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

Gold thought that Serenike had come to him again to ask for a few androids, but it turned out to be the clan leader himself. He was flattered, but he couldn't understand why Danik from the Commander Clan would come to him at this time.

"Gold, I want to talk to you."

Perhaps it was the powerful aura he had developed over the years as the clan leader, or perhaps it was because Saber was not by his side at the moment, but Gold unconsciously fell into the conversation. He subconsciously made way for Danic to enter.

Gold kept a straight face and tried not to show any embarrassment. He made a cup of tea for Danik and then sat opposite him.

Danic picked up the tea bowl in front of him and blew on it gently, then he asked as if he had just noticed something strange in the room, "Where's Saber?"

"If you want to find Saber to work with you, he's not here now."

Gold couldn't help but feel uneasy as he spoke. He had just emphasized in the meeting yesterday that Servants should not act alone, but just one night later, his Servant went out to fool around again.

Gold thought so while carefully observing Danik's expression. Fortunately, there was no displeasure or anger on the man's face. Danik still maintained the airs of a patriarch in the absence of Vlad III and spoke slowly:

“No, although the topic is indeed related to Saber, I am not here to borrow Saber’s power.”

Gold looked up in surprise and saw that Danik had put down the tea bowl at some point and was looking at him sharply.

He swallowed hard and waited for Danic to continue.

"When I learned Saber's true name, I felt mixed emotions. If we only talk about combat power, Saber is not only on our side, but also on the top in the entire Holy Grail War. However, her loyalty still needs to be considered."

As Danic spoke, he looked up and carefully observed Gold's expression. "At first he was a knight of King Gwyn, then he defected to King Arthur, and finally he raised the banner of rebellion under King Arthur's command. Even the famous King Arthur could not wash away his ambition to be the only one in power. It is normal for such a person to have rebellious thoughts."

Gold listened to Danik's words in a daze. All he could think about was how Minicher had tried to borrow another sum of money last night and acted like a jerk. He was completely unable to connect Danik's words with his own memory. He could only open his mouth to show that he was still listening.

"Don't believe it?" Danic smiled slightly when he saw Gold's expression. He took a sip of tea and said, "Last night when Archer arrived, Saber's battle had already ended. He stood on the clock tower and looked into the distance, but he found that there was another person beside Saber. Although it was impossible to tell whether it was a magician or a servant due to the distance, Saber did not show any defensive posture."

So Gold's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He had sufficient reason to suspect that it was the Red Saber Mordred.

So Gold asked dryly, "Lord Danic, you are not sending anyone to follow Saber today, are you?"

“That’s not the case.” Danic shook his head, revealing a wise expression that showed he was confident of victory: “I hope you can restrain Saber, using the Command Seal in your hand.”

Danic stood up and walked out the door. When he was near the door, Danic turned his head and said, "I am very glad that Saber's Master is you. If it were someone else, I would not be able to fully believe that they could resist Saber's temptation."

——Saber’s temptation?

Gold seemed to have thought of something, and his face became thoughtful.

"I can guarantee that Saber will not betray me."

Suddenly, Gold spoke. Danik was stunned, looking a little surprised. He put down his hand that had been holding the door handle and looked back at Gold thoughtfully.

Gold met Danic's gaze and tensed up nervously. He recalled the dream he had last night and his interactions with Saber over the past two days. With his belly bulging, Gold assured again, "Although you may not believe it, Lord Danic, I feel that Saber is not as terrible as described in the legend."

"Perhaps he is trustworthy."

Danik's expression was startled at first, then became serious, and finally calm. He walked out the door and replied calmly:

"Use your own judgment."

I had written it a long time ago, but everyone is used to reading it in the underworld.

There is not much plot in the transition chapters, and it would feel redundant if you read them later, but they are for the emotional support of the later plots.

Thanks to Violet for the tip

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 167 Isn’t This a Kind of NTR? (45)

Finally, we got back to the base before the war.

