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

"King, there seems to be a divine punishment in the forest outside the city."

The messenger knight's voice sounded a little breathless, and his thin and weak voice seemed to freeze time and space for a moment.

The knight's simple words made King Gwyn's face turn livid. This was the critical moment when he was summoning his men to work together, but such a strange scene happened.

This reminded King Gwyn of the oath he made when he accepted the enthronement from King Uther, which was something like "If I have any other intentions, both humans and gods will be destroyed" - could it be that the oath came true?

King Gwyn, who was a little at a loss for a moment, angrily ordered the messenger to gather the guards to go with him to check, but King Gwyn ran out before the messenger.

Years of pampered life coupled with physical aging made King Gwyn breathless in just a moment, but he was worried and held the parapet with one hand but did not dare to slack off at all. His upper body leaned forward, almost hanging on the wall, but King Gwyn could not care about anything else and could only open his eyes wide. At this time, the noisy sound of footsteps came from behind him.

There was no time to reprimand the guards for their inefficient work, as King Gwyn's attention was completely attracted by the scene before him.

In the forest that he had requested to be demolished a year ago but had not yet been demolished, trees were falling down one after another, as if they were broken by some huge creature. Because of the angle, King Gwyn could see more clearly that the trajectory of the falling trees was constantly approaching the city of Lothian - you have to know that Lothian is the only isolated city within a few miles.

There is no way they were just passing by; their target was Lothian City.

King Gwyn swallowed hard and stared at the strange sight in front of him without blinking. Finally, in the billowing smoke of fallen trees, a heavy figure slowly approached.

The strange color of bloody red and pale white made people think that the red floral decorations on the armor were unwashed bloodstains. The armor was wrapped very tightly, not even the head was exposed. In the hands of this knight, there was also a heavy sword that was almost as tall as a person. It was obvious that this knight had just cut down trees to clear the way.

The heavy armor that just by looking at it would make people wonder "Can you really walk around with this kind of armor?" was perfectly controlled by the person who came.

A murderous aura filled the air, causing King Gwyn to shiver even though he was a long distance away.

But then came a sense of peace.

Fortunately, it was not the legendary punishment from heaven.

——So are they the knights sent by King Arthur?

He thought so, but he quickly denied this absurd idea. Let alone whether King Arthur had such a knight, even if he did, he would not send only one knight to fight.

and apart from that

King Gwyn licked his lips and his breathing became heavy.

"What do you want?"

He tried his best to keep his voice calm, but his voice was more than one tone louder than usual.

"Are they knights coming to Lothian?"

Knights who were neglected or felt neglected would often flee to other kingdoms. This was a common occurrence throughout Britain and even Europe.

"Knight?" Even though they were at a great distance and wearing heavy armor, the Red Knight's voice still reached King Gwyn's ears very clearly: "I guess so!"

Although the answer sounded a bit strange, King Gwyn still chose to lower the city gate.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 15: This Hundred Knights King is just a loser (Please read on)

2023-07-29

The city gates are wide open.

Menechel was not worried about being ambushed and walked straight into the city gate. As soon as he entered Lothian City, several knights in helmets and armor appeared on both sides, and the leading knight in silver armor came in front of Menechel.

"Please leave your weapons to the servants for safekeeping."

As he spoke, a man trotted over from behind, stretched out his hands and knelt in front of Menechel.

This was the most basic wariness towards a knight who had just fled, but Menechel did not think so - perhaps others did not know, but his sword was made of real dragon bones, and Menechel was not at ease leaving it in the care of an unfamiliar person.

Moreover, with the sword in hand, it was difficult for Menechel to feel safe.

"No, my sword is quite heavy, most people can't lift it."

Menechel waved his hand politely, ignoring the incredulous look of the silver-armored knight in front of him, and wanted to walk straight forward.

The silver-armored knight immediately stretched out his hand to stop him, and the sound of knights' swords being unsheathed could be heard sporadically around him.

"I'm sorry I can't let you pass. This is the rule of Lothian."

It seems there is no way to get away with it.

Menechel sighed softly. He didn't want to give up the city he had finally come across, so he stopped. Only then did he carefully look at the silver-armored knight in front of him. There was no magical fluctuation on his body at all. He was much weaker than the weakest dragon in Utopia.

To allow this kind of knight to take up this position, it must be that the strength of other people in the city is not that strong.

