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

"When the show starts, there should be thunderous applause!"

A pompous male voice sounded in his ears, as funny as a jester singing lyrics. Menechel looked around to find the source of the voice, but all he could see were sheets of yellowed manuscript paper floating down in the air, with densely packed words and various symbols lighting up at the same time.

Papers fell on the ground, on Menechel's body, and even rested on the treetops. These papers melted and disappeared quickly like snow encountering high temperature, but there was no abnormality in the surroundings.

Menechel hesitated, tilted his head, and looked confused.

--That's it?

Hearing Sasha's voice beside his ear, Minashel turned back vigilantly, only to see an unexpected figure.

A man wearing bright silver armor and holding a noble knight's sword rode out of the woods on horseback, his scarlet eyes revealed from between his helmet, staring at Menechel without blinking.

For some reason, I felt that the knight in front of me looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where he was.

But things did not end there. The first knight who appeared let out a low roar that was not like that of a human. Then more and more figures gathered from all directions, including a headless knight, a man with a broken hand, civilians with charred bodies, and pieces of glued together flesh that were so shattered that they could hardly be recognized as human beings.

They were in different shapes and wearing different clothes. They rushed out from behind the trees and in the woods. Their goal was surprisingly the same. Like wronged ghosts seeking their lives, they gathered towards Menechel who was trapped in the center.

Achilles was restrained by Minae, so it was so difficult to fight him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 169: Red Hare vs. Oxen and Horses

Layer upon layer of undead surrounded the center of the forest like an impenetrable wall. They came out from behind the trees, crawled out from the ground, and even fell from the sky. The disgusting fishy and stench in the air mixed together, covering the sky with a layer of gray-green miasma.

Menechel leaned on his sword and looked at the scene around him with a stern face, which was like hell on earth.

The leading silver-armored knight roared and rushed forward first. The rotten warhorse under his crotch galloped violently, and the blood and flesh thrown out by it dripped onto the ground, like the beating of a war drum.

Menechel did not dodge or evade, but swung his sword at the silver-armored knight. The broad sword hit the opponent's entire upper body, and the flesh was broken by the violent impact. The knight's upper body fell to the ground, and the warhorse continued to charge forward with his empty legs.

The second sword followed closely, and the charging warhorse was cut in two by the sharp sword edge.

The foul-smelling blood flowed out from the cut, and the grass and trees stained with the red and green blood quickly withered and turned into dust.

"Ah-"

The upper body of the silver-armored knight was lying on the ground, supporting himself with his hands as he slowly moved closer to Menechel. His visor fell off little by little as he crawled, revealing his skull-like face.

"This is……"

"Yes! It is him! The brave King of the Hundred Knights who had lofty ambitions but died young. Look, the evil knight Menechel, this is your pitiful token of allegiance! His undead spirit is now coming to seek revenge on you!"

That magnificent voice that sounded like an opera script rang out again, coming from all directions, as if the world was telling the story of Menechel's own sins.

"Ah uh uh——"

As the voice fell, the upper body of the Hundred Knights King, who was lying on the ground, suddenly twitched irregularly. Large patches of bright red tumors expanded outward from the broken ends, twisting and approaching Menechel again.

The surrounding undead swayed their bodies and stood still around Menechel, and gradually the vague syllables could be distinguished from the wails that were getting more and more tragic.

"Die, die!"

The filthy voices as thick as blood overlapped with each other to form a curse from the undead. They slowly approached the figure in the middle, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.

"The request of the dead, the murderers will eventually receive the curse they deserve, that's it! That's it! Your sins will be judged by the dead souls under your sword!"

"Die! Die!"

The vague curse became more intense, the undead crowded together, rotten flesh and dirty blood rubbed and splashed on Menechel's body, and the swarming undead pounced on Menechel and tore his body apart frantically.

The red electric arc suddenly became brighter, covering all the undead that dared to touch him, but layer after layer of undead souls continued to fill the gap.

"You want to kill me?"

Raising the dragon sword to overturn the debris around him, Menechel had a look of disdain in his eyes. He looked around at the dead souls who suddenly froze in their movements, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more wanton.

"How dare these bastards who I killed once come after me again?"

As Menechel spoke, he took a step forward. With every step he took, the lightning snakes on his body became brighter. He swung his greatsword, and the sweeping heavy sword instantly tore apart the undead figures around him. Blood splattered everywhere, spraying around Menechel and being evaporated by the magic power on his body. A faint blood mist instantly filled the air.

"When facing me, the one who should be afraid should not be me, but this bunch of trash! They should be worried about being killed by me again. Even if they die, they will still face my slashing blow. Even if they turn into evil ghosts, their souls will be shattered!"