The spirits gathered into the body of the knight. Under Gold's nervous gaze, Menechel stood beside him. Vlad III, who was standing in front of the castle and looking up at the sky, just turned his head to glance at Menechel and quickly retracted his gaze.

Seeing that neither Vlad III nor Danic had any intention of blaming him, Gold relaxed a little, and finally he was able to focus on reprimanding his Servant in the causal line.

"Didn't I ask you to come back earlier? If I were attacked and you were so slow to come to my rescue, we would have failed to accomplish our mission."

Menechel observed the fortress-like flying object gradually approaching in the sky, with interest in his eyes.

[Hasn’t the war started yet? Besides, it doesn’t make any sense whether I return to a castle flying in the sky or not.]

Since Menechel couldn't fly, when he encountered something like this, he could only watch like Gold.

Menechel looked around, and finally his gaze stopped on the pink-haired Rider.

[Gold, Rider has not been executed yet. I thought a traitor like him must have been dealt with.]

Gold stared at Menechel in silence. What was this guy talking about? Didn't he know that he was the most suspected traitor now?

Thinking of this, Gold remembered the mysterious person who followed him as mentioned by Danic. He hesitated and decided to ask Saber directly after the battle.

Lancer finally turned his gaze away from the fortress and looked at his only Servant with the ability to stay in the air: "Rider, are you sure you can take down that fortress?"

Rider immediately revealed a confident smile: "Let's put it this way. I will definitely sink it with my Noble Phantasm..."

At the end, the smile on Rider's face faltered, and he held his head in his hands: "Ah, what's the name... Well, anyway, leave it to me!"

Black Lancer fell silent, but he quickly formulated a new battle plan. Looking at the Dragon Fang soldiers that were pouring in like a tide, a trace of displeasure flashed in Black Lancer's eyes. He decided to ignore the suspended fortress for the time being - if necessary, Archer could shoot it down.

"Everyone, the enemy's actions are undoubtedly preparing for a decisive battle." Lancer's tone was unquestionable. He fully utilized his duty as a king and gave a pre-war speech: "Then, I want to ask a question. Everyone, are you prepared to accept defeat?"

Silence represented everything. Vlad III showed a satisfied look. He raised his hand holding the spear towards the vast plain outside the castle and towards the densely packed Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

"Then let them feel fear! Let them know that if they want to plunder, they must be prepared to have their skulls smashed, their hearts pierced, and their limbs torn off!"

Instantly, along with Vlad III's almost insane words, the ground shook slightly. The Dragon Fang soldiers reflexively looked down at their feet - the moment they lowered their heads, countless slender iron stakes were summoned from the surrounding area, piercing through their bodies one after another like soaring into the sky, and many trees grew on the grassland. The iron stakes were slender tree trunks, and the leaves and branches were made of bones.

This was undoubtedly a shocking scene. The morale of the black Servants reached its peak at this moment. Berserker and Rider instantly climbed over the castle's guardrails and rushed to the center of the battlefield. Archer quickly dodged and sent the Masters back to the castle to prevent attacks from the Red Assassin who had not yet appeared.

Menechel stood on the outskirts of the castle, staring at the blood-black iron thorns that rose up in layers in front of him. Arcs of electricity exploded around him, and he naturally caught sight of the figure burning with red magic among the countless dragon teeth.

With one point as the center, the flames broke through the thorns in an instant. Although it was almost late at night, the night light became bright and transparent at this moment.

--coming!

The moment he felt the familiar magic power, the arcs that were only faintly visible suddenly became violent and swept towards the surrounding grass. Menechel showed a crazy smile and grasped the dragon sword with both hands. The lightning snake collided with the sparks that tilted down as he swung the sword.

Through the layers of smoke, Minachel saw Red Lancer slowly descending from the sky. Unlike the first time they met, this time Red Lancer was dragging a gorgeous curtain of fire behind him, adding a bit of dangerous aura to him.

Red Lancer looked at Minesher, who was suspended in the air, looking down at his opponent from above: "As agreed, I have come to find you."