——Then just kill him directly?

Minachell shook his head, and couldn't help but laugh at his own thoughts. This was no longer a utopia, and he wasn't facing a monster.

Menechel is not so bad as to massacre a city for no reason.

"never mind."

As he spoke, Menechel stretched out his arms, placed the greatsword across his chest, then turned his wrist to deflect the blade, and the smooth surface of the sword faced the servant kneeling on the ground.

"take it."

The servant immediately knelt down and took two steps, crawled to Menechel's front, and touched the sword with his palm.

At this moment, Menechel suddenly let go, and the servant only felt his hands sink. Before he could exert any strength, his hands were pressed to the ground by the knight's sword.

The servant looked up and gave Menechel a flattering smile, but he soon lost his smile, and no matter how hard he tried, the sword did not move at all.

"What are you doing!"

The Knight in Silver Armor rebuked the squire with a hint of anger. The task King Gwyn had assigned him was to demonstrate the country's power to the new knights, but it was turned into a drama by a squire.

"Well, Lord Qiamor, this sword is a bit heavy."

Drops of cold sweat flowed down the servant's forehead. He looked up at the silver-armored knight with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Although Chamo wanted to behead the shameful servant with a sword, he knew that this would only make outsiders laugh at him. He stared at the servant angrily, then waved his hand to call a knight behind him to come forward and take the sword.

The knight named by Chamo walked over indifferently. He first stretched out one hand to grasp the sword, and soon his second hand was placed on the hilt. However, no matter how hard he tried, the sword was only lifted up a corner.

At this time, Chamo, who was already furious, pushed away the knight who was even more shameful than the squire. He directly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands without lifting his hand.

Taking another deep breath, Chamo exerted force again, and this time the knight's sword finally hung in the air tremblingly. Chamo bent over and before he could announce this great victory to his subordinates around him, he felt the burning gaze around him.

That was the sight of the red-armored knight. Although his entire head was covered by the hideous head armor, Chamo always felt that his expression at the moment was definitely a mockery.

His face turned pale and blue, and he felt that the silver armor on his body had become a jester's costume. Before he could catch his breath, the sword that he had just raised to his calf suddenly jumped around uncontrollably as if it had its own ideas. However, for the sake of his own reputation and that of the kingdom, Chamo gritted his teeth and insisted on not letting go.

But this strange action caused the surrounding knights to retreat for a moment, but Menechel took two steps forward and stretched out his hands to accurately grasp both sides of the sword.

"Let go."

This little show of strength made Menechel feel much happier. Chamo let go of his hand very quickly. Menechel kept holding the sword and adjusted the position of the sword in the air at high speed. He easily carried the sword on his shoulder.

"Thank you so much."

Chamo lowered his head and expressed his gratitude to Minachell. After Minachell's deliberate show of skills just now, he no longer had the desire to compete with him - anyway, this person was no longer his competitor.

"Thank you."

Qiamo's face was a little pale, perhaps because he had just exerted too much force.

"Qiamoqing, what's going on?"

King Gwyn, who hurried over from a distance, only saw the scene of Menechel snatching the sword. He looked at Menechel with some vigilance, suspecting that he was coming to assassinate him.

But Chamo knelt down before King Gwyn first.

"I would like to congratulate the king on receiving such a great help."

The red-armored knight in front of him was an existence that Chamo could not match. Chamo was sure of that. He didn't know whether his show of power just now had angered the other party, but fortunately, with Chamo's long experience in the court, he knew how to remedy the situation.

King Gwyn glanced at Chamo. He knew the temperament of this knight very well. He touched his chin and thought for a while. He said to Chamo, "In that case, Lord Chamo, you should take..."

King Gwyn stopped speaking and turned to look at Menechel.

"Sartish Menechel."

Although he felt a little uncomfortable with this strange name, King Gwyn remained calm and continued, "Take Sir Menethil and rest first."

He turned to look at the knights under Qiamo and said, "Come with me to welcome the Hundred Knights King."

Menechel's eyes flickered as he memorized the name of the Hundred Knight King.

"It was our King Gwyn of Lothian who agreed to let you enter the city." After King Gwyn left, Chamo, who was demoted to a "tour guide", said, "But the king is busy with important matters and cannot come to receive you in person."

"Knight Chamo, who was the Hundred Knight King just now?"