He struck one sword after another, and with each strike, large swathes of the undead disappeared. Menechel couldn't help but chuckle. The undead that had gathered around him began to flee in all directions, but were trapped in a small forest.

"Since you're here, let's die again!"

Thunder snakes raged, wailing sounds spread among the woods, the souls seeking revenge were defeated with ease, and the rest could only watch as the evil ghost knights in front of them chopped them down one by one like they were mowing down prey.

The entire lawn was covered in blood. The last undead were forced into a corner. Menechel approached slowly with a cruel smile on his face. He raised his sword and looked at the undead with the same eyes as he looked at the reptiles: "This time, engrave the fear of me firmly in your soul! Bastard!"

The sword slashed down, the roar swallowed up the wailing, and the thunder of annihilation swallowed up the broken body. The smoke and dust dissipated, leaving only the charred ground in the pit.

Menachere looked around with satisfaction. The ground was covered with broken, charred and dirty things. The anger that had been aroused by Rider's provocation was relieved by venting it just now.

He looked upwards provocatively, his voice full of mockery:

"Red Caster, these little tricks don't work on me. Those bastards don't even have the courage to resist me."

The exaggerated male voice did not sound immediately, as if it was slightly shocked by Minachell's series of actions. About half a minute later, the male voice sounded again, but it was not as excited as it was at the beginning:

"【Final Scene】——"

The world around him seemed to be suddenly covered with a curtain, and the light dimmed instantly. When the field of vision completely returned to normal, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It was a blood-stained room. Compared to the massacre just now, the bloody smell this time was much lighter. No corpses were seen. Only the heavy sword lying on the ground told something silently.

The moment he saw the heavy sword, Menechel's pupils suddenly dilated and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

"Is that so? Is this what you want to show me? My sister's death."

As if he was amused by Red Caster's careful arrangement, Minachel's voice was tinged with laughter. His smile was exaggerated, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His eyes were filled with haze and his expression became more terrifying than ever.

"I've changed my mind, Caster. Killing you now takes priority over Red Rider."

Lightning snakes were raging on his body, and he stood like a statue on the "stage" set up by Caster, waiting for the nightmare that would haunt his entire life to happen in the future.

"No, no, no, Black Saber, I am not the kind of person who would use an ancient script. The name of this scene is [Analysis of the Truth]. You are not an actor, and neither am I. You, like me, are the audience of this scene."

The door of the room was pushed open, and the shadow was instantly dispelled by the sunlight pouring in from outside, along with her last breath in the room.

Unexpectedly, the person who came in was wearing red armor, and it was none other than Menechel himself.

Seeing his other self, Menechel was a little surprised but immediately swung his sword towards the other's head.

The heavy sword pierced through the opponent's head but did not leave any scar. Menechel watched helplessly as another him passed through his body and walked into the room.

Menechel frowned and reached for the door thoughtfully, and sure enough, his hand went straight through.

"No need to struggle, Black Saber. The audience cannot touch the props of the curtain."

Caster's voice rang out, terminating Menechel's fantasy.

Menechel said nothing, but looked ahead with a gloomy expression.

Finally, the other him spoke, and his voice was exactly the same as Menechel's own. He said:

"This stupid woman is finally dead."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 170 The First Sword of Death

He knew better than anyone that Avril was just a useless burden to him, and King Arthur could never be truly at ease with her as long as the girl was alive.

The bad taste from youth has now become an imminent trouble.

He couldn't just kill Avril, nor could he pretend that he couldn't protect her, as that would deal a huge blow to his reputation - he didn't care about fame, but right now he still needed the glamorous packaging of [The First Knight of Incomparable Bravery].

But this did not stop him, he secretly contacted the witch Morgan and asked for her help. Morgan readily agreed, and as expected, she successfully modified Avril's subconscious, allowing her to perform a hasty assassination in front of everyone for the survival of Camelot.

However, in fact, this assassination was carefully planned by the shadow lurking behind the scenes.

"Now, this only obstacle has also disappeared! Avril, my dear sister, your death, your stupidity is really-"

"--Very good."

At the center of the play, the character's monologue had just finished when it was quickly swallowed up by the suppressed laughter. Menechel stood near the door, looking at the puppet that looked exactly like him singing the lines alone, and his laughter gradually grew louder.

Menechel covered his face with one hand, his head tilted back, and his face, hidden by his hand, only revealed an exaggerated smile that was rising up wildly.

"I see. I really underestimated you, Caster."