The magic power was shattered and turned into a helmet bit by bit, covering Menechel's face. The arc formed by the magic power was extinguished. He raised the sword and stared at the man in front of him. Compared with the last time, the aura of the well-prepared Red Lancer was much stronger.

Red Lancer was not negligent, he also watched all this in silence. Looking at the state of Black Saber in front of him, he had a vague premonition in his heart - if he didn't use his full strength, he might not even be able to hurt the opponent.

“Kagerou—”

The spearman opened his mouth, and flames instantly enveloped his spear, making Lancer feel like he was holding a red sun.

But before Lancer could continue speaking, a loud roar suddenly appeared.

Amid the flying smoke and scattered blood mist, a dark green fluorescent light could be faintly seen, and once it appeared, it approached rapidly.

The chariot rushed across with fluorescent light, and the huge impact force pushed the enemy under it to fly to the side. The unexpected situation made Red Lancer unconsciously stop his actions, and the shot in his hand that had been charged gradually dimmed.

Menechel was caught off guard and hastily managed to hold the heavy sword with both hands to protect himself. Through the fluorescent light, he could clearly see the figure sitting on the chariot.

"Red Rider!"

Hearing Menechel's roar, Rider smiled disdainfully and pulled the reins hard. The warhorse he was sitting on snorted and sped up again. The horse's hooves stomped on the ground at high speed and rolled towards the distance like a burning meteor.

Rider turned his head and looked at the red spearman who was slowly descending behind him with a spear in hand, and grinned:

"Lancer, this guy belongs to me, please find someone else!"

——You guy!

First it was Ruler, then Red Rider.

Being pushed back by the chariot, the scarlet color in Menechel's eyes deepened. He suddenly released the protection wrapped around his body, and the armor that had lost its [immortality] feature was crushed into pieces by the high-speed chariot in the next moment.

Menechel dropped the dragon sword in his hand and wrapped his arms around the sides of the chariot to stabilize his body. Facing Red Rider's stunned eyes, Menechel raised his head and smiled crazily at him.

His body was absorbing magic power crazily, and Menechel exerted force with his feet, and his entire calf was sunk into the mud.

"Give me--"

Electric arcs flowed out from his naked upper body, and he used his arm muscles to grab the sides of the chariot. He took a deep breath and forced the high-speed chariot to stop. He raised his eyebrows, grabbed the body of the chariot, lifted it up, and threw it down.

"--die!"

Bah!

The broken debris flew everywhere, and the stirred up smoke and dust were swept away by the stirring of the lightning snake on Menechel's body and scattered around. White smoke was steaming from Menechel's body, but he turned a blind eye to it. His dragon-like blood-red vertical pupils stared at the deepest part of the pit, and he once again grasped the dragon sword in his hand.

The next moment, a figure covered in dust jumped up. Red Rider shook off the dust on the ends of his hair, but before he could stand firmly, he was faced head-on by the dragon sword.

He just felt a pain in his neck, and then he flew backwards into the distance.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 168: Quick Decision (55)

Covering his throat, Red Rider began to cough violently. He got up from the ground, only to feel his head aching again.

"What a joke! That guy actually overturned my chariot with just his body."

Even after knowing Black Saber's real name, Red Rider still found it outrageous. One had to know that even in his era, the only person who could do such an exaggerated act was probably the legendary Hercules.

Fortunately, Black Saber did not have divinity, but even so he did not dare to allow Black Saber to bully him like he did last time.

Achilles stood up straight. He neither fought back nor ran away. He just stood there until he heard a faint "shasha" sound in the distance. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Red Knight who had been following his trail.

"The agility index is exactly the opposite of his strength, and is not enough to support his high-speed movement."

Achilles quickly made a judgment after estimating the time. He had encountered this kind of enemy before. As long as he took advantage of his mobility and gradually consumed the opponent's physical strength, he could easily win.

"You cannot use the ability to not be damaged by physical attacks and the ability to discharge electricity at the same time."