Chamo looked at Menechel in surprise, as if wondering why he didn't even know the famous King of Hundred Riders. But even so, Chamo said nothing, just pretended not to hear and led the way.

Menechel knew that he had asked the key question and did not go into details. He changed the subject and asked, "Do I still need to give my sword to the servant?"

"No need." Chamo's face twitched, and he glanced at the knight who was following him easily with a greatsword on his back: Sir Menechel, there is probably no one else in Lothian who can pick up this sword except you.

……

Note: In Britain at that time, dragging a sword was considered a serious crime, and the executor could be beheaded by the owner of the sword without being held accountable, so there was a special servant responsible for holding the sword.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 16 Kakakakakaka

2023-07-29

That night, in the main hall in the center of Lothian City.

King Gwyn held his head and showed a distressed expression.

He kept shouting things like "It's too risky". Seeing the arrival of Chamo, King Gwyn raised his head and showed a look of joy as if he had met a savior.

"King, what are you doing?"

Qiamo's face was instantly filled with anger. He had long heard that the King of Hundred Riders was arrogant. Could it be that his lord had suffered some kind of insult during the previous meeting between the two kings?

"The plan of the Hundred Knights is too risky." King Gwyn's face showed his worry. "He proposed to take action at King Arthur's coronation ceremony, and the kings of several of our kingdoms would personally lead their knights to go."

If they succeed, it will be fine. If they fail, they will be killed by King Arthur.

Upon hearing this, Chamo's face became even uglier. Thinking about how King Gwyn called him here and told him such a top-secret plan, Chamo instantly understood the other party's intention.

It is estimated that he cannot escape this bad fate.

But Chamo did not say much. The middle-aged knight frowned and continued as King Gwyn said, "This is indeed too risky. Let the king go deep into the enemy camp. Once the matter is exposed, both cities will be destroyed."

“Everything is difficult.”

King Gwyn sighed softly. He had agreed to the King of the Hundred Knights in a fit of rage. Trying to make him regret it now would only ruin his reputation.

"What do the other kingdoms and King Karades say?"

“They all agreed.”

King Gwyn held his head in his hands. This was also his biggest headache.

Several kings planned the rebellion together, and now the time has come. You, King Gwyn, don't want to go. We are all kings, so why should you, King Gwyn, get special treatment?

He glanced at his subordinate who had followed him for many years with a slightly apologetic look in front of him: "I'm sorry for getting you involved this time."

Qiamo's nose felt sore, and his previous fear of death disappeared at this moment. He was now surrounded by great glory. He immediately knelt on one knee, and the armor made a "clang" sound when it hit the ground.

"This is what subordinates should do."

"What do you think of the new knight, Sir Menechel?"

King Gwyn had a deep look in his eyes. Based on his many years of experience, he knew that the knight who suddenly defected to him must be very powerful, so King Gwyn was willing to let Chamour contact the other party.

He was not worried that Menechel had ulterior motives. As long as he added a ceremony of initiation, the other party would be clearly a knight of King Gwyn. As long as he was labeled as such, if the other party did something out of line, his reputation would be ruined.

In this age where reputation is more important than life, a knight with a damaged reputation will often be despised by the people, and even if he flees, no kingdom will be willing to take him in.

"Lord Menechel has strong wrist strength and sharp eyesight." Chamo said as he recalled the scene when Menechel easily took the heavy sword. After a pause, Chamo added his thoughts when talking with Menechel: "He doesn't even know the Hundred Knights King. It seems that he is not very experienced in the world."

This sudden appearance is exactly the same as that of King Arthur.

This was what Chamo was thinking, but he did not say it out loud - it was obvious that King Gwyn wanted to use this knight, and if he suddenly said this at this time, it would undoubtedly ruin his future.

And according to King Gwyn, he didn't ask Menechel to guard the city walls without military power. No matter how strong one person is, how can he be stronger than a fully armed group of knights?

"Not very experienced in the world, not very experienced is good!" King Gwyn suddenly laughed, not caring about his own manners. Not very experienced in the world means that the other party cannot be a spy. In today's situation, of course, the more such knights, the better.

As for identity, it is a matter of unspoken rules. As long as King Gwyn does not pursue it, then the matter will be settled.

Of course, the premise is that the other party is valuable enough to attract King Gwyn.