to ensure that he would not be crushed to the ground.

Even though his rationality was lost, the remaining fighting instinct reminded Rider that it would not work to continue like this.

Rider suddenly let out a low roar and used up all his strength to push upward with both hands. The brute force that burst out in an instant actually pushed the heavy sword away a little.

Rider took this opportunity to roll to the side. The lance in his hand suddenly glowed golden and stabbed towards Menechel's calf.

The slow attack naturally failed to pierce Menechel. He raised his foot and stepped on the lance. No matter how hard Rider tried, he could not pull out his weapon.

But then Menechel realized that something was wrong. The foot that was stepping on Rider's gun quickly disintegrated and uncontrollably turned into a spirit. Suddenly losing the support of one foot, Menechel was unable to stand firmly and fell forward. He supported himself on the ground with both hands to avoid falling.

Taking this opportunity to take back the Noble Phantasm, Rider bent his elbow again and stabbed at Menechel's head. Menechel turned his head slightly, and Rider's gun just grazed his hair. Caught off guard, Menechel gave up his playful thoughts. He stretched out a hand, bypassed Rider's arm, and grabbed the other's face. Then he exerted force on his hand, grabbed Rider's head and smashed it to the ground. The arc of magic power in his hand flashed and quickly scorched the surrounding land. Rider was pressed to the ground without any resistance.

At this moment, the left foot that had just been forced to become a spirit became fixed again, and Menechel stood up and carried the unconscious Rider on his shoulders. But before he took two steps, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

This time it seemed that it was his turn to have his mind enter spiritualization uncontrollably.

He's become the Headless Horseman!

Sieg will die, don't worry about that.

Asking for monthly ticket

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 157: Joan of Arc: What Happened

Gold's eyes widened subconsciously. He looked at the robot lying motionless under the tree with a little breathlessness, and his breathing became heavier.

The dark blue magic circuits on his clenched fists had not yet faded away. He carefully extended a finger to touch the other person's breath, but before that he keenly caught the sound of rustling coming from the grass beside him.

"Who is where!"

Gold immediately turned around and shouted loudly, but when he saw the horrific scene before his eyes, he let out a scream even more intense than before. Gold's knees went weak and he staggered back to the tree, sitting down side by side with the unconscious android.

The body without a head but able to move freely slowly approached Gold.

This strange story that only existed in horror stories now appeared vividly before Gold.

He subconsciously thought of using the Command Spell to forcibly summon Saber, but the other party saw through his action and grabbed his hand.

"Well, Gold, I told you I'd be hard to die - I'm still alive and well without even a head."

The familiar voice calmed Gold down a little. He looked up and down at the headless monster, and finally saw some traces from the stripes on the armor. He asked uncertainly, "Saber?"

"It's a surprise."

Although he couldn't see the other person's face, Gold could imagine the smug upturned corners of the other person's mouth just by the voice.

So Gold carefully examined his Servant, and after confirming that there were no suspicious magic particles coming out of him, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it really okay?"

"It just looks a little scary, but actually this is just the effect of Rider's Noble Phantasm. It will probably recover after a while." As he said this, Menechel touched the empty space above his neck with his hand, and his fingers went straight through it.

Gold's disgusted expression became more and more obvious when he saw this horrible scene. Mineschel watched Gold's expression with satisfaction, and took the opportunity to rush to Gold's side while Rider's Noble Phantasm was still in effect.

"Where is Rider?"

Seeing that Menechel was fine, Gold began to worry about his opponent, fearing that Menechel would get angry and kill Rider.

"Lying there." Menechel raised his chin and pointed at the bush he had just emerged from. He turned to Gold and asked, "However, why were you so flustered before I arrived?"

"Well..." Gold suddenly remembered something important, but he had already calmed down his panicked mood, but now he couldn't calm down at all after being interrupted by Menachere. He hesitated for a few times and finally said in a somewhat angry and embarrassed way: "I was defending myself, I was not careful, I just came to my senses, and he was lying on the ground, it was definitely a scam! He must have fallen down because of exhaustion."

Minesher rested his hand on Gold's shoulder. He looked over Gold's head at the android lying motionless under the tree behind him. Before he could use his excellent judgment of life and death formed through years of training to judge the state of the android, a scream came from behind him:

"Hey! Are you okay?"

Rider pounced forward like a wounded beast, passing directly past Gold and Menechel who stood between him and the android, and came close to the android, hugging the unconscious boy with his arms.

After just a moment, Rider raised his head again, his eyes were red, and for the first time, he was filled with murderous intent.

Feeling the surging fighting spirit that did not seem fake, Menechel pushed Gold behind him. He clenched his right hand and a red and white heavy sword appeared out of thin air.

"Gold, stay away."

Waves of golden particles gathered on Menechel's body and finally gathered into his head. He tilted his neck to slightly move his newly materialized head, and took the lead in slashing a sword towards Rider's position.