Taking a step forward with his left foot, Achilles turned around and stabbed out with his spear using the strength of his waist. The spear imbued with magic power cut through the air with an explosive sound, and finally collided with the red sword.

Everything happened just as Achilles had expected. His right foot did not move forward. He knew that he had no chance of winning the wrestling match. He retracted his strength before the weapons collided, and the javelin in his hand turned into spirit particles in the next instant.

Achilles stopped charging forward, turned his right foot inward, and slightly sideways to avoid the heavy sword that Menechel was chopping at him. At the moment he turned sideways, Achilles caught a glimpse of the flickering arc of electricity on the sword.

A strong wind passed by his face, leaving an afterimage. Achilles seized the opportunity and kicked Menechel in the abdomen with his left foot, supporting the opponent's vigorous sword moves.

The hard feeling of the blow made Achilles think that he had kicked the gate of Troy. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the opponent's body.

He subconsciously reached forward to Menechel's body with both hands, trying to use Pankrasin to block the opponent's next move, but he quickly suppressed his instinct to fight. The painful lesson last time made Achilles know that the enemy in front of him could not be treated as a normal human being.

Achilles immediately pulled back, but the few seconds of hesitation prevented him from retreating completely. He had already shortened the distance to a point where the sword could not get in anyway, but the clear pain in his back reminded him.

He reluctantly ducked to avoid Minechel's elbow, and at the same time used a side kick to hook the opponent's ankle.

Being unable to use joint techniques does not mean that Pankrasin cannot use them.

The deliberate attack was successful. Menechel's body tilted slightly to the side. Seizing the opportunity, Achilles immediately stood up, grabbed Menechel's shoulders, pressed his whole body down, bent his knees and raised them, and a set of flying knees hit Menechel's face directly.

Not daring to use his javelin to finish off the enemy, Achilles used both hands to try to throw Menechal out before he could recover.

After pulling hard, Achilles was surprised to find that he couldn't drag it. He was shocked - there was no annoying electric arc on Saber's body since the beginning!

Achilles quickly pulled back but was a step too late. His wrist was grabbed. Menechel raised his head without any surprise in his eyes.

"Like a fish."

Black Saber slowly evaluated Achilles's behavior. He did not give Achilles any chance to react and threw him down with one hand.

Achilles was smashed into the ground like a broken sack.

His back suddenly collided with the ground, and Achilles couldn't help coughing because of the suffocation. A familiar scene appeared in front of him, and he quickly came to his senses and dodged the huge sword that was smashing down on him.

After rolling away for a distance in a panic, Achilles stood up again after retreating to a safe distance. He looked at Menechel who was slowly standing up with a grim expression - there was already a long and thin crack where he had just been lying. If he was hit head-on by the sword, Achilles estimated that it would be difficult for him to stand up in a short time.

Menechel was originally fully armed to deal with Red Lancer, but now only had the breastplate left. He looked at Achilles who stood up in a panic and showed a mocking smile.

"I remember I said, if you want to defeat me, use your gun." He sighed heavily, his eyes filled with a playful smile. He shook off the dust on the dragon sword, and the magic power formed an arc that filled the entire sword: "Really, how can someone like you have the courage to fight me--!"

While speaking, Menechel was getting closer to Achilles step by step. At the end of his words, the magic power gathered under his feet suddenly exploded, pushing his body to accelerate a second time, aiming directly at Achilles.

Achilles was well prepared, and he jumped up before the opponent arrived. Menechel missed and looked up, but he only saw Achilles' figure quickly disappearing into the woods under the cover of white flowers.

Papers all over the sky suddenly fell down without any warning, and once they appeared, they blocked all of Minashel's retreat routes.

Menechel frowned slightly, and he smelled a faint scent of magic between the papers.

——Red Caster?

Possessing A-level resistance to magic, he was not afraid of the Caster servants, but out of caution he still carefully raised his sword to protect himself. The arcs of magic power on his body were all extinguished in an instant, and Menechel resisted the papers flying around with his strongest defensive posture.