As if the pause button was pressed, the laughter stopped abruptly, and all the expressions on Menechel's face disappeared in an instant. Electric arcs flashed on his body and quickly formed a hideous armor of black and red.

"I changed my mind, Caster. I won't kill you."

The electric arc, no longer as violent as before, was now quietly jumping on the surface of Menechel's body, and in contrast to the quiet performance was the surging magic power on Menechel's body.

The lights on the surrounding theater curtains suddenly began to flicker, and the puppet on the stage that looked exactly like Menechel became unreal.

But everything is not over yet. Magic power that is dozens of times thicker than at the beginning is bound on the knight's body surface. The amount has not reached saturation and is still absorbing magic power from the surrounding area at a terrifying speed.

He raised his head, and a scarlet, fanatical and murderous light shone through the gaps in his helmet armor. The gloomy and cold blood color replaced the gentle sunlight coming in from outside the door and became the only source of light here.

"I will catch you, chop off your hands and stuff them into your mouth, I will crush your spine, break your legs, I will cut open your abdomen—"

Menechel's voice became more and more passionate, but his aura became more and more dead. He suddenly raised his hand and swung his sword at the puppet in the center of the stage. As expected, his sword pierced through the puppet's body and sank into the ground.

"No matter how angry the audience is, the script that has been completed cannot be changed."

Caster's voice sounded, but was simply ignored.

Menechel's magical blade spread all the way downward, and the overflowing lightning snakes exploded where it met the curtain, tearing apart the surrounding scenery.

click-

The sound of something breaking was heard, echoing in the quiet theater.

"——Caster, I won't kill you. I will give you eternal life. I will make a wish to the Holy Grail to allow you to take on flesh, to make you immortal, to allow you to stay alive in that state forever, and to allow you to remain sensitive to pain forever."

The curtain collapsed first, then the center of the stage, and then the entire theater began to shake.

The roar and the rustling of pages sounded at the same time, the theater shook more and more violently, and red thunder exploded, accompanied by a crackling explosion, swallowing up Menechel and the entire theater as if out of control.

The world returned to peace.

The sound of shattering became more and more solid, and a strange light suddenly penetrated into the darkness. With this point as the center, beams of light after beams penetrated into this dim area, and the blackness above the head exploded in a spider web shape.

The world returned to normal. The distorted puppets and the magnificent theater disappeared, and the surrounding area remained the same forest.

Menechel kept holding the hilt with both hands, and the entire blade of the wide dragon sword sank into the mud. The charred black color spread from Menechel to the surrounding woodland. The originally lush forest had been burned by the red thunder until only charred black remained.

Steaming blood oozes out from the gaps in Menechel's armor, and the thick blood mist almost covers Menechel's entire body.

click-

The shattering sound was heard again.

Menechel's head armor cracked and fell down along with his body bit by bit, revealing the hideous face hidden behind the head armor. His pupils had completely turned into snake-like vertical pupils. His breathing was heavy, and every time he breathed in or out, he inhaled or exhaled blood-colored mist, which blended with the layer of red steaming magic on the surface of his body.

If a Master were to observe Menachere's stats at this time, he would be shocked to find that all of his attributes except for Luck had become Ex, which exceeded the standard.

A veritable monster.

With a twitch of his lips, Menichel revealed a ferocious smile. He looked around, his snake-like pupils exuding cruel killing intent, and quickly locked onto a certain place. His agility, which had been enhanced to the limit, overcame the constraints of distance in the next moment, allowing Menichel to appear in the distance at the same time as he took a step.

The scarlet vision made it impossible for Menechel to accurately judge the scene in front of him. Only a vague human figure remained in the center of his vision. He could not see the appearance, gender, or physique clearly.

But who cares?

Without any hesitation, he swung the heavy sword in his hand that had been accumulating power for a long time, and the lightning snake of annihilation instantly swallowed up the light and shadow. The mortal body didn't even have the qualifications to hinder it, and was [dissolved] the moment it reached the edge of the lightning snake.

It was not cut open, but melted. The first thing to be broken was the spiritual base, followed by the spiritual core and spiritual body.

Before the figure fell to the ground, the body constructed by magic completely decomposed, leaving only the purest black fragments that quietly drifted away.

I twitched my nose slightly, and the smell of that person had completely disappeared.

But the brutal murderous intent still did not subside.

——Then go kill, kill, kill!

Kill Red Rider, kill Red Lancer, kill Ruler!

Kill them all, kill them all!

The cracking sound echoed in my ears once again, but it didn't matter anymore.

To fight! To kill! To——!

Crazy, twisted malice and extreme anger entangled his sanity.