The heavy sword with red thunder met Rider's full-strength spear. The spear, which was driven only by anger, only held out for a moment under this huge force, and was then quickly chopped away by the sword.

Before he could strike with the second sword, the sound of rustling was heard again in the forest nearby. Minashel immediately turned around and pointed the tip of his sword in the direction of the sound.

The golden-haired woman emerged from the dense forest, holding a gorgeous flagpole with the flag curled up, standing between Menechel and Rider. She looked at Rider, who was standing in front of the tree without a word, and then at the boy lying beside the tree as if he had lost his life. Her eyes lingered on the back of the boy's hand without the Command Seal for a moment before turning to Menechel again. Her voice gradually became stern:

"What happened."

The troublemaker Menasheel who appeared before him was very familiar, and his aura reached its peak in the next instant.

Ignoring the injuries on his body that had not yet fully recovered, Menechel's armor was stained with a layer of shadow by the red-black magic. His eyes swept over Ruler's neck, head, and even heart one by one, and the corners of his mouth hidden under the helmet raised up in a bloodthirsty arc.

"Ruler."

But Menechel's voice seemed to awaken Rider. He raised his head and a glimmer of light gradually appeared in his lifeless eyes.

"Ruler, save him, please save this child..."

Ruler's silence represented her agreement. She used her body to block the center of the battlefield, squatted beside a tree, and a blue-green light appeared in her hands. The healing magic roamed around the android's chest, and soon the android let out a slight cough.

But Minashel's eyes gradually narrowed, he chuckled, and the blood energy emanating from his body became many times stronger than before.

If Rider's behavior just now could be called treason, then introducing an external enemy now is betrayal.

He doesn't need betrayed teammates.

"Move aside, Ruler. As you can see, I'm clearing the house - you're not going to mediate even this, are you?"

As soon as he spoke, Menechel contacted Gold through the causal line, and the fat uncle responded quickly. The Command Seal in his hand emitted a faint red light, and this red halo naturally could not escape Ruler's eyes. She turned to Menechel, her body gradually tensed up.

"I will naturally not interfere in the internal affairs of the Black Team, but, Black Saber Minachell, you have involved ordinary people who have nothing to do with it."

"Involved? How dare you say that." Menechel raised his sword and winked at Gold: "It's just a mannequin, a mannequin made by my Master."

Being suddenly addressed as Master, Gold was visibly stunned, and even forgot to use the Command Spell in his hand that was in an activated state. It was not until Menachere in the causal line urged him several times that he woke up from his dream.

"Artificial human?" Ruler was obviously stunned for a moment. A trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, but it only lasted for a moment and quickly disappeared, replaced by a more determined clarity: "Even if it is an artificial human, it is an equally irrelevant life."

"It doesn't matter. His body was made by Yugdomirea at a cost of... a lot of money. He is our property."

As he spoke, Menachere adjusted the angle of his sword, looking for the perfect moment to strike the enemy.

Ruler saw what Minechelle was up to, but she refused to back down: "He chose to flee. Even an artificial human has a soul. From the moment the soul is born, he is free."

"Then you can take his soul away--!"

The sound stretched out and finally became a battle cry to launch an attack. Menechel raised the sword with both hands, and red thunder gathered at the tip of the sword.

He noticed that Ruler subconsciously raised his flagpole, and a bloodthirsty look of joy appeared in his eyes.

Swish-!

Blood spikes rose from the ground and pierced the sword before the tip of the sword collided with the flagpole.

The attack was deflected by the unexpected force, and the sword that was destined to succeed fell into empty space.

"Gold, keep Saber under control."

Of course, Sieg must be killed by Minae herself to make it feel real. There will be a great opportunity later. Let's just bear with it for now. Sieg will 100% die, and he can't be saved.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 158 You Have Really Understood the Principle of the Minority Obeying the Majority

As soon as Gold heard Danik's harsh rebuke, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He looked at Menechel, only to find that Menechel had removed the helmet on his face, and his blood-red eyes were staring at him emotionlessly.

Even Gold, who had only had one day's experience with him, could see the anger and brutality hidden behind his calm face.

——If you want Saber to obey you in this state, it’s not just...

Gold subconsciously wanted to use the Command Seals, but suddenly he remembered the agreement between him and Saber, and the obvious desolation on the other's face when she said, "I have suffered more serious injuries than this in my life, but no one made a fuss and thought I was going to die." While hesitating, the Command Seals in his hand that had been in an activated state slowly extinguished.

He stood there in a non-resistance posture, even though he knew that doing so would likely disappoint the upcoming Chief of the Danic tribe. However, Gold still just clenched his fists and forced his voice not to tremble: "Saber, stop."

While giving the order verbally, Gold made a judgment in his heart at the same time—Saber would not listen to him.